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forever-rogue · 4 years

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With the razor crest destroyed, din no longer has that tiny closet(?) to sleep in. Imagine when grogu goes, din and you take a break and go to Naboo just to relax, process things and live in a villa retreat. He just cherishes you and loves you desperately like no other cos he can’t lose you too. You guys enjoy all the spaceand peace you have but can’t help missing the little green bean 🥺😭

Did someone say hurt & comfort hours? Because I believe that’s in order. Please enjoy. I am...crying. 🥺🥺

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader; warnings: S2 Finale Spoilers!

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"Din?" his name was soft - reverent - as you stirred from slumber. Stretching, you reached across the plush bed to reach for your riduur, but instead of his warm, soft body, you found nothing. Emptiness. Sighing lightly, you realized the sheets were long cold. Again.

Pulling the soft, plush blankets back, you slipped out of the bed. You pulled on your discarded robe before striding over to the balcony where you could see his exhausted frame. He was leaning over the stone railing, head hung low as he clasped his hands together, almost as if he was praying to something - anything.

Maybe he was. Maybe he was praying to Maker to keep him safe. You safe. To figure out everything that had happened in the last several weeks. Everything he had ever known and come to know was crumbling apart right in front of him. Except you; his rock, his partner, his everything.

Din Djarin had never been a religious man, not unless, of course, it was something to do with his creed. But even that was out the window now.

He had so many questions, and yet so few answers. All he had now was you. And it was enough, more than enough.

You grounded him, enveloped him in a sense of peace and warmth in the chaos that seemed to rule his life. He was sure you were the only thing between sanity and him giving up and becoming an unholy mess at the moment.

"Din," you whispered his name to keep from startling him. He remained silent, unmoving as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms his waist before resting your head on his shoulder, "my light and stars. You weren't in bed."

"Couldn't sleep," he murmured as he put a hand onto top of yours, the cool metal of his wedding band almost burning your skin as he offered a gentle squeeze to your hand. You mumbled something inaudible before pressing a few kisses to the bare golden skin of his shoulder.

"I know, Din," you said softly, "but you need to try and rest. You haven't slept much in weeks."

"Yes," you felt his shoulders slump as he exhaled slowly, "its just...its..."

"I know," you admitted quietly, "I know its hard right now. So hard. But it will be okay, he will be okay. This is not...this is not the end. We will see him again, Din. He is our son."

Your Mandalorian remained silent for a few moments, but you could hear his breathing grow ragged, and his inhales and exhales become more sporadic. It was quiet, only the soft sounds of the waves of the lake slapping into sand and the singing of songbirds could be heard. Eventually, you heard a few sniffles before feeling a few tears spill onto your hand.

"Shhh," you soothed him, stroking your thumb over the back of his hand. You hummed softly under your breath as you held him, wishing you could take his pain and hurt away. You were grieving too, the sorrow and pain ran deep, but you knew it wasn't forever. And right now you needed to he strong for him, for him and yourself, for Grogu.

"I'm..." he stopped himself as you kissed the back of his neck, squeezing him as tightly as possibly to let him know just how loved he was.

"Its okay, my love," you promised softly, "let it go, let it all out. Its not good to hold it all in."

And so he did. He let himself weep, to cry with reckless abandon as he turned around in your arms and engulfed you in his own, swallowing you up as he clung onto as though his life depended on it. Burrowing his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, you reached up and carded a hand through his dark curls. Rocking him back and forth softly, you rubbed his back in calming motions, and offered him tender words of reassurance, much as you would have done for your little one.

In that moment you radiated nothing but love onto him, trying to convey how much he meant to you, how he was the brightest star in your galaxy, how everything would be okay.

Eventually, his heart wrenching sobs turned to quiet sniffles, and after a time you were once again met with nothing but the tranquil stillness of nature.

Din pulled back from you, his large hands finding your face as he studied your features. Your hands went to his wrists as you held onto them gently. He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, "thank you mesh'la. I love you more than you will ever know."

"I love you too, Brown Eyes," you offered him a small smile as he eyes crinkled softly with the ghost of a smile, "you know I love you with all of my heart. You are everything to me, Din."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted softly as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He brought his hands down to your waist as you gently wiped away the remnants of his tears, "I can't lose you. Not after..."

