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Sleeping Bag (Joel Miller x Reader)
Word count: 1.7K
Summary: you can’t get comfortable in your sleeping bag, so joel invites you into his
Tags: age gap (mostly implied), anxiety, fluff, protective/caring!joel, comfort, cuddling, sharing a sleeping bag (instead of the one bed trope lol), kissing (forehead and lips), it’s just cute short and fun
A/N: simple and quick, inspired by ep 4 when joel and ellie were in sleeping bags in the woods, but no explicit spoilers. I’ve been wanting to write for joel since episode one and finally got an idea. pretty sure more will be coming soon…
Cross-posted to ao3 • tlou masterlist • writing masterlist
After sleeping in a bed in the QZ’s for years, suddenly trying to get comfortable in a sleeping bag on the ground was proving difficult for you.
What a spoiled thought to have, right? Well, it wasn’t just that. You were out in the open woods. There could be infected anywhere. They could come for you any second. How could you close your eyes and rest peacefully knowing you were no longer behind the barrier walls?
Ellie was already asleep, you could hear her light snores. Your back was facing him, but you assumed Joel was asleep as well given his stillness. You rolled from your side to your back and sighed.
You had to sleep. You should’ve been tired. You and Joel had taken turns driving, although since you didn’t have much driving experience Joel became concerned when you began to struggle with the gear shift and mixed up the pedals (it only happened once but he couldn’t let it go). Joel had grown exhausted and didn’t want to stress you out by making you drive without him as backup/support, so you all stopped for the night. He was thoughtful like that; even if he was a bit grouchy sometimes.
You turned from your back to your other side, eyes landing on Joel. He was facing you, eyes closed, breathing steadily. The older man actually seemed to be at peace. He only looked like that when he was asleep. The moment he woke up, you knew he’d have that slight pout and furrow of his brows that you’d become accustomed to.
If Joel caught you staring, you wondered what he’d say. You could never pinpoint the way he viewed you. Friend? Daughter? Burden? You’d be way more okay with the previous two as long as it wasn’t the third. Although if you were being honest with yourself, you hoped it was none of the above.
Despite his age and his tough nature, you had a thing for Joel. Like, a thing. Feelings, attraction, affection—whatever you wanted to call it. Definitely a crush. Love? Maybe. It was a little bit confusing, but nothing in this life was simple.
Joel had taken you under his wing a while back and looked after you. He was incredibly protective and even if he wasn’t the best with expressing himself, Joel cared for you. He made you feel safe. He was there for you when you had no one else.
You rolled to your other side. Then back. Simply put, tossing and turning. The thought that you were being loud don’t even cross your mind until—
“What are you doing?” Joel’s voice caught your attention.
You let out a sigh, feeling bad that you’d woken the man up. You turned back to face him. “I can’t sleep,” you confessed.
“I can tell,” he murmured. “Do you plan on rolling around all night?”
You frowned to yourself. “I'm sorry.”
Joel exhaled softly and even in the dark, you could see the sympathy in those deep brown eyes of his. You hadn’t realized that subconsciously, you’d moved closer to him.
“It’s okay.” He had a soft spot for you, even though he’d probably deny it.
“I’ll try and be… still, I guess.” You knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. “Just go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.” That was a lie.
“No,” he decided after a moment. You furrowed your brows. “You need sleep too.”
“I can’t get comfortable,” you replied. You let a few seconds pass before adding, “…and I’m too anxious.”
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Joel promised like if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that.
It meant a lot, it really did. But you huffed out a humorless laugh and went to a worse case scenario. “You’re all the way over there. If an infected wanted to get me, it could. Before you could stop it.”
Joel was quiet for a few beats. You hadn’t meant to insult him, but it was true. It didn’t matter how safe you felt with him there. They were faster than him. Faster than anyone.
“So then come over here,” Joel offered, voice still thick with sleep. It sounded incredibly enticing.
The image of you crawling into his sleeping bag crossed your mind faster than you could stop it. You had to do a double take. “Like… scoot over there?” you tried to clarify inconspicuously.
“If you’re against sharing with me.”
So, he had meant what you’d hoped for. Your heart skipped a little beat and you swallowed.
“I’m not.”
All Joel did was hum. You unzipped your sleeping bag and left the warmth. Joel was ready and waiting when you moved over to him, enveloping you into the safety of his sleeping bag and heavy arms. You wiggled around a little bit until you got comfortable. For the first time since you’d left the QZ, it didn’t take long.
