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The way I am SCREAMING at how perfect this is!!!!!!

For the prompts!

19. Summer camp AU and 59. Interrupted Declaration of Love for Finn/Poe pretty please!❤

Send in 2 numbers and a character or ship and I’ll write a lil blurb!!

Oh my, Em, this is a superb combo!!!

And surprise, I ended up writing what amounts to an 850 word summary of a much longer theoretical fic, so we'll pop it under a cut.

Right off the bat, I'm picturing a larger sleepaway camp that spans middle and high school, with Poe as a counselor for the youngest kiddos and Finn as a counselor for incoming juniors or seniors.

Poe is so good with the younger kids, of course he is. He comforts the ones who are missing home because it's their first time away from their parents for so long, he's great at reorienting their energy and keeping up with how lively they are. And obviously the older kids can be a handful too, but Finn can be a little more subdued with them and he takes them seriously and talks to them like equals, which they like and respect.

They've both been working the camp together for a few years, now, and they've become real close and last summer, the last night there was this moment where they were sitting up late together on the last night and Poe was thinking about maybe, possibly just...

But he'd lost his nerve.

And then this summer they get back for the all-staff meeting before campers are due to arrive the next day, and they fall back into their old vibe so quickly and so easily and Poe lies awake half the night thinking about it, and then the other half of the night hyping himself up to pull Finn away from breakfast and confess his feelings.

Unfortunately for Poe, his sleepless night leads to him accidentally sleeping through breakfast. He stumbles out of bed and cleans himself a little bit, but he feels like a mess and looks it, too, by the way Finn asks if he feels alright when he barely makes it to the meeting that morning on time.

But Finn's eyes are so kind when he asks...

The second the meeting is over, Poe nudges Finn's side and mumbles, "Hey, can we talk for a sec?"

On the shore of the little lake where they've spent countless hours over the past few years -- laughing over the campers during the day, chatting in the dead of night when their kids have gone to bed -- Poe fidgets with his hands and gets about as far as, "I've just been thinking... I'd really like it if maybe..."

And then, from a little further along the shore, one of the other counselors calls out to tell them that the first bus of campers is arriving.

Poe feels like an idiot until Finn squeezes his arm and says, "We'll finish this tonight, okay?" and the sweet smile playing at Finn's lips is telling enough.

Poe's not anxious in the slightest, now.

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dance with me?

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!reader

Rating: T to be safe, Din does say something with a double meaning :)

Word Count: about 1.4K

A/N: A self indulgent fluff piece, because who doesn’t want to slow dance with Din in the crest?? Hope you all enjoy! BIG shoutout and thanks to my dear friend @dirty-holy-things for reading and giving me some help on it!

You let out a tired sigh as you look down at the baby in your arms. The little guy was fighting sleep something fierce tonight, and he cooed up at you as he tried to squirm out of your arms. You knew he was anxious and full of nervous energy, it’s been 4 days now since the Mandalorian had left to look for his latest bounty. You had done your best to care for the child, and while he does adore you, he missed the presence of his dad. As quiet and stoic as Mando is, the Razor Crest always felt so suffocatingly quiet while he was away. You both miss him and wait, some not so patiently, for his return. 

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Din Djarin (SFW + NSFW 18+ Alphabet Combo)

A mix of filth and feels for you all with our very own and favorite Mandalorian: Din Djarin. In collaboration with @emmikmil​ (give her a follow, amazing writing) and myself. We were talking in our messages and came up with this idea of a NSFW and a SFW alphabet deal; the 2 for one special if you will. Cross posted on AO3.

Other than that my lovely followers and readers; ENJOY OUR FAVORITE SPACE DAD! >;)

Din Djarin x Reader

Tags: This is an 18+ post so if you are a minor please, for the love of all things universally good, just scroll past this! Thank you!

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Just a little star wars day reblog of my tin can man fics!!!! Happy may the fourth!!!

keep me in your heart for a while

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female!reader

Word count: 6,6K

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Warnings: Mild talk of injuries, a little sad, oral sex (f receiving) unprotected sex (this is fantasy ok IRL wrap that shit up and be SAFE)

Summary: You help Din after a chance encounter near your home. A friends to lovers with fluff, smut, some hurt/comfort and some mild angst. Set before and during season 1 of The Mandalorian.

