#Plus the idea of a Dog family trying to show affection to Finn in way that is nice and loving but not as physically pleasing hit me

[redrobin-detective]

the first language

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth. ~ Margaret Atwood

"Simon! Simon!" Finn shouted excitedly as he and Jake burst into Simon's house. Well it had technically been Marcy's first but though it's only been a few months since Simon became human again, it felt like it had always been their place. "Wait until you hear about this crazy wild monster we foug-"

"Stop," Simon commanded, peeking around from around the kitchen wall to give them a light glare, his lips pressed together in a line. He and Jake froze midstep. Finn was a bold teenage adventurer who took orders from no monster, king or extraterrestrial entity. Until Simon, only PB could boss them around and even that wasn't a sure thing. The older human flicked his eyes over them with an unimpressed stare that made Finn want to shrink into himself. Even without powers or magic, Simon was way more intimidating than Ice King. 

"You boys are filthy and I just cleaned up the place." Simon sighed and rubbed at his eyes underneath his glasses. "There's a hose outside, wash off the worst of the dirt and other various stains. I'll leave towels on the porch and for god's sake take off your shoes before you come in."

"Yeah okay, sorry Simon," Finn said, trudging outside and turning on the hose to spray down his arms and legs. Now that he looked, they were pretty gnarly covered in mud and monster guts.

"Simon's kinda like a mom, dontcha think?" Jake added as Finn sprayed him down with the hose. He laughed as Jake guzzled some of the water and spat it back at him. 

"I mean I guess," Finn shrugged, pointing the hose up so they both were getting rained on. "It's kinda nice you know, to be fussed over. It's different."

"I fuss over you," Jake frowned.

"I know man and I appreciate it," Finn said, showing his appreciation by spraying Jake in the face. "I can't explain it but it's different with Simon, kind of like how you and Lady have your own thing going on that's special but separate from what you and I have."

"Yeah okay," Jake responded. "Is that why you insist on stopping by to see him anytime we're in the area?" Finn didn't answer, instead impressing Jake but wiggling the hose to make it look like a snake. They continued to laugh and splash each other with the water until Simon stepped outside and hung some towels on the porch.

"When you're done playing, I have hot chocolate waiting for you. Then you can tell me all about your latest adventure," Simon smiled before stepping back inside. Finn whooped and rushed over to turn off the hose. Hopefully Marcy wouldn't be back before all the water on her porch and front lawn dried. 

They toweled off and Finn did remember to take off his shoes before entering the house. The place looked different from when it was just Marcy living there. The small loveseat had been exchanged for a bigger couch along with some mismatched armchairs. A keyboard was propped in the corner next to Marcy's bass. The house was cleaner, more organized with Simon around. It really felt like a home.

Simon was at the stove, stirring something in a pot as they took their seats at the kitchen table. Their assigned mugs were set out for them and snacks were on a large plate in the middle. He and Jake dug in. Simon came up behind them and poured the hot chocolate into their mugs from the pot and sat down, pouring his own cup.

"Finn, your hat still has blood on it," Simon noted, taking a sip. "How do you usually clean it?" 

"Oh uh you know, I usually just rinse it off and if it gets too grody or it comes to life, I go skin another bear," Finn said awkwardly. Simon nodded as if he expected such an answer and excused himself to go get something.

"Ohhhh Finn's in trouble with Mommmm," Jake sang under his breath and Finn kicked him under the table. Simon returned with a box of something before it could escalate into a full out foot war.

"Animal skin usually requires special care, it's doubtful those products exist anymore so we can also use shampoo to get some of those stains out. May I?" Simon asked, holding his hand out.

"Oh yeah, thanks, Simon," Finn said pulling off his hat which caused his long hair to flop against his shirt with a wet plop. Jake snickered, it was probably getting time to cut it again. Like his hat, it was getting dirty and tangled, easier to just shave it all off. Simon turned on the sink and began gently washing the hat. 

"I've talked a bit to your mother and some of the other Islanders and the history of humanity and the animals hats post-apocalypse really is interesting," Simon lectured. "The hats originally were intended to keep people warm in the elements but evolved to protect humans from vampiric attack, covering their vulnerable neck area. Even when vampires went extinct, humans continued to wear the skins as a form of cultural identity."