“Thank you,” you mumbled softly, trying to keep your breathing calm. Being so close to Joel was causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounded so close to your ear.
“Mmhhmm,” he hummed from deep in his throat with closed lips. You thought it was going to be left at that, but then you heard his gruff voice. “I know it’s been hard on you.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but he continued. “Even if you’re too stubborn to admit it beyond makin’ snarky comments.”
You took in a breath. He got you on that one, and you both knew it. “Since when do you know me this well?”
“Since always,” Joel pointed out. “You’re easy to read.”
“For you maybe.”
“Yeah, for me,” he agreed, sounding pleased with himself. Joel was silent for a long moment, listening to the soft rustle of your body as you gazed around your surroundings. The grass, the trees, the darkness… “I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
The sudden apology confused you. “What?”
“You’ve never been outside of the QZ before, and for good reason,” Joel started. “It’s a scary world out here and I shouldn’t have subjected you to it. I shouldn’t have brought you along.”
His voice was full of guilt that seemed to come out of nowhere, but given all he had to say you suspected he’d been carrying it since you left.
“I wanted to come with you,” you assured him. You never second guessed that decision despite everything that had happened so far. “Where is this coming from?”
“You’re scared and it’s my fault.” You could hear the deep frown in his voice.
“You’re the reason I feel safe right now,” you said without a second thought. It was true. You wanted him to know that. There was something you wanted to know too, now, and you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you not want me here?”
“I do,” Joel confessed. “That’s why I’m selfish.” There was a pause but you didn’t dare speak. “I didn’t want to be away from you.”
A wave of realization crashed over you.
You wiggled around, turning until you were facing him. You offered him a soft, delicate smile that you hoped he could see despite the dark.
“It almost sounds like you care about me. A lot,” you couldn’t help but tease.
“You know I care about you,” Joel stated, like it was the most obvious thing. Maybe he’d tried to cover it up in the past, but someone would have to be blind to not see that you meant something to Joel.
“I care about you too,” you admitted with much more ease. He knew, though.
Joel, in an uncharacteristically soft gesture, pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could hardly believe it. But it felt nice. You liked the affection. And coming from someone like Joel who never let their guard down, it was significant enough to leave you speechless.
“It’s gonna be daylight soon,” he muttered. “You should try and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, okay,” you agreed with a slight nod. “Just… one more thing.” It took everything you had to be brave enough to say that, and to do what you were going to do next.
There was basically no space between the two of you, but you managed to bring your hand up to Joel’s face and cup his jaw. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Joel didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. He took charge, but it wasn’t surprising. He had a dominating presence and was rough around the edges, you didn’t think he’d be delicate with you.
Not that you minded.
His lips moved against yours, almost in a frenzy. Like he was scared you’d slip away from him. It was so needy, so passionate. You wished you would’ve done this much, much sooner
Joel found the willpower to break away from the kiss before you. You would’ve happily lost consciousness in order to kiss him for just a few more moments. But then you’d worry him, and you hated to see Joel worry.
But you didn’t see worry when you looked into his eyes. You saw a hint of wonder. You were both staring into a new beginning as you gazed upon one another. He was panting a little, both of your soft breaths intertwining.
“You need sleep,” he reminded you.
Of course he still couldn’t drop the protector role. He wasn’t wrong about that, either. You smiled to yourself, the feel of his lips still ghosting yours despite the distance. You twisted in the sleeping bag without a word, knowing that you’d never be able to sleep facing Joel. You’d probably be too busy staring at him…
So yeah, you laid with your back to his chest and closed your eyes. His arms held you tight against his firm body. Not only providing warmth, but security as well.
“Goodnight,” Joel mumbled to you, already dozing back off. You could hear the soft smile in his voice despite the tiredness. It seemed easier for him to sleep wherever, although you liked to think you were bringing him some kind of comfort as well. With the way he held you against him it wouldn’t be an unrealistic thought.
