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saltpepperbeard · 7 months

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Hey, felt like being angsty lol.

I was rereading your post about Stede not opening up and how people give him the opportunity to do so but he rejects it. And yes , Ed does do that in episode 6 but when else? Who looks after Stede in the way he looks after others.

This might be unpopular, but I don't think the crew feels the same found family way towards him that they do to each other. Yes, some of his behaviour rubbed off on them, but he doesn't seem like a priority to them. They like the environment he provides but not him, and that makes me sad.

Dammit I just want Stede to get mad and have it taken seriously. Like the last time was when he snapped at ed about Jack , and then Ed left (completely understand why).

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now anon, why would you Do This. was just minding my business and sipping my silly little gay person iced coffee and was Brutally Attacked PFFF.

But okay, now that my heart has been torn out and is just Chilling On The Floor, I can share your sentiments. Because for REAL; something I want so so bad is for someone to look Stede in the eye and earnestly tell him that he's doing a good job, that he matters, that he's ABLE.

I think they were getting there. I think the seeds of such had been planted. The crew were beginning to adopt his practices and act with the kindness he instilled--one of my favorite examples being Jim using the Wooden Boy story to calm Fang down. And there were some instances where his skills were acknowledged, like Ed telling Lucius and Pete that Stede had things under control, Hellcat Maggie recognizing his "people positive management style" and reacting positively to it, and even Izzy throwing the little 👌 when Stede was assertive.

But like...EARNEST recognition? The same energy he puts out to everyone else??? HE NEEDS THAT.

Like...And THIS might be an unpopular opinion lol, but Ed complimenting him after the British beach fight. Again, we're GETTING somewhere. It's headed in the right direction. But it came from Stede fishing for it, and didn't have the same energy as the exchange between Ed and Zheng. He needs that same acknowledgement, that same EXCITEMENT, that same earnest "WOW you did so well and all your effort was so fucking amazing!!!"

Because he tries so hard! And does so much!

He literally put aside his own grief to make sure the crew made it safely back to the Revenge. He took a breath and acknowledged that the crew did what they had to do for their own safety, when they had killed the very reason Stede was running around the Caribbean. He continued to provide and look out for them even when his own feelings were gnawing away at him, and continued to lift them up whenever he could.

And yet they still found it so easy to walk away from him like pLEASE,,,

Granted, I think him caring for and prioritizing Ed after the events of episode 2 probably created quite the disconnect with the crew. And I think him riding his attention high in episode 7 and subsequently acting out didn't help their perception either.

But like, that's also just it: he CARES, and wants OTHERS to see him as well. He tears out his heart, and really just wants someone to finally catch it and cradle it. He just wants it all to mean something; HE wants to mean something.

SO YES, ANON; #LET STEDE BE EARNESTLY ACKNOWLEDGED 2KFOREVER

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sp1tkink · 1 year

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hey, sorry to ask, but could you do a sdv elliot x fisher reader 🤭 if not, that’s alright! i don’t wanna take your time from ya

of course! :D, im not too into elliot’s story but i’ll go based off of what i’ve seen and heard,,,

pairing: (sdv!)elliot/(gn! fisher!)reader

wc: 1.09k

cw: spoilers to elliot’s heart events, mutual pinning, fluff, gender neutral (no gender specific terms), use of platonic nicknames (bucko by willy), established friendship, friends to lovers

wiping your brow and setting your fishing rod to the side, you marveled at your small bounty of sea creatures. having caught three fish, combined with your walk through cindersap forest, plus your stops to greet your neighbors had worn you out.

an exasperated sigh flew past your lips as your legs dangled over the edge of the dock, you knew your work wasn’t done yet. turning back to check the clock on willy’s storefront, you were met with a certain long haired man walking by, gazing off at the water. “OH- my, goodness!” you yelled before chuckling nervously, “you scared me!”

elliot chuckled back softly before his gaze shifted back to the sea, “i thought you’d be used to seeing me by now.” he hummed, “i’m afraid not.” the man playfully chided much to your, just as playful, dismay.

