#tell me your worst i'll send you whoever's closest

[frangipani-wanderlust]

Dispatch, this is Fran.

it’s crazy how i don’t know what any of you do for school/uni/work? who are you guys outside of tumblr? what do you work as?? 

[outercrasis]

The Distance - Ch 13

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 4.8k / T (will become M/E in later chapters)

Summary: Time to meet a new (old) friend.

Warnings: some general angst (nothing too heavy), alcohol consumption

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Din doesn’t offer any additional details about Mos Pelgo or whoever you're supposed to be dropping in on. You put together a small bag, prepping for a couple days away from your ship. Tex seems more nervous than you do.

“I know buddy, but I'll still be on planet,” you placate. “It's a good opportunity to test out these long range comms too. You can send me whatever updates you want while I'm gone.”

Tex beeps lowly, reluctantly accepting the situation. You don't blame him – you can't remember the last time you left Tex or the Chimera for more than a single night.

“Got ‘em!” You hold up your old goggles triumphantly, finally locating them at the bottom of a long forgotten pack. “Knew I still had these somewhere.”

Peli is already waiting for you at the bottom of the Chimera's ramp. You can see why Din likes her – she feels like a crazy aunt that you only see once a cycle, while also being able to intuit things better than anyone else you know.

“What should I know about her?” Peli asks. You can't help but smile.

Thirty minutes later and you've given her the  rundown of the Chimera's basics. Tex has instructions to share schematics with Peli when needed and is officially given authority over the pit droids. He's not so secretly thrilled by that fact. Knowing that Peli is the mastermind behind the N1 calms any of your bigger anxieties about leaving your baby behind for repairs.

Din is already standing by the speeder bike when you’re done. It’s a bigger model that could probably support a sidecar, but there are none of those in sight. The only option is to sit on the bike with Din. You steel yourself, trying to push down your hurt feelings. There’s no point in lingering on them right now when you’re about to be in very close quarters with him. 

You give Grogu a couple pats goodbye and then shove your bag into one of the saddlebags already attached to the bike. 

“Is it comfortable?” Din asks. You're more than a little lost.

“My bag?”

He chuckles, the low noise just managing to bypass the vocoder. “No, the holster.”

It's the first time you've been able to wear it since he got it for you. Sure, you've worn it around the Chimera a few times, but never out in the world. “It's good.”

If you were in a better mood you might tell him that it fits like a glove – that you can almost forget you have it on. You don't know how he managed to find a holster that feels like it was made for you.

“Good.”

You climb onto the bike, moving yourself forward to make it easier for Din. He turns and says something to Peli you don’t catch before getting onto the bike behind you. It’s tight, but you both fit. 

You’re hyper aware of his body around yours. The firm, cool beskar at your back, the way his legs bracket around yours, his arms caging you in as he reaches up to the handlebars. You barely have enough presence of mind to pull your goggles down before he takes off, launching the two of you into the vast expanse of the desert.

You wish you could enjoy this more. This is the closest and longest you have ever been next to Din and yet you're stuck in a terrible mood. With nothing to distract you, his stupid words are running on a loop in your head. 

Just a pilot.

Even worse is that you're getting upset with yourself as well as Din. You don't know why you can't let it go. Why the words wormed their way into the worst part of your brain, plaguing you and making you feel childish. He probably didn't mean anything by it. You wish you could convince yourself of that.

The speeder bike is doing nothing to improve your mood. While the bike is capable of carrying two, that doesn’t mean it was built for it. Peli was right when she said it was junk – the seat cushion barely offers a modicum of support. 

Din’s position on the bike is so firm you can’t move or readjust at all. It was fine at first, making you feel a bit safer, protected by him on the dangerously fast bike. Now though, your body aches. Your refusal to create any additional points of contact between your bodies beyond what's unavoidable isn't helping either.

Your muscles demand to move, one of your legs half asleep from the position it’s in. Only your hands are free to move but you can’t decide what to do with them, so you settle for relaxing them in your lap until that gets uncomfortable after a while. Logically you know this isn’t actually Din’s fault, but the irrational side of your brain is winning. You feel trapped, stuck in one place on the machine until Din determines that it’s time to stop. You aren’t even sure of a way to signal to him to let him know that you need a quick pause to stretch.

You endure for a bit longer before deciding that you can’t continue. You don’t know how far away Mos Pelgo is and your body feels like it’s being turned into stone from inactivity. Even if it’s only for a few minutes, you need to stretch your legs. You decide to tap Din’s leg and try to look up at him. He gets your message because soon the speeder slows down and comes to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” Din asks.

“I need to stretch. I haven’t moved in too long and I’m way too stiff,” you explain. 

Din gets off of the bike first. You keep your eyes firmly planted forward, unwilling to watch and risk an awkward situation.

You stretch your arms and back first before moving from the seat. Your spine pops and you can feel your muscles rejoice from the new movement. You swing your leg around and go to step off the bike, only to have your legs give out and nearly fall face first into the sand. It appears that your leg was more than half-asleep in its crunched position.

You’re saved by Din’s quick reflexes, catching your arm and holding you up before you fall completely. “You okay, can’gal?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumble, pulling your arm from his hold. You do your best to ignore the painful tingles in your leg as blood flow and feeling returns. You scan the landscape as you continue to stretch. It’s desolate, countless dunes of sand as far as the eye can see. Yet the planet is beautiful in its own way – a sterile kind that is unique with its twin suns shining brightly overhead.

After about five minutes of stretching and moving around, you turn back to Din. He’s leaning against the speeder with his arms casually folded over his chest. He looks like he should be on the cover of Speeders Weekly.

“I’m ready. Mind telling me how much farther we have?”

You climb back on and Din follows. “About another hour and a half. Think you can hold on that long?”

You glance up at him behind you. “It would be easier without your giant body blocking me in, but I think I’ll make it.”

Din lets out a distorted chuckle at your barb. He gives your legs a quick squeeze with his own. You ignore the skip in your heartbeat. “You can move if you need to, just don’t fall off.”