“Goodnight, Joel,” you replied softly, finally able to relax your breathing. The feel of Joel’s body pressed against you, his strong arms around you—it felt like a dream. Safe and sound, away from the dangers that lie not far off. And soon enough, you were finally able to close your eyes and fall into a peaceful sleep.
too cute can’t handle this😭
now i'm dreaming about holding Kid's hand weeks after a match and with no fights in sight just him nearly healed from what was once never ending violence
Peace in Your Touch
Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader Word count: 1.3K Warning: Really just a fluffy little fic! Mentions of canonical past violence. A/n: Sorry for how long this took! I hope you enjoy it! I think this is a little bit of a different style to some of the other fics but I hope everyone enjoys this. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Please validate me beautiful people🫶
A gentle hum buzzes in the air outside, it’s relaxing and pleasant. There’s not a lot else to steal you away from his presence, it’s all that there is right now and it’s what you love. You’d spend your whole life cuddling into him if you could, he wouldn’t protest that, in fact, Kid would wholeheartedly welcome it.
You remember the first time you saw him, his lean body bloodied up, the awful metallic smell of blood caked to his skin and hair, it assaulted your nostrils. How his hair was damp and how the sweat glistened on his toned muscles, how it shone under those lights. It would be impossible to forget how vulnerable and frightened those big, beautiful, expressive brown eyes of his looked and how you felt butterflies in your stomach when seeing the perfect set of lashes he had to frame them.
It was a contrast to now, the man laying down with you, your sweet pillow, quietly humming as he caressed your forearm with the most gentle touch. There was not a drop of blood on his face, no cuts on his cheekbones, not a single bruised knuckle. You both knew there was still pain, some days would be harder than others, but that’s always how it is, isn’t it? But there was a look of warm peace in those pools of brown you always got lost in.
But still, not so long ago, you weren’t sure if it would ever end. You panicked over it, would pace and bite your nails. It was a real worry, one that made you wonder if those months ago, if the man who would come back from that seedy hotel would be anything more than a ghost to haunt you. One with blood-stained hands, bruised cheekbones, and a look of only pain.
He’d come back though. Revived somehow. Surviving the impossible, but that was in Kid’s nature after all. You knew that.
You still panicked at first, when he came through that door like the nights before you went into autopilot mode, something took over and responded to do everything right. You’d seen him with blood, fixed up more than your fair share of cuts and bruises but you’d never seen this amount of blood.
It was a terrifying time but life continued. It’s what it does, always has and always will.
There was shock and tears at the start. It had been minutes at first. Minutes when you felt the blood travelling in your veins and arteries, you could hear your heart stressfully beating in your ears. It became quiet hours as there were no words for what would happen. Those hours soon became days of finding each other's footing in this world again, then weeks of learning how to breathe, of soft kisses and affirmations in the night.
It had now been months and here you were. Cuddled into him. Your chin rests against his chest as you reach up to gently play with his soft dark strands, you can smell the coconut oil and inhale its soft scent in. You can’t help but think how much nicer it is than when it was always just blood and sweat mixing together.
You hear him let out a soft exhale and his eyes close as he relaxes into the most peaceful state possible as your fingers comb through his hair. He melts into the gentle touch, he hadn’t been met with this gentleness and kindness for so long before you. He had been touch-starved, before you had come into his life and made everything better and brighter, the only physical contact he’d received was that of closed fists, hits to wound for the cheers of a crowd.
He still is a man of few words, but each time he does you listen to make sure you can remember the curve of his mouth with each consonant and how every word sounds in his quiet, soft voice. You loved his voice, you loved it so much you’d pay for him to speak more, you’d happily sit there for a whole day to listen to him read a phone book, an appliance manual, anything. You’d happily listen, but you also knew he only spoke when something needed to be said, you could live with that. You were more than content to just hear the words he needed to say.
You watch his face as you play with his hair, he’s relaxed and he looks so beautiful with his eyes closed like that, completely lost in your gentle touch. He doesn’t say a word but they’re not needed. He’s happy, he’s calm, he feels at peace now that this cycle of never ending violence has closed. You gently trail your fingers down from his soft raven locks across his cheek, he gasps and tilts his head slightly and you watch him as his beard tickles and scratches your fingertips. It’s impossible not to smile at that feeling.