"You didn't lose him, Din," you insisted, "this was what we knew might happen all along. The bond the two of you share is immeasurable. You will always find your back to each other. I swear it - and I will be by your side always. We’re a family, and that means no matter how great the distance or time, in the end we will always be together.”

"It hurts," he admitted with a shaky breath as you offered a nod in understanding, "when will it stop hurting? I don't want to feel like this forever. I thought it would get better.”

“I wish I had an answer for you,” you wrapped him back up in your touch, “it’s going to hurt, and that’s okay, it’s normal. But it won’t always be like this; it will get better and easier, but the most important thing is that you remember that what you did, the choice he made, was the right thing. You didn’t do anything bad or wrong, even though it might feel like that now.”

“I know,” he agreed with the smallest of smiles as he kissed the side of your, “this was my mission from the start....and he chose to reach out to the Jedi.”

“He did,” you concluded, “but that he doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be with you, or that he didn’t love you, or stop thinking of you as his father. He needs to do this for himself too.”

“You must think me foolish for getting so attached.”

“Never,” you promised sharply, turning his face so he was looking at you, “experiencing emotion is not a shameful thing. You loved - love - him, Din, and he feels the same. There is nothing wrong with opening your heart and loving. Look at us; did you ever think we’d end up here?”

“No,” he sniffled quietly as you laughed at the memory of your first encounter with Din Djarin, “you tried to blast me to pieces and then knocked me out.”

“I thought you were an intruder and I was trying to protect myself,” you insisted with a kiss to his cheek, “my point is that its okay to love and sometimes it is scary and daunting, but its okay. Love is...its everything. And with it, we’ll get through anything. You taught him so much and he did the same to you.”

“He did...before him, before you, I didn’t think I would ever...” he stopped and caught your gaze, his soft,dark eyes looking at with such intensity, but still so much vulnerability, “we’ll get him back. One day. And no matter how long it is, it doesn’t anything. We’ll always be aliit.”

“Exactly,” you agreed, scratching gently at his scalp as he keened into your touch, “family is everything, you know this. Besides, your story... his story is far from over. There is still much left to do in this life.”

“I think I’d like a long break first,” for the first time in weeks, since he’d made his tearful goodbye to Grogu, you hear him laugh. A genuine, warm, full bodied laugh. The sound was enough to make your heart warm and settle down in your chest. It was a beautiful sound that you had desperately missed, and hearing it was again set everything right in the galaxy. You hummed in agreement as you let him hold you and rested your head against his chest, “I’d like to spend some time alone with my riduur. To rest. To relax - to breathe.”

“We have all the time in the galaxy, Din,” you promised, “we can stay here as long as we want.”

“I like that,” he agreed, kissing the crown of your head, “besides, who knows what hellish adventure awaits whenever we decide to rejoin the world?”

“It’s never a dull day for Din Djarin, or should I say my Mand’alor?” you teased as you started to reached for his hands to pull him back inside so he could actually rest.

“Oh no,” he groaned jokingly, “please, not you too.”

“I jest,” you insisted as he let you pulled him inside, “if you’re the ruler of anything, you’re my King, Din. I am yours, always and forever.”

“I like the sound of that,” he sighed contentedly, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din.

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dindjarindiaries · 4 years

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Mandoctober - October 27: Stranded

summary: When the Crest breaks down on a snow planet, you find yourself in desperate need of warmth—as does the Mandalorian.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: pure fluff

rating: G

word count: 1.269k

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october 27: stranded

It’s absolutely humiliating, the way you were brought onto the crew of the Razor Crest as a mechanic yet can’t seem to find out why the ship’s chosen to break down here. The Mandalorian doesn’t blame you. He never does.

“She’s old,” the Mandalorian insists, giving the cold metal wall inside the hull a firm slap—causing the suffering vessel to groan. “Sometimes, she just needs time.”

The Mandalorian goes on to explain that it’s the blizzard you’ve run into on this planet. He’d gone out on a quick hunt, but almost as soon as he’d returned, the blizzard began. When he’d tried to get the ship started up, the Crest just bucked—and no matter what you both tried to do, she wouldn’t let up. Now, you have to wait out the storm, hopefully getting the Crest back into action once it ends.