“How can I, with you in the way?”

Din laughs again and starts up the speeder. You pull your goggles back down and he takes off, launching you back over the endless sand dunes.

Nearly two hours later, Din’s prediction a little off, you can see Mos Pelgo in the distance. The twin suns hang low in the sky and cast barely enough light to see by. The second half of the speeder ride wasn’t as bad. It was shorter and the suns sinking had alleviated much of the heat. 

You felt a bit more comfortable moving when your body began to stiffen which helped to prevent more pain. At some point you even begin to relax – if you ignored how uncomfortable the seat was beneath you it wasn’t so bad. Din’s chestplate acted as a nice backrest for you and you can tell he tried to position his legs to give yours more room. They didn't start tingling again at least.

Once you see the tiny settlement on the horizon you feel your stomach drop. Your palms are getting sweaty and you know it has nothing to do with the planet’s heat. This town clearly doesn’t have much and you wonder why Din made his way out here before. Did he track a bounty all this way? And who could compel him to return? Whoever they were, they must be pretty to come out here for a visit.

Din slows the speeder bike as you roll into town and you see a few people wandering around Mos Pelgo. You expect them all to stare in wonder or fear like what normally happens when Din comes into a town. Instead, you can hardly believe your eyes as they… wave? Are the people in this town actually waving at the big scary Mandalorian? Maker, what is this place? It’s unlike any experience you’ve ever had with Din at your side before.

Din stops the speeder outside of the cantina. He hops off and offers you a hand. You still feel anxious and a large part of you doesn’t want to take it, but you can’t fully trust your legs at the moment. His hand is firm in yours and you can’t help but feel a small amount of comfort at the touch.

The cantina is as small and cozy as you've ever seen one. The lights are low, half the tables taken up by patrons. There's a comfortable murmur filling the air that mixes with the jizz music coming from a jukebox in the corner.

Din guides you towards one of the rounded booths. You've never seen him this relaxed in a public setting before. His visor is scanning the room but the looseness of his shoulders tells you he’s not looking for a threat.

You figure you'll know this mystery person when you see them. Din might be hidden away under all that armor, but somehow the only the prettiest of people find their way to him. You've seen more than a few brave souls be turned away. Nerves get the better of you and you begin to absentmindedly pick at your fingers.

Moments later, a drawl comes from above you. “Well I'll be.”

You look up and see a tall, lanky but not awkward man standing in front of you and Din. He’s got a sideways grin plastered on his face, which should look more ridiculous than it does. His silver hair looks as though it was nicely styled like his short beard before the desert winds blew through it. His eyes are bright and you’re tempted to describe them as sparkling.

“Mando,” he says in a friendly greeting while sticking his hand out towards Din for a handshake.

“Marshal,” Din shakes the man’s hand. He turns to you and gestures to his acquaintance. “Meet Cobb Vanth, Marshal of Mos Pelgo.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Cobb turns his smile to you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel yourself melt a little. You already understand why Din would want to come out here for a visit – this man could probably charm just about anyone.

“And just who might you be, darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re somehow that little green kid he had with him before.”

That makes you laugh out loud. “No, I’m not.” You offer up your name along with your hand to shake. Cobb takes your hand and presses a soft kiss against your knuckles. You have to admit, he’s smooth. Din gives a small cough from his side of the booth.

“Sorry there Mando, just couldn’t help myself,” Cobb says, winking at you. Oh, he’s very smooth.

“Sure you couldn’t.”

Cobb sits on your other side, across from Din, and hails the bartender over. He sets down three cups and an entire jug of spotchka. The Marshal must be well liked then, you think, if the bartender is willing to part with a jug so easily. Cobb pours all three glasses, which strikes you as odd, considering that he should know Din doesn’t eat or drink with others. Din doesn’t say anything about it though, so you keep quiet as well.

“What brings you out this way?” Cobb asks as he passes the cups around.

“Had the time. I was told you came back here after your time in the bacta tank.”

Just how many friends does Din have on this backwater rock? You thought you were getting to know one another – two loners who found each other – and here he is with a number of mystery friends he never speaks of. Maybe you had misjudged the closeness of your relationship.

“Nowhere else for me to go,” Cobb says. “Besides, the new arm works for intimidation purposes.”

With a flick of his wrist, a small blaster pops up out of the Marshal's robotic arm. It probably doesn't have any more power than a hold-out blaster, but it gets a message across. Din doesn't even flinch.

As close as you are to each other, you're able to see the gears whirring in his arm and follow the different lines and parts as they travel up towards his shoulder. His mod isn't the fanciest you've ever seen but it's still a work of art.

“Marshal, do you mind if I take a look?” you ask, gesturing towards his arm. He seems proud of it, so you don't think he'll mind the request.

He puts the blaster away, setting his arm down on the table in front of you. “Not at all. Just don't touch with that part there, sends my nerves ablaze if it's messed with.”

This new man is just as much of a mystery to you as the other one at the table. Din took months before he'd let you poke around at his armor’s electronic components and that wasn't even fully attached to his body. Meanwhile Cobb is more than happy to have you take a look while also revealing its biggest weakness.

Din and Cobb's conversation fades away as you look over his arm. This kind of fine mechanical work is always tricky, ten times more when you factor in the biological component. Cobb allows you to move his arm in whatever way you see fit, easily answering the questions that you’re mostly muttering to yourself. You ignore Din’s weighty stare.

“You’ve got a thing of beauty there, Marshal,” you say as you complete your observations.

“Well that's not a word I hear that often,” he defers. “And please, call me Cobb.”

“Somehow I doubt that, Cobb.”

He laughs loudly. “Well shoot. You've got one heck of a girl here, Mando.”

You glance over at Din. He's as stoic as ever. You're left floundering – no longer truly understanding your relationship with him or his relationship to Cobb. Irritation bubbles over.

“Not his girl. Just a pilot.” You throw back the shot of spotchka in front of you, ignoring the burn as it goes down.

