#i still can't believe this is a real dog

[pleucas]

fate

[resssistance]

Happy 25th birthday to Shoma Uno! To all your smiles, and many more that are yet to shine. Thank you 💙

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Happy birthday once again, Odasaku ❤️❤️❤️🥃 I'm so happy you were born. I'm so happy you were here, even if only for an unbearably short while. The impact you've had on my life can never be overstated; I'm forever grateful I was able to read your story, in Dark Era, and that I can continue to do so, in Bungou Stray Dogs. After all, it is your story... you will always live on in Dazai, and in the lives of everyone you save, saved just by being alive when you were. In many ways, you've saved me, too. I hope we can see you again in the series, one day... somehow, in some way, even if only briefly.

To the stray dogs~ 💖🥂

[britneyshakespeare]

Accordingly, I told Agnes about my declaration of poverty, about the cookery book, the housekeeping accounts, and all the rest of it. "Oh, Trotwood!" she remonstrated, with a smile. "Just your old headlong way! You might have been in earnest in striving to get on in the world, without being so very sudden with a timid, loving, inexperienced girl. Poor Dora!" I never heard such sweet forbearing kindness expressed in a voice, as she expressed in making this reply. It was as if I had seen her admiringly and tenderly embracing Dora, and tacitly reproving me, by her considerate protection, for my hot haste in fluttering that little heart. It was as if I had seen Dora, in all her fascinating artlessness, caressing Agnes, and thanking her, and coaxingly appealing against me, and loving me with all her childish innocence. I felt so grateful to Agnes, and admired her so! I saw those two together, in a bright perspective, such well-associated friends, each adorning the other so much!

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, Chapter 39: Wickfield and Heep

[darkwood-sleddog]

lmao people are so insufferable on my Iditarod posts... “I’m not anti-iditarod by any means but this is why PETA’s statements are right.”

PETAs statements are never right. Get fucked.

[yourmidnightlover]

the sun

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back?

warnings: death, mourning, pregnancy, childbirth, canon-typical violence (not much but just adding to cover all the bases), loosely based on end game and infinity war (as in ignore my mistakes lmaooo), if i failed to mention any warnings PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: dude idk why i've had an urge to write such heart wrenching angst lately. i'm actually in a decent place rn. i tried to cut this fic down bc originally it was SOOOO long i felt like a lot of it was just filler and i feel like shorter fics of mine tend to do better... ANYWHO! this does have a happy/hopeful ending so no worries! also picturing this beefcake for this story is AGHHHHHHH!

you never thought two lines on a stick could ever break your heart the way they did.

tears clouded your vision as you gripped the counter, trying not to crumble or succumb to your grief.

6 weeks ago, the avengers lost. everything.

half of the world, gone in a moment.

in one moment, your world collapsed. seeing bucky fade to dust right in front of you...

sobs wracked through your body as you crumbled to the ground.

this was supposed to be a happy moment. there should be tears of joy, not sobs of sorrow. your heart should feel full of love, not like there's a super-soldier sized hole in it.

"y/n," nat's voice rang outside the door, giving you a moment to yourself.

"just-," you tried to level your breathing before she opened the door, knowing but not understanding the grief you were feeling.

she wrapped her arms around your body, tucking your head into her neck as she gently rubbed your back soothingly. steve leaned against the bathroom door, glancing on the counter to see what they had all expected.

a positive pregnancy test.

you were having bucky's baby.

without bucky.

you gripped his dog tags that you had been wearing since the funeral. they were the only thing that could truly ground you.

they brought back happy memories of cuddling in bed, the cool metal shocking your skin for only a moment before realizing that it was only bucky and smiling at the memory.

god, it hadn't even been two months.

how were you supposed to do this alone?

"we're here for you," steve's voice called from the doorway, as if he could hear your thoughts. "you'll never be alone. not in this... not ever." he shook his head, his brows furrowed in a serious, straight line.

eventually, your sobs subsided. you stood with nat from your seat on the ground, wiping your own eyes mustering up a pathetic smile before she left you and steve to work out your grief together.

"we didn't even know it was possible," you shrugged. "it's like he sent me them..." you placed your hand on an invisible bump before facing steve, his teary eyes reminding you that he had lost his best friend, too. "he sent us this baby."

you reached your hand out for steve to hold. he took it gratefully and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight and letting only a few tears slip his waterline before pulling back.

"if you'll let me, i want to be there for you for everything," his chin wobbled. "buck would kick my ass if i let you go through this alone." a genuine laugh left your lips for the first time in nearly two months.

"i would be so grateful for that," you nodded as you let go of his arms. "part of me still can't believe that it's real. it's like part of me still expects him to walk into the compound from a long mission or something..." you shook your head. "i know that sounds so stupid."

"it's not," he shook his head with a smile. "it's what i wish was true, maybe it's your subconscious trying to preserve your mind?"

"maybe," you shrugged before continuing, "i should probably talk to tony and bruce, huh?"

-

you knew you were around eight weeks along.

according to the doctors' tony had enlisted, however, you were already 12 weeks along, which was impossible.

bucky had been gone on a mission at that time... but it's whatever. you got to hear the heartbeat. steve went with you, too. you both bawled together. you kept three copies of the ultrasound and he kept two.

banner had already offered to do some testing on the dna of the baby, noting that the serum would likely affect the pregnancy (as it probably already has).

you had talked to tony about retiring from the whole superhero gig for the time being. you needed to mourn and prepare for a new life simultaneously. tony had promised to provide anything you needed at the drop of a hat, and he sure as hell delivered.

within no time, your pregnancy was being measured at 20 weeks while only being pregnant for 12. banner was concerned for your body's ability to keep up with the rapid rate of growth of the baby. he had you on a strict, hefty diet with two different prenatal vitamins in attempt to help your nutrition.

in spite of your best efforts, you were always exhausted and in pain. but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. this was bucky's baby. you didn't care how much pain you went through when you had half of him growing inside of you.

you couldn't walk for long without feeling like passing out, which banner chalked up to low iron. steve had grown progressively more worried for you and the baby the longer the pregnancy went on.

as a result, he had moved into the spare room that was in your and bucky's house. truly, it just made it easier for him to help you finish up the nursery anyway.

he was very handy about it all, painting, building furniture from scratch, the whole deal.

"i've been thinking... and if it's a girl, i want to name her evangeline james barnes," you informed steve as you ate the steak he had been making for the past few weeks of your pregnancy, as ordered by dr. banner. that with carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and for dessert strawberries, blueberries and raspberries over ice cream. "and if it's a boy, cyrus james barnes. evangeline means good news, and cyrus means sun."

steve placed his hand over yours, "i think buck would've loved them." he smiled warmly as you downed the food in a few minutes.

you had begun showing soon after you found out you were pregnant, but now, it felt like it was impossible to hide. nat had been wonderful about helping you keep up with the changes your body was going through, getting you new maternity clothes every week.

she even made sure to get you every single craving that wasn't in accordance to banner's hefty diet. not that he didn't want you to eat more, he thought it was best you did! but he also wanted to make sure that with all that you did eat, your body got as many nutrients as possible.

just to be safe, he kept you on other vitamin supplements anyway.

you couldn't help but imagine what bucky would say or do about everything now.

he would hold your body closely, pressing firm kisses to your bump every chance he could get while whispering some sickly sweet sayings to your unborn child, words that would melt the winter soldier's cold exterior.

he would whisper words of encouragement any moment you felt worried about your abilities to be a mom. he would say how beautiful you were, in spite of being bloated in places you didn't know could bloat.

he would be wonderful, and in your mind, he was still alive and vibrant. well, as vibrant as bucky ever was, at least.

truthfully, that's the only way you were able to keep going on like this. steve was wonderful, but you couldn't help but want the love of your life by your side as you tried to navigate this new chapter.

in a couple more weeks, you were projected to be at 32 weeks. bruce and tony were talking with your doctors about the safety of inducing so early, both for you and the baby.

oh, and you wanted the gender to be a surprise.

and within the week, you were having your baby.

steve and nat were by your side during the birth, whispering encouraging words and compliments of your strength.

"i need him!" you screamed in pain as you held one of each of their hands, sobbing in agony. "i need james! i need my bucky! i can't do this alone, i can't-i can't!"

"you can," nat reminded you. "this baby needs you," she held your face to look at hers. "bucky is a part of this baby." you swore you could see tears in her eyes before turning to face steve.

"remember what you told me when you found out you were pregnant?" he didn't bother wiping the tears from his face. "bucky sent you-sent us this baby. he knows you can do it." you sniffled before nodding at your two best friends, pushing with one last scream and a second later, you had...

"cyrus james barnes," the nurse called to you. "it's a boy, congratulations mom."

