#mads mumbings

[philanddaninjapan]

i need phil on puppet history and dan to be on top 5 beatdown im so serious pls

#pls i need this so bad #dan and phil #watcher #puppet history #mads mumbings

[skipper1331]

No thoughts, quick actions // Felicitas Rauch

a/n: based off this request.

Long distance relationships were something you never wanted to do. The thought of having your lover not near you, made you feel unwell, the risk of misunderstandings high and the longing terrible at times. You had seen it with your friends - nights that were spent crying on your couch because of a fight or dozens of rom com movies because they missed their lovers.

It broke your heart to see your friends that miserable and you could only imagine how awful their partner felt in another city, country or even continent. Those moments made you realize that you wouldn‘t want to be in a long distance relationship.

You kept that promise for a long time but when Feli, the german international and vfl Wolfsburg player approached you after a international friendly your heart was immediately stolen by her.

She came up to you with the intention to apologize for her sloppy tackle but the conversation took a quick turn as you found yourselves engaged in holiday stories.

Fast forward, the two of you have been a couple since 5 years.

In less than a few months after your encounter, the defender had let you forget all your opinions about long distance relationships.

Felicitas was worth the distance and every single misunderstanding - she was worth everything. You couldn’t deny that it was hard, super hard, at times but you managed. Holidays were spent together instead of telling each other stories about it, daily phone calls, short cute messages throughout the day made it possible.

You had to admit though, after 5 years of long distance you grew tired. You wanted to wake up next to Feli everyday, share a home with her, hug, kiss and touch whenever. From day to day it became harder to hide your disappointment or the fact that you missed Felicitas terribly. Nights were spent crying on the couch, some sappy rom com playing while you ate ice cream. It was getting too much, the honeymoon phase was over, you weren‘t blinded anymore - the familiar feeling resurfaced.

You hated long distance relationships.

and slowly you couldn‘t do it anymore nor did you want to.

Felicitas noticed your behavior, the bags under your eyes visible through the phone, the change in your mood and schedule. Besides being a professional football player, you started to do even more sports in your free time. You had to distract yourself, if you didn’t do so, the feeling of sadness would eat you alive.

Actually, the change was not only noticed by Feli but your teammates too, nobody asked you about it though.

Some of them didn‘t want to assume - maybe they were just imagining things.

Some of them were afraid of your reaction - would you be mad?

Some of them respected you too much to intrude in your life - if you had a problem, you would talk to them when you‘re ready.

It was Lia who took the matter in her own hands - she was one of your closest friends as she asked you if you wanted to get some coffee together after training.

It was a rainy day. The two of you sat at a table near the window, the smell of coffee filling the café, "You alright?" the Swiss asked.

A simple question, a question that most people would answer without any hesitation, even if the answer was a lie. You thought about lying to Lia, telling her everything was fine which it wasn‘t - Lia knew that. Added to that, Feli had texted her, both of them friends ever since their Turbine Potsdam time, to make sure everything‘s alright with you. So, there was no point in lying.

"I will leave the club in the upcoming transfer window" you replied and not with 'no' like Lia expected you answer.

There were no thoughts, just quick actions.

You looked at her no sign of confusion, anger on her face displayed - you couldn’t tell what she was thinking, her reaction calm and composed, something you appreciated very much. Wally always had to hear every thought before she could say something about the situation.

"I miss Felicitas" you mumbled with sad eyes, "and Wolfsburg offered me a great contract" you let the words sink in, not for Lia but for yourself. You would leave Arsenal in about 2-3 months, the club you spent the most time of your career and it will break and heal your heart at the same time.

"Say something, please?" the silence was deafening.

"What do you want me to say?"

"What do you think about it?" nervously, your fingers hit the table while you hoped her respond wouldn’t hurt your feelings or questioning your actions.

"I think it‘s the right decision"

-

After many conversations with your management and Wolfsburg, you flew to Germany as the deal was settled and ready to sign.

Feli didn‘t know about your arrival in her home country nor that you were in the exact same building as her - your transfer wouldn‘t be announced till the very end of the transfer window, Wolfsburgs wishes.

When you signing the contract, a heavy weight fell of your shoulders - you couldn‘t wait to see Felicitas everyday.

"In case you‘re wondering, training ended half an hour ago" Tommy Stroot winked, leaving you alone.

It took you about 25 minutes to your girlfriends home, one single rose in your hand. You rang the bell, cinnamon already barking behind the door as Feli opened it, trying to hold her dog back.

"Hi" you said, smiling widely. Your heart felt so complete.

"Wha- hi?" the defender pinched her arm, was this real? Were you really in front of her? "What are you doing here?" she asked, perplexed and shocked. Her question was forgotten when her senses kicked in. You were standing in front of her! Within seconds, Feli‘s arms wrapped around your neck, hugging you like you would disappear. Your own arms went around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Oh, how you had missed her.

Neither of you could tell how long you stood in the hall, only when cinnamon barked, you pulled apart yet still in each others embrace. "I missed you so much" you breathed out, one hand coming up to caress your girls cheek. There was so much love shared, eyes telling the truth as you stood there in silence.

"I can‘t believe you‘re here" the defender chuckled happily, still in cloud nine, "for how long?"

"We should go inside" you told her at the same time, both of you giggling lightly before the German pulled you into her home. "So? How long?" she asked again, turning around.

You were silent for a moment, taking a deep breath, "I signed with Wolfsburg today. They will announce it soon" you replied in a low voice, somehow shy and afraid - how would she react?

No thoughts, quick actions

"You did what?"

"um, I signed a contract with Wolfsburg?" nervously, you scratched your neck, "I couldn‘t be away from you anymore. I just wanted to wake up next to you, see you everyday and kiss you good morning. I‘m sorry! I‘m sorry I haven’t told you about it! Please don‘t be mad" you rambled.