"Mom uh Jake and I's Mom said I was wearing a hat like that when they found me. It used to be the only clue I had about where I came from so I kept making similar hats in case someone was looking for me." Finn took a long sip from his cocoa to avoid the look Jake was giving him. He wasn't usually one for sentiment but hanging out with Simon usually made those deep inside feelings spill out.

"Okay, we'll just let that soak and- Finn," Simon said before turning around and sighing. "Finn, your hair is a mess. I keep telling you it's not healthy to jam your hair in that hat 24/7. Your scalp needs to breathe, especially with all the running around you do. Here," he grabbed the towel from earlier and wrapped it around Finn's shoulders. "Let me wash it for you and try to work out the worst of mess."

"Oh uh you don't have to it's fine, I'll take care of it when I'm home," Finn stumbled, embarrassed. Ice King had been a mess but Simon always looked so put together. It made Finn a bit self conscious but then again, until recently, he didn't have any other humans to compare himself to. Simon gently guided Finn back to the chair, tilting his head back. 

"I want to," Simon smiled from his upside gaze. "I used to do this all the time for Marcy. Besides, we humans have to take care of each other after all." Simon poured some shampoo in his hands and went to work on Finn's hair. The feel of fingers scrubbing at his roots, running through the length of his hair and massaging those sensitive, untouched areas of his head made him go boneless. Finn groaned, worried that his bones had become soup and he'd slide right out of the chair and into a puddle on the floor. He can't remember ever feeling so relaxed in his life.

"Oh my glob Finn, are you alright? What did you do to him?" Jake demanded but Finn barely noticed. He felt like he was in the 47th Dead World or something where everything was good and nothing hurt.  

"Head massages are relaxing to humans," Simon paused in his scrubbing and Finn moaned in disappointment. "Has he never had one of these before?"

"Mom and Dad used to pet us and I do it to Finn sometimes when he's upset," Jake defended.

"He's not a dog," Simon said, some unnameable emotion in his voice. "I'm sorry, I suppose I'm taking for granted what it was like to live in a society designed by and for humans. Finn, I'm going to rinse out your hair and start working on these knots. You really should work on maintaining your hair if you're going to keep it long. It's such a lovely color and texture."

"Hmm don't really know what to do with it, no one really had hair like mine," Finn mumbled as Simon rinsed the shampoo out.

"I suppose so and Marcy's is much thicker and textured requiring different styling," Simon mused out loud as he massaged some thick goop and gently, so gently, began working out the knots. Finn could die here happily. Jake hummed and stretched himself so he could see what Simon was doing.

"What's that stuff?"

"Conditioner or my best homemade equivalent with honey, olive oil and milk. It softens and moisturizes the hair and scalp. It will help prevent the hair from tangling so easily and overall keep it healthier, especially if he's going to continue to wear his signature hat," Simon explained. They chatted easily about human grooming methods while Finn's eyelids fluttered in relaxation, drifting in and out of the conversation as the comb made long, easy swipes through his hair before rinsing it out again. He loved his Mom and Dad, knew they did his best with him but he knows he missed out on something being raised by dogs. If he could recapture even a little bit of that missing piece with Simon...

"Finn? You still with us? Ground Control to Major Tom?" Simon teased, gently tapping at Finn's forehead. Finn blinked up at him. "What do you want me to do with it? I can braid it, put it in a ponytail, leave it flat." Finn wasn't ready to stop being touched.

"Braid please," he said quietly, sighing in contentment as Simon began combing and separating the strands.

"I'll write some notes on how to best care for it. Maybe next time you talk to your mother, you can get some ideas on what they've have been doing since I was last around." He paused in his braiding. "There's so much to being human, Finn, both past and present. Maybe it's selfish of me but I want you to proud of who you are. You may not be the last human anymore but that just means you're not alone. And we're done, not bad considering it's been about a millennia since I did my last braid."

With great reluctance, Finn raised himself up from the back of the chair. His braided hair was still wet but it felt cleaner and lighter than it had in a long time. Moreover, tension Finn didn't even realize had been in his neck, head and shoulders was gone. Jake suddenly popped into his vision.