-

the next few years went by quicker than you could've ever imagined.

crawling, first words, first steps...

you missed bucky. not a day passed where you didn't miss him.

but, having cy helped a lot. he looked just like his father. dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, a cute little nose... not to mention his father's stubbornness.

you made sure he knew who his father was. you took him to the museum often, showing him the statue of his father and his background in the world war, him saving the world so much. you told him how you fell in love with him.

how you fell for the quiet man before ever really talking to him. how you were partners on a long-term, undercover mission and that's where your love ignited from the sparks.

not that cy understood any of what you told him. you just felt it was important to know that his parents loved him, and each other dearly.

you never took off his dog tags, either.

steve was a huge help the whole time. he kept working for the avengers, so he was gone often, but he provided a good male role model for cyrus. after all, he was his uncle steve. he already taught him how to throw a ball, albeit a little softball, but it counts!

you made sure to document everything that went on in yours and cyrus's life.

banner had said that cyrus was growing at an exceeding rate, but nothing to be concerned about. in fact, cyrus was turning five in almost half a year, meaning the anniversary of bucky's death, or disappearance or whatever you called it, was coming up.

then, you got a call from tony and banner.

it all happened so quickly, from testing to planning to the execution. pepper watched cyrus for you while you went back with steve, scott, and tony to get the tesseract.

of course, the men being men had to come upon a few hiccups, but eventually, after going as far back as the 70s, you brought back the tesseract.

the only thing is that nat never came back...

next thing you know, bruce is snapping his fingers and clint is getting a call from his supposedly deceased wife. your eyes fill with tears, hands searching in your pockets for your phone to see if you've gotten anything yet.

is it possible he wasn't brought back? he was the first to... disintegrate. die. maybe that meant something in the eyes of the stones?

then, you felt a buzz in your hand.

although, you didn't have any time to try to grasp what that meant, because more aliens came to earth.

shocker.

after yet another war, one that you weren't even prepared for, after losing more people, again. after losing tony...

but amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the fight, with screams of joy and shock and grief surrounding you, tears streaming down your face, your eyes met the blue ones you only saw in your son.

he slowly walked towards you as the tears sped up. you didn't even realize when your feet began running towards him.

when his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally felt the home you thought you had come to terms with never feeling again. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as you breathed in the scent of gunmetal that had overtaken him in the battle.

"oh my god," you cried into the leather of his jacket. he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you felt his smile on your cheek. "i can't believe you're really here."

"i'm here, doll," his hands cradled your head so tenderly. "i'm not ever leaving again. never."

you pulled back before your eyes widened in realization. "you've gotta meet someone, jamie."

his brows furrowed in confusion, just smiling and nodding along with whatever you said.

within the next few hours, simply being held by bucky before steve stole him away with a hug, you finally brought him home.

"so, steve moved in," you started as you pulled your car into the driveway, turning to see bucky looking at you with an incredulous look. "you'll see why." you reached to hold his hand before he brought yours to his lips, pressing a kiss there.

you told him to wait in the car as you went inside to relieve the babysitter for cyrus. after giving him some cash, he went outside, knocking on your car window to let bucky know he should make his way inside.

upon entering, he saw you sitting on the floor with a little boy with striking blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him. his nose, too. his lips though, they were all yours. he had a slight grin plastered on his lips, one that matched yours to a t.

"daddy?" suddenly, it all clicked.

his heart, his mind, his fucking soul, everything made sense now. the pain, hydra, the mind washing, the torture.

meeting you. falling in love. dying?

his son.

he started walking closer to bucky before the steady walk turned into a run. bucky knelt down, wrapping the boy in his arms, cradling his tiny frame in his arms protectively. his son.

"cyrus james barnes," you said with a teary smile on your face. bucky, without breaking the hug with his son, looked up at you with a smile that matched yours. "cyrus means 'sun', and i thought it was fitting. he brought me so much light and hope after you..." you choked up before he stood up with cy in his arms, walking towards you before wrapping you in the big, family hug.

"i love you so much, both of you."

[simptasia]

i will get to my messages by the way. i haven’t been in the mood to respond to them but i will eventually, when i’m in a better mood to write. i kinda feel like keeping to myself at the moment

[vixensp1ce]

them as japanese p rn tropes pt. 2

fem!reader / pt. 1 (childe and blade)

aventurine

he inhales through his mouth as if trying to consume your scent, whimpering and whining like a vocal little puppy.

"good boy," you praise, scratching his head lightly. his narrows his eyes in pleasure, leaning into your hand, and you dip your head by his other ear, running your tongue over it, nipping at the sensitive area behind it.

"mmh," he mumbles. "so good..."

his hands knead at your sides, keeping you pressed up against him. you're so soft and gentle with him that sometimes he wonders if he even deserves it.

"penny for your thoughts?"

"i love you," he replies without a second thought, then hesitates and opens his eyes to see your reaction.

"you do? i don't believe you." you smile faintly, releasing him from your hold and reclining back onto the bed. "why don't you show me?"

he follows you closely, missing your warmth already, nuzzling into your stomach, leaving kisses as he makes his way down.

aventurine's mouth is on you even before he's tossed aside your underwear, hungry and wanting. he sucks lightly on your clit, earning himself a sweet sound that spills from your lips, before moving lower to the real prize.

your little hole is already clenching and unclenching, weeping syrupy arousal. his dick jumps in his pants, and aventurine leans back briefly to undress, leaving you both bare.

he moans as soon as he tastes you on his tongue, sliding past your inner lips and into your silky wetness. the vibrations have your toes curling, your back arching, and you whine just the same way he had moments ago.

jing yuan

you're curled up on his lap, ass massaging his bulge just right, and still, he pays you no attention.

you lay your head on his shoulder, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. he chuckles and kisses you on the forehead, but returns to his work without another blink.

"yuan," you complain. he'd just gotten back from a work trip, and he was still working?

your pussy throbs from lack of attention. you miss him, you need him, and you want him to stop playing games and fuck you already.

"hm?" he strokes your hair with his free hand. "what is it?"

his dick twitches as you grind down on it, so there's no way he doesn't know what you want. unless...

you bite back a sigh, your pride rearing its head unhappily.

"yuan, pl-please... fuck me, i missed you..."

his hips jump up, giving you friction in just the right spot. you gasp, feeling your nipples harden immediately.

"just what i wanted to hear, darling." a thumb slides between your legs to stroke along your clothed slit. "but i'm almost done, so be patient, yeah?"

you can't even protest, whimpering as he rubs circles over your clit. you can feel yourself clenching and unclenching around nothing at all, your underwear soaked through with your arousal. he brings a damp finger up to his face, inhaling deeply.

"good girl," he purrs, and suddenly you're hoisted into the air. "you've been so patient for me, you deserve a reward."

[evilcowgirl]

jealous ellie headcanons

ft. sapphic longing

i get my inspo from sintuationships bc im real

୨♡୧

ellie doesn't like not being around you at social events, or with you out of her sight. it stresses her out so much that she can't even properly enjoy herself without you close to her. can barely pay attention if someone's speaking to her because shes busy trying to watch you in the crowd.

convinces herself that everyone wants you. you often have to assure her that your friends and other people you interact with casually aren't secretly pinning over you or waiting on the opportunity to make a move. she never believes you, always stuck on the idea that you're too good to not have a billion more options.

ALWAYS thinks someone is flirting with you, and get pouty about it. when she's feeling bold enough she'll say something direct.

"i mean you didn't see the way she was looking at you from my perspective, you guys were basically at 3rd base."

ellie knows that you're only her friend, that you don't owe her loyalty, but anytime you bring up time you've spent with someone else she goes all quiet and short with you, not because she's mad at you, but because she gets an unexplainable feeling in her stomach like she's gonna drop dead when she thinks of you enjoying the company of anyone else but her.

cannot go an hour without bringing you up to other people (barely exaggerating.) her mind wanders to you so often she hardly even notices it. at the sight of a trinket you'd like, or a color she knows you love. whenever she hears someone say something that reminds her of you, she's quick to to point that out. you stay on her mind always.

can't handle being away from you too long, she gets antsy and starts asking around about your whereabouts. especially when she's missing you, all hell breaks loose. when she finds out that you were only getting lunch or something simple like that she feels embarrassed at how desperate she was to find you. (she'll definitely do it again tmr.)

likes to see you sitting in her room, around all her stuff doing whatever. painting your nails, reading, listening to music ect. just getting to see you in her personal space makes her happy. knowing that you're safe and with her.

will start an argument if she doesn't know where you've been. arguing with ellie is always slightly maddening because shes so nonchalant when she's being ridiculous that it makes you question yourself.

she's so sweet and nervous when she apologizes though, going over what shes going to say over and over in her room and still messing up.

"i'm just—fuck this is stupid—i shouldn't have said what i said to you. . . about the thing earlier?" she'll look away like a scolded puppy waiting on you to say something. "i'm sorry."

if you accept her apology, you can visibly see the fear leave her body. the worst thing that could happen to her is losing you and anytime she thinks that might happen her whole world gets turned upside down until she knows you're okay with her.

she doesn't see you as her property, just something really special that she wants to keep safe and close.

likes to keep a hand on you when you're walking with her. on your waist, a hand around your wrist or tugging at your clothes when she needs you to follow. she doesn't care if people notice, she'd prefer them to see actually.

writes the little things she notices about you down like she's studying you or something. the way you look at her when you're listening intently, how you act when you're sleepy. things she knows no one else would take note of. she jots down her thoughts about you when they're overwhelming because it helps, talking about it isn't an option she doesn't want to share you with anyone.

"she's so pretty when she's doing her hair, like a fucking angel on earth. she's driving me INSANE. i feel like i'm going to mess this up somehow."

gets jealous when you're babying dogs in front of her and will admit it !

"you never pay that much attention to me." when you totally do.

huge complainer, she's so bold about it too ! if you're spending any extra time with someone she'll get all dramatic about it and ask when you guys' wedding is and if she can be the maid of honor because shes petty.

can and will make things a competition if that means she'll get the chance to show off to you. some guy your age is impressive at target practice? she'll make an effort to double what he did just to say she can.