There was a deafening silence as Feli let your words sink in.

You were here.

For longer than just a few days.

You signed with Wolfsburg.

You‘ll be here everyday.

"I don’t know what to say" your girlfriend told you honestly. She was confused, happy and terrified but overall happy. She just didn‘t understand. Why haven‘t you told her about your signing? Was this the reason you acted differently? Did you miss her as much as she missed you?

you gulped, "oh" not expecting that kind of reaction. You thought she would be a little bit happier but her expression was empty. "I should go, um, this is for you. Sorry again" you mumbled, holding out your hand with the red flower.

"No, wait" the brunette said, gathering her thoughts as quickly as possible, "I’m happy you‘re here but it overwhelmed me" she smiled shyly as her hands went up to cup your cheeks, "you‘re so beautiful" her thumbs caressed your cheeks, eyes looking at you with so much love. Slowly but surely, her expression became readable - she was happy and so in love, "Will you move in with me?"

"If you want me to?"

"yes!"

-

Living with Felicitas was wonderful, the two of you matched perfectly - while she did the cooking, you did the laundry.

Your life in Germany was amazing as well, most of the Wolfsburg players knew you already and welcomed you with open arms. You adapted rather quickly to the german playing style, working yourself to the top - key player of the team.

It was hard at times, especially in the first few months as you missed England, the wsl and your family and friends but being with Feli healed every open wound.

Playing in the Frauen Bundesliga didn‘t stop you from watching all of the matches - you were a gunner through and through, no kisses or celebration touches at the Wolfsburg emblem.

Felicitas always joined you watching every gunners game, supporting the Arsenal the the same as you did. She did it before when you still played there, so why not now? It was something you appreciated very much.

-

"Was?! That‘s a yellow!" she jumped out of your arms, yelling at the tv. Chuckling at her, you pulled her back, "you know they can‘t hear you" you said. In fact, it should have been a yellow card for the Aston Villa player but as so often, the ref didn‘t agree with that opinion. The German international grumbled, sinking further in your embrace as she elaborated why that should have been a yellow card. Seeing Felicitas in your Arsenal jersey, in your arms and annoyed with the ref’s decision as it was against your club made you realize that she was the woman of your dreams. You wanted her to be your wife.

It didn‘t take you long to find the perfect ring for your girlfriend. As soon as you had entered the jewelry store and saw the shining simple ring, you knew it. That‘s the ring. You bought it immediately.

Now, you had the ring but no idea where to propose.

Beach proposal? No beach.

Restaurant proposal? No, too many people watching.

It had to be simple, somewhere Feli felt comfortable and where the two of you had enough privacy.

Home!

That‘s it!

Ring? Check.

Place? Check.

When? As soon as possible.

Leaving the jewelry store with so much confidence radiating off your body, you made your way to the heart of the city, buying flowers, wine, candles and balloons. You‘ve never been so sure about something.

-

Thankfully, Feli was still out with Obi and Ewa for a photo shoot, which gave you the perfect opportunity to set everything up. Rose petals decorated the path to the living room, flowers and balloons filling the room as some nice dinner and wine waited on the balcony.

However, as the stress subsided, a new emotion came to the surface - nervousness. Sometimes, you did things before your brain could even register what you were doing or rather what you were about to do - It often led to rushed actions without second thought.

But for once in your life, the thought and quick action was perfect, even if your brain wasn’t connecting all the dots, at least not yet. This was right. This was the right move.

Felicitas and you have been a couple for years, you lived together, worked together and loved one another - your heart knew what to do.

Make her your wife.

You sat on the couch, waiting for Feli. The food was probably cold, the varnish of your nails completely pealed off as you started outside, the velvet box in your hand. When was she coming home? With each minute that passed by, your nerves rose. Your earlier confident self turned into an anxious one - you hadn‘t even prepared a speech. Gosh!

Desperately trying to think about some loving words, you only snapped out of your trance as you heard the keys being placed down, "Liebe?" the brunette called right after.

"Living room" you called, standing up from the couch, arms hidden behind your back.

Just now, the defender realized the pool of rose petals on the floor, heart skipping more and more beats, the closer she got to the room.

She gasped when she saw the beauty of a living room, her true love standing in the middle as candles lit the room, "hi" you smiled.

"Hi?" your girlfriend said, looking around, eyes so bright as she walked up to you, "what‘s all this?" she asked a bit confused. Of course, the german knew about your no-thoughts-quick-actions as she called them, always surprised with the things you decided - never a clue what you were 'thinking'.

Her arms looped around your neck, claiming their usual spot as her fingers started to play with your hair, the most effective manner to calm you down.

"Marry me" you breathed out, no others words spilling out of your mouth.

Silence.

"I love you and I don‘t want to spend another day knowing that you’re just my girlfriend when I want you to be my wife. I promise to treat you right and love you with every inch of my heart till the end of time" you filled the awkward silence, rambling about the love you shared. "Take this ring," you opened the velvet box, "as a promise and a sign of love and fidelity. You‘re my forever." you got down on one knee, looking up at the love of your life, "please, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she shrieked, clinging on to you for her dear life, kissing every inch of skin in her reach. She had waited so long for this moment. She knew she wanted to marry you as soon as she saw your first no-thoughts-quick-action move. She was totally smitten for you ever since.

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[underforeversgrace]

after the water

DannyMay2023 Day 30: Post Reveal

title: after the water

words: 1770

Summary: Part 2 of under the river by popular demand

Part 2 of 2

Warnings: None!

AU: Trans Danny Fenton

Beta by: @probably-dead

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Silence stretched like a chasm between the two hunters and the ghost of their son, neither sure how to respond.

“Yeah,” Jack finally said. “It’s us, kiddo.”

Jack grimaced as Danny glanced to the weapons on his and Maddie’s belts before coming closer and accepting his father’s outstretched hand. Jack tried to give a comforting smile as he pulled the specter close to him in a gentle hug, the ache in his chest having nothing to do with the recent near-drowning experience he had suffered.