But no power on the ship means no heat. And no heat within metal walls means freezing cold temperatures. The first few hours were hard, but bearable. You’ve already given the baby all your spare blankets, not wanting him to be cold as you tuck him into his pram tightly. Thankfully, that seems to be enough, and you’ve secured his pram closed to keep the heat trapped inside.

Now, hours later, you’re left with no blankets and no additional clothing—leaving you to shiver so harshly that your teeth start to chatter.

You’ve been sitting alone in your compartment in the hull, keeping your arms wrapped around you as you watch your breath fog up in the small space. You figure the Mandalorian’s probably trying to keep himself warm in his own compartment. His armor had frozen up completely when he’d been trying to help you repair the Crest, and you know that couldn’t have helped his own body temperature to stay warm. You can feel your nose stinging with the cold, your fingers turning to ice as they grip numbly at your upper arms.

Suddenly, the door to your compartment opens, and you look up to see the Mandalorian tilting his helmet down at you. He’s still completely armored, the beskar starting to freeze over even inside the walls of the Crest. Slowly, he kneels in front of you, his elbow resting upon one of his knees as he seemingly observes you. “You’re cold,” he says, his modulated voice calculated.

You nearly chuckle as you raise an eyebrow. “J-Just a l-little,” you stutter through your chattering, wishing you could make it stop but being unsuccessful.

The Mandalorian tilts his helmet at you again. “Where are your blankets?”

“T-The baby has them.”

The Mandalorian pauses, his helmet starting to straighten back out as his gloved hand flexes into a fist and loosens itself again. “Bid kandosii'la,” he finally speaks, his modulated voice low. So amazing. You’d ask him to translate if your chattering wasn’t getting in the way. “I have blankets in my compartment.” He reaches out his gloved hand to you as he stands back up. “Come.”

You try not to let your face heat up at his proposition, accepting his hand and letting him help you up. As he leads you to the upper deck of the Crest, you try to contain the sudden fluttering in your chest. Though you and the Mandalorian haven’t spoken much and you’ve only been a part of his crew for some time, you’ve found yourself taken with him. The idea of being led to his compartment enthralls you in a way you know it shouldn’t—especially when this situation truly banks on your survival.

Still, your heart rate picks up when he takes you inside the compartment, encouraging you to sit down on his makeshift bunk as he kneels beside it. He gathers the blankets in his gloved hands, beginning to help you set them around your shivering figure. You find it hard to meet his visor as he works, feeling shy and as taken with him as ever. This is the real side of the Mandalorian you’ve gotten to witness in your time spent with him so far—though you’ve usually seen his softness towards the child. Now, he’s extending the same treatment to you, causing you to bite back a smile as he works.

“Comfortable?” the Mandalorian asks, his rasp nearly giving out with how softly the word is uttered. You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat and the chattering of your teeth as the Mandalorian gives you a satisfied nod. But when the Mandalorian moves to stand up, you start to panic, forcing yourself to form words as you look at him.

“M-Mando?” you call, keeping your voice gentle in your shyness. His visor immediately meets your gaze again, proving that you’ve got his full attention as you continue. “H-How will you stay w-warm?”

The Mandalorian releases a gentle and hesitant breath, his gloved fingers curling at his side before he answers. “If… it’s okay, I’ll join you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. You can feel your heart practically sing as you smile at him and nod. “T-That’s fine.”

The Mandalorian nods, beginning to turn away again as you watch his gloved hands reach for his pieces of armor. He pauses, looking at you again with a tilt to his helmet. “My armor is… very cold. Is it all right if—?”

“Don’t worry, Mando,” you assure him, your chattering starting to subside the more you stay huddled beneath his blankets. “Do what you m-must.”

After giving you another nod, the Mandalorian returns back to what he was doing, removing his armor piece-by-piece until he’s left with his helmet and the clothes that he wears beneath the beskar. When he’s finished, he turns back towards you, slowly settling himself down until he’s shuffling beside you on the bunk. You offer him part of the blankets, which he takes in one of his gloved hands as he wraps them over his shoulders—just like you. Your side is pressed against his, now, the warmth that radiates from him nearly making you sigh in relief as you find yourself leaning closer to him. His helmet looks over at you, the close proximity of it causing you to hold your breath. “Better?” he asks softly, the sound barely passing through his modulator.

You nod, beaming up at him. “Thank you, Mando,” you say, fighting the urge to lay your weary head upon his shoulder.