Fingers continue to run down until you meet his arm, they’re still toned and incredibly strong. He holds you in them at night and nothing has ever made you feel as safe. You reach his large hand and caress the back of it gently, you let out a hum as you feel it in yours. He blinks and watches your beautiful face as you look down at his hand, he’s never seen anyone so radiant, you shine more than the sun does for him, and you’ve kept him warm and bathed in light ever since he met you all that time ago. You keep caressing his hand as you hold it in yours, you run the pads of your index and middle fingers along his palm, tracing invisible lines, creating a map of who he is just to make sure you never lose him. “Have you ever thought about how perfectly your hand fits in mine?” He asks, his voice is a little gruff as it’s the first time he’s spoken in easily some hours.
His voice brings you slightly out of the trance you were in and you look up at his face. You smile as you look into those doe eyes that melt your heart all over again. You nod as you feel your cheeks heat up, you keep absentmindedly holding his hand and tracing patterns.
“Yes, I was just thinking about that. I think about it often.” You admit as you glance from his face back down to his hand and smile at the sight of your hands joined together.
He smiles at that, your smile is perfect. It’s everything to him, it makes him feel warm inside each time, like a light has been switched on. He rubs his thumb over your hand and lets out a small hum, it makes you smile and you watch his thumb as you cuddle into him more. Kid then brings your hand that had been holding his, up to his lips, his mouth brushes against your hand and he places a soft kiss there. You smile and feel your cheeks heat up more, he still gets such a reaction out of you with the most simple things. It makes you smile in the most silly way. After a moment his lips have left your hand and he kisses your lips, you kiss him back gently and hold his hand again as you two do. You wouldn’t have this any other way, these peaceful afternoons are perfect and they’re perfect because of him. You both provide a comfort and warmth to the other that’s needed, you both are seen and loved.
the monkey man fandom naming the nameless main character “kid”, which in doing so also tagging all fanfiction with “#kid” has got my timeline messed UP! i don’t want to see NO CHILDREN on “my tags”!!!i want to ONLY SEE the loml, dev patel in monkey man (2024) DONT MAKE IT WEIRD!!!!
my favorite animal is me when i hear the song i associated to my f/o being played in public and legitimately tweaking !
in my case: entre caníbales - soda stereo
thanks to this delicious edit 🙂↕️
Me when I see a picture of ✨The Character™✨:
OMG CHAT AFTER MONTHS (don’t look at me im desperate) OF HOPING I WOULD DREAM OF DEV PATEL THE UNIVERSE ANSWERED MY PRAYERS$3&;82$4&3& i can’t believe the delusions have bled over to the subconscious realm 😭😭
People Matching Artworks: An Unusual Photo Series By Stefan Draschan
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oh my god i get to live…… i get to listen to music and eat good food and see my friends and pet my cat and feel the sun on my face and see the stars and draw and paint and read and watch movies and shows and make stupid jokes and smile at strangers when something crazy happens and i get to do this for how long you say???? for YEARS ???????? HOORAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
roy-o looking extra dreamy todaayyy
roy kent first & last looks — season 1
chapter one: new hire
summary: When a tall stranger is suddenly hired into the King's Club, your world shifts abruptly--whether for better or worse. As he unravels the threads of his history, you find yourself running from your own. Can you confront the shadows of the past, or will they ultimately consume you both in the end?
pairing: Kid x reader
word count: 2k
warning: spoilers!
notes: I did give Kid's character a name, but it came from an interview that Dev Patel did.
Redlight: masterlist ... [2]
There was a new man in the kitchen today.
He seemed nervous as he made his way over to your area–you were washing dishes. He was here just the day before when he was escorted into Queenie’s office. It was surprising that not only Queenie didn’t immediately throw him out, but that she also gave him a job. His eyes met yours briefly before turning away to busy himself with some miscellaneous cutlery. You did the same, although you noted how beautifully big they were.
The peacefulness of working in silent tandem would be interrupted when Alphonso, your “manager,” showed up. “New guy, huh? What’s your name?” Your ears perked up, also wanting to know what the quiet stranger's name was.
“Bobby,” he answered unconvincingly.
Alphonso hummed before making his way closer to your station. “Wear your cap properly,” he chided one of the cooks. “We don’t want one of your pubes in the curry.” Alphonso stood next to Bobby–who was next to you–and only made it up to his shoulder. “Bobby,” he repeated with humor. “I think we’ve met before, right?”
“Don’t harass the new staff,” you reminded him impassively. The tall man quickly turned his attention to you. He hadn’t heard you speak until that point–he liked your voice. Alphonso waved you off.