you’ve been living in stardew valley for a while now and built up a decent relationship with elliot. he’d shown you around his cabin numerous times, played his piano for you, and invited you to a book reading he’d hosted in the local museum/library in town. he’s supported you too! in his own ways, of course.

he based a couple of scenes in his books on you, inspired entire books off of the interactions you’ve had, complimented you on your fishing skills along with other things of the sort. you enjoyed it, the brief gleam of joy in his eyes when you tell him you liked a song or excerpt he wrote, it made you want the dream of living in pelican town to never end.

you hadn’t realized it but in the midst of your thinking, elliot had walked away. maybe this was why you weren’t used to him, he’d always been disappearing just as quickly as he appeared. you knew he had his own schedule, but visiting his house was always an option, so you’d do it later.

standing up, you decided to pack up your things and head home, briefly stepping into willy’s to sell any fish that you didn’t need to donate to the junimo at the community center. on your way home, you made a took quick detour to the saloon only to be greeted by elliot once again. you ordered and found a seat with some familiars of the right-corner table of the place.

elliot was spewing his usual poetic nonsense which you couldn’t help but laugh at his slurred tone caused by the strong wine he often drank when he visited. sharing one last chat with clint and willy, you decided to focus more on your food, not wanting to be fatigued the next morning. though, you couldn’t help but notice the not-so-subtle glances elliot was taking from across the saloon.

given you’d been doing the same thing occasionally, you didn’t think he was too. admittedly you were a bit flustered and this didn’t go unnoticed by willy or even ‘the romantically oblivious’ clint. “you should talk to him.” he stated bluntly nearly prompting you to spit out your food. “it’s not like you don’t know the boy, and not to mention we all saw you leaving pierre’s with those flowers.” willy added.

you swallowed your food and grinning defeatedly seeing as your purchase earlier this week outed you. it’s not like you weren’t going to give elliot the bouquet, you’d just been building up the courage to.

“you’re the same person who told me to go for it with emily? seriously? i find that hard to believe.” clint grunted, taking a sip from his stein of beer. “okay, well, don’t act like that. you got with her didn’t you?” you huffed back, waving your fork around before hiding your face behind the glass of your wine—that elliot had bought you earlier that night—in even more defeat. “which is just the reason you should go and splay your feelings to elliot, bucko.” willy prodded matter-of-factly, moving the bottle away from your face.

standing up, you placed a pouch of gold on the table. “i’ll do it. tomorrow. and if i don’t! i owe you both double this!“ you announced catching the attention of sam, sebastian, and abigail—who’d just been a room away—causing them to snicker at your seemingly random announcement.

willy and clint laughed in amusement at the bet, “we’ll take it, i could always use a little extra cash, you haven’t stopped by to process any geodes lately.” clint chortled. “i won’t even owe you a silver dollar!“ you guffawed, snatching up your bottle of wine and heading to the door.

the next day came faster than you’d expected, it almost made you wish you never stepped foot out of that bar with the thought that the night would have gone slower if you hadn’t.

you took your time watering your crops and feeding your animals, hoping that somehow they’d convince you to go give the bouquet to elliot. fortunately you did it yourself, after checking your personal stash you realized you didn’t have enough gold to renovate your home and pay the men for the bet so you’d just have to perk up and confess.

on your way to elliot’s you greeted your friends around town, emily in particular noticing the bouquet and cheering you on before quickly sending you on your way by shoving you out of her house and on your way to the bridge. “you can do this!” she loudly whispered, the giddiness she’d been holding in becoming evident when she spoke. “okay… okay!” you reassured her and yourself.

walking onto the beach, you notice elliot dusting off the old boat that always sat next to his house and luckily enough he’s not quick to notice you just yet.