But, he seems to notice this, giving his helmet a quick shake as he shuffles closer to you. “You… You can rest your head on me. It’s all right.”

You swallow hard, trying to bite back a smile as you do what he says. It all feels natural as your head meets the cloth of his shoulder, his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulders and keep you steady. With the heat of his body pressed up against yours and the gentle motions of his thumb that he runs along your arm, you find your eyelids fluttering closed, your body melting even more into his as a result.

“You can sleep,” the Mandalorian assures you, his modulated voice still soft as ever. You begin to do what he says, not forgetting the feeling of your heart bursting in your chest nor the words he utters just before you’re taken under sleep’s spell. “Ni ven tayli nadala, cyar’ika.” I will keep you warm, sweetheart.

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scrbls-of-women-blog · 5 years

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 4 years

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Sunshine

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x gn!reader

Rating: PG-13 for character death

Warnings: character death, angst, pain (I know it’s all the same but you need to be super warned)

Word Count: 516

Author’s Notes: This just happened one day. I was sad and welp here it is. Enjoy and feedback is always welcomed. Gif credit to @pascalisthepunkest Also to my tag list I hope it is okay I tagged you all in this. If you want to opt out on future angst of this level let me know and if you want to be tagged in any future fics please let me know!

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Jack heard the familiar melody being hummed through the cracked door of his home office. He smiled slightly to himself at the sound the song you constantly picked to hum or sing when you did things around the house. If any other song failed you it was always there to fill your mind and the shared home. Jack slowly got up and quietly stepped to see you in the kitchen your hums now words as you worked on dinner. He was stealthy as he came up behind you and let his voice join yours as he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you swayed around the kitchen singing the song to one another before ending it with a kiss.

All too many times this had happened. Jack bought you things with the lyrics engraved or printed across it. It has more or less became your song. The one the two of you seemed to now share. Your mother had sang it to you, you now shared it to him and one day he prayed he would get to sing it to your children. Life sometimes doesn’t work that way.

The pain was all too much for Jack too bare but he had to hang on for you. He had to look into your eyes one last time and see your beautiful face. The thought of leaving you alone in the world made him fight all the more harder ever though he already knew.

Your phone had dropped to the floor, you had never rushed around so fast and drove so fast with absolutely no care. You ran as quick as you could, shaking and on the verge of sickness. This wasn’t happening. No. He couldn’t be ripped away from you not yet. Not when you had your whole lives ahead of you. You were just getting started.

Eyes full of sorrow watched you as you slowly walked into the room. There he was and you knew the second you saw him. The tears bubbled up and spilled down your cheeks. You let yourself let out a few sobs at his still form. His chest still rose and feel but just barley. The heart monitor at a slow beep. The rest of the room was excused to give the two of you your last moments together. You climbed onto the bed without hesitation and you pulled Jack into your arms. You were careful not to hurt him. His head feel to your chest and his eyes fluttered open. You held him and he reached up to grasp at you. You started to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

As you sang the last line the heart monitor went into a long beep and he slipped away from you. You sat there and sobbed as you held him. You kept try to sing to him like it would bring him back but it never would. Your sunshine had been taken away.

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babyboiboyega · 5 years

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01. Anakin Skywalker Imagine

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Imagine: “Imagine Anakin saving your life but accidentally hurting you in the process”

Content: angst, injury, that slowly morphs into a small fluff

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REQUEST BY ANONYMOUS: hey doll! I enjoy your writings very much (especially your Star Wars ones! Finn needs more love)! I wanna request a clone wars!Anakin x reader imagine! Angst g a l o r e please. they're all in a battle on a planet and the reader is too distracted to see an enemy coming up behind her and it's too late for her to move out of theway bUt Anakin see's and uses the Force to push her out of the way, but he accidentally pushes her too hard and she gets hurt and he feels super guilty about it??thanksbby!

I hope you liked this, anonymous, along with everyone else who reads it!

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You had just enough time to turn around and see his face, full of fear, and his hand reaching for you before you were airborne, an unseen force hitting you square in the chest. Your weapon flew from your hand and landed somewhere unseen, and you followed not far behind.