“You like tequila, huh, Bobby?” Bobby walked around the short man to pick up a dirty pot to clean. “Patrón, Don Julio, the one with George Clooney in the photo?”
“I just want to clean the dishes, okay?” He took his place beside you, which was at the sink.
“Coke? Morphine? MDMA?” Alphonso continued.
“Alphonso!” you snapped as your actual manager intervened.
“Oi, Alphonos, eh, I’ve told you many times to stop hassling my staff.”
“Quality control, man,” he answered nonchalantly as your manager walked away. “You’re gonna thank me for this one day!” Alphonso got close to the new hire. “Stay cool, Bobby. Stay cool, hmm?” Alphonso turned his attention to you. Leaning against the sink, and right in your way, he laughed. “And how is it being in the kitchen today, hmm? Better than up there?” He extended a single finger up.
“Alphonso,” you started calmly. “If you want to keep your finger, I suggest you get out of my way.” He quickly slid off to the side, but he was still leaning against the sink. You brought the newly dirtied dish to the sink to start rinsing it.
“Okay, okay,” he smirked. “This is her on a good day, if you can believe it,” he said pointedly to the new hire. The tall stranger raised an eyebrow, but ultimately said nothing, “You should see her when she’s really on duty. She’ll have you-”
“Alphonso,” you interrupted, eyes glaring. “If you don’t leave us alone, a leg won’t be the only thing you’ll be missing,” you reminded as you walked past him and into another part of the kitchen, leaving Bobby alone with the short man.
“If it pleases her majesty,” he mocked while doing a small curtsey. The tall man looked at Alphonso quizzically. “Whatever Queen Whore wants, she gets,” he laughed, but Bobby frowned.
“Don’t call her that,” he said quietly, eyebrows furrowed, but Alphonso wiggled his brows playfully instead with a smirk.
“Hm, what’s that, Romeo? You like her or something?” he grinned.
Bobby opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out as you strolled back into the area, this time holding a fresh set of towels. Alphonso laughed as Bobby scowled at him.
“Alphonso, if you don’t leave this second, I’ll get Queenie myself,” you cooly explained, ignoring all eye contact and continuing to dry the dishes.
Alphonso tsked and swatted the air with his hand before deciding it would be wise to leave. “You better be careful with her,” he announced as he was leaving. “Five men entered a room with her, and only she came out-” he cackled. “Alive!” He then chastised a cook for bumping into his leg before exiting the kitchen.
Quietly going back to work, you ignored Bobby’s glances and carried on with your day. He was quietly thinking about his earlier interaction with Alphonso. What did he mean by that? And Romeo? He had some things to ponder over…
When your back was turned, he noticed that when you washed the dishes, you spent extra time cleaning your already clean hands.
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The next time you worked with Bobby, he was tasked with preparing Queenie’s tea. He seemed a little lost, but you quietly helped him before sending him to her office. He was surprisingly in a light-hearted mood at the moment. A cook made you bump into a table and almost knocked Queenie’s favorite cup off, but he caught it. Instead of a snide comment or remark, he just laughed and handed you the cup. His positive mood improved your own, slightly sour one. You wore a small smile.
“I never got your name,” he said quietly after a while as he put the sugar bowl onto a tray.
“And I never got yours,” you replied as you grabbed the small milk pitcher.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “It’s Bobby.”
“No it’s not,” you stated nonchalantly, as if it was a simple fact. Bobby looked at you confused, although his heart beat a little quicker, fearful that he’d been spotted out already. He was quiet as he gathered his thoughts. Then he had an idea.
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled nervously. “You got me. I-I’m Romeo. That’s my name” He was wearing a big smile, sure that you would buy this one.
You paused what you were doing and met his eyes. “Romeo?” you asked in disbelief and he nodded hesitantly. “Romeo?” you asked again. “So why ‘Bobby?’”
His smile fell slightly and he shrunk into himself. He chuckled a little, seemingly to stall for time. “I, uh, well-” he shrugged as he tried to form a sentence. “You know Alphonso. I said that to get him to leave me alone,” he said unconvincingly. He was bad at lying.
Staring at him for a few moments, a smile slowly formed on your face. “Sureeee your name is Romeo,” you drawed. “And I’m Juliet.” The tall man laughed, his smile reaching his eyes. He had a nice smile, you noted. “Anyways, Romeo,” you emphasized sarcastically, obviously not buying this name either. “Queenie’s tea is done. Probably shouldn’t keep her waiting too long,” you directed, handing him the finished tray. He took it gratefully and made his way to her office.