A/N: This is part of the sl+ discord fic exchange and I wrote this for the amazing and lovely @koskareevesismyqueen   I hope you enjoy!! Also big love to @soyelfuegoquearde for the beta read of my monster fic! Fic title is from the song Keep me in your heart by The Wailin’ Jennys <3

It takes you by surprise to hear blaster fire breaking the tranquil silence as you walk home. You had taken your bi weekly trip to the bustling city close by to stock up on supplies and it was unusual for any person, let alone people with blasters, to be nearby. Where you live is quiet and peaceful, nothing violent has happened in this small corner of the galaxy. Your house was tucked deep in the forest, nobody using this trail but you in your trips back and forth to the city. 

You step off the path slowly to lean against a nearby tree to peer over to your left. The blaster fire had ceased for a moment but it renewed again, only closer this time. You drop down quickly, your heart jumping to your throat as an odd pinging noise rattles the air, like the shots were hitting something metal and a groan echoes throughout the trees. One last shot, then silence settles in the quickly dimming forest.

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SO MANY TEARS!!! A wild emotional rollercoaster for me at 8am but started my day off right!! God I love this seriessss

Good. Things. Take. Time. 3: Leap of Faith

Fandom: Calls (THIS IS AN APPLE TV SERIES. PATS is a character. This is not RPF.)

Pairing:  Pedro Across the Street x f!reader

Rating: ***Explicit.*** Those under 18 please do not enter.

Warnings: Wall-to-wall angst. Sex. Sex work. Sexual massage. Painful yearning.

A/N: Breathe. I promise that the sun does shine again.

Summary: This is it, isn’t it. This is happening.

RESIGNATION  (1.2k)

DISCERNMENT (967 words)

THE FIRST LEAP (843 words)

THE SECOND LEAP (349 words)

THE THIRD LEAP (653 words)

THE FINAL ASSESSMENT (1.5k)

MOVING ON (492 words)

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SOFT!!!!! POE!!!! DESERVES!!!! THE WORLD!!!!!

your love is sunlight

Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Poe Dameron/F!Reader (no pronouns) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.9k words Summary: First thing on the agenda: Poe Dameron is going to wash his kriffing hair. Second thing on the agenda: Poe is going to find you. Warnings: SMUT (18+ only): unprotected piv A/N: So @marvelousmermaid​ said I should write something to celebrate Oscar confirming that Poe is a “make love” kinda guy, and then this happened. I wrote it as kind of a spiritual prequel to “when day is done,” but you can absolutely read this as a stand-alone piece.

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

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First thing on the agenda: Poe Dameron is going to wash his kriffing hair.

Well, honestly he’s looking forward to showering in general; a sonic gets the job done just fine, but Maker, does he miss the feeling of actual pressurized water running through his hair and over his body. What’s the point of being one of the commanders of the Resistance if not to indulge in his private shower in his private ‘fresher in his private room?

Second thing on the agenda: Poe is going to find you.

Because it might be a close race between you and his private shower in his private ‘fresher in his private room, but he thinks he’s missed you more.

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Stoooooop this I love it. His office sounds so cozy too, good way to ease the nerves

dentist!ezra AU

all right. okay, so this is nonsense, but i’ve been getting a lot of work done on my teeth lately and i’ve been distracting myself with very self-indulgent things. so like, you know. enjoy, if you’re interested. maybe i will add more, idk, it wasn’t enough to be a Real Fic but i needed to get it out.

It’s been years since you properly went to the dentist because you haven’t had the time OR the dental insurance until recently

You’re scared, but you decide to just get it over with when an ache in your jaw refuses to clear up on its own

A quick Google search gives you Little Bird Dentistry and you go with it—it’s close to your place, has good reviews, and its website confirms it takes your insurance

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It's been days and my mind is still stuck on this fic GOD it's so good

i want you to stay [dieter bravo x plus size f!reader]

summary: Dieter Bravo wants you to peg him, and he’s about to fall face first into some feelings.

rating: E [SMUT, anal play, pegging, oral sex, slight allusions to Covid, some weight/self-esteem issues on both their ends, some kind of emotional stuff but idk Dieter that well, we’re just having fun]

pairing: Dieter Bravo x plus size!f!reader

word count: ~4k

note: Happy Bubble eve! Idk what I’ve done here, and I think I hate it, but Dieter is a baby who needed to be pegged by a curvy hottie, so—bon appetit! As always, love my @starlightmornings​ for the beta.

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Three weeks. 

Three weeks he’s been here, and he hasn’t fucked anyone since his arrival. He hasn’t even gotten a blowjob, which is a fucking crime, as far as he’s concerned. Dieter Bravo is an Oscar winner, for Christ’s sake. If an Oscar winner can’t get mediocre head from one of his co-stars, something is definitely wrong. 