“Duly noted,” Cobb says, giving you a small nod. You don’t look over at Din. You don’t want to see his reaction.

The three of you are able to fall into easy conversation from there. You discover the connection between Cobb and Din – You mean you haven’t told her ‘bout me? I’m hurt Mando, real hurt – and you decide you can’t imagine Mandalorian armor on Cobb. There’s just something about him that doesn’t work quite right with your picture. He’s too casual, too comfortable with himself to ever need a second skin over top. He's also too skinny you decide, not nearly broad enough to fill out Mandalorian armor as it should be.

You don't try to hide your fascination as Cobb regales you with the tale of the krayt dragon. "I thought he was a goner for sure, getting eaten like that. Just when I'm thinkin' the worst out he comes, flying out of the beast's mouth like some sorta hero."

You turn to Din, the spotchka in your system removing any embarrassment as you openly gape at him. "Is he telling the truth?" you ask. It's not that you don't trust Cobb, but the whole thing is so remarkable that it's hard to believe.

"He's making it sound like more than it was. I was covered in it's bile, I stunk for weeks after that."

You learn about Mos Pelgo, how Cobb came to be its Marshal, and how the town has been getting on since the dragon's death. He tells you about the run-ins with the Pyke Syndicate and how he came to lose his arm.

Through all the replays of Din and Cobb's greatest hits, you figure that if there are any kind of romantic feelings between the two, it's never elevated beyond some flirtation. It makes you feel foolish for ever getting jealous in the first place. Old habits and ways of thinking die hard, you suppose.

The spotchka goes down easy, a welcome distraction from any unhappy thoughts lingering in the back of your mind. Cobb continues to flirt with you throughout the night, serving as another nice distraction. You know you shouldn't encourage it, but his open attraction and the alcohol make it difficult to resist. Sure, he is a bit skinny, a bit talkative, and his skin isn't as sun-kissed as you preferred, but he could do. 

As the night wears to a close, you can feel sleep begin to pull at the corners of your mind. The long day in the sun combined with the alcohol you consumed start working together to make your body shut down. You hardly register as Din asks Cobb where the two of you can stay for the night.

You pull yourself out of the booth, slapping your cheeks gently to try and clear up the fog in your mind. You regain enough clarity to function without assistance. After Din grabs your bags off the speeder, you both follow Cobb as he leads you both to the single spare room above the cantina.

"Sorry it ain't much, but as you know we don't get many visitors out here," Cobb says as he opens the door.

He's right. It isn't much. Just a tiny square room with a bed and a dresser with a 'fresher attached. You're happy to note that it all looks clean though, devoid of the layer of sand that seems to cover everything on Tatooine.

"It'll be just fine, thank you Marshal," you tell him. Cobb tips an imaginary hat and throws a wink at you. He gives Din a wink too, which makes you snort. He then walks away, throwing a goodnight over his shoulder.

You shake your head, amused, and follow Din into the room. Rather than flounder about the sleeping arrangements, you grab some clothes from your bag and go into the 'fresher, determined to get off at least some of the day's grime. You're disappointed with a sonic shower, although you weren't sure what else you expected, being on a desert planet. Still, it provides some relief and you change into some clean clothes to sleep in. You splash a small amount of water on your face from the sink and gulp some down in your cupped hands.

"All yours," you announce as you walk back into the small room. 

Din doesn't say anything, but he goes into the 'fresher and closes the door just a bit too hard. Was he mad about something, you wonder? Although you've hit your second wind, the alcohol is still playing with your thoughts. Maybe he's just moody from the long day.

He doesn't take long in there, certainly less time than your small tipsy fumbles, and comes back out still fully dressed. You push yourself up onto your elbows in the bed and look him over. "Take off the armor," you tell him.

"You're drunk,” he responds.

“Yeah? And why does that matter?” you ask. Din doesn’t reply. You sigh and drop backwards to stare up at the ceiling. 

“There’s no way you can be comfortable sleeping in all of that metal. So just take it off and get in the bed. I’m obviously not talking about the helmet.”

You stay staring at the ceiling. It’s a fairly comfortable position, head cushioned in the pillows, while you try to not make him uncomfortable. 

You aren’t really sure why this is such a big deal to him tonight. He’s taken off his beskar in front of you plenty of times now. Yet maybe something had changed between the two of you again without you noticing. You were just a pilot to him, maybe that meant some of his walls were coming back up? Desperately, you tried to ignore the stab of pain that thought caused you. You don’t want to lose Din to the cold, distant Mando you met so many months ago, especially not without knowing why. The thought is too much to bear.

You turn on your side, away from Din, offering him extra assurance that you weren’t just trying to perv on him as he removed his armor. You know he's caught you staring more than a few times around the Chimera. Did that bother him? You should have asked.

Part of you knows you should be more nervous about sharing a bed with Din – particularly with this growing gulf between the two of you. This is intimate in a way, isn’t it? Sharing a space to sleep like this? Yet, whether it’s the influence of the alcohol or the exhaustion, you can’t find it within yourself to be flustered over it. It’s practical anyway. You both need sleep and Mos Pelgo only has the one room and bed to offer. One of you sleeping on the floor would be stupid. You try to convince yourself that if only Din would stop being ridiculous and get into the bed, things would be just fine again – right?

After what seems like an eternity, you hear metal pieces begin to clank down together on the dresser. A small smile works its way across your lips and you’re happy that for once it’s your face hidden away from his. He’s hesitant maybe, but not uncomfortable enough to keep the heavy armor on. Knowing that things are okay enough, your eyes shutter closed and a deep sleep carries you away.

Din is surprised to discover that you’re already asleep when he climbs into bed. You seemed so awake a few moments ago when he started taking off his armor. He’s still kicking himself for his reaction. 

Of course you meant for him to take it off to go to sleep, not... anything else. Why would you? You’ve been acting off ever since landing on Tatooine. You wouldn’t suddenly be asking him for that, not now. Not that you would want anything like that with him anyway – Din feels like a monster for thinking that way about you.