“We need to talk, don’t we?” Phantom mumbled, setting his feet on the ground but not releasing Jack’s hand, which was a small comfort.

“I think so, sweetie.” Maddie said, stepping closer and reaching for him as well. He flinched some but recovered quickly, giving her a tentative smile, which she took as permission, gently laying a hand on his shoulder.

Phantom glanced at the water behind him, where Jazz’s car now rested. Ah, they were going to have to buy her a new car, weren’t they? Well, it wasn’t Jack’s fault Jazz’s normal car hadn’t been able to handle that curve at a hundred twenty miles per hour! The GAV would’ve been able to! And Jazz was the one who insisted on having a normal car and not letting her parents build her one when they’d offered!

Oh, she was going to be so mad.

“I think I need to give us all a lift home, if… if you trust me?” Danny said with a wry grin. Maddie and Jack shot a quick glance at each other before simultaneously nodding. Ghost of their son or not, this was still their son. He still had done everything he could to save his father. Did this mean they had three children now? Jazz, Danny, and Danny’s ghost?

Did Phantom already live there? He had just called it home. Or was he just remembering his life?

“Uh, prepare for liftoff?” He said as he grabbed both his parents’ hands firmly. A chill sunk deep into Jack, spreading from his hand to his entire body as Phantom passed his abilities to them, lifting the two of them effortlessly. “Might feel weird, by the way. I’m going to make us all intangible. Apparently the wind is a little much for humans.”

Another, deeper cold settled into Jack and the sudden sensation of not being able to feel swept across him as they flew. The sun, the temperature, the wind, Danny’s hand in his own - Jack could feel none of it. And then - after several minutes of silence, none able to hear over the roar of the wind as the flew the many, many miles home - when Danny phased them in through the top of the building, Jack felt suffocated as his entire body went through solid concrete and steel, a sudden instinctual fear gripping his stomach as he wondered what would happen to him if Phantom decided to return them back to the tangible plane while they were encased like this.

But his fear was entirely unfounded as Phantom simply guided them to the kitchen and set them on the floor, releasing his grip on them immediately and floating back several feet away from them, keeping an eye on the ghost shield button across the kitchen from where he’d set them.

Realization - again - slapped Jack across the face. Danny had put them as far away from the button as possible so if either of them made for it, he could escape before the shield came down.

“So. Talking?” Danny asked, crossing his legs and floating in midair.

“Are you okay?” was the first thing out of Jack’s mouth. He had a million other questions but first he needed to know if his son was okay.

“Well, I haven’t been shot today!” Danny said with a grin before a face of embarrassment settled as both parents looked at him in horror. “Ah. Not a good joke. Sorry. Are you okay, Dad? You’re the one who nearly drowned.”

Jack waved the question away. “I’m fine, son. You saved me, after all.”

A green blush rose into his face. “No problem.” he mumbled.

“Can I ask what happened?” Maddie asked cautiously. “I understand if not!”

“Oh, uh, yeah I can talk about it. Any ghost can, actually, some just don’t want to. It is typically something traumatizing, y’know?” he answered with a shrug. Jack took a deep breath, bracing for whatever his son was about to say. Ghosts didn’t form from peaceful deaths and Jack only knew of one incident Danny had been in that could have hurt him that bad. “I may have lied about how bad the portal was?”

Jack ran a hand through his hair, gripping and pulling at some strands. “You died.” he whispered, a statement, not a question.

“I got better!” Danny quickly insisted, suddenly standing (floating?) back up, shaking his hands at them to calm down.

“And you’ve been hiding this from us?” Maddie spoke up.

Phantom’s eyes dropped to the floor. “Can you blame me?” he asked softly.

“You really thought we wouldn’t accept you?” Maddie asked, the hurt in her voice mirroring the pain in Jack’s heart. “We’ve always accepted you!”

Danny snorted. “Are you really trying to equate me transitioning to this situation?”

“We told you then - you will always be our child, our son. That’s still true. We will always accept you.” Jack said gently.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t see the similarities in buying me a binder and getting me scheduled with a doctor equated to becoming a ghost!” Danny snapped at them. He continued, quieter. “You don’t hate men. You don’t hate trans people. You loathe a ghost’s simple existence. Even before the portal opened, I knew what you wanted to do to a ghost. What do you want me to say?”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Jack began. “We do. Only us. You should have never had to doubt us. We were so happy when you came out to us, Danny, that you trusted us, that you knew we loved you and always would. We messed up somewhere to make you doubt that.”

“Jack’s right. You never should have felt the need to hide this and that is our fault. Not yours.” Maddie agreed, heavily sitting into one of the kitchen chairs, dropping her head into her hands for a moment before looking back up, a sudden fierceness in her face. “Danny, look at me. I love you. You are my child first and foremost. I love you and your sister more than anything. There is nothing in this entire world I will ever hate more than I love you. Do you understand me?”

“I…” Phantom started, slowly floating back down to the ground until his feet rested on the floor, glancing at Jack.

“I will never feel anything for you other than love and acceptance.” Jack answered his unasked question.

“You guys are okay with this? You’re sure?”

“Are we okay with the fact our invention killed you? No. Are we okay we’ve shot you and made you afraid of us? Also no. Are we okay with everything else? Of course. It just may take some getting used to, having three kids.” Maddie answered.

“Three?!” Phantom exclaimed, his face immediately morphing from cautious hope to extreme shock. “Are you pregnant? And this is how you’re telling me?!”

“Do you and human Danny still count yourselves as one person?” Jack asked. That would be… confusing.

“Yes?” Phantom answered, more as a question than an answer.

“Okay, so still two kids, but one of them occupies two separate bodies. I can work with that. We can work that.” Maddie said, though Jack could practically see the gears turning in her head. “Do you want your own room? Or have you been living here and sharing with… other Danny? What’s the appropriate terminology?”