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A Rose in the Wind Ch. 1 -- The Bounty Hunter

DIN DJARIN X FEM READER Adventure Romance

summary: Bounty hunter Din Djarin rescues you from a group of bandits. An heiress from the City of Naboo and engaged to be married to a newly appointed Moff in Coruscant, you are unsure how to accommodate to the coarseness of the wild countryside and the mysterious man who saves you.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: Canon-Typical violence, gunslinging, some mild blood/gore, tobacco use. Rated T for now, later chapters will be more Mature.

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A tall man appears out of the thickets, spinning a pistol. He wears a cowboy hat, slung low over his brow, and his face is covered by a wild rag. Only his eyes are visible, black and angry in the low light. Over his shoulder is the shadow of a long-range rifle, strapped to some bandolier that crosses his chest. He’s a stranger. Decidedly, not one of the men who had kidnapped you from the stagecoach and he’s taking long strides towards you and suddenly hauls you to your feet.

He’s gruff, doesn’t speak. You demand he tell you who he is, and that if he makes any trouble, it shall only land him in prison. He’s not interested, not even listening, but rather manhandles you back into the close circle by the campfire your captors had set up.

“Who are you? Are you one of them?” you demand from, thinking you’ve been saved by one set of captors only to be wrangled by another.

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an apology.

Fandom: The Last of Us Pairing: Joel Miller/F!Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 681 words Summary: Since you and Joel became separated from everyone else and opted to barricade yourselves on the second floor of an old house for the night, you’ve been too focused on taking inventory of your weapons and gear to think about much else. Warnings: Light angst/relationship tension, but nothing serious

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

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“Go on, get it over with.”

You look across the room at Joel, barely able to make out his expression in the near darkness now that the sun has sunk below the horizon. But you can see enough—the fatigue, the guilt, and the scratch from cheekbone to jaw from his stumble while the two of you were running.

This day has been a blur, what with your early start leaving Jackson, the long ride for your supply run, and everything that has unfolded since a member of your crew accidentally made enough sound to draw the attention of a hoard of infected in the area.

And for the past hour, since you and Joel became separated from everyone else and opted to barricade yourselves on the second floor of an old house for the night, you’ve been too focused on taking inventory of your weapons and gear to think about much else.

So you might sound evasive as you ask, “Get what over with?” But given everything you’ve just been through, it’s truly difficult to tell.

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Important question: no matter how embarrassing the answer is, tag or comment with the first song you can remember really liking as a little kid. The one you tried to listen to as much as possible and thought was really profound. Bonus points if you say how old you were.

i’ll start. the song “i talk to the wind” by king crimson was my favourite song when i was 7 years old … I thought it was so Moving. and it still slaps

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I can't with this fic I love it SO MUCH and little bb8 lmaaaao baby wanted ATTENTION

can I request 48 for Poe? I'm not sure if the Oscar Isaac week is still on😅

In Another Life

A/N: Hi anon! Thank you for your request! The prompt and the title sound angsty but I swear to you this is nothing but fluff because I keep writing angsty stuff and I needed a soft Poe moment for once.

#48. Using your body to shield them from attack.

Oscar Isaac character week ✨

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 982

Warnings: BB-8 goes rogue.

There was an unspoken deal among the Resistance in which everybody knew that the little hill of grass behind the base was yours. Poe’s and yours. Your spot to unwind after battles, to rest after training sessions, to be with each other when you needed peace.

That place had been your spot through the whole afternoon. Poe was resting - finally, and on Leia’s orders -, sitting by your side as he read something on his pad. The only noise came from BB-8’s rolling sounds against the grass and the distant murmurs of the landing bay; but there was no need to talk, your silent company was more than enough for him, not needing more on his day off than to know you were close without anyone interrupting.

BB-8 came and went in front of you, falling into the little game you always got into whenever there was time for it. The little droid had been thrilled the day you discovered the game; you pushed his body down the steep, letting him roll down to the bottom, and he would roll back up only to repeat it again, over and over again. The happiest beeps were heard every time he saw you walking up to them.

“You know, if it tires you-” Poe spoke from beside you without looking up from the report he was reading.

“Are you kidding me? It's actually quite relaxing.” The smile in your lips as you answered gave it away.

“Pushing the droid down a hill is relaxing?” His eyebrow quirked up as his eyes did to find yours, a smirk playing on his lips once he found them. Poe’s little heart could only take too much, doing flips and turns every time you played with BB-8 with a big smile on your face.

“There’s something about the push that just…” your voice trailed off once BB-8 arrived back between your legs to be pushed again “...it eases off tension.”

A little chuckle reached your ears, a quick, stubbled-filled kiss was pressed against your cheek. “He’s very fond of you.” His hand parked on your thigh, squeezing it before letting his fingers draw patterns on it absentmindedly.