The ground seemed to rush up to greet you before you landed hard, hearing a resounding ‘pop’ and feeling an intense pain flare around your shoulder. There was an audible thunk as your head hit the ground, your vision instantly starting to swim, making the face that appeared above you blurry. You tuned in just enough to see Anakin’s mouth moving, but you couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in your ears.

His hands reaching for you was the last thing you saw before darkness consumed your vision, and along with it went your consciousness.

“Y/N. Y/N, can you hear me?” As much as you enjoyed his voice, the sound of it did nothing but send sharp pains shooting through your head, making you wince. His voice paused as a groan left your mouth, your head turning to the side in an effort to get rid of the stiffness in your neck. Soon after, you felt a hand gently land on yours, squeezing it lightly.

“Y/N…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I didn’t mean for you to get hurt, I just wanted to push you out of the way.” No matter how badly your head hurt, the regret and remorse in his voice compelled your eyes to open. The lights around you stung your eyes, but you didn't dare close them; instead, choosing to look him right in the eyes.

“Anakin, you do know that I’m alive because of you?” The look on his face didn’t change an inch as he continued to look at you, slightly shaking his head at your words. If you had the energy, you could’ve sat up and screamed in his face that it wasn’t his fault; knowing him, it would take that and more.

“Don’t shake your head at me.” The stubbornness in your voice drew a little smile from him, being well acquainted with this tone. “Please tell me you do know that, right? And I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, Anakin. You did what you had to do, and I’m alive because of it. Now I don’t want to hear anymore self-blame, or I’ll have Obi-Wan lecture you for the rest of the day.”

Anakin’s eyes widened at your threat and his head quickly shook. Both of his hands captured yours in a gentle grip.

“I’d much rather stay here and keep you company, if you don’t mind, of course.” Your body may have been in pain, but the thought of having Anakin’s company for the rest of the day almost took your mind off of it. You nodded without hesitation.

“I wouldn’t mind it at all, Anakin.”

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Again, I hope you all enjoyed this imagine! Amid all of the Corona news and anxiety going around, I just wanted to put something out that’ll hopefully give someone a little joy, EVEN if it’s the slightest amount!

We’ll be alright, yall. Just remember to wash. yo. hands. Warm water, soap, and for 20 seconds (or the equivalency of singing happy birthday twice). If youre tired of “Happy Birthday”, you can sing the choruses of “Love on Top” by Queen Bey or “Africa” by Toto! Just a little information that we all probably (hopefully) know, but theres nothing wrong with a little reminder.

Stay safe, yall! And please like, reblog, and/or comment; it’ll be greatly appreciated!

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eligarciamar · 5 years

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Say, I'm thinking 'bout her every second, every hour Do my singing in the shower Picking petals off the flowers like Do she love me, do she love me not? I ain't a player, I just crush a lot 🎶🎵 #bigsean #arianagrande #theway #selfie #bluehair #bluehairdontcare #december https://www.instagram.com/p/B5rEAyyF3dG/?igshid=19rt7fess55e8

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Hi! I have a request and whenever/ if u get to it I’d be super happy😊 it’s been a rough week and I would love a Javi fic where he wakes up next to you and it dawns on him that he loves you, and some fluff or smut ensues 👀? Have a great day!

I love this - I went with some fluff, because I am feeling soft. Here we are, some gentle, soft, and introspective Javi.

Javier x Fem!Reader; no warnings

Javier Masterlist

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He came home late. Again. For the millionth time this week - rather this month. Year?

He always insisted that you didn't have to wait up for him but it didn't matter - you always tried anyway. For the days when you were able to stay up and welcome him home into your arms, he always seemed to ease up and melt into your touch. It wasn’t much, you never thought it was, but to him it was everything. To be able to come home to your smiling face, especially after a day out in the field was better than anything he could imagine. You were the singular, bright light in his dark and desperate world, reminding him that no matter what horrors he witnessed, there was always some good in this world. That no matter how bad of a man he felt, how evil and corrupt, you made him feel like that he wasn’t just filled with aching blackness. He was a good man and he was doing good things.

The way you’d whisper his name as he walked into your shared apartment was always reverent, gentle, but firm, a catalyst to ground him and drag him out of his DEA head-space. Sometimes, you’d have dinner ready and waiting, almost as if you could sense when he’d be back, cracking a cold beer open for him as he sat down before gently kissing him.