Bafflement settled onto Phantom’s tan face and then a bright flash of white light seemed to burn Jack’s retinas.

A half hour ago, Jack had determined that waking up feeling like he was drowning without water, Phantom clung to him and crying, was the strangest thing he’d ever experienced in his life, the biggest shock he would ever experience as he realized Phantom was the ghost of his youngest child.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” A very clearly human Danny Fenton answered and Jack suddenly had a new biggest shock of his life.

Maddie made a sound of vague confusion and Jack felt his brain trying to reboot.

“You’re… dead?” Maddie finally managed.

“We’ve already established I’m half ghost, mom,” Danny said, looking at his parents like they were the crazy ones.

“We have established no such thing, young man.” Maddie said, slipping into her mom voice.

“Maybe we should restart? Start from the beginning?” Jack offered up, though he finally slipped into a chair as well.

“What did you two think was going on?” Danny asked, apparently realizing there had been some sort of miscommunication somewhere.

“You went into the portal, got very hurt and… and died, long enough to form a ghost, before somehow recovering.” Maddie answered.

“Oh. Uh. You’re half right?” Danny responded, awkwardly shrugging. “But it isn’t a human Danny and a ghost Danny. One Danny with two forms. I’m half and half.”

“Half… ghost.” Jack managed. “How?”

“You two are the scientists. Our best guess is ‘ghost biology is weird.’”

“‘Our?’” Maddie asked.

“Uh, Sam and Tuck were there for my accident?”

The two adults remained silent, their minds trying to process the absolute upheaval of everything they had ever known. Danny began to fidget nervously. “Is this still okay?”

“Yes.” Maddie said immediately. “We just… you just negated decades of research, both that we’ve done and others in the field have done. We’re reevaluating our life choices, not you.”

“Well… now you can study better! You can meet some of the other ghosts! So, uh, noninvasive studies only.” Danny said, grinning. “Family field trip to the Ghost Zone! You can meet my doctor and my mentor and my ghost dad who controls time and this queen who I helped overthrow her brother and-“ He continued to excitedly babble about all the things they could do in Zone, all the various ghosts he knew.

Looking at Maddie though, at her messy hair and the hand still half buried in her hair, the look on her face so clearly ‘I am listening but my brain short circuited fifteen minutes ago,’ Jack had to bite down a giggle.

And then - “Wait, did you just say a ghost dad who controls time?”

#grace writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #jack fenton #dannymay2023 #maddie fenton #Day 30: Post Reveal #Uhhhh yeah its kinda a loose interpretation of that? #Everyone thinks it's a post reveal (like the characters do) #But no it's 1.7k of miscommunication bc people like to assume

[macravishedbymactavish]

Logan Walker x F!Reader

TW for swearing, typical COD violence, everyone is traumatized after the events of the canon Ghosts ending, description of injury.

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Chapter 04

"Quick in and out, grab our correspondent and go," you heard Merrick explain to your team, knowing he was getting varied responses.

You were uneasy, feeling a weight inside your heart. Nobody was ready for this. It was too soon. But this needs to be done.

Keegan had gotten a briefing earlier on today, leaving him less concerned but still nervous. Considering this was the second rescue mission in under 3 months.

Hesh was cold, jaw set tight as he listened to the plan. Eyes studying the maps and diagrams. A piece of your heart chipped away, knowing he was both terrified and determined this mission. His first mission since Logan's capture.

You sat in the medical wing, legs crossed in the chair beside the bed. It was your turn as the best friend (or "Hesh Duty" as Kick once called it, only to be batted upside the head by a "not mad, but disappointed" Merrick for saying it). The physical injuries healing rather well, the emotional....not so much. Not that anyone could blame him.

"This is ridiculous, why am I still here?" Hesh groaned, walking back to the bed. "I'm able to walk around, and take care of myself. Why am I wasting a bed?" You bit the inside of your cheek, both of you knew why he was still admitted.

It was rather irresponsible to discharge him with the amount of night terrors he was still experiencing.

It scared the shit out of you the first time it happened. It was exactly a week after everyone was given the news that Hesh's survival from the accident was more than probable. You had been staying the night, the deep rooted fear that you would lose him too rooted into your chest. You knew from when you met Logan that Hesh was part of the package. A buy one get one free deal. Take it or leave it. Logan later admitted after a year into your relationship that he was terrified you would be annoyed by the close relationship between them. Considering they are polar opposites. You found it charming, heartwarming how the two would lay their lives down for the other (and eventually you as well). You had found a soulmate and best friend with the brothers.

You had been sleeping, when a bang startled you awake. Heart racing, you shot up glancing around the dark room for the source of the sound -- hearing a struggle in the far corner. Turning on the lamp you felt tears begin pouring down your cheeks when you saw him. Hands shaking in fists, pressed against the wall as he fought the demons in his head. The broken picture on the floor giving you hints as to what the bang was.

"David...what's going on" you whispered, walking up behind him slowly. Being mindful to make your presence known. "Hey." You were now beside him, watching tears pour down his cheeks as he started hyperventilating.

"You son of a bitch. Leave him alone" he growled through gritted teeth, followed by a scream of his brothers name. You felt your chest tighten, hearing the nurses come into the room to investigate the yelling. You backed up, watching as they guided him back to his bed. Your eyes widened at the crimson spot soaking through the gown.

"I'm so sorry, we need you to leave for now while we clean this up," one of the nurses started, giving you a knowing look. All the staff understood what your team had gone through, why this room was always full of people during the day.

"No." You heard a raw voice interupt. "Please, let her stay" His eyes now focused on you, tears still pouring out. Without hesitation you were at his side again, fingers intertwined in silent comfort as they cleaned the wound on his chest and applied new stitches. Listening as the doctor explained what night terrors were, and that they were going to prescribe medication nightly to prevent this from happening at least until his stitches healed fully.