"i guess I've just had more experience." meanwhile she knew exactly what she was doing.

getting praise from you is like her main goal, anytime you let her know you're proud of her she feels like the most capable person on earth. on the other side of that is her absolutely debilitating jealousy when it comes to hearing you brag on other people. ellie doesn't pride herself on being nice but she gets pretty mean when she feels like you're giving attention she should be getting to others. you mention how well jesse did on his patrol and all of the sudden she's going on about how she's killed more infected as a kid than jesse could even imagine seeing.

oppositely, shes so sweet to you when you're feeling down, always making sure you know no one's allowed to mess with you (other than her) and if someone had she'd set things straight.

when you're feeling bad, or you're sick she likes to watch you sleep because you look peaceful and its ideal for her to see her girl safe nd happy.

strokes your hands and face while you're asleep, careful not to wake you. she's so infatuated and isn't quite sure how to handle it yet but for now she's able to roll with just being your person.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Can I request some Bachelor/Bachelorett's of your choice asking the farmer to be their partner at the flower dance? It'd be cute if they could ask us instead of the farmer always taking the initiative

Bachelors/ettes of my choice? Hmm, since it's my choice here, I've chosen.... All SDV marriage candidate :D

Thanks for the ask, dear anon! Enjoy! 🫰💕

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SDV bachelors/ettes asking Farmer to be their dance partner at the Flower Dance:

SDV bachelors:

Alex:

Alex tries to make Farmer's question sound casual.

Something like, "Hey, I'd like to ask you to be my dance partner, but if you say no, that's okay, it won't hurt me in any way."

(He can't fool himself, It will make him sad if Farmer says no).

So the athlete almost jumped up on the spot with joy when Farmer agreed. But he tried to play it cool.

"So, shall we go and take our place on the dance floor?"

Alex was so happy, and started to get a little nervous not to mess it up.

Elliott:

"Farmer, my friend! I've been preparing for this celebration for a couple of days now, and I would be immensely happy if you would honoring me of agreeing to be my dance partner."

Elliott hopes the invitation wasn't too pompous. Otherwise, the writer was already worried he'd ruined everything.

Maybe Farmer already had a partner and Elliott with his speech made them feel pressured and awkward?

But Farmer's smile and nod of agreement said otherwise.

"Really? Oh, delightful! Then let's go rehearse our moves before the festival starts." Words can't describe how happy Elliott is.

Sebastian:

Because Sebastian doesn't really like dancing in public, asking someone to dance is a big step for him.

No, for real. Farmer must be a very dear friend to him (or maybe something more), if the local emo stepped out of his comfort zone to ask them to dance.

And his efforts paid off - Farmer agreed without delay.

Now, even the spring sun and heat will not spoil Sebby's mood.

Sam and Abigail start teasing Sebastian a little bit (affectionate) that he'll now have a silly smile on his face all day long.

Sam:

Sam is simply the epitome of a golden retriever who can get anything he wants with his charm alone. (Sam doesn't realise it himself, but still).

And even though he's a little nervous, it doesn't hurt his charm at all.

"Hey, Farmer. I've been thinking... Would you be interested in becoming my dance partner? If you don't mind."

Look at his puppy dog eyes, warm smile and slightly pink cheeks. How could you say no to him?

Here, Farmer didn't refuse either.

"Super! Thanks a lot! Let's take our positions then, we're about to dance!"

Harvey:

It took Harvey about fifteen or twenty minutes to gather the will to dare to ask Farmer to dance.

It seemed like an easy task for a doctor, but his throat was immediately dry and his heart was pounding frantically in his chest.

"Farmer, I was wondering if you'd like-" "To dance with you? Sure thing, Harvey!"

Well, that was easier than he thought. And why was Harvey getting worried over nothing?

Now, the only thing left for him to do was to wait for the dance to start and hope Harvey didn't step on Farmer's foot out of excitement.

Shane:

To be honest, Shane didn't dare ask Farmer for fear of rejection.

But eventually Jas intervened, telling Farmer that "uncle Shane wants to talk to you" ("Jas!").

Well, since the conversation is already inevitable, Shane has to ask them.

"Do you want to be my dance partner?" "Of course, Shane, I'd love to!"

The heck, what... Why was it so easy?

Now they're both dancing, he can't believe it! Shane is pleased.

(In the background, Jas smiles at her uncle and Farmer as they both walk to the dance floor).

SDV bachelorettes:

Leah:

Probably, of all the candidates present, Leah is the calmest. Why make something up when you can just ask them straight out?

"Hey, Farmer. If you don't have a dance partner, we can dance together."

The artist was quite okay to take no for an answer.

Still, glad that Farmer agreed to her request.

"Cool. I'll get us a good spot so we don't bake directly in the sun while dancing."

Honesty and calmness are key to her success.

Penny:

Yoba, give her strength and courage...

Penny was embarrassed to even look in Farmer's direction, let alone start a conversation with them.

Someone she knows should help nudge her to ask Farmer (Emily or Maru).

The young teacher was so nervous, she didn't even notice that Farmer smilingly agreed to her offer to be a dance partner.

Wait, what? She heard everything right? They said yes?

Oh well... then Penny went to get prepared (get prepared mentally not to faint from happiness).

Abigail:

"Ugh, stupid Flower dance... Mum made me wear this dumb dress again..." *notices Farmer* "Hey, Farmer~ Do you have a dance partner already?"

Abigail isn't really shy, to be honest.

Won't ask Farmer directly about dancing, but her hints are impossible not to recognise.

She was terribly relieved that Farmer agreed and immediately grabbed their hand, dragging them towards the dance floor.

Abby hopes her mother wouldn't think that she liked dancing now, or Caroline would want to take her to aerobics later.

Maru:

Maru was still practising her speech to Farmer from a day ago. She was really hoping that they would agree to dance with her at the festival.

That doesn't change the fact that even though she was prepared, Maru was a little nervous for fear of rejection.

Still, until you ask them, you won't know, right?

When Farmer approached her on their own, Maru finally asked them.

The young inventor's fears were in vain: the Farmer said yes immediately!

Oh, she couldn't wait to take her place to dance with Farmer!

Emily:

Emily is just overjoyed! A beautiful day, a beautiful atmosphere, a beautiful forest... The spirits are favouring them today.

Oh, there's the Farmer! She immediately ran up to them to ask them to dance.

The blue-haired girl was too excited to even think about the fact that Farmer might refuse her....

But that wouldn't happen, because Farmer agreed without hesitation!

Emily, even more overjoyed, immediately took them to the dance floor, letting them rehearse the dance together before festival starts.

Haley:

"Farmer. I'm you want, I might dance with you~"

Haley doesn't know if her charm will work, since last year she refused to dance with them. Yeah, awkward...

So she won't be surprised if they turn her down. But will be surprised when Farmer immediately agrees.

"Great! Then we need to rehearse to make everything perfect. I've already been Flowers Queen for a few years, I don't want to give up the title."

Haley doesn't care about the title anymore, she's dancing with Farmer! Hee hee~

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Baby Girl

Summary: You and Pedro decide to tell Bella about your pregnancy.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: language

Part 1

A/N: This was a commission request and can be read as a standalone short fic or can be read as Part 2 of A Real Daddy? it is up to you. I hope you all enjoy ❤️

Pedro had been amazing throughout your pregnancy. He stood by you through all the mood swings, the break downs, the 3am weird food cravings, all of it.

After he wrapped the filming of Gladiator, he had spent every free moment home with you. Neither of you had made the pregnancy public, only your immediate family members knew about it. You could just imagine how the internet would blow up if they found out that Pedro Pascal was going to be a real daddy.

His fans would go insane. Most of the fans would be happy for him, but there would always be a select few that would post hate on the internet. Those same fans who absolutely hated on you when you and Pedro made your relationship public all those years ago. It didn't really bother you though, his fans loved him and only wanted what was best for him, but you didn't want your unborn baby to receive that hate, and neither did Pedro.

"Good morning, baby." Pedro whispered, his voice rough and laced with sleep.

Pedro's morning voice was beautiful, and it was something that you still hadn't gotten used to in all your years living with him. His rough morning voice reminded you of The Mandalorian. It had that low rasp about it and paired with his sweet smile, you could never get enough of it.

"Morning, P." You replied, putting your phone down about to roll over and face him, but Pedro shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his hand resting over the pronounced baby bump while he placed gentle kisses along the side of your neck.

"How long have you been awake?"

"A while, the baby hasn't stopped kicking since 6am. It definitely takes after you."

"How so?"

"He can't seem to sit still for more than five minutes." You answered causing Pedro to snort softly.

"She." He corrected, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the bump.

You both wanted the gender of the baby to be a surprise, but Pedro had been insistent that it was going to be a little girl. You weren't sure what made him believe it would be a girl, but you loved referring to the baby as a boy only for him to try and correct you.

"Well, she is currently pushing on my bladder." You grunted and Pedro chuckled softly, leaning down and placing a kiss on the side of your stomach.

"Be good for your mama." He warned softly, kissing your baby bump again. "I love you so much, mi hija."

You smiled, placing your hand on the back of Pedro's head, raking your fingers through his fluffy bed hair as he continued to whisper softly to your baby. You wanted to soak this up as long as you could because in a few days Pedro was flying out to do press for Gladiator.