“ahem… uh. elliot!” you speak out, causing him to look up at you, flashing a brief smile before going back to dusting off his boat. “hello, the weather is just about right for a boat ride. willy says to give it another day though, something about those silly ‘tides’ and such.” elliot replied.

laughing dryly, you nod. “yeah… listen, um, i wanted to give you this.” holding the bouquet down to elliot, you notice his eye slightly widen and you couldn’t help but feel you made a mistake, but you waited for him to confirm your suspicion. “you really feel that way?” the question made you gulp, “i feel that way too!” he said cheerily. letting out an excited yelp, you hopped into the boat and hugged the red head tightly, “thank yoba!” sighing as you slid off of him, elliot gently ruffled your hair.

you felt relived that this was finally off your chest. smiling at elliot, you kissed his cheek and waved a pleased goodbye, breaking off into a run to willy’s not too soon after you left his eyeshot. “i told you i’d do it!” you yelled, swinging the door to his shop open.

THIS WAS LEGIT MY FIRST FIC(on tumblr), i really hope you enjoy, i did my best to proof read and everything

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jedimordsith · 7 years

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Dancer (Part VI)

“You coming, Boss?” Tycho turned to Luke quizzically as he fell behind as the rest of the group wove its way down the crowded street.

Luke shook his head. “Nah, I'm gonna go check out this place Han told me about. You go on ahead.”

Wedge, also trailing, turned back and joined the other two. “Checking out someplace new without us?” He sounded affronted. “Trying to keep all the hot girls to yourself, Luke? That's not like you.”

“It's not a bar. It's a shop.” He gave them a slightly lopsided grin that was an echo of Han's. “A small, dingy, slightly illegal shop, if everything Han promises is true.”

Tycho grinned and threw an arm around his shoulders. “Well, I'm in,” he announced. “Lead on!”

“I can't impede your drinking,” Luke protested, but Wedge was already on his other side, waiting.

“Too late,” he declared, resolutely. “We're going. So go.”

Luke sighed and started off in the direction Han had indicated. “Look,” he told his friends. “It's not that I don't want you to come, it's just...”

“Buying stuff you don't want the guys to know about?” Tycho wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah, actually,” Luke said, bluntly.

That surprised his friends, but they didn't judge. They were Rogue Squadron, after all. “Your secrets are safe with us, Boss,” Wedge promised.

Numerous twists, turns and ducking through alleys later, Luke spotted the hole in the wall shop. He stopped, and turned to his friends, his expression grave.

“Listen, you said my secrets were safe with you, and I trust you. Completely.” His solemn gaze took the others aback. “But this really, really has to stay between us. Other people's safety is at risk. I can't tell you more than that, but it's important.”

Tycho and Wedge shared a look.

“Our lips are sealed,” Tycho said, seriously. “Not a whisper, to anyone. Rogue's honor.”

Luke gave him a half-smile at the irony of that, but relented. “All right. Come on.”

They slipped inside, their eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness.

“Okay,” Wedge admitted quietly. “This wasn't what I was expecting.”

The narrow interior was lined with shatterproof cases packed with weapons of every imaginable description.

“Are we looking for something in particular?” Tycho asked, also instinctively keeping his voice low.

“Not exactly,” Luke said, unable to be more specific. “Just… something special.”

“Okay.” The three of them meandered through the cases, occasionally oohing, ahhing, or whistling over a rare find. The pieces were a conglomeration of new and used, commodities and rarities. The fat alien owner sat at the back of the store, periodically flicking his eyes up from his tentacle-porn holozine in their direction.

Multiple rows in, Luke was no closer to finding something appropriate, but Wedge had found a Corellian blaster he absolutely had to have. They made their way back to the counter, and the owner dropped his data pad to give them a mostly pleasant smile.

“Find something, gentles?” His voice was gruff from too many years of using spice, but had a slightly refined accent that suggested that he'd once been educated and experienced far beyond the backwater city he now inhabited.

Wedge gave him the product code on the blaster, and the creature hit a few buttons behind the counter. There was a whirring, and the weapon dropped out of its case into a concealed conveyor system under the floor.

“Nice,” Tycho commented, approving.