"I was there again," Hesh mumbled, the drugs they gave, starting to kick in about 15 minutes later. "I was at the beach," his voice broke, green eyes filled with pain. You listened silently, willing yourself not to cry again.

"Every night I've been back there. Thinking we won, it was over. Then he's suddenly taken away again and I can't do anything about it". His blinks became longer as he started dozing off. "It should have been me. Dad and Logan are both gone and it's all because of me" was the last sentence he mumbled before finally falling into a drug induced sleep.

It was the first and last time he told you anything about that day.

"We need 2 for the close quarters. Keegan will be overwatch"

Hesh opts in, you feel Logan terrified in the corner. You were the only one he told about wanting out of this life. Whether it be fear of the consequences, or feeling like a traitor - he didn't say and you didn't pry. Soon the rest of the team followed Hesh's gaze; all eyes on Logan. Watching and waiting for a response. The quiet debate in the room: the mission is easy, but is he ready?

If I lose all my skill... everyone will be safe if they find me.

The words echoed in your head, so loud that you almost didn't hear yourself volunteer to work alongside Hesh for this.

Almost.

"Okay. Wheels up will be in 4 days - it's our first mission back as a team in over a couple of months. Train while you can, and make sure you're fit for duty here. No shame in taking more time if you need it, " Merrick finished.

You were on your way out of the meeting room after discussing the plan in further detail when you felt a hand catch your arm and pull you aside.

"What was that?" Logan softly snapped, expression clearly concerned. You were confused and quite frankly annoyed at his attitude. While you loved him more than words could describe, snapping at you for no good reason wasn't going to fly.

"I'm getting back to work. To make sure the training doesn't go to waste and to leave the world a little bit better, " you whispered back, being a bit more harsh than you intended. "Why are you so mad about it? My arm is fine, and this needs to be done. Hesh, Keegan and I will be fine." You pulled your arm back, trying to catch his gaze. Which he was making a point to avoid.

No, your heart sunk. Watching his change in demeanor.

We were doing so good.

"You don't.....nevermind. Good luck on the mission, " he deadpanned, turning and walking down the hall. Leaving you in a confused, frustrated state.

What just happened?

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#call of duty ghosts #logan walker #logan walker x reader #david hesh walker #keegan p russ #cod logan

[straight4joekeery]

Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part six)

Prev. Part one

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The drive didn’t feel to long. He had Eddie’s tape in and listened to the full thing twice. He didn’t even cry! He was kinda proud of himself.

He took out the tape and pulled onto the curb by their house and saw the girls running towards the car. They looked beyond thrilled. Robin jumped in the front seat and Vickie sat in the back.

They went to put he seatbelt on and Vickie started to speak in the process, “okay so I have the whole day planned out first we are going to go the local- woah. Steve you look…” she struggled to find the words so Robin assisted her;

“Hot. Wow Steve did you have a mid-life crisis?”

“You think I’m only living to be 52?”

“No. It’s just… weird. Eddie would probably be having an aneurysm right now.”

Steve blushed. Bad. He started the car to hide it, “No he would not.”

“Uh yes he would. Have you seen yourself?!?!” She yelled. “So anyways we thought we should go to the mall before we went to a bar to up your dreadful fashion sense,” rude, “but you CLEARLY have that covered now! By the way how? How did this happen… IS THAT MY LIPGLOSS??”

“No… it was mine from the Scoops days,” he winked at the girls.

“Oh. Ew. Makes sense but ew. Anyways. I guess we can get this party started early. Any bar in town I guess. You get to pick.”

“Oh aren’t you sweet,” he placed his hand over his heart and mock smiled. She just grinned in returned, “did you bring a tape?”

“You know me better than that. Of course I did. Anddd in honor of you,” she pulls out the tape and does a very professional reveal, “it’s ABBA!” He grinned as she put it in and they all immediately broke into song.

It makes the truth even more Incomprehensible.

‘Cause everything is new

And everything is you.

And I’ll I’ve learned

Had overturned.

What can I do?

Don’t go wasting you emotions,

Lay all your love on me.

And oh boy. That instantly reminded Steve of him. He misses him. He wished that maybe, just maybe, he liked him back. He knew how unhealthy this was. It was never going to happen he had to stop.

“Um how about this one?” He pointed at a bar.

“Uh yeah sorry, no.”

“Why? What’s wrong with that one?”

Robin sighed, “Steve. Oh Steve. My bestest friend in the whole wide world. That right there,” she pointed back at the bar, “is a gay bar.” Oh. Wait. Perfect. He will definitely take this as an opportunity to expose his deepest, darkest secret… that he himself has only known for about 4 hours.

“Okay… and?”

“What do you mean and? Why would you want to be in there?”

“… fork spotted in a kitchen?”

Robin practically chocked on air, “excuse me? Pull over,” uh oh. He found the nearest open spot and obliged. “Are you joking? Cause this isn’t funny.”

“Robin calm down… but Steve if you are joking please tell me because I will freak out if you are,” Vickie stage whispered.

“Robs… Vick… I would never joke about that,” Vickie squealed, an ear piercing squeal, “plus look at my outfit!” He and Vickie laughed. She looked so excited. She announced that she was going in the bar to buy celebratory shots and just to meet her in there. He thanked her and looked back over to Robin. She looked sad.

“Steve?”

“What’s wrong? Are you mad at me? I’m so sorry!”

“No! Don’t apologize, it’s just,” she sighed and he eyes started to water. Oh. What did he do. He’s a horrible friend, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Robs, I’m sorry. I would have told you sooner but I just figured it out today,” he faked laughed.

“Really?”

“Yeah really,” he smiled and reached out for her hand which she took. (For someone who claims Eddie is his best friend, this was sure easier. But thankfully, he knew why now.)

