#dating drabble

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Dating Din Djarin

Warning(s): None

Word Count: to be added

A/N: here's that dating headcanon that I meant to write which turned into a oneshot :) also!! please remember while I appreciate every like, reblogs are what allow my work to be shared with others and mean the world to small creators

-dating din was a natural progression, from acquaintances to friends to all of a sudden lovers

-in the beginning, it was easy to forget you were even dating at all, with how closed off he was in his feelings. all it takes though is the mere thought of harm coming to you for it to kick in that he should be more open with you before there is no you left

-you're the first person who's known his name since he was a child. the fact sometimes overwhelms din. then he gets this unfamiliar feeling, warm and fuzzy, because he shares that with you alone, it makes what you have unique compared to any of his past endeavors

-he often wonders what you see in him, i mean, he's just an emotionally unavailable tin can, right? wrong, he accidentally lets those thoughts slip once, and boy did he ever regret it. he never had those thoughts again after all those kisses you smothered him in

-you know how din always has a hand on the bag he carries grogu in. he does something similar with you. whenever you're in public, he rests a hand on your lower back

-it was done absentmindedly at first, like an instinct. when din realized he was doing it, he worried he overstepped and kept his hands to himself, until you gently grab his large gloved hand and put it back in its rightful place

-he feels insecure when you eat dinner, the need to provide in him wishes he could give you a proper meal, not just an almost expired ration pack. especially when he doesn't eat it with you. in his mind, he should experience everything with you

-din will never admit it to you, but he gets so jealous when people even just look at you. not that he would ever stop you in any way from doing what you want. he will however most certainly be imagining them dead on the floor before they can imagine their filthy hands on you

- ever since the little green bean appeared in your life, din can't help but imagine having a child with you, not that grogu isn't your child, but he wasn't an intentional addition to the family.

-and if if you can't have children, that doesn't matter to him or any mandalorian you meet. more than anything they value foundlings

-in the middle of the night, when he's sure you're sound asleep, he takes off his helmet. these few moments are his favourite because he finally can see clearly, even in the dark. the visor in his helmet only allows so much clarity. only once din's sure he has taken in every detail of your face does he put his helmet back on, entering the most relaxed sleep he can manage

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Dating (a drabble)

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“It’s the marbling that makes it melt in the mouth.”

Looking up at Vincent, Samuel offers him a smile, one meant to disguise the fact he’s just spent the last few seconds moving a butter glazed Chantenay carrot about his plate while imagining how much more comfortable he would be sat at home on his sofa eating a dirty burger and fries. The wagyu beef is nice, sure, but he imagines it would taste much better if he wasn’t sat under a bright spotlight in an expensive suit that doesn’t breathe very well, in a room filled with people that seem compelled to wish Vincent well upon every entry and exit. In truth, they’ve only been dating for a little over a month now and Samuel still isn’t used to this kind of treatment; the fancy bars, the expensive food. Samuel can afford to pay for it, he makes enough, but Vincent won’t allow it, part of his personality it seems; that machismo responsible for driving the Italian to display dominance whenever possible.

He nods mutely as he listens to Vincent talk about a deal he’s just made, an investment in a sports club… investment; that’s what the Italian consigliere calls it, but in truth it’s money laundering dressed up as honest business, but that’s the thing about Vincent he supposes; he has a way of legitimising the illegitimate. He has a politician’s smile and uses it to disarm, charm and persuade government officials to make the kind of deals they wouldn’t dare admit to under oath – Samuel’s sure Vincent’s done more damage with that dazzling smile than Sam has ever achieved with his M4A1 rifle.

Glancing over towards the clock, Sam suddenly realises it is getting late; he’d hoped to be back to the apartment in time to watch Alien; the Director’s cut is on cable tonight, of course those were his plans before Vincent invited him out tonight to celebrate his ‘business’ deal. At this point Sam’s given up on watching movies with Vincent; he never seems to want to settle and always insists on talking through the critical plot points or making out with him, just when it’s getting to the good bit. Admittedly Samuel rarely has the consigliere over to his place these days, not since Sam woke up in the middle of the night and in his sleep disorientated state, thought he was sleeping next to Rick. The realisation of his mistake was abrupt and harsh; it’s a difficult thing; to feel like you have the wrong man sleeping in your bed, it’s even more difficult when that man is technically your boyfriend.

Rick…

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Samuel checks his texts, a smile spreading across his face as he finds one from Grimes:

[Job went well, back at the hotel now, Directors cut of Alien is on tonight.]