Turning to look at Poe you find him back at his reading, the same smile from before still displayed on his face. You can’t help but linger on him for an extra couple of seconds, the shadows casted from the sun against the trees made his tanned skin glow, yesterday’s stubble was slowly turning into a beard, and even though he was reading something important you could see how his eyes were relaxed without the usual creases running along his forehead.

That’s how it would have been: Poe and you, with BB-8 rolling on the grass of a Yavin IV garden without a war base breathing behind your necks. You were allowed to dream; maybe in a different universe, but always Poe and you.

BB-8 reaches the top again interrupting your thoughts as he nudges your feet, making Poe chuckle. “Sorry Beebs.” You push him again, maybe a little harder this time. “What are you laughing at?”

“I told you BB is fond of you, now he demands your attention.”

“Well, I’m fond of BB’s owner.” Grabbing his pad you toss it softly to the side “And I demand his attention.”

Poe doesn’t even protest, his arms enveloping you in an instant and letting you cuddle against his side. The warmth of his touch crawled all the way up from your thighs, along your arms, until his hand reached the back of your head, tilting it to the side to kiss you deeply. Your back hits the grass with a soft thud, letting his hand explore your waist as his mouth tastes you. You can’t get enough of him, your fingers find the way up to the back of his head to tangle around his curls and all you feel is warm: his chest, his lips, his eyes exploring your face, the sun; it might all be the same thing as far as you are concerned.

“Let’s stay here forever.” He speaks, nose nudging against yours as he is not ready to stop touching you. That steep of grass had everything you and Poe could ever need, you have no doubts of that. “No one’s ever here, we could probably last a whole week right here and no one would even see us.”

“I don’t believe you one bit, Poe.” Your lips reach up to his in a quick peck. “You wouldn’t last more than one day without running back to work again.”

He laughs against your lips before he lifts up to look at you again. “I’m serious this time, I just want- HEY BUD WHAT THE HELL!”

Poe suddenly launches over your body, landing on top of you as he pushes BB-8 away. Peeking over Poe’s shoulder you see BB-8 spinning around, sliding down the hill with something that looks like a taser poking out of his body. Your game had completely slipped out of your mind the second Poe’s arms had wrapped around you, and the angry droid was doing whatever it took to get your attention back.

“Was he about to electrocute me?” Your voice is shocked, but you are still amused.

“Yes, but don’t worry,” Poe dipped back down to kiss you, “I saved you.”

“Oh, my hero, thank you.” You said dramatically wrapping your hands around the base of his head. “What a terrible attack you saved me from.”

“That defected droid won’t attack us ever again, m’lady.” BB’s angry beeps sounded far, the droid completely giving up on continuing the game had decided to roll away from the scene. “Sorry bud!” Poe shouted. “I’m kind of busy now.” You were not sure if BB-8 heard the last part, since Poe's lips were already against yours once more, finding their spot for the rest of the evening.

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STUNNING. Im a puddle on the floor for real

Of Constellations & Creeds

Chapter 24: Bruises and Broken Things

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!reader (Alpha/Omega/soulmates AU) Wordcount: 4.2k Warnings/Promises: (18+ only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) smut, talk of bruises and injuries, ABO elements, possessive Din, dirty talk Summary: Din helps patch up your wounds, and you both talk about what he said to Toro. A/N: it’s britney, bitch.

S E R I E S - M A S T E R L I S T

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Blue oh toxic boy but he's pretty so it's ok

twisted.

Fandom: Sucker Punch (2011) Pairing: Blue Jones/F!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 1.5k Summary: You know enough, by now, to understand the warning signs when Blue is unhappy with a client. But you’ve suspected all evening that things might actually get heated this time. Warnings: Non-graphic violence, gun kink, non-graphic smut (unprotected piv) A/N: *wanders in after a month with no reader fics* Hey nerds here’s this I guess. This fic is kind of a spiritual sequel to “Little White Dove,” but there’s no need to read that one first.

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

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You know enough, by now, to understand the warning signs when Blue is unhappy with a client. He’ll talk less, his smiles will get thinner, and somewhere along the way, he switches up their drink order—asking you to substitute their high-quality liquor with the bottom shelf shit. Usually, the next step is booting them… sometimes temporarily, sometimes forever.

But you’ve suspected all evening that things might actually get heated this time, because Blue’s not getting pissed off out of nowhere tonight.

It was two nights ago that he’d caught the discrepancy in the books and realized that one of the club’s investors was probably trying to screw the place out of money.

(Trying to screw Blue out of money. Arguably worse.)