You didn’t expect to be interrupted so quickly after sending him on his way, but Sita–an escort–came over to your station. It surprised you seeing the state she was in; she had just been crying and was wearing a plain chemise. “Queenie wants you,” she murmured before hurrying off.
Heading towards Queenie’s office, you could see the new hire and Alphonso already in there. You knocked on her door and she waved you inside. “See? How hard is it to learn some fucking manners?” She berated Alphonso. You waited on her couch and got comfortable. Bobby glanced at you as he was pouring her tea; he was surprised at how…confident you were in her office. Queenie went over to her safe. “Hey, you,” she snapped at Bobby. “Face the wall.” He turned around, which allowed you to discreetly admire him in his uniform.
Queenie finished her discussion with Alphonso. “Tell Naqeeb that if the maal is good, we’ll buy some more for Chief Rana.” She handed a stack of cash to him. You could see Bobby stiffen. “Get it sorted by the weekend. He is coming with his boys. Remember, only the best serve the VIPs.” Alphonso left, and soon Bobby as well, although not before giving you a quizzical look.
Queenie sat behind her desk and got comfortable in her chair. “I need you to be on your best behavior this weekend, got it? No funny business, not like last time.” You scowled but nodded in understanding. “Good. And wear that little red dress you have, you know it’s his favorite.”
Rolling your eyes, you sighed. “Okay. Anything else?” You stood up from the couch and made your way to the door.
“Yeah. Watch over that little goat fucker. You seem to keep him in check.”
“Who? Alphonso?”
“Yeah, him, whatever. He seems to harass my employees less when you're around,” she smiled.
“Yes ma’am,” you chuckled before leaving her office and heading back to the kitchen. You scanned the area for your Romeo, expecting him to be there, but he wasn’t.
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Bobby was currently hurrying after the shorter man. “Alphonso! Hey, uh, good job with Queenie, huh? She really respects you.”
Alphonso scoffed. “The only person in that room she remotely respected was your little work wife. What do you want?”
“Um, look. If you- if you,” he stopped to calm himself before starting again. “Look, if you need any help with the VIPs…”
“Hey, new guy. You know what happens to earwigs around here? You hear nothing, you see nothing. Got it?”
“Look, I’m just saying. If you need someone to go and do the job…”
“Does it look like I need help from someone like you?” Alphonso continued walking, but the tall man grabbed his shoulder. “Hey! What the fuck, man?”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He was looking slightly more desperate. “Look. You want to make some money? Guaranteed?”
Alphonso humored him, but he did look interested. “Go on.”
The tall man quickly found a piece of paper and wrote an address. “Come to this place tonight…bet on Khan. You’ll make a killing.”
“How the fuck do you know?”
“I-I’ll be fighting him.” Alphonso scoffed before laughing at him. He obviously didn’t believe him and told him to fuck off. “The monkey will win the first two rounds and go down in the third.”
The shorter man became serious. “What’s in it for you?”
The tall dishwasher replied, “I want a promotion,” before patting him on the shoulder and leaving to go back to his job.
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You didn’t see Romeo or Alphonso for the rest of the evening after what happened in Queenie’s office. Your shift was over and you had just finished washing your hands when Alphonso strolled over. “Hey, baby-” he smiled.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, okay.” He straightened himself before lowering his voice. “I need a favor. Well, not really a favor, but I’d appreciate it if you went with me to this place.”
“Where?”
“I’m not sure. That tall fucker–the new hire–gave me this address.” He passed the piece of paper with hurried writing over for you to see.
“...And you want me to go?”
“Yeah!”
“Pass.” You hung up the towel and took off your apron before folding it over your arm. Alphonso followed you as you made your way to the exit.
“Aw, come on! You’re gonna make me go to this sketch ass place by myself?”
“No one is making you go.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you at least a little curious about Bobby?” You slowed to a stop. Alphonso smiled, seeming to sense his victory in winning you over. “I mean, come on. No one knows anything about that guy. He just keeps to himself and washes dishes. He said that if we go and bet on this guy named ‘Khan,’ then we’d make a lot of money.”
“I don’t even think his real name is Bobby…or Romeo,” you muttered to yourself, finger pressed to your lip as you looked away in thought.