"Bro, you look so pretty also like you just had the best rest of your life," he smiled awkwardly. "So is this like human equivalent of getting scratched in that itchy spot behind your ears? I guess that didn't really do anything for you, huh?" Finn smiled and reached up to scratch Jake's ears, smiling wider when Jake's tongue lolled out in satisfaction when Finn got to the right spot. 

"So I'm still waiting to hear about this monster you two got so dirty defeating," Simon added, cleaning up his supplies. Finn and Jake regaled Simon with the story of the evil monster they'd fought which had been terrorizing the Goblin Kingdom. Finn had felt tired initially but was reinvigorated, animatedly reenacting the epic battle. They finished their cocoa as Simon discussed his own research into the history of Ooo. They decided to head out soon after as BMO was probably getting lonely back at the house. Simon handed Finn his now cleaned hat and a container of the hair products he'd used.

"The animal skin needs to dry fully before you put it back on but it should be good by tomorrow. You should wash your hair when it's dirty or at minimum every few days. Shampoo first, rinse then a small amount of conditioner before rinsing that out too. And do try to keep your head uncovered every now and again," Simon said, before patting Finn's shoulder. "You can call or stop by anytime if you have questions about anything."

Finn had searched his whole life for answers, for comfort, for someone like him. His dad had been a massive wad and his mom was nice but disconnected. But the former sad wizard he used to beat up had shown him the best way to wash his hair. Life was funny like that. He couldn't wait to see what it was going to throw at him next.

"You're gonna regret saying that because I have about a bajillion questions."

"I'll do my best to answer them, after all, we've got all the time in the world." 

[tommyspeakycap]

Uncle Charlie and the Shelby sis?

omg i love this idea !!!!

I actually think that little Shelby would be quite close to Charlie so here’s a sweet blurb! (set in 1920 - so moving towards end of season 1. i also made up charlie’s war history as we don’t know much about it)

“Fucking, shitty, stupid bastard-”

“Oi!”

When you hear the sound of the voice cutting in likely to chastise you for your use of explicit choice language while you were practically beating the shit of the hay you were shovelling for the horses, you turn around to face him. He see’s that you look rather flustered, face a bit red as you blow a sigh past your lips and shove your hair back out of your face. “Sorry, uncle Charlie.”

“Mhm,” he nods his head, “And what’ve your brothers done this time eh?” You sigh again with some sort of disgruntled huff afterwards to display your clear irritation with the behaviour of who Charlie assumed would most likely be Tommy, Arthur at a push but very unlikely to be John. John annoyed you a lot, he knew, but never tended to make you genuinely angry. At least, never angry enough to switch off the sunshine and rainbows girl who sang and hummed while shovelling hay and horse shit.

“Tommy’s being a fucking idiot. Again.” You bite harshly.

“Oi!”

“Sorry, Charlie.”

He shakes his head at you with the very slightest of smiles. “And how’s that? What’s he done?” Your uncle grabs the spair shovel from where it was leaning against the barn door so as to join you in your cleaning of the stables. Charlie can sense the anger that had built in you from Tommy’s seemingly incessant enforcement of all sorts of new and more restrictive rules for the members of the family - especially you and slightly Ada - since he had started to try expand the business into the race tracks. He doubts this time will be any different from the last three times you’ve complained about him in the last week.

“Finn’s 11 and he gets to go with them to the races sometimes, but i’m nearly 17 and i can’t even step out the house without an escort when the boys aren’t in Small Heath. It’s so unfair!” You rant almost desperately. The frustration is clearly heard in your words, and Charlie was no fool to picking up on your feelings by the way you spoke and acted. Charlie very, very much understands your brothers desires to keep you safe; you’re his favourite if he’s totally honest. So he’s incredibly protective himself, he felt quite a sense of fatherly responsibility for you.

Charlie had gone to fight in France for around a year and a half. That definitely did a number on him, but he was transferred home after being shot. It was then that he was appointed a post on the home front as a farmer and some kind of war horse breeder and trainer because he was so good with animals. As a result, it had become his job to look after you during the years of the war that your brothers were away. Polly did your breakfasts and dinner and would make sure you were well looked after, but Charlie took you out to the farm during the day where he would make packed lunches. You would get to pick vegetables, train the sheep dogs, collect wool and the likes of that sort of work. He knew that since you were 12, had you stayed hanging around the factories in Small Heath, you might’ve ended up having to work in one, so brought you to work with him instead. It had brought you extremely close to your uncle.