Their business relationship is nearly a decade old, which is the only reason Blue started out easy. There’s been something tragic – but also bewitching – about watching him lose his patience over the course of the meeting.

And then, all the way from the bar, you see him trace his finger over the rim of his glass: the cue to his goons a few tables over, letting them know that he’ll be in need of their services.

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It's so sweet oh LOML TIN CAN MAN

Solus

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader Word Count: 868 Warnings: None, fluff Notes: I got the idea for this fic right as I was about to go to bed last night, and it wouldn’t leave me alone today

You weren’t expecting the panic that fills your body and floods your brain at the sight of Din beginning to tug his helmet off.

He’d given you his name. He’d given you bare hands and the feeling of the shape of his face and his body under the blanket of darkness. You’d never asked for any of it, and he gave it to you anyway. You never questioned his choices, because they were his.

But this was too much.

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I am CRYING now and forever

Second Chances

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x GN!Reader

Rating: Teen+

WC: 3365 (the most I've ever written omg)

Warnings: Frankies POV, mental health talk, exes, grief, slight pregnancy mention, divorce mention, dead parent(s), yearning - Like ao3, "creator chooses not to archive warnings."

A/N: *at the end* - This is fluffy though, I promise!

His first time at the VA and of course he gets lost.

The VA is low on the places Frankie wanted to be but he's looking for something good. Something with a goal.

Maybe finishing something could be a positive new start for him.

The last time he finished anything successfully was a mission but the missions were to kill or be killed.

And he doesn’t want to kill anymore. He’s tired.

That’s why he’s here now, trying to find where the rehabilitation and mental health services are.

When he came home from Colombia with the guys and Tom’s body, his wife left. He asked about the baby but she said that was just a lie.

He broke.

There was never a baby.

Marisol confessed to lying about a pregnancy in hopes of getting him to stay with her and not go with the rest of the guys on Santi’s ego mission but he was still the idiot that went anyway.

She hoped a baby would save their already rocky marriage but not even a pretend baby could keep him around.

The reality that he wouldn’t actually be a dad hurt the worst.The marriage was pretty much finished anyway but he had hope of something new and it was all a lie.

That’s what tore his soul apart.

After a few months of sulking, Will offered him a pamphlet with some specific services along with numbers to call and an address to go to if calling wasn’t prefered. Frankie opted to go in person since he had nothing else to do currently and getting out of the house was much needed.

However, now that he’s lost, he wishes he did just call instead.

“Need some help?”

Frankie spins around to see who the disembodied voice belongs to.

“Oh uh, I-I sorry.” He mutters, now embarassed when he notices the voice belongs to someone very attractive.

“I couldn’t help but notice you wandering for a bit.” Your voice was delicate and kind. “I be happy to help if you need it.”

He was mesmerized in an instant, admiring how your eyes held a sincerity in them. A beauty that he swore he’d been familiar with before but apparently that was not the case. This felt brand new.

“Well this is embarrasing,” he admitted,”You can probably tell I’ve never been here before. I don’t know where to go.”

You smile and god it’s beautiful.

“I’m happy to help you then…um”

“Oh uh Frankie!”

“Frankie.” You say it like you don’t want to forget it. “Do you know where you want to go?”

Suddenly the butterflies that were forming disappeared and the embarrassment crept back in. Now he’d have to tell you, the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, that he needs rehab and mental help.

You must have picked up on his sudden change in body language because you quickly redact your question and introduce yourself instead. Played it off as forgetfulness. Which unbeknownst to him, was true in a sense.

“How about a tour instead?” You offer. “That way, I show you where everything is and when we pass what you were looking for, I don’t have to know and you can go back when you’re ready. I mean, if you aren’t in a rush or anything.”

A shyness overcame you and Frankie found that pretty cute.

“I have all the time.”

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Frankie walked with you for what seemed like hours.

He found out that you’re just a volunteer, ‘from a military family’ you mentioned. You had taken an interest in being a small help to other veterans since you used to come here a lot with your own father when you were a late teen.

During the tour, you pointed out different departments and occasionally stopped to talk about the statues and display cases. Asking him questions when he made comments about anything he knew or recognized. All to which you seemed genuinely interested in.

Marisol never showed any interest in his past.

“So you were a pilot?” You interrupt the thought.

“Uh yeah,” the two of you stood in front of an aircraft display, “and I still was…Until recently.”

He can tell you want to know more but you don’t bother the itch to ask, which only makes him want to tell you more.

“Helicopters.”

He’s staring at the display but he can feel you looking at him. By now it’s probably apparent what he’s here for but you still haven’t bothered to ask or even pressure him in the slightest.