He didn't want to go or leave you alone, but you didn't want him to stay behind just for you. Gladiator was one of the biggest roles of his career. He had worked so hard for this movie and put so much effort into it, even going as far as putting himself on a strict diet and exercise routine just to get the right look for a Gladiator. You were so incredibly proud of him, and you couldn't be the reason he missed out on doing press for this movie, he had to go.

"Okay, as much as I love this, I really need to pee." You eventually said, untangling your fingers from his hair as Pedro propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you with those big, beautiful puppy dog eyes.

"I'll start making breakfast." He whispered, leaning down and capturing his lips with yours.

You kissed him back, "bacon and eggs?"

He smiled against your lips, "obviously."

-

By the time you went to the bathroom and had a much-needed warm shower, you found Pedro in the kitchen already starting on breakfast.

"Need a hand?" You asked walking over to him.

"I got it. Here." He said, placing a glass of fresh juice on the countertop of the breakfast bar in front of you.

"I'm gonna miss having breakfast made for me every morning." You commented, taking the glass and sitting down on the stool by the breakfast bar.

Pedro glanced over at you, a flash of guilt flickering across his eyes, "I don't have to go to-"

"P, we've talked about this." You said cutting him off, knowing what he was going to say. "I can't ask you to stay. You've worked so hard for this."

"But what if something happens when I'm not here?"

"Nothing is going to happen. The baby isn't due for another month."

"But-"

"Pedro." You said, raising your eyebrows at him.

"Okay. Okay. But you have to call me if anything does happen, alright? Anything." He insisted, leaning forward over the breakfast bar and grabbing your hand that was wrapped around your glass of juice and you nodded. "You're all I'm going to be thinking about during those interviews, you know?"

You rolled your eyes, "don't think about me. You're a Gladiator! Think about the movie."

"My girl is pregnant with my child, I can't not think about you, baby. It's gonna be a miracle if I don't accidently mention it during an interview."

His hand tightened around yours and your heart broke a little when you saw the wash of sadness in his beautiful brown eyes. Pedro was so excited and proud to become a real daddy, you knew he wanted to share that with people. Especially his co-stars from Gladiator that he gotten close with during those long months of filming overseas.

"I think... if you want to tell your co-stars, you can. I don't want to force you to keep this whole thing a secret." You eventually said causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

"But we agreed to keep it a secret for a while."

You shrugged your shoulders, "I know, but it wouldn't hurt to tell a couple more people, right?"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Can I call Bella then? We barely have any secrets between us, and it's been killing me not being able to tell them." Pedro confessed and your heart melted at his words.

You had been expecting him to say one of his Gladiator co-stars, but you should have seen Bella coming. Those two were like two peas in a pod. You absolutely adored Bella, and Pedro did as well.

"Facetime them. It's been so long since I last saw Bella." You replied enthusiastically and Pedro's eyes lit up before he pulled his phone out from his back pocket.

He held the phone in front of him, waiting for Bella to answer and a few seconds later their familiar joyful voice echoed from the phone.

"Hey, man! What's up?"

Pedro smiled, "not much. How are you?"

"I'm good. How-" Whatever Bella was going to say next got cut off when the smoke alarm in your house started to go off.

You winced, blocking your ears with your hands, but you could hear Bella asking what was wrong, their voice laced with worry as Pedro swore softly under his breath.

"It's fine. I just, uh, I burnt breakfast!" He shouted over the beeping as he glanced over the top of his phone at you with a guilty expression.

"I got the alarm." You said, resting your hand over your bump as you stood up from the stool.

Pedro's eyes widened, "no, no. Don't go climbing on any chairs to turn it off. I can do it."

"I'm not. I'm just going to use the end of a broom stick. I think I can manage." You answered and Pedro still looked worried, like just because you were pregnant you couldn't do a simple task. "The bacon is still burning by the way!" You shouted over your shoulder.

"Fuck." He swore under his breath, dropping the phone on the bench before he rushed over to the stove. You could hear Bella laughing through his phone above the loud beeping, finding the whole thing rather amusing.

You grabbed the broom from the cupboard and walked back over to the kitchen, lifting the end of the stick to the roof before pressing the little button on the smoke alarm, silencing the loud beeping.

Pedro sighed in relief at the instant silence as he removed the frying pan from the hot element. You put the broom down and reclaimed your seat on the bar stool, watching him in amusement as he switched the element off.

"Dude, your video chats are always so chaotic, I love it." Bella laughed through the phone.

"You just always call at the wrong times!" Pedro shouted from the stove.

"You're the one that facetimed me!" Bella shot back.

Pedro picked up one of the pieces of bacon with a pair of tongs and held it up for you to see. There wasn't much to see though because it was literally just a strip of burnt charcoal and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing causing Pedro to raise his eyebrows at you.

"Hey, I'm not the one who can't multitask. Don't blame me." You chuckled, raising your hands a little in defence.

"Is that Y/N I hear? I haven't seen her in months!" Bella said through the phone that was still abandoned on the kitchen bench face down, giving Bella a rather lovely view of the marble countertop.

Pedro put the bacon down and walked back over, picking up the phone and holding it in front of him so Bella could see him.

"Yeah, that's Y/N. She's laughing at my cooking skills. It's very rude."

"What cooking skills?" Bella teased and Pedro's jaw dropped.

"Ouch." He gasped, resting his free hand over his heart dramatically causing you and Bella to both laugh.

"How is Y/N going anyway?"

"She's good. She's good, ummm, there's... there's something we wanted to share with you actually."

"What is it? You guys pregnant or something?" Bella joked with a laugh, but their laughter died in their throat when Pedro panned the phone over to where you were sitting. "Wait, wait... no freaking way!"

You smiled, resting your hand over your very obvious baby bump as you stared at Bella through the phone, "that was a good guess."

Their eyes widened in pure shock, "I was just joking, I didn't think... Congratulations!"

Pedro walked around the countertop until he stood beside you, the camera now on you both as you stared at Bella's surprised face.

"Thank you. I wanted to tell you for a long time, but we want this to be a secret. At least for a little while." Pedro explained and Bella quickly nodded in understanding.

"That's totally fair. I won't tell anyone, I promise." They hurriedly reassured and you gave them a grateful smile. "You two are going to make such wonderful parents! When is the baby due? Wait, boy or girl? No, wait, do you have a name picked out?"

Pedro chuckled softly at their frantic questions, "no name yet, and she'll be due in a month."

Bella's eyes widened, "she?"

"We don't actually know." You corrected, glancing over at Pedro who just rolled his eyes. "He thinks it's a girl though."

"Oh, okay." Bella nodded with a gentle smile before realisation washed over them. "I'll be in the states in, like, six weeks time for work. Can I meet the baby?"

"Of course!" You replied causing them to smile brightly.

"I'm so happy for you guys. I gotta go online and find cute baby outfits!"

"Whoa, no, no. You don't need to buy us anything." Pedro quickly said, but Bella just shook their head.

"I'm not buying you anything. I'm buying the baby something."

"Bella-" Pedro started to say, but they cut him off.

"Sorry, can't hear you. The-the line is going dead- must be going.... through a tunnel." Bella responded, making their voice crackle for special effect.

"You're sitting on your couch!" Pedro exclaimed, pointing at them through the screen causing you to laugh as Bella grinned.

"I love you guys, bye!" They quickly said, not letting Pedro argue with them before Bella hung up the phone.

-

*Six weeks later*

You laid down on the couch, getting some much-needed rest.

Babies were so tiny, but so demanding. It wasn't like you hadn't already known that. You had to wake up at least twice throughout the nights to feed the baby but doing that on top of being woken up nearly every hour between feeds was something you hated.

Pedro, God bless his soul, would tend to the baby whenever it wasn't feeding time, allowing you to get some rest and you loved him so much for that. He had really taken being a new parent in his stride and never complained, even though you complained about being tired constantly.

You were half asleep on the couch, your head resting in Pedro's lap while he watched some old movie on television when suddenly there was a knock on your front door.

You winced at the knock, waiting for the baby to start crying from the crib in your bedroom, but after a few seconds of silence you sighed with relief when the crying never started.

"I'll go see who it is. Go back to sleep, baby." Pedro whispered, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before he carefully got up from the couch, shifting a pillow under your head before he walked over to the front door.

"Bella!" Pedro greeted happily a few seconds later before quickly lowering his voice. "How are you?"

"I'm great." They replied, matching Pedro's quiet tone, quickly catching on to the fact that the baby must be asleep. "How are you guys? How's Y/N and the baby doing?"

"They're good. Really good."

You could hear the smile in Pedro's voice as he spoke and you sat up on the couch and glanced towards the front door to find Bella stepping inside, their hands full of bags and a large takeaway cup of coffee which they held towards Pedro.

"You didn't have to get me coffee."

"I figured you could probably use it. You guys sounded tired on the phone the other day, but, uh, I wasn't sure if Y/N was allowed to drink caffeine or not while breast feeding, so I got her a brownie instead." Bella explained, handing him a small brown paper bag as well.

"She will love it. Thank you." Pedro replied sincerely, taking a sip of his coffee with a sigh of delight. "You remembered my coffee order?"

"It's not like it's hard to remember." Bella responded.

"His absolute abomination of a coffee order is hard to forget." You agreed, looking over the couch towards them.

Bella's head snapped in your direction so fast that you feared they had given themselves whiplash before they grinned, "I know right, what kind of psychopath has six shots of espresso on ice?"