It’s why now, it was his scrap yard you went to when Tommy and the rest of the family were getting to you. He would often find you there, felt like a sixth sense of some sort that he would just get a feeling you were there - if he hadn’t heard you shouting or singing. Most commonly your troubles were caused by or at least had some distant correlation to Tommy and something he had done. The head of the family does of course think through his decisions and what they’re impact will be, but the one mistake Thomas tends to make when he thinks abouts these impacts is what appears to always affect you.

And that is, that he looks for direct danger. He overthinks and spends nights riddled with fear that his plan will bring harm to those he loves. He fears Billy Kimber will come to try and take from Tommy what he holds most dear in retaliation if he doesn’t act exactly the right way. He fails to look at less direct impacts. He sees your protection escorts as keeping you from being harmed and sees keeping you in the house constantly as ensuring he knows that you’re safe, always. He doesn’t see you missing out on your youth or missing your friends or feeling threatening and anxious at the fact you’re always either in house arrest or practically with a fucking protection detail. He never thinks like that and Charlie knows that is what gets to you so much, because you just see that as he being malicious and not thinking about what’s best for you at all.

“Sometimes i just wish we were normal y’know?” The change in tone of your voice from red hot anger to a timid quite mumble tells Charlie that you’re hurting more than you may ever let on in words. “Just miss my life.” You lament lowly, dropping the shovel and instead opting to drop yourself down on a nearby haybale.

Charlie signs not in annoyance or anger, but in a kind of sympathetic way as he leans himself on his shovel and turns to face your direction. “I know you do, love. Think we all do these days. Missing your brother eh?” Charlie tries to ask you as softly as he can despite having a generally grumpy, grumbling voice. The question marks another change in your demeanour as he immediately notes that your shoulders slump and you begin clenching your jaw to try not to get all upset.

You just nod in response.

“Mhm,” Charlie hums, moving to sit on the hay bale next to you, “Though so.” He pulls you into his side and feels you shaking a little with a few small sniffles to tell him your were crying. It breaks his heart and he know it would shatter Tommy’s if he knew. He had known for weeks that part of your rage and irritation was a smoke screen for the painful fact that you just missed your brother. You missed being little and holding his hand, having him play games with you and look after you, spend time with you and have genuine, actual conversations that weren’t two minutes long, arguments or about business and rules. You were still young and the four years you’d spent without them, plus the trauma you’d gone through in your life, meant that you missed and relied upon them a lot more than most would. Your hurting heart just longed for your big brother to make all things right again, just like he used to.

Things were so much more complicated now than they were before, you knew that. But it didn’t stop the hurt, it only just made it more painful.

“Listen, hey, listen,” Charlie comforts, “It’s alright. I’ll have words with that brother of your eh?” He feels you nod your head. “Yes please.” You whisper, sniffling again.

A silence falls between you as it often does, a bubble created where you could feels your feelings and your uncle would do all that he could in his limited power to move whatever kind of mountains you needed moving so you could feel better again. It was damn near his very top priority that you were provided with a better childhood and better young adult-hood than what he was able to give the Tommy, Arthur and John.

But it just so happened that Charlie Strong made a promise to the woman he loved - your mother. The woman you were so very like. He felt it his duty to protect you like a daughter because that is what your mother would have wanted. He promised to look after you and in doing so he recognised what your brothers often didn’t. Your physical well-being wasn’t everything. Of the same importance he wanted, just as the rest of the family did, for you to be safe, happy and loved in an emotional sense. They did love you, all of them. So much it was painful and so much that it was enough to do you a lifetime; they just had such a bad way of showing it.

Charlie decided it was time now to give your older brothers a wake up call. It was time they learned how to love you in a way you understood. Killing for you and keeping you bubble wrap didn’t tell you they loved you, they had to show you in a true way. They had to tell you and hold you just like he had learned to do to show his care and love for you. He had to change to accommodate how you experienced love, so he did just that; he changed.

Charlie was determined and he held a level of authority with the boys he practically raised. So starting with Tommy, he was going to enforce that same change in order to make sure you knew just how fucking loved you were in that family.