Other days when it would be late - too late - you’d meet him at the door and pull him along to the bathroom where you ran hot water filled with gently perfumed oils and stripped him of his clothes before guiding him into the tub. Sometimes you joined him, when he’d reach for you with eager hands and let you lay on his chest as he spoke about his day and got it off his mind; other times he just wanted the touch of your skin on his as you laid together in silence. Some nights you sat on the edge of the tub as you held his hand, telling him about your day, or something random, followed by washing his hair and body for him. It was something you enjoyed doing and he often did the same for you. He never verbalized just how much it meant to him, but you knew, you could always tell when he’d look at you with those soft chocolate, glossy with unshed tears before he kissed you.

There were a hundred million ways that you told him you loved him without ever saying a word. Your actions always spoke volumes, and sometimes they overwhelmed him so much, he’d retreat into himself and go off into his head. Sometimes he was convinced that he didn’t deserve this - you - any of it. That he was masquerading around and had you fooled and thinking he was a decent human. But even in those times, you let him go, didn’t push or pull too much. And you went back to showing him in all the ways you could that you loved him. That you needed him as much as he needed you. That he was your everything.

But this particular evening, he came home extra late. The stakeout had gone on longer than he intended and he wanted nothing more than to come home and crawl into bed and into your arms.

By the time he entered the apartment and tossed his keys, badge, gun, and wallet onto the side table, he knew you were asleep. You weren’t there to greet him in person, but in your place was a scrawled note on the counter top.

Javi - dinner is in the fridge - I made your favorite. Eat and take a hot bath (I insist) and then come to bed. Tomorrow’s your day off and I want you to rest. Te amo.

An overwhelming sense of warmth started in his core and spread throughout his body as he read over your words. Never in his life had he expected to be part of this level of domesticity, but fuck - it sure felt nice. He ran a finger over your gently scrawled words before tucking the note safely away into the pocket.

Just as you instructed, he went to the fridge and pulled out the plate you had prepared for him, heating it up while he got a beer and flicked on the television to quietly listen to some rerun of an old movie. As he ate, he listened to your soft snores coming from the bedroom as he smiled to himself. He knew he loved you, hell, he’d known that for a long, long time, but it had never really hit him just how damn much. It was the little things, and the big, that had him falling for you, over and over again. And - gods, he was completely smitten with you, overwhelmed and all consumed by you.

He finished his plate and beer, going to set them in the sink before deciding against it and washing the few items up and tucking them in the cabinet. It wasn’t much, but he wanted to do it so you wouldn’t have to. Padding to the bathroom, he sneaked a quick peek at your sleeping form before smiling and stepping inside and turning on the tap for the hot water. He filled it with oils and bubbles, just as you always did, before stripping and sliding into the warm, blissful water. A low groan escaped his lips as he already felt the tension leave his body; you had been right - this was exactly what he needed.

He took his time to wash his dark locks, to scrub himself free of any of the stress and grim, both literal and metaphorical, from the long day he’d had. He was off for a few days now and he wanted to start anew, to have a couple of fresh, clean days to get lost in you, to get lost in the simple pleasure of a normal life. It was nice sometimes, to get a reprieve from the constant darkness. One day, you promised him, this would be an everyday thing. And he couldn’t wait.

Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he got out and dried himself off and grabbed the clean pajamas you had laid out for him before crawling under the covers to join, taking care not to disturb your slumber.

But it was no use; as soon as you felt him slip into bed, you whispered his name with a smile tugged across your features. Your eyes didn’t open as you held your arms open and motioned for him to come to you. He eagerly complied as he let you wrap him up in your arms, pulling him tightly against your chest before tangling your legs with his. Javi made a small sound of content as he buried his face in your neck, pressing a few kisses to your soft skin before yawning and feeling the sweet call of slumber win him over.

“I love you, Dulzura,” it was a soft whisper - a promise - a reminder that even if he didn’t verbalize as often as he should, it was true.

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By the time he woke up the next morning, or rather later that morning, the sun was shining brightly through the sheer curtains, the chirping of birds and the excited shouts of children reaching his ears. Javier moved to reach for you, but found your side of the bed empty. He huffed lightly, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin on his, but his despair was quickly turned upside down.