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing at their words and Bella grinned walking over to you.

"I feel very judged right now." Pedro said, pretending to take offence.

"We are judging you." Bella shot over their shoulder causing Pedro to snort as he sipped on his coffee.

You went to stand up from the couch to give Bella a hug, but they quickly motioned for you to stay sitting before they plonked themselves down on the couch beside you and wrapped you up into a warm hug.

"It's so good to see you." You whispered, hugging Bella back just as tightly.

It had been too long since you last saw them. Way too long.

"How are you feeling? You look great." Bella complimented, pulling away as they looked you up and down with a gentle smile.

"I know you're lying, but I appreciate it." You laughed softly.

"I'm not. For someone who only just had a baby, you look fantastic." Bella insisted causing you to roll your eyes.

"You sound like Pedro."

"That's because I'm right." Pedro pointed out, walking over to the couch and handing you the brown paper bag. "Courtesy of our new uber Eats delivery person, Bella."

You smiled, taking the bag and placing it on the coffee table before turning back to Bella about to thank them, but didn't get a chance.

"I also bought this for the little one."

You watched as Bella pulled out a little stuffed teddy bear from the bag on the floor by her feet and your heart melted.

"When the baby is awake, can I meet them? I'm dying to find out if it's girl or a boy since you both are annoying and didn't want to tell me over the phone."

"C'mon, she's sleeping now. But you can see her." You said, standing up from the couch and heading towards the bedroom, but stopped when you realised Bella wasn't following you.

You turned around to find them still sitting on the couch, their jaw hung open in shock while Pedro just grinned at them.

"I was right. It is a girl." He said proudly.

"You have a baby girl?" Bella all but whispered, and if you weren't mistaken you thought you could see tears starting to rise in their eyes.

"You wanna meet her?" You asked and a second later, Bella sprung up from the couch and rushed over to you while Pedro silently followed, still sipping his coffee happily.

You opened up the door to your bedroom and walked over to the crib beside your bed and you were surprised to find that your baby girl was actually awake, her big brown eyes already looking up at you.

"She's so cute!" Bella exclaimed, covering their mouth with their hands to stop themself from shouting or crying, you weren't entirely sure which.

"Do you wanna hold her?" You asked, leaning down and gently picking up your baby girl.

"Uh..." Bella hesitated, glancing over at Pedro with a questioning look, like they weren't entirely sure if they were allowed to hold the baby or not.

"Go ahead." Pedro encouraged with a small nod.

You gently handed the baby over to Bella, making sure they supported her neck, but Bella seemed to know what they were doing, holding the little girl perfectly in their arms with a bright smile spreading across their face.

"She's so tiny." Bella whispered. "What's her name?"

"Lexi Verónica Pascal." You answered, resting your hand on Bella's shoulder as you looked down at Lexi in their arms who cooed happily when she saw you.

Bella's eyes widened at the name, looking over at Pedro who was leaning against the doorframe. He was still sipping on his coffee, but seemed to be on the verge of tears as he watched the two of you with the baby, a fond smile on his face.

Lexi began to stir in Bella's arms before her little face scrunched up and you knew what was about to happen, and a few seconds later her all too familiar cries filled the room.

Bella suddenly looked panicked as if they had done something wrong to make the baby girl cry, but Pedro quickly swooped in, putting his coffee down and holding his hands out.

"It's okay. I can take her." He reassured, and Bella was quick to hand the crying infant to him.

"Is she hungry or something?" Bella asked, watching as Pedro cradled Lexi in his arms.

"She was just fed earlier. I think she's just looking for attention, aren't you, mi hija?" Pedro whispered, looking down at his daughter.

The girl continued to wail hysterically causing him to wince and you chuckled softly before the three of you walked out the bedroom. Pedro began to wander around the main room of the house, whispering soothing words to his daughter to try and calm her.

You and Bella made your way back over to the couch and you pulled out the brownie from the brown paper bag that was on the coffee table and ripped it in half, holding the other piece towards them. The two of you sat on the couch silently eating while Pedro began to softly sing a song in Spanish to Lexi and within a few seconds, the little girls cries began to die down.

"He makes such a good girl dad." Bella commented, watching Pedro slowly walk around the house, rocking the baby in his arms.

You glanced over at Pedro, and he must have sensed you looking at him because he lifted his head and his gaze met yours from across the room. His lips twitched up into a gentle smile as he looked at you while he continued to sing softly to his daughter.

"He is the best dad." You agreed, watching Pedro with a warm smile. He really was the best.

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Hi! I love your fics so much ❤️ I was hoping you could write an Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Reader were Jason's friend (Andy) tries to date cheerleader reader and she doesn't want to but he doesn't takes no as an answer, so Reader convinces Eddie to fake date her, but, they're very physical, and they end up realizing that they like each other, so they start dating for real this time, but Andy and Jason suspect abt them bc they heard Chrissy and other cheerleaders talking about Reader and Eddie not being really a couple and maybe Andy tries to make a move on Reader but Eddie sees it and he protects her from Andy, and they end up together and happy!

Oh, thank you so much! That means a lot!!!!

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Y/N wasn't new to guys liking her, but she knew half of them liked the fact she wore a small skirt and was flexible. And her popularity. They saw her as a trophy, and not as an actual person. Y/N blames all of that on why she was still single. And she was okay with that. She rather is alone than be with someone that saw her as an object to hang on their arm.

Andy was no different. He was a friend of Jason's and would not take no for an answer. Y/N was on a team with Chrissy, which meant she was with Chrissy the majority of the time. And Chrissy was never away from Jason, and Jason brought Andy. Therefore, Y/N could not escape Andy and his flirting.

She needed a plan, she needed a fake boyfriend to get Andy off of her back. But he couldn't be someone Andy knew, so that crossed out every popular guy Y/N has ever talked to. Who the hell would she even as-

"MUNSON, WALK IN THE HALLS!"

Eddie Munson.

"What's in it for me?" Eddie questioned, crossing his arms as the smirk stretched across his face. It's not every day a cheerleader stands against his locker asking for a date.....even if it was fake.

"I'll keep Jason off your ass, and the rest of the team, all the way to graduation." Y/N offered, a questioning smile on her face as she shrugged her shoulders.

To Eddie, it didn't sound like he had anything to lose. He gets to date a cheerleader and his ass won't get pushed around for the next few months. She's the one that had it all to lose being seen with a freak.

"You got yourself a deal, gorgeous." He winked, grabbing her hand and facing her palm to him. Stealing the pen out of the side of her backpack and wrote his number on her palm.

~~~

"Now Chrissy invited me to hang out at this bar, chances are Andy will tag along with Jason. I'm thinking we arrive early, get a drink, and work on our story, yeah?" Y/N ranted as she walked with Eddie to his van.

"Damn, been my girl for like half a day and you are bossing me around. Feels like a real relationship." Eddie joked as he unlocked his van. Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes.

~~~

"Isn't he going to be a little suspicious you randomly are talking to the freak? And that we are all of a sudden together? I mean we've barely ever talked. Little popular cheerleader all of a sudden as the hots for me? I can't see anyone believing that for a second. We've never shown interest in each other, and now we are like in a serious relationship he is supposed to respect?" Eddie questioned, sipping on his beer as Y/N sat at the bar top next to him. The more he thought about it, the more this plan sounded like it would never work.

"Fuck, you are right. Why did I ever think this would work? He is going to see right through my lie, and maybe I just need to go on the date and get it over with. Maybe he won't be too horrible, he could be a nice guy. Slight chance he sees me as more than just a cheerleader. Thanks anyway Munson, It was stupid to drag you into this. I'll still keep Jason and his dogs off of you." She smiled, patting his arm as she walked towards an empty booth.

Now Eddie felt like an asshole. Watching as she played with her fingers, eyes watching the door. Eddie sipped on his beer for the next few minutes. The sound of Jason screaming as he walked into the bar. Eddie felt himself rolling his eyes, catching Y/N doing the same. He watched as she shrunk underneath Andy's stare, smiling politely as she hugged him.

Eddie took a deep breath and called out to the bartender.

~~~

Y/N was hating every topic Andy talked about. She just wanted to go home, but maybe if she tried to give him a chance, it wouldn't be so bad.

"FROM THE GENTLEMEN AT THE BAR!" The waitress screamed over the music, placing the drink in front of Y/N.

Y/N looked up confused, her eyes catching Eddie's as he winked, and nodded his beer in the air.

Y/N could feel herself giggling as she nodded her head back as she sipped on the fruity drink. He already knew her well.

"I think I'm going to say thank you to my kind gentlemen," Y/N said to the table, not bothering to watch their reactions as she swayed her hips back up to the bar.

"Is she walking up to Eddie freaking Munson?" Andy gasped from the booth.

"She sure is" Chrissy stated proudly.

~~~

"I see you got my drink" Eddie teased, pushing out the stool for her to sit.

"I did, fruity drink, you know me well, Munson." She teased back as she took the seat he offered.

"I figured this is a way to get them to notice our first interaction," Eddie said, keeping his eyes on her, not bothering to look over her shoulder to see the watching eyes.

"Thank you, Eddie." She smiled.

~~~

A few days later more people began to notice Y/N and Eddie talking in the halls, flirting and soft touches.

Y/N told Chrissy that Eddie asked her out that night and they've been on a few dates since. Building up their fake chemistry and trying to make it believable to her best friend. Which was a lot easier than she thought.

Chrissy knew it was all fake to get Andy off of her back, but Chrissy also knew Eddie Munson is the type of guy that will sweep her off of her feet. Chrissy had a feeling they'll end up together in the end, so she didn't question the lies.