And for Charlie Strong, all of the fighting, the pushing and the moving of seemingly unmovable mountains was worth in to no end when you mumbled, “I love you, uncle Charlie.” Against his shoulder while he hugged you tight.

“Yeah yeah, Shelby,” he sniggers, pressing a kiss on top of your head, “I love you too.”

[harry-puddle]

Two Months III

Pairing: Prince!Ben Solo x reader Warnings: cursing (probably spelling and grammar problems whoops) Summary: Ben Solo has two months to marry before being put in an arranged marriage. In a fit of rage he runs away and stumbles into The Cantina Diner where he meets a beautiful waitress.  A/N: Mysterious ex boyfriend is finally revealed!!!! (If you look close enough)

Prologue/Chapter I/Chapter II

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Can we go somewhere else please?”

“Yeah don’t worry. We can go to lunch some other time. Let’s get you somewhere comfortable.”

Eventually you and Finn ended up at Poe’s apartment. Opening the door you were greeted by Poe’s spaniel BB.

“Hey BB.” you said, bending down to pet the dog. BB barked and jumped up on you. The little guy loved affection. 

“What’s up guys? Thought ya’ll were going to lunch.”

“Yeah well that got screwed up cause somebody...” Finn looked at you before continuing. “unwanted was eating at the restaurant.”

Hux took his napkin and patted his mouth. Thankfully there was a restaurant with high enough ratings that it met his standards. Paying the check he got up and left.

Pulling out his phone he searched up the seediest bar. That’s probably where he’d find Ben. 

After having a nice long conversation with Poe and Finn, plus some much needed puppy time, you strolled back to your apartment.

Opening the door you threw your keys on the table. Ben’s check caught your eye.

“Oh fuck it.” you thought, grabbing the piece of paper.

Flopping on to the couch you typed the number into your phone and threw it on speaker. After a few dial tones he finally picked up.

“Hello?”

“Uh hey this is Y/N.”

“You’re actually calling me?”

“I mean you were persistent. Kind of like a nice rash that won’t go away until you pay attention to it.”

“Is that a weird way of saying you’ll go out with me?”

“I won’t go on a date with you, but I will let you buy me a beer.”

“Close enough. Text me your address. I’ll pick you up around 7. See ya then sweetness.”

Huffing and rolling your eyes you hung up. 

Did you actually just agree to a date with Ben?

No. No it wasn’t a date. He was just gonna buy you a beer. Nothing more. No way you’d let it escalate. Maybe if you let him do this he’d ignore you. 

You sighed, texted Ben your address and then immediately texted Rey.

Y/N: I need you to come over ASAP. Rey: Shit. Everything okay??? Y/N: Yeah yeah. I’ll explain everything when you get here.

“You agreed to a date with him???”

“It’s not a date, he’s just gonna buy me a drink, nothing more. I was thinking if I let him do this then maybe he’ll leave me alone.”

“If it’s not a date and you ‘don’t care’, then why did you need me to come over and help you pick out an outfit?”

“Because I haven’t been out with a man alone for a while okay?”

“You literally went out with Finn today.”

“I meant like a straight man.”

“No I think you meant going out as in going out.” 

“Ugh. Just help me figure out what to wear okay?”

“Just wear the black dress. It’s casual but you look hot in it.”

“Why do I have to look hot?”

“Because you clearly care about him in some capacity. I mean plenty of guys have asked you out since you-know-who broke up with you but you’ve never accepted any of them. Why this guy?”

You sighed and sat down on your bed next to Rey.

“I don’t know. He called me an enigma, something that needed to be solved. He swore he wasn’t viewing me as an object. I guess I found that interesting.” you said with a shrug.

“Well I overheard his conversation with Maz--”

“That’s who she was talking to???”

“Yes. But I overheard her asking for Ben’s last name. He said last names told the wrong information about people.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I have no idea. Maybe he belongs to a mafia family!”

“That’s about as crazy as saying he’s the lost prince.”

“...okay maybe you’re right there.”

Eyeing the clock above you bed you realize it’s 6:30.

“Hey he’s gonna be here soon so you should leave.”

“Okay. Be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

You roll your eyes and walk Rey to the door.

“Have fun Y/N. You deserve it.”

You spent the next thirty minutes doing your makeup and hair and trying not to freak out over the fact that you were going out for drinks with Ben.