Looking down at you, Din ruminates a bit more. Somehow between all of the bounties, long hours, injuries, and repairs, you worked your way into his heart. Part of him doesn’t want to admit it still, that you have such a large effect on him, but it gets harder with every passing day. Touches and stares linger for longer and Din takes notice of your bashfulness every time he calls your name. Until today.

Din hasn’t been able to figure out what has caused the change. Soon after landing in Tatooine you brushed him off, distancing yourself from him. He knew the speeder bike situation wasn’t ideal, but usually you would have handled something like that with more tact, not the brash way you questioned Peli about another bike. You were tense for the longest time on the bike, not relaxing until the small break you took part way through the ride. Were you just upset to be stuck on Tatooine? Bothered by the beating the Chimera took? Or had he done something?

He was leaning towards the idea that he had done something to upset you. Just a pilot. Those words bounced around in his mind. 

He panicked when Peli asked who you were and those had been the first words out of his mouth. He hardly even considered the way they would sound. The way you repeated those words to Cobb, it felt like a slap to the face.

The town marshal wasn't helping anything either. Watching the two of you was making his blood boil. He likes the man, killing a krayt dragon together has that effect, but he has few qualms about punching the Marshal in the face right about now. He stared at you so openly, flirted so shamelessly, and you reciprocated. If Din was a lesser man he would have thrown you over his shoulder and carted you out of the cantina.

His mind continued to swirl and wander. Was it simply being stuck on Tatooine that made you change? Did being stuck here, with no agenda as you put it earlier, make you realize flying around with him was not the life you wanted? 

Of course you didn’t want to be stuck, tied down to a man who couldn’t even show you his face, who couldn’t even admit what you were to him. Cobb was able to make his intentions towards you obvious from the first words he spoke. You deserved that, not the brief, vague moments of intimacy Din had to offer.

Din looks away from you, trying to close his heart off from you, deciding that it’s what's best. He makes himself comfortable, lying on his back, helmet cushioned by the pillow.

He reopens his eyes just as soon as he closes them. You've repositioned yourself in your sleep, turning over and wrapping an arm firmly around his waist, face tucked into his side. 

The touch makes him nervous, unsure of how to react to the foreign embrace. His resolve to give you up quickly crumbles. Din’s never had this. He’s thought of it before, but it was all theoretical. This is real and unlike anything he ever imagined.

Part of him feels perverted for enjoying it as much as he is and so quickly after realizing you deserved more than him. You’re asleep and you fell asleep facing the other direction – you had no control over this, no consent. 

Despite those protests, he can’t help but sink into your touch. He repositions his arm, wrapping it around you, which causes you to shift your head up onto his chest. His breathing stops for a minute, terrified that you’ll wake up and pull away, but you remain lost in blissful dreams. The feeling of your warm body pressed against his, hand fisting into his shirt, the gentle rise and fall of your back against his palm while you breathe, is almost more than he can handle.

Din lies there for a few minutes, trying to commit every sensation, every sound you make to memory. It’s overwhelming and yet he craves more. With the helmet on in this position, he can’t get the right angle to look down at you. A risky idea runs through his mind and once again he ignores his protesting thoughts, following the path your touch has sent him down. 

He calls your name twice, softly, just to test how deeply you’re sleeping. When you don’t do so much as twitch, he decides it’s safe enough. 

Carefully, Din removes his helmet with his hand that isn’t holding onto you. He doesn’t set it down, holding onto it in case he needs to quickly put it back on. Vision unobscured, he looks down at you wrapped around his body. Din finds himself dumbstruck.

That moment secures your position in his mind as the most beautiful thing in the whole of the galaxy. You look so peaceful, any worries wiped clean from your face. Your mouth is slightly open and although Din knows that means you’ll probably drool on him, he can’t bring himself to care. Your hair is a beautiful mess and Din thinks back to the one time he was able to touch it before, back on Rishi with you half-conscious from a concussion. He's really got to stop having these moments while you aren't awake.

Moving more cautiously than he ever has before, Din dips his head down and presses a gentle kiss against the top of your head. He whispers cyar’ika to you and dares to kiss you again. With one final look and a shaky breath, Din slips his helmet back on. He knows he’ll never get to sleep otherwise, far too tempted to spend the rest of his night just staring at you.

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also going to be mushy here and say thank you to anyone who has sent me a message, left a comment, etc on this fic. It genuinely means the world to know that people are still reading and thinking about this fic 🥺💕

[puckinghischier]

400 follower celebration!!

i’m absolutely floored that in the short amount of time i’ve been writing on here that somehow there’s 400 of you that enjoy what i write enough to follow me and keep coming back for more.

i didn’t do any celebrations for any other milestones because i wasn’t confident enough to commit to it at the time, but i know the only way to truly get over my fear of being a bad writer is to keep writing.

so, with that being said, i’m going to put this out there. if you want to, if you don’t want to, it’s up to you, but i’d absolutely love if you guys sent me requests for the prompts you want to read!!

if you want to send in a request, just send me the number and the person you want me to write it for!

as i get requests, i will be marking out the numbers that have already been requested, in order to avoid duplicates

i currently write for:

- Nico Hischier

- Luke Hughes

- Jack Hughes

the only other player i would consider writing for is Quinn, but i’ve never written for him before, just given him a few cameos in other fics. if you really just want a Quinn fic i’ll consider it and try, but no promises.

i just don’t feel like i have enough knowledge yet of other players and their personalities off the ice to commit to writing a fic about them.

i grabbed these from another blog, but I cannot find the post again for the life of me, so credit to whoever originally posted these. if i find the page i'll tag them here later

Angst/Emotional:

1. “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

2. “Just please open your eyes.”

3. “Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

4. “Just please, don’t leave me.”

5. “Why does everyone always leave?”

6. “It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop.”

7. “Forget it. Just like you forget everything else.”

8. “I never ask for help because I’m not sure I know how.”

9. “It’s alright to feel broken every once and a while. And it’s alright to take time to heal.”

10. “What is it about me that isn’t good enough?”