“Now be honest with me,” he tilted his head, “was it Eddie? That made you realize. ” Woah. Well, that was quick.

“What?! No!” She raised he eyebrows. Why did she always have to be right? It’s honestly annoying. He sighed and mumbled, “yes.” She shrieked.

“I knew it! No one looks at their ‘best friend’,” she air quoted, “like that! Wait. Does mean I’m your official best friend again?”

“Don’t tell Eddie but, you were always my best friend,” he winked. She looked like a 5 year old who’d just been told their going to Disney Land.

“My lips are sealed,” she motioned zipping her lips and throwing the key, “okay we better go before Vick gets trashed without us.”

The bar was beautiful to say the least. The lights were colorful and bright, there were a lot of people dancing. He noticed most men were with men. Most women were with other women. People could be free here. It was amazing. “Steve! Robin! Come here!” Vickie called from the actual bar. “Okay be thankful, I waited for you guys,” there was a guy standing next to her and he was… cute? (He felt relieved he could think these things without it being weird now) “Oh! Steve meet Trent! He’s a bartender here!” He waved at the other man, “okay can we PLEASE get wasted now?! I haven’t drank in months.”

They downed the shots with ease (besides Robin who grimaced and yelled, “who would willingly drink this?!”). Vickie and Steve did three more rounds before ultimately giving up. Robin had to let the whole world know she was going to the bathroom and was back in less than a minute. No one questioned it because time didn’t really make sense at the moment.

Robin was now on her second dirty Shirley, which somehow made her ridiculously drunk. Robin was the clingiest drunk he had ever met and was now standing behind Vickie with her arms wrapped around her and face buried into his neck. They were so cute that it made Steve physically ill.

By the time they arrived Steve had been hit on (by guys!!) a total of 13 times. Steve politely declined all of their offers to dance. “Steveeeee,” Vickie called out, “what was the point of going to a gay bar if you’re not going to dance with the cute boyyys?!” Good question actually. He feels like he shouldn’t, for Eddie. But what does that even have to do anything. He DOES NOT like him back. (Right?)

“I just-“ he began to say but was cut off.

“Stevie is very much to interested in someone else at the moment,” Robin cheered. You could visibly see the gears turning in Vickie’s head. Steve sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“Ooooohhhh. Is it E-“ she began but Robin quickly put a hand over her mouth.

“Shhhh,” Robin slurred, “don’t reveal his deep dark secret.” Vickie giggled and smiled at Steve. After a long and awkward moment of silence, Robin spoke up again, “oh em gee Vickkk this is our sooonnnggg.” It was some random pop song that (shockingly) Steve had never heard.

“Dance?”

“Please. I cant stand here another second with love deprived Steve,” she rolled her eyes and laughed. He flipped her off as they stumbled away.

“Ah young love,” Jesus. He honestly forgot he was here, “so what brings you here?” Oh goodie. Small talk was practically his least favorite thing in the world.

“I wanted to drink away my feelings,” now, even though he thinks this guy is cute, he just figured out he was gay barely 7 hours ago and was in no need for the pressure of a relationship. That is unless it was Eddie of course. So he was just hoping he would take the hint and leave him alone. If you couldn’t tell, Steve was almost always angry when he was drunk. Trent spoke barely a sentence and Steve already thought he was annoying. Drinking made him think about the ‘big questions’ and reminded him of the Upside Down. He did love the fuzzy feeling in his brain and that is precisely why he threw back one last shot.

“Oh. What happened?” Dude shut up. He’s clearly not in the mood.

“Well for one I just found out I was gay, the love of my life,” that felt good to say out loud, “is away for three months, and my brain said ‘hey remember all of your childhood trauma? No? Here let me show you!’” He went silent. Good.

“Yikes,” did he really just say yikes? Literally who says that? “Want another?” He says shaking the shot glass.

“No. I need to sober up. No way in hell they’re driving,” he says pointing at the dance floor.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything.” And he walked away! And all he had to do was trauma dump. He turns the stool to face the girls. He noticed many people. A girl who had the coolest hair he had ever seen. A younger boy, he looked happy like he finally found where he belonged. He saw a girl named Tiffany who was in his chemistry class. It honestly made a lot of sense she was here. She was with one of the cheerleaders a year above him. Small world it is. And his personal favorite: a guy who looked really… normal? Like Steve a couple years back when he was in what Robin called his ‘horrible polo phase’. He was with what Steve guessed was his boyfriend. He was wearing a black shirt with black pants. He had a buzz cut and (what Steve thought was awesome) bright pink nail polish. What was even better about this couple was revealed when he turned around. A corroded coffin shirt. Even smaller world. (It still shocks Steve to his core when he notices that people practically fangirl over Eddie.) For the next hour or so he just watches. Watches all of the people just be free and happy. Kind of stalker-ish.

“Steve! We gotta go. Little birdie feels sick,” Vickie said while holding Robin up next to her. He walked to the other side of robins so she could balance between the two of them.

“Awweee,” she attempted to whisper, “I love you guys! Question. Would you guys be like totally mad at me if I said when I went to the bathroom I smoked a complete strangers weed?”

“Robin! Why would you do that. You know your tolerance is absolutely horrible,” Vickie said when they were finally out of the building. They had parked two blocks away. Great.

“Okay so you’re mad! So no I didn’t do it!”

“I wondered how someone could get that wrecked after two Shirley’s,” Steve said more so to himself.

“Steve?”

“What Robs?”

“You know how much faster this would be if you gave me a piggy back ride?”

…

“Steve?”

“Fine.” Robin grins and lets go of the two of them. Robin walked backwards to get a running start (followed closely by Vickie because this was bound to go wrong). She made Steve squat and ran. Oh no. But with some miracle, nothing went wrong. And just like that she was on Steve’s back. Easy peasy. He only almost fell over 3 times from Robin hitting him in the head and/or kicking him.