Hearing a knock on your door you freeze. 

Taking a deep breath you walk over to the door and open it to reveal Ben. He’s in his standard black jeans and boots, but this time he’s wearing a black button down, the arms cuffed to his elbows. His leather jacket is shucked over his shoulder. 

“Hi.” you squeak, slightly intimidated by how nicely he cleans up.

Ben is speechless. Sure you were just wearing a plain black dress with a denim jacket and some flats, but you looked gorgeous. The dress was short enough that it showed off you legs without being scandalous. To say Ben wanted more was an understatement.

“Hello? Earth to Ben?” you said, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Hi sorry I’m here. Ready to go.”

You nodded and grabbed your phone and wallet, shoving them into the pocket of your jacket.

“So where are we going?” you asked. You and your friends didn’t go out that much but when you did you stuck to more casual places. You were kinda excited to see where Ben was taking you.

“I heard that Lando’s is a pretty good bar. Nice reputation.”

Your eyes widened. You loved Lando’s. The last time you had gone there was for Rey’s birthday. It was a nice bar, but not too uptight. 

“Is that not a good place? Should I take you somewhere else?”

“No no! Lando’s is great. It’s just a little expensive for my pay.”

“I’m paying.”

“No you’re not. I’m a big girl, I can pay for my own drinks.”

“I know, but think of it as me making up for being a little bit of a dick.”

You smiled up at Ben. Maybe this night wouldn’t be terrible.

Hux shuddered as he sat down at the bar. When he researched drinking establishments in Varykino he decided to start at the most down to earth, laid back one, Fett and Son’s. He had spent almost two hours there and no sign of the wayward prince.

“Can I get you another scotch?” asked the bartender, making Hux jump a little.

“No. Here is what I owe you. Thank you.” replied Hux, throwing his money on the counter and sauntering out.

“What a dick.” said the bartender.

The night was going surprisingly well. Ben was actually really funny. His dry sarcastic humor melded with yours perfectly. You were laughing the entire time. 

“You know my father used to be a racer.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Drove fast cars and stuff. Gave me his old motorcycle.” Ben was about to tell her about Han doing to Kessel Run, one of the most famous races, in under 12 seconds but stopped himself. If he revealed too much you’d for sure figure out he was the Prince.

“You’d like my friends Poe and Rey. They always talk about driving.”

“Are you inviting me to meet the friends?” Ben said with a smirk, raising his beer to his lips.

“Maybe wait until after the second date.”

“So this is a date?”

Your eyes widened and you turned bright red. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy yourself. Ben was really nice and you had a lot of fun listening to him. He spared a lot of personal details, but that’s understandable, it was your first time properly hanging out. 

“Don’t push it.” you said, smirking back at him. 

“Well if it’s not a date then I guess I can’t kiss you goodnight.” he said with a sigh, signaling the bartender and handing over his credit card. 

“Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get to kiss my cheek.”

Ben did a little fist bump hearing you say that. 

At first you were just a challenge, another woman to woo. Yet something about you intrigued him. You were funny, smart, sharp as a knife too. You could keep up with him, something he hadn’t found in a girl before. He genuinely enjoyed himself and was hoping to take you on a second --er first date.

Eventually the two of you walked back to your apartment and were standing awkwardly in front of your door.

“Don’t tell my friends cause they’ll never let me live it down, but I had a really good time.” you said, looking up at Ben.

“Promise.” said Ben, bending down and kissing your cheek.

You laughed a rolled your eyes.

“Ever the gentleman.”

“Would you like me to not be a gentleman? Because believe me, that can be arranged.” he said with a smirk.

“Gross.” you said with a laugh.

“I know you want me!” shouted Ben, walking away.

Shaking your head you opened your apartment door.

“HOW’D IT GO????”

You screamed. Sitting on your couch was Finn, Rey and Poe. 

“Seriously guys?”

“Hey I didn’t wanna intrude but somebody,” said Rey, looking at Finn. “insisted we see how you were doing.”

“Poe you’re a terrible influence on Finn.” you said, closing the door and shucking off your jacket. “And it went well. He’s not so much of an asshole actually.”

Before you could say more you phone went off. Furrowing your brows you picked up your phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N I know our date just ended but I really enjoyed myself and I don’t wanna come off as creepy but I wanted to know if you wanted to do something tomorrow night if you’re not working late.”