11. “I wish I was brave.”

12. “You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

13. “I’m scared.”

14. “I don’t miss you. I miss us.”

15. “I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

16. ‘“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren’t there!”

17. “All I wanted was a happy ending.”

18. “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

19. “I’m not leaving you here.”

20. “You left without saying goodbye.”

21. “For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!”

22. “Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.”

23. “You said you wouldn’t leave, and then you did.”

24. “This is the third time you’ve broken a promise to me, I’m starting to think you are doing it on purpose.”

25. “Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

Fluff/Romantic:

26. “I just cant see myself ever living without you.”

27. “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

28. “The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

29. “I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.”

30. “Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

31. “You owe me a kiss.”

32. “Go with me?” “Only if you hold my hand.”

33. “I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

34. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

35. “You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

36. “I’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

37. “You’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “I’m starting to.”

38. “I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

39. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

40. “You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

41. "All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

42. “They don’t compare to you. No one does.”

43. “I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you.”

44. “I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met.”

45. “I think I’m in love with you.”

46. “You brought me breakfast?” “Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I’d make sure you ate something.”

47. “Everything feels right when you are with me.”

48. “I don’t care what others say, I want to be with you and that’s all that matters to me.”

49. “You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

50. “I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.”

51. “I wasn’t sure what love really felt like until I met you.”

52. “You owe me.” “I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to be your partner to get your parents off your back.”

53. “I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.”

54. “Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

55. “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

56. “I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

57. “Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “'l’ll stay for as long as you need.”

58. “You are my family.”

59. “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

60. “Take my jacket, I don’t want you catching a cold.”

61. “I’d wait a thousand lifetimes for you, because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I’ll be right here.”

62. “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

63. “I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

64. “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

65. “Can I kiss you?”

66. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

67. “How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

68. “You came all the way here for me?”

69. “Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

70. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

71. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

72. “The world gets a little brighter when you’re around.”

Miscellaneous:

73. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

74. “I’ve never told you that before.”

75. “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

76. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

77. “You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

78. “Wake me up when it’s over.”

79. "Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

80. “At least I kept my promise.”

81. “I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

82. “…Did you just sniff me?”

83. “Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

84. “Are you alright?” “Yeah, why?” “You look mad.” “That’s just my face…”

85. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

86. “You don’t actually have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

87. “Since when did you open a bakery in your house?” “Since I got bored.”

88. “You’re bleeding.” “No shit.”

89. “For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

90. “Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.”

91. “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

92. “I hate that I let you convince me to do this”

93. “We really need to stop meeting like this. "Then stop breaking into my house!”

94. “Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!” “I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here.” “You gave me a heart-attack!”

95. “What are you doing here?” “I got locked out of my house.” “Again?”

96. “Run.”

97. “I can’t stand you!” “Then sit down.”

98. “Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” “I hope the surprise involves food.”

99. “You wont regret it!” “Already am.”

100. “I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

101. “What happened?” “Do you want the long version or the short version?” “Uh, short?” “I made a mistake.” “Okay, long version.” “I made a very very big mistake.”

102. “What happened to your hand?” “I hit my hand on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

103. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

104. “I’ve been thinking-” “Uh-oh”

105. “If I survive this, I’m killing you.”

Scenario Prompts:

*For prompts with Characters A and B; you can choose who is who in your request (who is reader and/or character)

106. Huddled together to keep warm.

107. Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

108. Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B’s s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

109. Continuously running into one another for days after having a meet cute.

110. Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it’s on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

111. Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

112. Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

113. Size difference hug; they engulf you.

114. You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

115. Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

116. Character A teaching B to ice skate/roller skate.

117. B taking care of A when they are sick.

118. Holding hands underneath the table.

119. Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

120. A surprises B with a picnic.

121. Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel.

122. B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.

123. As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

124. B comforting A as they wake up from a nightmare.

125. A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else.

126. B bringing A hand-picked flowers.

127. Thinking you are alone in the house but you hear a noise upstairs.

128. B buys A’s dream house and surprises them.

129. Sharing an umbrella.

130. Walking together and it starts to rain, so they grab your hand and you start running until you can find somewhere to escape getting wet.

131. Fake date to a wedding; leads to confession.

132. A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?”

133. There’s a big storm going on outside while A is at B’s house, so B insists they sleep over.

134. A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay.

135. B just moved to town and really only knows A (just met). B is being followed or is lost and calls A for help. Of course they come to help and it turns into a date of sorts.

136. A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B’s shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

137. Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

138. Looking around for the shirt you left at your s/o’s house; only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you’ve left.

139. B get’s so nervous about their dinner date with A that they accidentally make enough food to feed ten people.

140. A hand written love letter left at your doorstep.

141. B dancing to music as their cooking or cleaning, and as they spin around A suddenly appears, grabbing onto B and continuing to dance with them.

142. A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

143. B helping A step down from a high place by taking their hand, and then not letting go as they continue to walk.

144. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

145. Dancing around the living room of the first home you’ve bought together.

146. A asking B on a date until they say yes.

147. B asking A to attend a wedding with them, to get out of going with someone their parents tried to set them up with.

[switchydogboy]

This is for the lovely, adorable, and amazing @the-new-ginger-switch! Love ya, honeybun~

The Dollmaker

Ginger was walking through the woods one day, a custom carved walking stick with a cat-head top in one hand, and a compass in the other. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.

"Uuuughhh" she groaned. "Stupid compass led me nowhere. Last time I buy hiking stuff from a street vendor." She fumbled around with her backpack until she came across a map, reading it top to bottom. She sighed and decided on the route that seemed the closest to her. "This map better work." she grumbled, beginning to walk an almost imaginary path.

She walked what felt like miles, until stumbling upon a relatively large sized wooden shack. From the looks of it, the wood was hand carpentered, and put together by hand to build the place. She looked down at the map again and stifled an angry shout. "Stupid map only led me to this stupid shack! Hopefully someone's here..and hopefully they can help me outta here."