~~~

Eddie and Y/N let a week pass before they got more public. Branching out to going on dates to popular places, and throwing in public displays of affection.

That's when Y/N learned Eddie was an amazing kisser and she loved kissing him.....a little too much. The way he missed made her heart race, palms sweat, thighs clench, and head dizzy. She lost herself in the kiss every time, yanking him closer and kissing him harder. Her head spun every time he slipped his tongue in her mouth. The way his hands gripped her hips, the sounds that came from his chest, and the taste of him had her dizzy for hours.

But he'd pull away, a proud smirk on his face whenever Andy would storm off. Eddie's touch would leave her hips and she'd feel the ghost of his hands. And she hated more than anything that she missed his lips.

It's supposed to be fake dating.

Eddie was just better at faking than she was.

~~~

The more dates they went on, the more Y/N began to adore everything she was learning about him. His favorite songs, the ones he'd crank up louder in his van. The names of his guitars, and when he learned to play. His hobbies, his family, and just everything that made him who he was. She memorized every detail of his face. Searching day and night for a flaw but falling short.

He was the perfect boyfriend.

~~~

Eddie knew it was all fake but he couldn't tell if he was acting anymore. The way she moaned against his chest when they'd make out. How soft her hand felt in his as they walked. The way she laughed at his jokes. How her eyes stared right back at him when he was talking to her. Every part of her body facing him to show all of her attention was on him.

Eddie never felt so seen in a good way. He opened himself up and he didn't hate it. He learned almost everything about her. And now he saw it, she was so much more than a cheerleader on his arm. If people knew who she really was, they'd be even more jealous of her being on his arm.

Eddie could tell he was falling but he couldn't. It was all play pretend.

~~~

The more they spent time together, the more it got harder to remind themselves it was all fake. But maybe they didn't have to pretend.

Neither of them was looking elsewhere, making sure Andy never grew suspicious. Eddie knew she wasn't interested in anyone, otherwise, she would have asked them to be her fake boyfriend.

Y/N was reaching her breaking point. Spending all her time with Eddie was the happiest she's been in years. She didn't feel like just a cheerleader with him. He learned things about no one cared to find out. He knew more about her than Chrissy did. She just wanted to be with him. All she had to do was get the courage to talk to him about what she was feeling.

~~~

Another night in Eddie's bedroom, her laying on her stomach as she flipped through a book, Eddie playing guitar softly next to her. Her eyes couldn't help but stay on him. One thing she always loved was admiring him in his most relaxed state. His hair was half tied up in a bun, curls landing on his shoulders. His mouth closed as he hummed, his fingers strumming softly. His eyes flicked down to the strings then back up again.

"How can you read without your eyes on the words?" He teased, not looking at her as he looked down at the strings. But she could see his lips were curved up in a smirk.

"Shut up," She mumbled, embarrassed that she was caught. Feeling her face heat up, quickly darted her eyes to her book.

After a few seconds of silence, she closed her book. Nodding to herself as she moved to her knees. Softly grabbing the neck of his guitar, his eyes lifted up to look at her.

A questioning look on his face as he sat still.

"You okay?" He asked softly

She didn't respond, just leaning forward to place her lips softly on his. Her heart skipped a beat as he smiled and kissed her back.

She slowly pulled away, keeping her eyes locked on his.

Eddie felt his stomach fluttering at the soft look in her eyes.

It wasn't uncommon for them to kiss, but staring into each other's eyes afterward was new for both of them.

"I have a new proposition for you." She whispered

Eddie watched as she let go of his guitar, holding her hands as she nervously skimmed around his room.

"And that is?" Eddie asked, setting his guitar on the floor as he moved closer to her.

"Instead of fake dating...what if we....just dated?" Too scared to look at him, she kept her eyes on the posters on the wall.

"I'm sorry, what is the difference?" Eddie chuckled

"What if we didn't pretend to date, and dated for real." Y/N shrugged, trying to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal.

"Look at me." He demanded

She took a breath and looked at him.

"Are you saying that you like me and want to be in a relationship for ourselves, and not for Andy?" He asked, enjoying how shy she was becoming.

"Yes." She answered honestly, nothing left to lose now.

"Yes." He replied

"Actually?" She asked, keeping her eyes locked on him, trying to see if there was any teasing in his expression.

"I like you too, and I enjoyed having you as a fake girlfriend. I think having you as my real girlfriend would be even better. " He said, leaning close to bump his nose with hers.

~~~

Officially being together, neither of them noticed a difference. They stopped pretending for Andy a long time ago.

Since Y/N didn't notice a difference, she forgot to let Chrissy know that it was official.

This led to her letting another cheerleader know the truth behind it, and that led to Andy overhearing that the relationship wasn't real.

~~~

Y/N was waiting at Eddie's locker when Andy approached her. She faked a smile as she acknowledged his company. But her smile dropped when his arm wrapped around her waist and dragged her into a kiss.

Before she had time to react, his body was being yanked off of her.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Eddie yelled as he held Andy in his grip.

"Oh come on man, I know she isn't your real girl. Drop the act." Andy scoffed. Shoving Eddie's hands off of him.

"Yes, she is." Eddie snapped back. His blood was still hot from seeing Andy's hands all over Y/N.

"Eddie, it's okay." She said gently, grabbing his hand and preparing to drag him to his van.

"Really, Y/L/N? The freak? You pick trailer trash over me?" Andy scoffed, his eyes judging Eddie as he looked him over.

"Go fuck yourself." Eddie sneered

"Oh shut up Andy, I never was interested and I never will be. I didn't pick the freak or trailer trash. I picked the boy I liked. I picked Eddie. Use his name." She spat out, this time yanking Eddie out of the school.

"Are you okay? I tried to grab him as fast as I could." Eddie breathed out, looking over her body.

"Yes, I'm fine." She smiled, reassuringly.

"Good, because no one touches my girl," Eddie smirked, throwing his arm over her shoulder as they walked to his van.

"And no one calls my man names." She teased back, her arm going around his waist.

Maybe she picked Eddie Munson from the start for a reason.

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BG3 Companions Social Media Headcanons Part 1

I was bored at work and couldn’t stop. 🤣 I’ll make another post with Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc, and some NPCs!

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Astarion - Pre-Tav, Astarion's social media is mostly thirst-traps for some kind of nefarious, Cazador-related money-making plot. They barely scoot past the TOS on lewd content. Very little real personal content, anything that isn't a thirst trap is heavily doctored lifestyle content to make it seem like he's living a much more luxurious life than he actually is.

After meeting Tav and getting rid of Cazador, he deletes all of his old accounts and opens up new ones. They're not exactly private, but he's much more careful about who he follows and who can follow him back. The posts become much more genuine. Still a lot of selfies, but they're sexy in the way of a guy just finally living his truth and being comfortable in his own skin. There's more shots of his daily life; waking up with his partner's obnoxious pets strewn across the bed, morning coffee and his current favorite book, new outfits that make him feel more himself. Tav features heavily in most of his posts, and there are probably as many pictures of them as there are of himself.

Karlach - chaos. No rhyme or reason. Lots of parkour and Jack-ass parodies. Constant flood of pictures of her stuffed animal collection. Stupid filters abound. There's several videos of her just flexing. Lumberjack videos. Seven hundred pictures of Tav, tons of selfies together. Videos of her literally sobbing over some cute stuffy she found or a dog she got to pet. "How many times can I say the fuck word before I get suspended." Memes. Memes everywhere.

Lae'zel - She follows three accounts and never posts anything, but somehow she's constantly scrolling through. What does she even do? Her profile picture is still the default. She doesn't have any profile information filled out. It just says "No." Her screen name is just Lae_zel. Every single item in her favorites is a cat video. She has One photo and its a gym selfie. All of her comments seem really mean at first, but they're all weirdly supportive things along the lines of "your teeth are sharp and your visage terrifying".

Shadowheart - total E-girl influencer vibe. Everything is #nofilter. She doesn't need filters. She's god's most perfect princess. You can't even be mad because it's not vanity its just how she Is. Ends everything with Prayer-hands-emoji hashtag Shar'sblessings or Selune'sblessings depending on where she is in that journey. Hairstyle and makeup tutorials and she makes it look so damn easy. "Dye my hair and cut my bangs with me." "Get ready with me" videos nearly every day. Every picture has a comment from Astarion that just says "oh fuck off" because even he can never hope to be as perfect as she is. Or at least that's what her forty-five thousand followers think.

Wyll - The official Blade of the Frontier social media account(s). Fencing videos and promos. "How to polish your horns for newbies" video that's been taken down twenty-seven times for lewd content even though it's literally for polishing actual horns. Accidental thirst traps because damn. Lots of disability advocacy, especially for visual impairments. Weekly Demon/Devil PSAs. Constantly featured in Karlach's vids and vice-versa. Buddy selfies. Once in a while a pic of him with his dad. Pics with Tav are rare, but when he does post them they're the sweetest pictures and he gushes about them for paragraphs. It's a little gross how gushy they are. Astarion comments with vomit emojis and Wyll just replies with an angry face emoji. The purest content. He's so wholesome. Not a swear to be seen. Lots of gentle hype videos. "You've got this. You can do this. I believe in you."