If Rick was with him tonight, they’d likely be settling down on the sofa right now with a couple of beers, Seamus crawling into Grimes’ lap as Sam expounds pointless fact after pointless fact - like the fact the film was originally going to be called ‘Star Beast’ and that Ash’s blood was made using pasta and caviar. This in turn would likely cause Rick to call him a nerd and smile at him in a way that in Sam’s mind, always corrects it to ‘adorable’ nerd.

“Your ex?”

Pulled from his introspection, Sam fills the silence by eating another absurdly tiny carrot.

“Just business.” He replies, slipping his phone back in his pocket with a relaxed smile, one that disguises how much the question frustrates him. He knows Vincent has only taken to calling Rick his ‘ex’ in the hope that Sam will correct him and in doing so explain the situation more fully. He has told Vincent very little, only that his friendship with Rick is complicated and, following more questions from Vincent, that they were kind of involved at one point. ‘Kind-of’; Sam knows it’s a far too casual and overly simplistic way to describe the literal love of his life, but Vincent doesn’t yet deserve to know any more about it; it’s none of his business.

This night has taken a turn for the worst and it is only now Samuel is truly realising it; that he isn’t really here, that he doesn’t feel fully present, because he’s thinking about Rick again, spoiling the present with memories of the past, because it doesn’t yet feel like the past, not to Sam.

As the waiter approaches, Sam picks up his glass of red wine and finishes it in one large, overly indulgent gulp, determined not to allow Vincent to order any more.

“Do you want to get out of here? Go back to yours?”

The suggestion is brazen and bold but Sam doesn’t want to sit here a moment longer, making polite fucking conversation under these annoyingly bright lights, surrounded by strangers, staring at a plate of food he has no real intention of finishing, drinking wine he can’t appreciate.

“Is my needy little bottom hungry for something more than desert?”

The waiter coughs awkwardly with surprise while a woman sat at the table next to them audibly chokes on her oyster, all while Sam sits in abject silence, his expression one of stark disbelief, his cheeks bright crimson as he regards the consigliere and that playful smile that confirms the statement was absolutely designed to incite him; Vincent likes it when Sam’s defiant.

“I can’t believe you…”

“Yes you can, come on.”

Taking Vincent’s hand, Sam is swiftly led out of the restaurant towards a waiting car, heavy with hope that his night will improve and he can get Grimes off his mind, even if it’s only for a few hours. At least Rick is safe; he’s probably stretched out on a hotel bed right now, eating room service and watching Alien; if only Sam could stop wishing he was there with him.

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Dating Bucky Barnes

Warning(s): None

-dating bucky sometimes felt like an uphill battle, for both of you

-bucky was scared to touch you in the beginning of your relationship since he still thought of himself as a threat

-slowly but surely you helped him realise that he wouldn't hurt you and that you weren't scared he would

-one time he caught you staring at his arm and now he always teases you about it

-you had asked him if he liked the 21st century more than the 20th, he would always answer with "i don't care what century i'm in as long at it has you in it." which led to you playfully hitting him while trying to calm the hot feeling on your face

-when bucky had nightmares it almost seemed as if just your presence calmed him

-even though it was still so early in your relationship bucky was sure you were the one he was going to marry

-he would let you braid his hair and he would usually forget his hair was so styled-for lack of a better word-and ended up going to training with them in

-once it went a step further and he wore the braid out to a mission, he only found out after his target started laughing at his hair

-bucky liked to give you that angelic smile of his while winking at you, for no apparent reason might i add, so prepared to be attacked

-he liked when you called him james. it made him feel mature, he also liked it just because it came from your mouth

-so yeah, it may sometimes be an uphill battle, but it is the best battle you’ve ever been through

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Dating Tony Stark

Warning(s): None

-dating tony can sometimes be, um, overwhelming, to say the least

-if you aren’t a fan of luxurious living, it might be a bit difficult to date tony at times

-but once tony realised you didn’t like luxurious things he’ll do anything he can to make you comfortable

-and, well, if you did like luxurious living be prepared to live your dream. 

-either way, tony will do any plausible thing he can to make you comfortable

-you were one of the people special enough to get to stay in tony’s lab while he was working. he said you helped with stress and if you weren’t there he would probably be in his lab for several days straight

-if you wanted to leave a party or gala because you were overwhelmed he would immediately call happy to come pick you up

-tony just wanted to make you happy, but sometimes he forgot about his own happiness

-the best way to cheer him up was to let him lay on your lap, let him get all his feelings out, and make him laugh

-tony would protect you from the press as best as he could, obviously  it doesn’t always work out and tony almost beat up a news reporter for saying something rude to you 

-on a harsher level, tony would murder if it kept you out of danger

-so while it may be overwhelming at times, it’s a good overwhelming