“It cuts down on theft,” the alien shrugged casually, but seemed pleased with the compliment. The blaster popped up behind the counter and, in short order, Wedge was strapping it onto his thigh in the accompanying holster.

“Can I assist you other gentles in finding something?” the alien peered at Tycho and Luke.

Celchu shook his head. “I'm just along for the scenery.”

Luke leaned forward, elbows on the counter. “I need something special,” he told the shopkeeper. “Unique. For a girl.”

That caught everyone's interest. The alien lit up with the pleasure of a challenge and a chance to show off his expertise.

“A human girl?” he asked, eyeing Luke, the gears in his head clearly turning.

The Jedi nodded.

“Big or small?” the alien inquired.

“Petite,” Luke answered. A smile flickered across his face. “And already well armed.”

The shopkeeper nodded, humming to himself. “Ah, thus the need for something special.”

Behind Luke's back, Wedge and Tycho were looking at each other, mystified and intrigued.

“Leia?” Wedge mouthed his guess. “Birthday?”

Tycho, who knew the Princess well, furrowed his brow. “Not for months,” he mouthed back.

“You can stop that,” Luke said dryly over his shoulder, making the others smile in chagrin. “It's not for Leia.”

The alien was tapping away at his data pad, and turned to peer at Luke thoughtfully. “The recipient. She can be trusted with truly dangerous things?”

Luke laughed. “Oh yeah.”

“She is lovely?”

“Very.”

The alien hit a few more buttons, and the conveyor whirred again, this time from the direction of the back room. The three Rogues watched eagerly as a modestly sized opaque box popped up through the counter. They leaned forward as the alien pressed a hidden release latch and it snapped open. Inside was a folded swath of royal blue velvet. Luke reminded himself not to hold his breath.

With great care, the alien unfolded the top layer of velvet. Nestled inside was an intricate silver filigree arm cuff with inset moonstones, designed to lace up with a fine cord. The alien turned the box to show them, puffing slightly with pride as he pointed out its features.

“This piece is very rare,” he informed them. “Designed to be worn decoratively, or concealed with equal ease. Under clothing, it will be flat enough not to be seen. These,” he tapped the opals, “detach and can be filled with the solution of your choice. Poison, acid, spice – even nutrient solutions. Anything.” He lifted the piece to show them the fine lacing. “The lacing is highly conductive and can be used to fix electronics in a pinch. It is also suitable as garrote wire if you find yourself in need.” The shopkeeper looked at the piece fondly. “This I picked up legally, believe it or not. Many years ago. I have yet to find anyone who can appreciate it.”

“I'll take it,” Luke said. “It's perfect.”

The alien radiated satisfaction and began to wrap it up. “Your lady is very lucky, my friend.”

Luke dug out his credit chips, unfazed by the price. “She deserves something beautiful,” he said softly as the alien passed the resealed box to him.

“Come back if you need more,” the alien advised him. “I have a few other pieces she might enjoy if she likes that.”

“I will,” Luke nodded, and they made their way outside. He tucked the box securely away in a cargo pocket, and they started working their way in the direction of the cantina where they expected their friends were still drinking.

“That's quite a piece, Boss,” Wedge commented, trying to fish for information without looking like he was fishing for information.

“Good.” Luke wasn't giving up anything and his friends resigned themselves to dying of curiosity.

“You gonna let us meet this friend at some point?” Tycho asked.

Luke rubbed his hand against the box through his pocket. “I'm counting on it.” He frowned, concern whispering across his features before he forced it away. “Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

They reached the cantina then and had to let the matter drop. They told the others they'd gone to buy Wedge a blaster, which he proudly showed off. But neither Celchu nor Antilles missed the way Luke's hand occasionally returned to rub absently at his pocket as he thought of the beautiful, dangerous girl they didn't know.

#luke x mara #unfinished fics #when your girlfriend is an assassin weapons make the best gifts #rogue squadron #please excuse the time gaps between scenes... it's marked unfinished for a reason

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