Gale - oh my god he has the most pretentious social media accounts. He's worse than Astarion. "Well, actually" videos with multiple parts because they're too long. Tea and bookshelves. Tara. So many pics of Tara. Tara napping on a book. Tara swatting a fly. Tara in the window. Tara on the kitchen counter. Tara laying in the sun. Tara doing nothing. He has one of those fancy cat terrarium backpacks. Magic tutorials. Mystra simp. Surprisingly few selfies but the ones he has are IMMACULATE. Pretentious book reviews. His only saving grace is that he is HILARIOUS. He's the only one with a reasonable about of pics with Tav as opposed to almost none or way too many, but the captions are always really sweet.

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[toxicanonymity]

How much Joel react if Sweet Pea snapped at him, even just a little bit?

Like she has her period now, or maybe just its super hot or some shit or no sleep or something.

Would Joel feel bad that his sweet, well-trained girl was lashing out? or would he snap right back?

Couldn't sleep. raider master

850 words, raider!Joel x f!reader

WARNINGS: angst, light manhandling, dark fluff, spanking, choking adjacent moment, grinding, reference to FEDRA assault.

A/N: analysis here. calling it a hypothetical bc it doesn't fit neatly btwn hunger and the next part.

He grabs you by the arm and you won't look at him, so he grips your jaw and turns your head. His brow furrows as he searches your face. You still don't want to meet his eyes. ”What the hell’s wrong with you today?” he bites. You don't answer. “Hmm?” He prods, tightening the massive hand on your arm with a jolt.

“Nothing,” you mutter, but your eyes are welling up. He stares at your quivering lips, then your eyes as he awaits your answer. You finally look at him. “Sorry. I couldn't sleep. I'm tired.”

He lets go of your jaw and you start to pull away but his grip on your arm tightens and he asks, “That all?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle.

His jaw clenches then moves back and forth. His eyes are pensive, concerned. “‘Member what I said after ya ran?”

You nod. “that you only want me if I'm good?” A tear runs down your cheek.

His face softens and so does his voice. “I only want ya if you're–” he sighs and cups your cheek. “No, sweet pea. That ya gotta talk to me when somethin's botherin’ ya.”

You look down and away, then nod. He lets go of your arm and sits down on the bed.

“You're a good girl, sweet pea. c’mere.” He pulls you down onto his lap. He strokes the nape of your neck with his thumb. “That day ya ran. . .” He brushes a tear off your cheek. “That was real bad.” It's true. It was bad. FEDRA had you on your knees, made you play Russian roulette, stripped you. "I didn't. . ." He searches for words and doesn't find them. He looks at you with his brows knitted. “we’re past that, ain't we?”

You nod earnestly. “It was stupid. I wouldn't–it was a long time ago. I'd never-”

“'S’what I thought,” he nods. “You're my good girl, sweet pea.” He kisses you on the temple.

“You're not gonna spank me?” You look at him with wide eyes.

His nose twitches. “That what ya want?” He pulls you further into his lap and when you feel he’s hard you get a rush of arousal. He sighs, and with a smooth rotation of his body, he pushes you down on the bed face up. He pins you to it with his hips, arousal digging into your front. He wraps his hand around your throat, not too hard, but the serious look he gives you says youre not off the hook. “What ain't ya sayin'?”

You stammer, unsure what he means. You hazard a guess, “please?” Your hips lift into him.

He smirks, then it fades as he closes his eyes for a second. “No. why couldn't ya sleep?”

“I–” you sigh. “I was worried about the dog.”

He breathes out a laugh, then with his hands under your arms, he pulls you up further onto the bed so your legs aren't dangling. He sits back on his heels, straddling you with his knees. You eye the bulge in his pants. He asks, “That's it?”

“It's too cold at night,” you whine. “And what if he runs away. I can't believe all that time he was. . .” you start sniffling again.

Joel pauses, seeing the sincerity in your eyes. “Alright,” he nods. “we’ll make him some place warmer. god damn.”

“Really?”

He shrugs, then leans forward and plants his forearm on the bed. He hovers over you, then puts some weight on you again, his cock harder now, making you gush as he presses it against just the right spot. “Yeah, really."

“Thank you,” you whisper. “He's still skinny.”

“Hell, make'm a goddamn vest if ya want,” Joel murmurs, searching your face affectionately.

You laugh, which makes his eyes come to life with warmth. He asks, “okay?” He wipes a tear off your cheek. “see, all ya gotta do is talk to me, sweet pea.”

You nod, then start to explain. “didnt wanna wake you up. n’ sometimes you're. . .I dunno, kinda. . .mean,” your voice trails off as you wonder if you've gone too far and second guess whether you even feel that way.

Joel cocks an eyebrow. “I'm kinda mean? Hmm” his lower lip juts out in contemplation.

“No. Well. I mean. . .”

He pushes himself up to hover over you as he forcibly turns you over face down. Then his hips press his hard bulge into your ass, and he brings his mouth to your ear. “f’i didn't know any better,” he murmurs, then lifts his hips again for clearance. “I'd think ya were into it.” He pulls up your dress and smacks your ass. You grunt and your mouth falls open with the sting of his hand, making you twitch with need. “Maybe,” you mumble into the pillow.

You sigh and push your ass up, seeking contact. You look back and he shakes his head in playful disapproval as he unbuttons his pants.

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ty for reading.

So the answer is both - I think he'd snap back, but underneath that he'd be concerned that it's out of character for her. His concern or hurt often presents as anger or frustration at first and he's getting more emotionally intelligent to where he might realize it sometimes.

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Curses from Ex-Boyfriend || Oneshot

Character: Artist!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Y/N navigates humorous breakups and manages an art gallery. A reunion with first love, Bucky, at an exhibition ignites a whimsical love story woven with unexpected enchantments.

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Y/N sunk into the barstool, her eyes telling tales of another failed relationship. Yolanda, the supportive friend, encouraged Y/N to share the latest misadventure in her love life.

Y/N sighed, "Okay, get this. The first one, Mike, broke up with me because he claimed my choice of pizza toppings was a reflection of our incompatibility. Apparently, pineapple lovers and non-pineapple lovers are destined to fail."

"Then there was Mark," Y/N continued, a smirk playing on her lips. "He couldn't stand the fact that I had a more extensive collection of pokemon than he did. He said it was a sign of divergent life goals."

Yolanda raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Tell me more."

"James, number three," Y/N chuckled, "Simple, he doesn't like dog."

"Alex was next in line," Y/N continued her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement. "He called it quits because he believed my excessive use of emojis in texts was a clear indication of a lack of emotional depth. Can you imagine?"

Yolanda laughed, "You can't be serious! What about the fifth one?"

Y/N sighed again, "Oh, Tom. He said my insistence on arranging our bookshelf by color instead of genre was a deal-breaker. Apparently, a good relationship requires organized literature. Can you believe these reasons?"

"Bucky was the longest, wasn't he?" Yolanda mused, a smile playing on her lips.

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, high school sweethearts, you know? We were the classic emo couple, complete with matching black outfits and moody music playlists."

Curiosity flickered in Yolanda's eyes, "So, why did you guys break up?"

Y/N chuckled, "Dead serious. Bucky was deep into it. I remember one day, he used a spell to try and cancel a math quiz."

Y/N grinned, "Oh, maybe because I'm over with emo and I think because Bucky got into magic, like, real magic. He bought this ancient-looking spell book at a flea market."

Yolanda's eyebrows shot up in disbelief, "Magic? Seriously?"

Yolanda burst into laughter, "Wait, what? A spell to cancel a quiz?"

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, he was convinced he could influence the universe with his newfound magical prowess. The thing is, our math teacher did cancel a quiz that week, but I later found out it was because he had a stomachache."

Yolanda's laughter faded into a look of realization, "Wait, are you saying Bucky's spell worked, or was it just a coincidence?"

Y/N shrugged, "Who knows? But I guess that was the beginning of the end. Bucky's magic phase and my inability to take his magical ambitions seriously eventually led to our breakup."

Yolanda winked, still teasing, "Maybe he enchanted you with a love spell, and that's why your relationships have been so... uniquely challenging."

Y/N rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation, "Please, if Bucky had any magical influence, it would've been to summon more black eyeliner or something."

Yolanda joined in the laughter, realizing the absurdity of her own suggestion. "I guess you're right. Love spells and high school relationships don't really go hand in hand."

As they clinked their glasses together, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Yolanda's light-hearted humor.

Y/N groaned as she woke up with a slight headache, the remnants of the drinks from the previous night's escapade still lingering. Despite the throbbing in her head, she dragged herself to work at the prestigious art gallery where she served as the manager.

As Y/N settled into her office, her boss, the eccentric Madam Madeline, swept in with her fur jacket and oversized glasses, an aura of sophistication surrounding her. Madeline, always on the lookout for the next big thing, had an uncanny talent for discovering hidden gems in the art world.

With an air of excitement, Madeline announced, "Y/N, darling, I've found the next big artist during my travels around Europe. A true visionary! Prepare yourself; this is going to be huge for the gallery."

Y/N, still nursing her headache, tried to focus on Madeline's words. "Really? That's fantastic news. Who is this artist?"

Madeline beamed, "Oh, you'll see soon enough. I've arranged for the gallery to showcase their artwork. We need to get everything ready for the grand reveal. This could be a game-changer for us, my dear."