“I was a helicopter pilot…”

“Frankie. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want-”

“I do want to.” He turns to you and meets your eyes.

There’s a look in your eyes that he’s never seen in a woman before.

Not even Marisol.

Fuck. He’s gotta stop comparing.

“Shit. I’m sorry. You don’t want to hear my sob story.” He starts to ramble but your hand gently touches his arm which makes him stop.

“Can I be honest here Frankie?”

He nods.

“I was looking for an excuse to talk to you,” your eyes shifted to your shoes, “Then I noticed you were lost so I took my chance. I’m sorry.”

That took him by surprise.

“Wait. Why are you sorry?”

“Because…um… because as soon as we passed rehab and mental health services. I knew why you were here.”

Shit.

There was an awkward silence as the two of you weren’t sure where to look but you not running off seemed like a good sign.

“Can I be honest now?” It was his turn to ask.

“Please.”  Your eyes shot back up to look at him.

“You nailed it on what I was looking for but when you offered to help I was sort of taken back with how uh cute you are.”

That made you smile again.

“And I know it’s a long shot, and by no means am I going to avoid the help I need, but would you like to grab a coffee or tea later this week? A-as a new friend of course.”

Frankie watches your eyes go wide and he feels like maybe what he said was a mistake.

“A friend date. I like that!”

Frankie shifts in his boots. “I know rehab will be against any dating but a friend would be nice.”

“Dating!?” You joke but he doesn’t catch it.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I thought-”

“I’m joking Frankie.” You calm him before laughing into the empty hallway. “There’s clearly a mutual attraction here but you are right about the program.” you pause. “And I know we just met today but it says a lot that you take that very seriously despite,” you gesture between the two of you,”whatever this could be.”

He nods, since that’s all he can manage to do.

He likes listening to you.

“I guess now that’s all out in the open… I’m free Friday?”

“Friday is perfect.” He says confidently.

It was the first time he’s felt confident in a really long time.

-

Friday came quicker than expected and Frankie still couldn’t believe his absolute luck meeting you. You’d been so genuine and open, he didn’t even feel embarrassed about walking to the rehab office after you two set a date and time to meet up again.

The circumstances you met under were maybe not the best but even you had admitted to feeling the same pull toward him that he felt to you.

Now here he was, in a local cafe anxiously waiting for you to walk through the doors.

Ding, ding. The sound of the cafe door opening made his head tilt up to see if it was you.

It was.

There you were, the sun shining behind you with a ring that haloed you like an angel. When you noticed him, you nearly skipped to his table.

“Frankie! Hey!”

“My favorite tour guide!” It just slipped out and you both seemed equally impressed and taken by it.

“I'm your favorite?” You asked through a smirk while you set your things down.

“You are, yes.”

Even Frankie couldn't believe what he was saying. He had never been this bold with Marisol and here he was very openly flirting with you even though the two of you had made an agreement that this would not go past a friendship. At least not anytime soon.

“This is going to be a hard year of just friendship isn’t it?”

His eyebrows raised.

“Don’t play coy Frankie,” you giggled, “you dig me. I dig you. We’re adults.”

Frankie leaned back in his chair to laugh. “Okay fine. This will be a challenge but I’m determined to follow the rules of a year soooo how about we split a tab?”

A sarcastic gasp leaves your lips and the two of you share more laughter.

This is the happiest he’s been in a while and for it to be with someone so new… he really didn’t want to jeopardize it. No matter how much he may want to know you beyond that.

“So tell me pilot. What’s good here?”

Oh man

This really was going to be a challenge.

-

The friend date went well. So well that the two of you made a habit of getting to know each other on more ‘friend dates’. Coffee and tea turned into walks in the parks. Walks in the park turned into museum days.

The first month was the hardest. Frankie got to know you more and when you told him about your late father, he understood why you cared so much to take on the volunteer gig.

‘He couldn’t do it anymore. No one ever encouraged him to get help.’

He remembers what you said. It broke his heart and he so desperately wanted to do more than just hug you that day.

Just like it broke your heart when he told you about his ex wife and the fake pregnancy. You held him like no partner or friend ever had when he started to cry. Neither of you cared that you were in public. In that moment, it was just you two.

That was only six months in but he knew he felt something more than just a mere fondness toward you. He knew it since the day he met you.

On month eight, the guys were beginning to think you were made up and crashed one of your park dates.

‘Holy shit! Cat’s tour guide is REAL!’

Benny had yelled so loud that anyone in earshot turned their heads toward you all. You took it in stride though and nothing about your demeanor said embarrassed.