“Soooo…” Alphonso looked at you hopefully. A few moments passed before you rolled your eyes and relented. “Yeah, baby! Come on, we’ll take Nicki!”
“Your scooter?”
“Hey, now. Nicki is not a scooter. She’s a classy rickshaw,” he huffed before smiling. “Let’s go before we’re late to the show.”
“Show?!”
him laughing is just 🙂↕️🙂↕️
a case of dev patel brainrot
national elections so fucked someone's out to become king of the franks
i love the dev patel simp community because i’ve dug through every post at such a rate that i get an edit of him on my fy (save it ofc) and then go on tumblr to see the other 2 people in the dev stan club repost them.
(and i rewatch them with the same amusement every time!)
I need to go on a date with him PRONTO!!!!
graphic design is my passion
title cards in The Green Knight
this pic of him has me WEAKKKKKKK
His smile 💗
dev pastel or chanel
shawty 💚
it is very childish and naive but i am still so shocked to see that so many people are just fucking outright mean
*skips tutorial* how the fuck do you play this game
"There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close" + "I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you"
✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: "The Kid" (Monkey Man) x GN!Reader
✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff + angst
✦ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: wrote this on the plane hope this good :)
[21:54] Chest heaving, legs burning and eyes darting for somewhere to hide, panic grips your heart like a vice. Spotting a suitable hiding place behind a dilapidated half wall, you grab your injured companion and urge him towards it. You let him lean on you while limping over to the wall and struggling over from the pain and blood loss.
“Hey, hey! Keep your eyes open, please.” You whisper, panting from running for several blocks to escape your pursuers, while brushing the man’s sweat-soaked curls from his sweat-slick forehead. His eyes droop and flutter, exhausted yet still squeezing a hand over bleeding bullet wounds.
Multiple thunderous footsteps and shouts draw your attention away for a moment, looking just above the half wall to watch as the police force darts past where you’re hiding, making you breathe a shaky sigh of relief. A bloody hand grasps your elbow to direct your gaze back to its owner who lies bleeding and struggling to speak.
“Save your breath,” You plead, pushing down the rising queasiness to replace his hand with yours over the bulletwound at his shoulder and pressing down, ignoring the pained grunt he emits in response.
“There’s something… I need to tell you…” He wheezes, hand squeezing your elbow to hold your attention. But you shake your head – there'll be time for confessions later – you tell yourself. There has to be. If not… you won't think about that.
“Please,” he speaks, surprisingly firmly for a man losing time in your arms, leaving a bloody print on your cheek as he holds it to draw you so close you can feel every shaking breath, smell the sweat and blood on him.
His eyes, deep, dark and wet, take your focus, counting each of his long lashes, hoping not to forget the sight of him living and breathing. Though imagining him as anything else makes you sick right down to your heart.
Luscious lips move and oh, how you wish to see them quirk up in that rare, awkward smile – the smile of a man with so little good in his life and deserving of so much more of it.
“I–” he starts, or tries, before cutting himself off with a pained groan and a deep heaving breath that has you leaning forward to… comfort him? Kiss him?
What?
“I love you.” What?
The fact you see his lips moving around the words keeps you from thinking you've just experienced an auditory hallucination, but if the contrary were to be proven, you wouldn't be surprised.
You simply blink at him for a moment and that blessed smile is back again, born from your doubtlessly amusing expression. The sincerity of his gaze would've floored you were you not already sitting on the grimy street.
His bloody caramel hand slides over your skin, wet with sweat, grime and now his life's essence. You grab it, keeping it against you despite the sticky feeling it brings, “I’m afraid that might be the blood loss talking.”
Dark curls move in all directions as he vehemently shakes his head, eyes open and honest, genuinely terrified that his one chance to tell you how he feels is slipping between bloody fingers.
You take him in one last time – this is the man you love. Despite the mystery and the danger and the secrets. Because he cares, and shows it when it matters most.
And he will not die here today. Not on your watch. Not before you've properly savored this wonderful new feeling.
“I love you too.” You speak resolutely, arm reaching under his to support his body as best you can, “But if you intended for those to be your last words, though they are very lovely, I won't let that happen.”
Seeking his fluttering eyes, you hold his gaze, “You are not dying here tonight.”
Taking a deep breath, you begin walking forward out of the alley as he watches – falling for you all over again.