She slowly opened the door, peering inside to see if she could find anyone. "Uhh...h-hello? Anybody home? Not a burglar, i swear- just trying to get directions-" she called, hoping she wouldn't be kicked out before she could get help. She looked around to find hand-made dolls and figurines, each with a different look. "Woah..whoever lives here, they're very skilled-" she said quietly. Out of nowhere, a tall, paleskinned boy, wearing a smokey grey hoodie, faded jeans, sneakers, and a beanie. His face was hidden by a simple white canvas doll mask.

Ginger jumped and yelped. "EEK- who- who are you-??" she uttered, breathing a bit heavily. "Woah, easy there, its okay! I mean you no harm! I'm the owner of this place heh, I go by B, but most people refer to me as the dollmaker!" Ginger looked very puzzled, especially because of his attire. "Whats with the mask-?" she asked, very taken aback.

"I just like wearing it heh, its surprisingly comfy! So, what brings you to my shack? Interested in a doll or statue?" He replied, as he arranged a few dolls for her to examine. "Maybe a potion or a tonic?" he added, revealing a large shelf set of different colored bottles. Ginger gulped a little and finally said something. "Uh n-no thanks- I'm just looking for directions-" He pulled a tall blue bottle out and poured a bit into a drinking glass, the potion shining against the light. "Of course! But perhaps you could have a drink? You look very dehydrated if you don't mind my saying."

Ginger reluctantly took a sip from the glass. To her surprise, the drink was very delicious, addictive even. She smiled a little, taking another sip. "Refreshing, right?" he smiled, as she started to feel a bit stiff.

Ginger gasped, as before she knew it, she stood as stiff as a doll, only able to move when positioned by someone else. "Wha- what was that drink???" she cried, trying desperately to move, but to no avail. The Dollmaker chuckled, looking her up and down. "That, dear, was my dollification potion! Those who drink it turn into a human doll for a period of time!" He position to arms behind her head, lifting her hoodie a bit. "Tell me something, traveler. You wouldn't happen to be...ticklish, would you~?"

Gingers eyes shot wide open, as she tried to say no, but it didn't matter. The dollmaker stood in front of her, wiggling his fingers just in front of her belly. "I think I'll take your silence as a yes~" he slyly remarked. Within an instant, his fingers skittered and scribbled across her tummy, Ginger bursting into internal laughter. Even though she couldn't move a muscle, she felt each nerve in her belly being tickled, each stroke of his finger sending the worst ticklish feelings through her body.

"Hmmm, perhaps you aren't ticklish, you aren't even laughing! Maybe I'm not trying hard enough?" He skittered from her tummy, to her sides, then to her ribs, all the way to her underarms. Mirthful tears began pouring down Gingers cheeks, as she tried to move any way possible, but was simply trapped, stuck as she had some of her worst spots absolutely destroyed by the Dollmaker.

Finally, after what felt like hours of torturous tickling, he stopped and helped her into a free position. She tried to angrily protest but couldn't find the words to do so. "Here, this is for your troubles, dear!" He handed her a map to her home, with a route back to his shack if she ever wanted to visit again, along with a miniature souvenir doll of herself. Ginger finally was able to form words. "I- y-you- you're a very cruel person, y'know!". He chuckled. "Yes, but the blush on your cheeks says that you're happy~"

The rose-red blush on her cheeks shined brighter, as she gathered her things, silently wished the Dollmaker goodbye, secretly thrilled she stumbled across his cozy little home, fully intending to visit again. "Happiest digression I could've made from the trail" she thought to herself, continuing to think of him the rest of the night.

The End!

[elaouela]

a letter to you, whoever you may be.

There are some things you need to know, if you are out there, somewhere. Believe me, I’m still not sure you exist, but just in case you do - and don’t get me wrong, I really hope you do - I need to share some things with you.

I have so many flaws I can’t count. I’m not organized and I kinda love my own mess. I’m really bad with finances, I promise I’m trying my best to get better at it. I’m not an easy person and I should tell you, if you make me mad, I advise you to run - just promise you will come back and make everything better before we go to sleep. I talk really fast and I love sending voice notes - an advice, don’t even try to increase the speed on the podcast I might send you, it will be faster, but you probably won’t understand a thing. Oh yeah, the podcast thing, I talk a lot, like a lot lot - sorry that’s me, you will get used to it eventually - most people do. Ah, every time I ask you for a coke, it’s really important that you put the ice after the coke, ok? It won’t do you any good if you try to make a point that there’s no difference, I swear, there is. I love silly romance novels and movies, specially after a hard day at work - don’t get me wrong, I won’t make you watch it with me, the same way, if you try to make me watch scary movies, I’m already telling you, it won’t happen. I have a thing with coming back to places I already know and love - don’t worry, that doesn’t apply to traveling - on that matter, I would and want to travel all around the world with you. I’m stubborn sometimes and I’m kinda always late, but I mean, is that so wrong? Oh, I should tell you, I’m the worst copilot, after 5min in the road, I sleep - I’m already saying sorry in advance. And when I’m hungry and I ask you let’s eat, you should listen to me, before I turn into the hulk.

But all that, it's not all of me. I have a huge heart, and I would do anything and everything for the people I love. Family is everything to me, and family for me, it's not just connected through blood. I'm great with meeting new people, on making people feel welcome. I'm passionate about my work and my career. I'm an independent woman, and that was how I was raised, but believe it, I've learned with life, that even being independent - and I'll always be - it's ok to let the ones who love you, help you in a time of need. I love kids, animals, and feeling the sun on my skin. I love learning new languages and seeing different cultures. I'm a free spirit, but I can also be the closest person alive from everyone I love. I fight my loved ones battles and don't even try to stop me. I care, I'm worried and I need to make sure everyone I love is ok. I love learning about new things, and I literally believe in anything. Writing gives me peace and it helps me when I'm not at my best. I promise you will never get bored and we will always have something to talk about. I love dancing with my eyes closed, and I feel so free when I do that. I love spending a whole day at the pool, and going to a nice bar at the end of the day. Not into fancy restaurants or fancy things, but I do love wine and gin - beer it's not a go for me. I love trying new food, specially while trying also a new wine. I'm happy with who I am - even with everything I've been through.