There was a brief moment of self doubt in Frankie's mind when you took to Will rather quickly but he later found out on a game night that it was your shared older sibling mentalities that bonded you two in a genuine platonic way.

Next week will be a year and he isn’t exactly sure how to go about it. Frankie went through his program without a romantic or sexual relationship and you stayed his friend and cheerleader.

Part of him did feel like he sort of cheated by being your friend since the feelings he had for you went beyond friendly. However on a technical scale, the boundary never got crossed and even that was okayed by his sponsor and therapist.

Would he finally get to kiss you? Or would your feelings have changed?

Nothing about your attitude significantly changed but he still couldn’t read your mind.

What if along the way, you enjoyed what you two had become and decided not to explore previous feelings…The last time you had openly expressed interest was on the first ‘friend date’ but never again after a deal was made mutual.

The unknown terrified him.

-

“Isn’t today the big day?”

Will was over at Frankie’s. He said he needed to pick up his tool bag but the reality of it was he knew Frankie needed moral support just in case you didn’t reciprocate romantic feelings and the tool bag excuse was good enough.

“Yeah, I just haven't-”

Knock, knock. The sound surprised both men and Frankie froze while Will continued to sip at his coffee.

“So are you going to get that?” Will smirked over his mug.

Frankie wasn’t exactly sure what he expected when he opened the door but when he did you were quite the sight.

“Happy Friendiversary!” In your hands were balloons and a small wrapped box. “Oh, hey Will!”

To this he turned to see Will grinning like an idiot at the end of the entryway. It didn’t even occur to him that he hadn’t said hello until you tapped his foot with one of your own.

“Earth to Frankie. Gonna let me in?”

“Right! Sorry. The giant number one balloon kind of surprised me.”

“Duh, that’s kind of the point of a surprise, now here take this” you said, handing over the box and walking into his house looking for a place to set down the balloons.

You were pretty well acquainted with the space even though you had only visited a handful of times throughout the year. Figured it was less of a temptation if you two only met up in the house with other people or out in public if the two of you were alone.

“I didn’t know we were doing gifts. I would have gotten you something.”

Tilting your head. “No need. We didn’t plan anything special and I kind of thought this up last night anyway. All very last minute.”

Frankie had almost forgotten that Will was still there but when he cleared his throat and set his mug down, he was prepared to announce his departure.

“I’m gonna be heading out then. You guys enjoy your day!”

He didn’t even give Frankie a chance to walk him out, he just grabbed his tool bag and practically bolted out the door. Finally leaving the two of you alone in his house.

Alone.

“So did you plan a speech like I tried to or or am I just a little nuts?” You blurt out.

Frankie couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I tried but nothing felt right.” His eyes fell to the gift that he was still holding.

“I think this will be easier if you just open that by the way.”

You’ve planted yourself in a dining chair, looking up at him. Seemingly just as nervous or anxious as he was.

Frankie didn’t want to ruin your pretty wrapping but you rolled your eyes when you caught him trying to be delicate so he opted for the tear method. Under the wrapping was a gift box and in the gift box, under tissue paper was a gently used journal.

He heard you take a deep sigh.

“I’ve had that journal forever but I didn’t start writing in it until the day we met. The last entry is today's date.” You paused. “Every day, this past year I wrote about our days or what we talked about… and how I felt.”

Frankie is ridden speechless but still waits for your nod to open the journal. On the first page he sees the date, some doodles and then what you said about that first day…

Dear Diary…

Journal?

Dear journal,

I met this guy at the VA today! His name is Frankie Morales and he is just about the cutest person I have ever met. I noticed him walking around for a while and since I have absolutely no self control when it comes to attractive men, I offered my help and he said YES!

He told me that he’s a veteran (Dad would be proud.) and that he was a former pilot… Man, he looked so sad when he told me that he wasn’t a pilot anymore but I sensed he hadn’t really talked to anyone about it so I listened. BUT NOT TILL AFTER MY DUMBASS MADE A MOVE. Did I mention why he was even there? I didn’t. Okay he was lost trying to look for mental health and rehab services and so naturally my thirsty self offered to give him a tour of the building. Not my best look but I guess it sort of worked…… We have a scheduled meet up for coffee on Friday!

God, I really hope I don’t mess this up. He seemed so nice and genuine but I know he still needs help, so maybe a friendship could be encouraging. Maybe I could be the friend to Frankie that dad never had… jeez way to be a downer. Ugh how do I sign off on this?

Until next time journal

Frankie was processing your words and what a privilege it was that you were basically letting him in your head. He hadn’t even noticed that he was going to cry until a wet drop hit the paper.

“You don’t have to read it all right now but maybe take a look at the last page?”

So he did.