You laughed and shook your head. Finn mouthed ‘who is it’ but you just waved him off.

“Yeah I won’t be doing anything. This time I’m paying though.”

You could hear Ben’s hearty laugh on the phone. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach at the sound of it.

“Okay doll. I’ll pick you up from work.”

“I get off at 5.”

Hanging up the phone you were met with your three friends all with slacked jaws.

“What?”

“Y/N L/N. Woman of stone, heart of ice just said yes to another date didn’t she?” asked Poe.

“And what if she did?”

“Then Poe owes me money.” said Rey fixing the bun atop her head.

“You bet on my date?”

“I said he’d ask you out for date two before tomorrow but Poe thought it would take another day.”

“You guys are impossible.”

“Did he kiss you?” asked Finn.

“No he did not. And I did not want him to kiss me either.”

“Well I’m glad that you’re doing this. You really needed to get back out there. Just because he broke your heart doesn’t mean Ben will too.”

Sighing you flopped down on the couch next to them.

“Movie night since everyone’s here?” you asked.

“Duh!” said Poe. 

The next day went the same as usual. Ben showed up for breakfast, ordered waffles, tried to woo you (failed), normal customers came and went, you were teased by your friends about your new love interest. Nothing out of the ordinary.

When work ended you left the Cantina and went home to get ready for your second date with Ben. Around 7 you heard a knock on your door.

“Coming!” you shouted, running to the door.

Ben had his usual all black look on but this time with a more casual black t-shirt. You were in your favorite jeans and shirt. It was gonna be a casual date.

“I’m taking you to my favorite bar. And this time I’m buying the drinks okay.”

“Okay okay!” said Ben, lifting his hands defensively. “Jeez you be a gentleman to a lady once.”

“Welcome to Fett and Son’s!” you said, pushing the door to the bar open.

“Hey Boba!” you said, nodding at the bartender and sitting down at your standard booth.

After ordering your drinks and some snacks Ben bent down to whisper in your ear.

“Everyone is staring at us. Have you killed someone or something?”

“Haven’t killed anyone yet. Maybe it’s because I’m on a date with a mysterious guy who just showed up one day and nobody knows anything about him.”

“Well ask me stuff then. I’m your open book.”

“What’s your last name.”

“Uh uh. Last names give the wrong information.”

Furrowing your brows you repeated what Rey said.

“Are you in the mafia or something?”

Ben laughed that hearty laugh, the one that made your insides jumble.

“No. I just think that there are more important things in life than who I’m related to ya know?”

“As long as you don’t have a criminal background I’m okay with that.” you said, lifting your glass to your lips.

“I had a very sheltered childhood. Didn’t get out much. Spent most of my time with my parents and our dog. Both of my parents were really busy when I was younger so if I wasn’t spending time with them I was playing pretend in my room. When I got older I got into cars and stuff cause my dad. Eventually he gave me his old motorcycle to tune up and save. It’s my baby.”

Before Ben could tell you more about himself the door opened and you looked up. 

As much as Hux didn’t want to come back to an establishment like this, he knew that Prince Benjamin would end up here eventually, he had too much of his father in him not to. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of a familiar head of red hair.

“I spend most of my time own my own studying--”

“Kiss me.” you said, interrupting Ben.

“What?”

“Kiss me now. My ex just walked in and I don’t want him to see me.”

Ben started to turn before you stopped him.

“Don’t make it obvious!!”

Moving his head slightly Ben caught sight of Hux.

“Shit. I dunno who Y/N’s talking about but maybe I can hide from Hux if I do this.” thought Ben.

Ben pulled you into his lap and crashed his lips against yours. He was warm and tasted like cinnamon and cheap beer. You were intoxicated. The two of you molded into each other like your bodies were made to be together.

Hux scanned the room, eyes eventually landing on a Y/H/Ced girl making out in a booth with a tall man. Disgusted, Hux scoffed and roll his eyes. Maybe this was enough for one night. Turning promptly he left.

Opening your eyes you peered over Ben’s shoulder, not breaking the kiss. When you saw Hux leave you leaned back, breaking the kiss.

“Sorry I just--” you started.

“Kiss me again.” said Ben, his eyes shining with a twinkle.