I'm not a magazine cover, I'm a whole novel. I've been through a lot, since I can remember - and believe me, don't expect that to be shown on my face. Life have taught me how to be strong, and put a smile always on my face, even when I feel like I'm drowning.

So, if you are out there, somewhere, and if eventually we meet, take it all under consideration. With you, I don't want to just have fun, I don't want to be the girl you date before you meet the one or your distraction in a hard moment. With you I want it all, passion, love, friendship, companionship - I want the good and the bad, and I only want the "now" if the "then" comes after it. With you

Blaze

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[vertigoseokjin]

Make it Right

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested:  Hello, i saw that you wanted to write something and i did love to send a request. I would love something with Sweet pea, where you were friends when you were kids but grew apart. One day in school something ( anything really) making them confused their feelings for each other. I hope that makes sense❤️😊 @moaandersson63

“I could make it better I could hold you tighter 그 먼 길 위에서 Oh you’re the light”

Make It Right - BTS

Toni Topaz and Y/n Y/l/n lay on different parts of Toni's bed. Things haven't been normal in Riverdale in a long while, but the best friends always find comfort in their weekly sleepovers. This week, the topic of their conversation is the dreaded Junior Prom, just like it's been for the last week.

"Toni we haven't really talked in years." You grumble. "I can't go to a dance with him." You repeat for what feels like the hundredth time.

It wasn't that you hated Sweet Pea, it was the exact opposite actually. You two were inseparable growing up, but both of you went through an awkward phase growing up where a few too many people commented on the nature of their friendship. Apparently as thirteen year olds, girls and boys couldn't be best friends like they were.

Yes, it was a very stupid reason to lose a best friend, but at this point too many years have passed to restore the closeness they shared as children.

But it's fine. Friends drift all the time, right?

"Prom is the perfect time to reconnect!" Toni gushes. "I can make you look irresistible. He'll fall for you right away!" The pink haired girl bounces in her seat.

"He doesn't need to fall for me. There's probably a reason why we're not even friends anymore." You pull the blanket over your reddening cheeks and groan in frustration. "Besides, he's definitely going with someone else."

"Who would Sweet Pea take to a dance other than you?" Toni yanks the blanket off your face, forcing you to look and listen. "You have to shoot your shot! We're gonna be seniors soon, you don't want to graduate with any regrets. You don't have to prompose, just a little 'Hey! Take me to this dance!' There's no reason he'd say no." The certainty in Toni's voice and facial expressions easily sways you, but the thought of asking your ex best friend to prom sends chills down your spine.

"Look, I'll think about it, okay?" I still don't think anything will come out of it, but I'll definitely think about it." You pause for a little to think about the circumstances. "But it wouldn't hurt to get dressed up for a night, right?" You were never one to get dressed up for a normal day at school, but the thought of putting on a pretty dress and makeup for one night didn't seem like the worst thing in the world to you.

"Of course not! I promise, it'll be fun. Even if you don't go with Sweet Pea, we could go as friends."

"You're going with Cheryl." You feel the need to remind her.

"Of course I'm going with Cheryl, but she wouldn't mind sharing for one night. Especially for you." Meeting Toni was a blessing for you. There has never been anyone that caring for you in your life, that you could remember.

Maybe Sweet Pea, but you're still convinced that chapter of your life was over.

Unable to contain your appreciation for Toni, you tackle her in a hug before both of you collapse in a fit of laughter.

The night with Toni was enough to get your mind off him, even if it was just for the night.

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The next day at school, you finally convinced yourself to buy two tickets for you and him. With shaking hands, you handed them $150 (which is a ridiculous amount of money for a school dance) and walked away with the two pieces of paper that felt as if they weighed 100 pounds each. You shake your head to clear your thoughts before making your way into the cafeteria. Spotting Fangs at your usual table, you throw your bag down and take your seat next to him.

"Toni's not coming?"

"A 'hey Fangs, how are you!' would be nice for once." He ruffles your hair to accompany his remark. "But no, she stopped by to tell us she's eating with Cheryl today. If you weren't late, you wouldn't have missed it. Where were you?" He acts with a joking accusatory tone.

"I just bought two tickets. For the dance." You say nervously to Fangs, presenting them on the lunch table to him.

"Two? Y/n, I'm flattered, but Keller already asked me."

"Not for you, idiot." You scold him. "Toni convinced me to ask Sweet Pea." Telling your plan to anyone other than Toni scares you even more, it makes the situation more real.

"Shit, seriously? Good for you y/l/n! Making moves!" He playfully shoves you, and you immediately respond with an annoyed whine followed by a punch to his arm. "You need to work on your punch." He teases again, despite his arm already throbbing in pain. "Anyway, when are you going to ask him?"

"I was thinking today? At lunch, whenever he comes. I just want to get it over with. Worst case scenario he says no, then I don't go to the dance. No biggie." You make it seem as if asking your long term crush to prom wasn't the only thing on your mind for the last week.

"And you'll be out $150 for those overpriced tickets. You don't have to worry about that though," he quickly adds, "he's going to say yes. Why wouldn-"

"Fangs, no offense, but I've been hearing this nonstop from Toni for the last week. I get it, he won't say no." Even if you can't stop telling yourself he wouldn't go to the school dance with you.

"Jeez, sorry!" Fangs apologizes, voice dripping with sarcasm. You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Did you and Keller get tickets yet?" You ask, wanting to quickly change the subject.

"Nah, I'll probably text him tonight to figure it out. It's not-"

"Break it up, lovebirds, we're in public." A deep voice suddenly interrupts their conversation. You jump away from Fangs in shock of the sudden appearance of another person. Slowly turning around, you make eye contact with the cause of your conflicts for the past week. The sudden eye contact causes your cheeks to burn red. You quickly move the tickets off the table on to your lap.

"We were just talking about the dance." You manage to finally choke out.