The date and time read today and this morning.

Holy shit journal!

It’s been a whole year. The longest year of my life. I’m so nervous to do this but I also have never felt more ready. Here goes…

Francisco Morales. I’m giving you this journal on our one year anniversary of knowing each other because I want you to know how much of an impact you have made in my life. I want you to know about the ways you made me feel seen when I never said it out loud . I want you to know about the exact day I… fell in love with you. Yes. you read that correctly. I know you’re going to look back at me with those gorgeous brown eyes when you read it.

I’m in love with you Frankie.

You’ve given me goosebumps since the day we met and I was so scared I'd screw you up along the way… Which btw, I’m sorry if at any point I made it seem like I’d friendzone you but that was me overthinking. Sorry!

Back to my confession… I guess all that’s left to say is… I hope the feeling is mutual. I have a good feeling, it still is.

I’m so proud of you Frankie and I can’t wait to say these words to you out loud finally.

“I knew you were going to look at me when you got to that part.”

Frankie didn’t want to waste any more time. He was in love with you too and he not only needed you to know it, he needed you to feel it. There was an energy forming in him and all the pent up love he had been suppressing was finally coming to light.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?”

“I need to kiss you.”

“Of course you can, but Frank-”

His lips are on your in an instant, cutting you off completely. Frankie holds your face in his palms so delicately, he can feel you relax into his touch. Your lips mold perfectly to his. The kiss is quick but it’s enough.

You are enough.

He pulls away slightly to put his forehead to yours and his lips ghost over yours, breathing you in. No part of him wants to stop but he needs to finally say it too.

“I love you so much. God I love you so fucking much.”

Neither of you cares to open your eyes. It’s been a year leading to this moment you both clearly hoped for and here it was finally happening.

Frankie leans in to taste you again but you speak.

“I love you too.”

Finally.

When he opens his eyes he meets yours and in an instant he knows this is it.

A year ago Frankie never imagined he’d meet his best friend and a year ago he never believed that his best friend would become the love of his life. A year of being clean. A year of friendship and year getting a second chance.

You were his second chance and now he had you in his arms with no plans of letting go any time soon.

Frankie was no longer lost. He found you.

--

A/N: I have personally spent lots of time in the VA and I've known people close to me that have followed the same protocol Frankie goes through in this. - If you know of a Vet that needs help. I hope you encourage them to get some or can act as a solid support system. Veterans are not fragile.

[emmikmil]

One of my all time favorite Din series the WAY I JUST SCREAMED

Of Constellations & Creeds

Chapter 24: ….SNEAK PEEK. 

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!reader (Alpha/Omega/soulmates AU)  Warnings/Promises: (18+ only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) smut, talk of bruises and injuries, ABO elements, possessive Din, dirty talk

S E R I E S -  M A S T E R L I S T 

“You should see the other guy.” You offered pathetically with a disenchanted laugh, but he gave you nothing.

You reached out through your bond. You let your Omega trickle down the connection between the two of you and waited for his aura to ping on the radar of your essence, but she came up short. He was shielding from you, just like he did back at the hangar when he killed Toro. You hated it. Whatever he was feeling, whatever he didn’t want you to sense, couldn’t be nearly as bad as being cut off from him in a time where you felt so raw. 

Don’t shut me out. Not now. 

Was he mad at you? Or even worse, was he disappointed? He stood there in his usual silence and you felt like twisting your feet and looking at the ground, like a child in trouble whose stoic parent was waiting for an explanation to their actions. You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, this would be easier if he wasn’t staring you down with that maker-forsaken helmet. 

“I know what you’re thinking and I’m sorry, okay?” You started defensively without pretense. 

Silence.

“I didn’t listen.”

Silence.

“Or….or I was too stubborn,” your voice started to tremble.

More silence.

You closed your eyes tightly and continued. “You trusted me to handle myself and I failed. I let Toro get the drop on me and it endangered the kid and I–”

A quiet hiss came from in front of you and you cracked one eye open as he thumbed the release valve on his helmet and pulled it slowly off of his head and set it heavily on the sink. 

That was your undoing. 

“Please, just be mad at me,” you finally whispered and he raised a dark brow at you.

“No.”

“Why?“ 

"Concerned? Yeah. Terrified? Completely.” He stepped towards you and put his knuckle under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “But not mad.” You started to speak but he continued. “When I came back and saw blood on the sand, your blood, and Fennec dead and the two of you missing–”

“Din–”

He let his forehead drop against yours as he cupped your face with both of his large hands. “I thought I lost you." 

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I wasn’t kidding… Full Chapter Coming SUNDAY 1/30/22