The delicious smell of cooking - bacon, coffee, pancakes - met his nose as he listened to you softly singing along to whatever was playing on the radio. Suddenly his world stopped as he realized with a burning intensity that this - you - were his everything. It was overwhelming and nearly bowled him over as he realized that he already had everything he could ever want.

As if you sensed that he was awake, you padded down the hallway and poked your head into the bedroom to find him grinning back at you.

“Good morning mi amor,” you beamed at him, that soft, gentle smile that still managed to make him weak in the knees. God, that smile had won him over within about five seconds of meeting you. You stepped in and walked over to him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. Javi reached up and grabbed your face, holding you against his lips as he savored your sweet, saccharine taste. He traced over your features, studying you closely as his eyes softened, “what’s wrong, Javi?”

“Nothing,” he promised with another soft kiss, “I’m just happy. What a sight to wake up to.”

“I’m happy too,” you promised him, “I’m glad you got some rest, but now go back to sleep, it’ll be a little bit before everything is ready.”

“I’m wide awake now,” he insisted as he sat up and you ran a hand through his messy locks.

“Was I being too loud?” you frowned, hoping you weren’t the cause.

“No,” he promised softly, “I got enough rest. Let me help you - “

“It’s okay, Javi,” you insisted, “I want to do this, besides, it’s your day off. Let me take care of you.”

“I love you, dulzura,” he said suddenly, reaching for your hand before you could get away, “I know I don’t tell you enough, or show you, but please just know, I love you more than you will ever know.”

“I know Javier,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “I know you do. You prove that to me every day, even if you don’t realize it. I love you too.”

“Let me come and help make breakfast,” he moved to slide out of the bed and stand up, stretched as he did so.

“Javier, you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” he promised gently, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you into his chest, “really. And maybe this afternoon we can go to the beach. Just you and me. What do you say dulzura?”

“I’d like that Javi,” you grinned at him as touched his cheek, getting lost in those soft brown eyes, “I’d like that a lot.”

“And I like you a lot - I love you always, even if I don’t say it enough,” he insisted, “you have my heart, now and forever.”

“And you have mine, Javier. Always.”

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years

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Idea for Mechanic!Frankies first outside date. In our town there's a vintage car dealer and every spring you can enter a contest and win a ride in a vintage car, afternoon Picknick included.

So what if reader enters on a whim because she heard that Frankie enters every year and is bitter cause he loses all the time - and she wins?! but doesn't dare drive the old expensive car? Frankie to the rescue

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Just some friendly competition...and some more kissing. Also some singing in the car.

A/N: This is such a cute idea, Sonja! I love this for our favorite mechanic!

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“...and they have this contest where you can win a ride in a classic car. I enter every year and I never win,” Frankie tells you, voice slightly muffled since he’s under your car.

“Well, I’d love to go with you,” you say and he rolls out from beneath your car.

“Really?” The smile on his face grows as you nod.

“Yeah.” You help him to his feet and laugh. “You got a little grease...right...here.” You wipe the tip of his nose but that only seems to add more. You look at your hands and scoff. They must have gotten dirty when you helped him up.

“Every time,” Frankie says. “Sorry.” He takes out his rag and tries his best to wipe your hands clean.

“It must be our thing,” you tease.

“Our thing?”

“Yeah, you know how a couple in movies or TV always have a certain thing that happens between them?” You jump slightly when he looks up quickly.

“Couple?” he asks.

“Y-Yes...couple. This can be our...thing,” you say with a smile.

“You’re gonna be completely covered in grease if I keep this up.” He moves in for a kiss and you gladly meet him halfway.

“I don’t mind.” You two stay close to each other, both in a dreamlike state. “Thanks for coming by to check on my car.”

“No problem but I really didn’t see anything wrong,” he admits.

“I know.” You giggle when he realizes that you just wanted to see him outside of work again.

“So, I’ll pick you up on Saturday around noon. That okay?” he asks as you walk him back to his truck.

“That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” You close the truck door after he climbs in then he leans out the window to kiss you.

“See you then.” He tips his cap and starts the car, waving once more before driving off.

-Saturday-

The car show is bustling just as you expected--the weather is warm and the sun is out so everyone is looking to get out. You and Frankie walk side by side not exactly holding hands but every now and then your hands brush up against the other’s and you look and smile.