"The dance? What about it?" He seats himself across from you and Fangs, looking very disinterested in your conversation. You're ready to back out, but Fangs encouraging hand on your back gives you all the courage you need for the next five seconds.

"Are you going?" Fangs initiates the asking for you. Unfortunately, he just gets a shrug as a response while he starts pulling out his lunch.

"Sweet Pea?" He pauses rummaging through his bag to look up at you.

"Why do you look like you're going to puke?" Is all he says in response. You don't feel it, but you're sure Fangs kicked him under the table.

"Nervous, I guess." You mumble.

"For what?" Now or never.

"Would you want to go to the dance with me?" You clutch the tickets in your shaking hands as Fangs watches anxiously.

However, none of you expected him to burst out laughing.

"Are you serious y/l/n? To the dance? You and me?" He's laughing so hard that it shakes the table. "Shit I'll take you out to Pop's if you're still that hung up over me, but you and me at a school dance?"

"Dude..." Fangs says in shock, wanting to scold him.

He was right. You do feel like you're about to puke. You force out a little fake laugh before grabbing your bag.

"No, I just wanted to see your reaction." You keep laughing through your words to avoid bursting out in tears. "I forgot I had to talk to a teacher, see you guys!" You hurry away from the table and rush to the nearest bathroom. There wasn't an immediate urge to cry, but the humiliation of ever facing Sweet Pea or even Fangs again brings up the urge to puke again.

You kind of expected him to say no, so this shouldn't be so shocking.

After taking a few deep breaths to collect yourself, you step out of the bathroom, almost crashing into Fangs.

"Y/n! Are you okay? Do you want me to get Toni?"

"Fangs, don't worry about it." The emotionless expression of your face kind of scares him. "Like I said, no biggie, right?" The bell ringing interrupts your conversation. "I'll see you later Fangs, but seriously, everything's good. Thanks for being there for me." You hurry away from him, wanting a place to just put your head down for a little.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, so you rush to leave Riverdale High before you're forced to interact with anyone. You hop on your motorcycle and speed home as fast as you can.

You collapse on your bed as soon as you enter your home, wanting to sleep the day away, before you remember the mountain of homework you still have.

A furious groan leaves you before you empty the contents of your bag on your desk, and get started.

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Nearing eight at night, a loud banging outside your door forces your attention away from your assignments. You peek out the window to make sure whoever is outside is safe, and all you see is Sweet Pea, almost looking like a child who was just scolded.

You sigh deeply, preparing yourself for this conversation, before opening the door.

"Hey, y/l/n. Can we talk?" He stands nervously outside your door, hands deep in his pocket.

"What about?" You're leaning against the door frame, not wanting to let him in.

"...about what happened?"

"Nothing happened, Pea. Don't worry about it. Was that all?" He spends a few seconds just staring at you. "Sweet Pea, I have some homework to finish up. If you have nothing else to say then-"

"No I do! Just listen! About the dance, Fangs said you already bought tickets? For both of us?" He asks, a little scared of your response.

"Yeah, I did. It doesn't really matter. I gave them to Keller." Sweet Pea isn't used to you talking this coldly to him. Yes, you haven't been the closest friends for a while, and you do naturally have a icy tone of voice, but you've never necessarily sounded bored while talking to him.

"Is he paying you back?"

"Sweet Pea, I really don't care. It doesn't matter. If you're here because Toni or Fangs forced you too or you just feel bad, really don't worry about it. I'm over it." Another awkward silence washes over them as he isn't too sure how to respond at this point.

"Can I explain myself? Just give me five minutes-"

"You don't have to explain yourself. You don't need to go to a stupid dance with me. You know I don't even like dances, I just wanted to try something new." He notices your tone softened a little, but he still feels the need to explain.

"Y/n, I didn't say no because I don't like you."

"You didn't say no. You laughed in my face for three minutes till Fangs told you to cut it out."

"Right, that. But I didn't do that because I don't like you!" It's your turn to be at a loss for words. "Look, y/n, you know I'm not good at feelings or talking, but I'm really sorry. Even if we drifted for the last couple years, you've always been my closest friend. I never stopped caring about you." He steps closer to you, making you put your head down to avoid looking at him. "I'm sorry for laughing. Asking me to a dance took a lot of balls."

He stops to take your face in his hands, forcing eye contact, "I didn't laugh because going to a dance with you was unappealing. I said no because dances are unappealing. I thought we both thought that. And if you still want to go, hell I have no problem buying us tickets and renting a suit I know I'm only going to wear for the night, I'll even buy those stupid flowers, I'll do all that shit for you. But, we don't need a dance." The look of confusion on your face urges him to continue. "I mean, we can do all that shit without an occasion. Even if you just want to dress up and go to Pop's, I'm down." Tears brim your eyes, but you're not too sure why. "Was it something I said? Why're you crying, dummy." His teasing just feels so normal. You go to wipe them away, but he beats you to it. "Are you going to say something or am I going to stand outside looking like an-"

In a short burst of courage, you cut him off with a kiss. He steps back in shock, but doesn't take too long to respond. He fully wraps his arms around you, and it feels safe. You both walk backwards, lips never disconnecting. Sweet Pea roughly kicks the door shut before you two collapse on the couch. He leans on his elbows on top of you and he can't stop the stupid smile that spreads across his face from staring at you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He jokingly asks.

"Maybe." You tease back, pressing another kiss to his lips. "Take me out to Pop's then we'll see."

"I can do that." He smartly responds. Sweet Pea rolls off you, but still keeps his arms wrapped around you.

"And you were right."

"I'm always right, but what specifically?" You lightly punch him on the shoulder before laughing at his response.

"We don't need a dance." He stares at you lovingly before pulling you even closer. "I think we still have a lot to talk about," you pause for a second to see if he'll object, which he doesn't, "but I'm happy like this."

"Me too." He responds sweetly.

You spent the night catching up on the last four years of your lives, wrapped up in each others arms, with stupid jokes and sweet kisses.

Neither of you needed a dance to feel the love that night.