Despite the pounding in her head, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline at the prospect of introducing a groundbreaking artist to the gallery's patrons. With a nod and a determined smile, she assured Madeline, "Consider it done. I'll make sure everything is prepared for the big showcase. This artist is going to leave a mark on the art world, and our gallery will be at the forefront."

As Madeline left the room, Y/N rubbed her temples, contemplating the exciting challenge ahead.

The day of the grand art exhibition arrived, and the gallery buzzed with anticipation. Y/N couldn't help but be excited about unveiling the mysterious artist's work. The moment Madam Madeline revealed the artwork, gasps of awe echoed through the gallery.

The paintings were truly impressive, capturing the essence of emotion and movement in each stroke. Yet, as Y/N studied the intricate lines, a sense of familiarity tugged at her. It was only when Madeline dramatically unveiled the artist's identity that Y/N's surprise reached its peak.

"Bucky?" Y/N muttered under her breath, disbelief washing over her. She couldn't reconcile the image of the once-emo high school boyfriend with the sophisticated artist standing before her.

Without the signature eyeliner and long hair covering half his face, Bucky had transformed into an entirely different person.

Madeline, reveling in the dramatic revelation, announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the brilliant artist behind these captivating pieces is none other than Bucky!"

Y/N's eyes widened as Bucky approached her with a confident smile. "Hey, Y/N. Long time no see."

It took a moment for Y/N to process the situation. "Bucky? The Bucky from high school?"

He nodded, "The one and only. Surprised?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh nervously, "More than you can imagine. I didn't know you had this side to you."

Bucky chuckled, "Life is full of surprises. Just like art."

As the reality of the situation sank in, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected twist of fate.

Intrigued by the transformation in Bucky's life, Y/N couldn't help but ask, "Bucky, where have you been all these years?"

Bucky grinned, a twinkle in his eyes, "After high school, I decided to pursue art more seriously. I entered art school, but it turned out the formal education wasn't for me. So, I packed my bags and hit the road, traveling around the country to draw inspiration from different landscapes and cultures."

Y/N listened, captivated by the adventurous turn in Bucky's journey. "And then?" she prompted.

Bucky continued, "I found myself in Europe, sketching the beautiful landscapes and immersing myself in the art scene. That's where I crossed paths with Madeline. She saw something in my work, and the next thing I knew, I'm back home."

Y/N couldn't hide her amazement. "That's incredible, Bucky. I had no idea you were out there making a name for yourself in the art world."

Bucky smiled modestly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Yeah, life has a way of surprising you," he remarked. "Art became my language, and every stroke on the canvas felt like a piece of my soul. Little did I know it would lead me here."

As Y/N continued to admire Bucky's work, a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the soft background hum of the art gallery. The familiarity of their shared past mingled with the newfound understanding of the paths they had taken.

Bucky broke the silence, "You know, Y/N, seeing you again brings back a flood of memories. The art, the laughter, the quirky moments—some things never change."

Y/N smiled, "Indeed, some things don't. Life has a funny way of circling back, doesn't it?"

As Madeline enthusiastically dragged Bucky away to meet other attendees, Y/N found herself momentarily alone, surrounded by the captivating artwork.

Observing Bucky engage with the crowd, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for the once-emo high school boyfriend who had evolved into a renowned artist. The whimsical nature of their teenage years seemed worlds apart from the sophisticated individual now navigating the art world.

Y/N strolled through the gallery, and she noticed a subtle but significant detail in each painting – a delicately drawn flower nestled somewhere within the vibrant strokes. The realization struck her like a soft breeze, and she couldn't help but smile. It was her favorite flower, a subtle signature Bucky had left in each masterpiece.

Bucky, engrossed in conversation with other attendees, glanced in Y/N's direction. Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them. Y/N felt a warmth spreading within her, realizing that the flowers in Bucky's art were more than just a visual motif.

The language of art spoke louder than words, and Y/N interpreted the message within those flowers in the quiet exchange of glances. It was a silent acknowledgment, a whispered confession that transcended the boundaries of time and distance. Bucky's subtle gesture conveyed, "I still think of you."

As the art gallery hummed with admiration for Bucky's creations, Y/N couldn't help but feel a connection rekindling.

After the event, the air crackled with anticipation as Y/N mustered the courage to approach Bucky. "Bucky, would you mind grabbing a coffee with me? It's been so long, and I'd really like to catch up," she said, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Bucky, meeting her gaze with a warm smile, replied, "Absolutely, Y/N. I'd love that."

As they sat in the dimly lit cafe, the atmosphere seemed to thicken with unspoken emotions. Conversations veered into shared memories and life's twists and turns. Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that, perhaps, this was a crucial moment—a juncture where destiny hung in the balance.

Later, in the intimacy of Bucky's hotel room, he opened an old sketchbook. Pages turned with a whisper, revealing an old photo of Y/N. Intriguingly, on the adjacent page, a spell was inscribed—an enchantment woven into the fabric of their shared history. The room seemed to pulse with an energy that felt both familiar and intense.

Bucky's chuckle was dark and enigmatic as he muttered, "Damn, it works."

The revelation left Y/N completely unaware. Little did she know that the seemingly whimsical magic from their teenage years had woven a thread connecting their souls, guiding them back to each other after years of divergent paths. As they continued to share laughter and stories, the magic of the past lingered in the air, creating a subtle but powerful force that bound them together.

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Just thinking about veteran and or retired neighbor Price right now *sighs dreamily while twirling my hair*

Like, okay - imagine having a house next door to Price situated in a small, cozy village up somewhere in Northern England, surrounded by nothing but green, grassy plains and dense forests with a stream that runs through the small village. I see him living somewhere cozy... quiet. Away from the loud, noisy environments that he'd been so used to, finding somewhere calm to settle down.

I see him having a pet. Maybe a lazy dog or a farm cat, something that'll follow him around and take a nap with him after a long day, either laid across his body or beside him. But, at the same time, maybe he'd like a pet that has a bit of energy - you can take a man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of a man. He still has so many traits and habits he's picked up from the military, and if you know anything about older, retired men, it's that they always need something to do and busy themselves with.

RANDOM THOUGHT but I feel like he wouldn't retire unless Laswell grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the military, likely for his own good. If it were up to him, he'd stay in the fight until he died, so I'd think that him getting close to it was what pushed for the decision to be made for him to retire - maybe he was injured to an extent that it wouldn't be smart for him to keep going or something of the like - I could totally see him with an amputation of sorts (like, twinning with Alex lol).

I think he'd like to keep to himself for as much as he could. I don't see him as one of those super friendly, "oh, let me help you with that" type of neighbors unless the situation is right, or, rather, unless he's called upon for help. Like, he's grumpy and stoic, but only until somebody comes to him asking "hey, sorry to bother, but can you help me with something" and he'd soften up - begrudgingly, it seems, but, really, he's happy to offer some assistance. It makes him feel useful.

God, imagine moving in next door to him and struggling to unload your car of all the boxes and things that are haphazardly packed inside of it, and him walking out of his house, seeing the way that you're struggling, and letting out a heavy sigh - just like "welp, suppose I know how I'm spendin' my mornin' now" and coming over to offer his assistance, a little awkward at first, but that quickly melts away as he settles into comfortable conversation with you.

*slamming fist against the table repetitively* BRINGING HIM FOOD OR TREATS AS A MEANS OF THANKING HIM FOR HIS HELP! A little reusable container held between your hands, to your chest, walking over to his place and knocking on the door, outstretching it towards him and being like "thank you - for your help... I wanted to show my appreciation, you know? so, I made you this" and giving the container to him.

AND WHO IS HE TO SAY NO??? (He tries, believe me, but that sweet, eager look on your face, wordlessly begging for him to take it... he can't deny you). AND HIM RETURNING TO YOUR PLACE A FEW DAYS LATER WITH THE CONTAINER IN HAND, BEING ALL GREATFUL AND STUFF. God, someone let him be real, pleaseee.

Becoming comfortable neighbors with him, spending rainy afternoons over at his house, or, in contrast, him at yours, sat on the front porch with a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate in hand, gossiping about some of the neighbors that live within the houses along the street, the both of you sharing your own life stories here and there, him divulging about his time in the military without shame.

Okay, I know a lot of people like to think that he wouldn't ever share or talk about it, but I can't see that. It's not like he's ashamed of his time - he's proud of the work he did, if anything, and it's all behind him now, so why should he be shy to share about the things he did? Of course, I don't think he'd go into gruesome detail about it or share about everything he's seen, but he'd totally be like "yeah, I've been all over the world - did a few OPs in X, Y and Z countries, took down terrorists, et cetera" and answer any questions with pride.

Him totally being The Man™ who you can go to if you need help with anything. Need help with a leaky sink? Give him a few minutes and he'll be over with a toolbox. Want to do an oil change on your car but have no clue where to start? Don't worry, he's got an oil pan, jack and a few rags around somewhere, he's sure - he'll be over in a few. Want some simple, good ol' company? He's outside the door already.

He'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the village if you ask, pointing out which neighbors to trust and which to be wary of, telling you about his favorite pub that's posed all the way on the far side of the town, but he promises you that the food, drinks and atmosphere are like nothing else. Walking with you down the stone pathways, footsteps clacking against them, taking in the sights with you and answering every question you may have, or, simply settling into a comfortable silence with you. At peace. Comfortable.

I'm so *laying on my bed on my stomach and kicking my feet slowly in the air behind me* I need him.