Once they got to the car he placed he down and got in the drives seat. “Well that was interesting. Same time next week?”

“Definitely!” They both said perfectly in sync. “Minus the weed right Robin?”

“No promises,” she winked.

They went back to their house and, after Steve answered their phone and they all talked to whoever it was for 15 minutes, all immediately passed out. Robin on the floor, Steve on the couch, and somehow Vickie managed to get to the bed.

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I am EXTREMELY sorry about how short this is. I got like 4 hours of sleep last night and rushed this today so I can go to sleep. It’s also probably crap because of the fact I’m tired. I honestly dc about it tho. I feel like the rest will probably still continue to be short so I am so sorry. Anyways. I thought including the whole Zendaya spotted at a gay bar! thing was funny. ABBA Steve truther. Now the boring stuff: if you want to be tagged in future parts comment or reblog! Make sure you have your tags on!

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Hello Future: Chapter 3

Pairing: Na Jaemin x f!reader (ft. Lee Donghyuck, and the rest of the Dream ‘00 line) Genre: fluff, angst, time leap!au

Hello Future Series Masterlist⤑: ̗̀➛

“Donghyuck is a great guy. Do thank him for what he does. He will always care about your happiness. He will cure your broken heart. He deserves to be appreciated, more than anyone else.”

In the past few weeks, you had become closer to Jaemin. Both of you were almost inseperable. It stirred up inexperienced feelings inside of you, and slowly but surely, your feelings for him grew.

During recess one day, Jaemin got into trouble with one of the members of the soccer club because of you. And he wouldn't talk to you after that.

It was afternoon when you were standing at the lockers with Donghyuck, gripping your bag tightly. Donghyuck pats your head. “Don't run away, Y/n. Don't run away from your future, or what scares you, face it.”

‘What's happening? This wasn't in the letter... Is the future changing?’ You thought to yourself.

“But.... They got into a fight because of me... And now Jaemin is probably mad at me.” You felt tears gather up in your eyes. ‘What's wrong with me?’ You thought. ‘Why do I cry so much?’

Donghyuck scoffs. “Yeah right, as if that boy can ever be mad at you.” He smiles. You frantically shook your head. “No! It's... It's different.” You said, lips trembling. “I can't talk to him like I used to before I.. I think I want to tell him something.... Different.” A tear slipped out of your eyes, cheeks flushing red.

Donghyuck knew at that moment, that you were ready to give your heart to Jaemin.

“Then talk to him. You'll be alright.” He says, smiling at you, with a sincerity you could barely believe. He then turned to face the window. “Besides, I think he wants to talk to you too. He can barely focus during practice. He just wants to find the right time to talk.”

Turning back with a smile, he said one last thing, “How can Jaemin talk to you if you run away?”

There was a minute of silence, before you spoke up. “I'll talk to him! Right now!” You said, with a new determination. Donghyuck nodded. “Go for it. Fighting!” He smiled. “Thank you, Donghyuck!” You said, before running away.

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It was the school fest, and all the students were busy in preparations. You were in charge of decoration and cleaning around the pool, along with Donghyuck and Jaemin.

All the students were supposed to be heading to fest duties after school was over. You put your bag in the locker, after changing into the PE uniform. You touched the small paper bag in your locker, smiling to yourself. It was a present from Jaemin, a barrette hair clip. An apology gift, is what he called it. You decided to wear it, and then headed downstairs towards the pool.

“Oi Y/n! Headed to the pool?” Donghyuck called out to you from the end of the hallway, running towards you. “I'll go with you.” He said, trying to catch his breath. “Slow down, I'm not running away.” You laughed.

You looked so pretty when you laughed, Donghyuck thought, a smile making it's way to his face. He took a minute to quietly stare at you, smiling like an idiot as he observed your face. The small dimples that form on your cheeks when you smile, your eyes that always had hope in them, your beautiful hair....... He recognised the barrette on it. Given by Jaemin. His smile faltered a little. He wished he was the one who was supposed to give her a barrette. Who was supposed to end up with her.

“Earth to Donghyuck? You okay?” Your voice broke him out of his trance. “Yeah, let's go quickly.” He said.

And later when you hurt your hand while working on the decorations, Jaemin bandaged it. “Be more careful next time. I didn't even know you'd gotten hurt. Donghyuck gave me these band-aids.” He smiled, turning to Donghyuck who was lifting a few boxes. “You didn't have to mention that to her.” He mumbled, cheeks blushed.

You smiled happily, looking at Donghyuck, “Thank you Donghyuck! Thank you for everything! You're the best friend ever!” You said, remembering how the letter had asked you to thank him.

Donghyuck looked up at the sky, trying to control his tears. They rolled down his cheeks. A friend, that's all he'd be, but atleast he was a good one. Atleast he made you happy. He looked over to where you were standing with Jaemin, him holding your hand, and he smiled. You two were meant to be, forever. “Are you crying?” Jaemin asked, concerned.

“Shut up. These are tears of happiness.”

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“If the letters reach the Bermuda triangle, they will experience a time lapse. That's what we assumed. If by an chance, you have receive the letter, and are able to save Jaemin, then the future I exist in may not change, but your future, a parallel one, will. I don't think it will, but I'm hoping for the best.

Renjun, Jeno, Jiwoo and Y/n have also recieved the letters, just in case if you didn't know.”

“I'm a horrible person. I stole Y/n from him. Don't lose Jaemin. Save him at all costs. Live a life without regrets. Let Y/n and Jaemin be happy together. That's all I can ask from you.

-Lee Donghyuck, from the future.”

“I think all of you know why we are gathered here today.” Donghyuck says. “No, we actually don't. I was peacefully having my lunch before you dragged me here.” Renjun grumbled.

“All of you recieved letters from your future selves, right?” You asked, and you could feel the atmosphere of the room change. “How did you know?” Jeno asked.