“Hey Frankie!” someone calls and Frankie excuses himself to go talk to his friend. You walk over to where you can sign up to win the ride in a vintage car and end up entering your name. You won’t win but it doesn’t hurt to try. You walk over to the car that is up for a drive this year and look at it in amazement.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Frankie asks, walking up behind you. “1969 Camaro ZL1.” He shakes his head, “Doesn’t get any better.”

“Are you gonna enter this year?” you ask, locking your arm with his.

“Nah, I’ll just stick to dreaming about driving down some long road in the desert, listening to the engine purr.” He chuckles and takes his arm from yours only to put it around your shoulder. You look at him and just admire him. He is wearing his aviators today and, you have to say, he looks goddamn good in them.

“And now for the winner of our drive and picnic contest...” A drumroll plays over the speaker and when the man says your name you freeze. Frankie looks at you, eyes wide.

“You entered? You won?!” he asks in disbelief.

“I guess so.” You’re still in shock as people around you cheer and you walk up to get the keys.

“You’re one lucky lady,” the man says and you look out at the crowd only to find Frankie. You meet his eye and smile.

“Thank you but...uh...this is for Frankie,” you say and you can see his eyebrows fly up from behind his dark shades. He pushes them up off his eyes and looks at you.

“Well, Frankie, you’re one lucky guy with an amazing girlfriend.” The man tells him to get up there and Frankie walks up in a daze. As everyone cheers, he pulls you close.

Standing by the car, Frankie still seems to be in shock.

“I believe these are yours,” you say, grabbing his hand and dropping the keys into them. “Come on.” You walk over to the passenger side and get in. He climbs in slowly and just touches the steering wheel.

“Is this real?” he asks, turning to you.

“It’s real. Start it!” you say excitedly.

He puts the key and starts the ignition. It roars to life and Frankie puts a hand over his heart. “Do you hear that?” Before he pulls onto the road, he plays around with the radio, stopping when he hears Uptown Girl playing. He turns to you with a grin and you smile back.

“Good song.” You dance in the seat a little before singing along quietly. Frankie looks over at you every chance he gets before joining in.

“And when she’s walking she’s looking so fi-i-ine. And when she’s talking she’ll say that she’s mi-i-ine,” he sings loudly and you stare at him in shock before bursting into laughter.

“You surprise me every day, Mr. Morales,” you say.

“I hope in a good way.”

“Definitely.”

He drives in silence before turning into the park and finding a nice shady spot. “We get a picnic too, remember?” He gets out and opens the trunk to find a basket already packed up for you.

“What if I was alone?” you ask.

“More food for you,” he jokes and you laugh. You walk over to a nice spot under a beautiful tree and hold the basket as he places the blanket. “Ma’am.” He gestures to the blanket and you sit.

“Why, thank you, sir.”

He sits beside you and leans against the tree. You inch closer to him until you are able to lean against him comfortably. “This is nice,” he says, taking his aviators off so you can look into his brown eyes.

“It is. Are you hungry?” you ask, reaching for the basket.

“Wait...I have something I wanna ask you.” He grabs your hand.

“Okay.”

“Earlier you, uh, said something about couples...and when the guy called me your boyfriend, you didn’t try to correct him. I was just wondering why.” He looks at you nervously.

“Why would I correct him if he was already right?” you ask him and Frankie laughs once in shock. “I mean...if that’s okay with you. If you think this is going too fast then we can just continue the way we were. No labels.”

“I haven’t done this in a while, you know?”

“I know. That’s why I said we can slow down. I don’t mind but I do want you to know that you’re the only one I’m seeing and it’ll stay that way even if we don’t make it official or anything.” You reach for the basket again and he watches you--the way the sun shines down on you, the way you smile at him, the way you do everything.

You two sit there for a little over an hour talking and eating and just enjoying each other’s company. And just like any other date, neither of you ever want it to end. He helps you pack up the basket before standing.

“Help me with the blanket?” he asks.

“Of course.” You grab the opposite end and walk up to him. When you do, he kisses you and you sigh.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says against your lips and you open your eyes.

“I’d be honored, Frankie.” You kiss him, dropping your end of the blanket to reach up and cup his face.

After a few more kisses, you two finally make it back to the car. Frankie starts it and puts his aviators back on.

“Let’s take the long way, hm?” he suggests and you nod. It may not be the long, empty road in the desert, but this is the start of road trip he can’t wait to take with you by his side.

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