You shared a look with Donghyuck and nodded, before turning back to the others. “We recieved it too. And Donghyuck's letter mentioned that all of us did.”

“So you read the full thing right? We need to save Jaemin.” Jiwoo said, and everybody in the room looked down. “You're right. We obviously need to.” Renjun says.

“The incident is supposed to take place on 20th April, 2023, which is in five months. It's December, now. We need to make a plan. My letter has mentioned the exact timings. We need to be thorough with it.”

Everyone huddled up, ready to take the challenge.

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Until the incident, everyone did everything they could to make Jaemin happy.

He opened up to you and Donghyuck about his mother. She had passed away in an accident when he was young, and he kept blaming himself for it. “If only I would've stayed home, if only I wouldn't have insisted that we go out...” He said, his words cut off by his own tears. You softly caressed his hair, and Donghyuck engulfed him in a hug. “Stop feeling regret. You haven't done anything wrong.” He said, tears coming out of his eyes.

You found out that Jaemin lived with his grandmother, who couldn't make him home-cooked lunches, early in the morning. You cooked lunch for him yourself, handing it over to him during recess one day.

“I-I don't know if you'll like it or not- but please eat it!” You said, hesitantly handing him the lunch box. He did eat it, and he complimented you on it. And deep in his heart, he thought about how lucky he was to have a friend like you, taking care of him.

Jaemin's birthday rolled around, and all of you threw him a surprise party in the class. He'd never had one before, he'd never even had a birthday party before, and tears made their way to his face.

And one fine afternoon, in the art room, he finally did what you had wanted him to do. “I think I love you, Y/n.” He said. “I feel the same way.” You smiled at him. “I love you so much, so please, don't go away, don't leave me.” You said, tears rolling down your cheeks. He seemed confused, but only if he knew...

You went on a first date with him, watching the festival and fireworks together. “I will never forget this day.” He said, looking at you as he held your hand. “Because today, I am truly happy, you make me happy.” He said. You smiled. You had succeeded. You had made him happy, even if it was for one day.

You would hang out with him on the school terrace everyday, simply enjoying the wind, as he would rest his chin on the railing, staring at you with a smile on his face. Watching you eat your lunch, and talk about your day, he loved every little thing you did. And he would softly stroke your hair, making you blush.

He had finally found happiness, he thought, in you and his new friends.

“Don't lose, Jaemin. Promise me, all of us will still be together, even ten years from now, you'll be with us. We'll all be waiting for you.”

Masterlist

Hello Future: Chapter 4⤑: ̗̀➛

#nct #nct u #nct x reader #nct fluff #fluff #idol x reader #nct 127 #nct dream #haechan #haechan nct #haechan fluff #haechan x reader #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #donghyuck nct #donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin fluff #jaemin x reader #na jaemin x reader

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okay yes i know i am like five years too late but like i'm finally watch american horror story and shit its really good

#ahs #mads mumbings

[adulthooliganism]

@spacemancharisma what did you do to my notes

#how did you find that post it was from like 5 months ago #personal mumbing #ALSO IM NOT MAD JSUT 2 BE CLEAR IM JUST CONFUSED SKLJS

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why are they being like That like its been two hours and i cannot get over it

#dan and phil #mads mumbings

[k3rm1e]

hi! can you write wilbur with a very VERY chaotic reader? like completely different to what people portray his s/o to be in fanfics! the reader has a very schlatt and techno personality? and they don’t like showing pda unlike wil and he makes them really flustered.

thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

chaos is what killed the dinosaurs darling

hi! can you write wilbur with a very VERY chaotic reader? like completely different to what people portray his s/o to be in fanfics! the reader has a very schlatt and techno personality? and they don’t like showing pda unlike wil and he makes them really flustered.

thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hi anon! sorry for taking a while to get back to you. i hope you like this either way (and yes the title is a heathers reference)

cw: cursing 

chaos is what killed the dinosaurs darling:

  after being kicked out of his office, wilbur had to stream in the house for a while. which, sure, it was fine there’s nothing inherently wrong with him streaming there - except for the fact that you were so bored, your brain was melting. you felt like the simuloid transforming to look like alex rogan.

  knowing he was in the room just a few feet away was killing you. when he was in his office he was too far away for you to bother him, so it was fine. but now you were dying. whatever. he wouldn’t care if you barged in. definitely.

  standing up from the couch, you barged into the room. you walked toward him as he questioned you. “uh, what are you doing in here? i’m, uh, live, y’know.” you walked behind his chair, ignoring him. you pulled him away from the desk by the back of his spinny chair, causing him to go across the room. behind you, you heard a small crash and a “shit!” yelled from your boyfriend. oops.

  “hello chat. my stream now.” chat was having a freak out of its own, some mad that you threw wil across the room and some laughing. sometime during you’re coming in and throwing wilbur, he took of his headphones. putting them on, you listened to the laughs of one philza minecraft.

  “hello philza minecraft. dadza. it is i, wilbur shit.” you stared deadpan at the camera.

  through the headphones you could hear phil laughing through a “what the fuck”. “hello, uh, hello wilbur shit. uh, you sure that’s your name?”

  “yes. it is i, wilbur shit. i write about train stations and hot bi- girls. hot girls.” wilbur walked over to you and was trying to rip the headphones of your head.

  “give me back my fucking headphones!” you could hear him laughing through the one ear that was uncovered. you reached up in an attempt to keep the headphones on.

  “don’t grab my headphones, fucking bitch!” you were pulling them back on with one hand and swatting his arm with the other.

  “your headphones? this is my stream, my chat.” he had finally gotten the headphones from you and you were now turned around trying to get them. he put them on and was standing to his full height for once. fucking bitch.

  “give me them back, now. this is my stream.” you were ready to kill this man. you come in here to have a good time and this is how you’re treated? you mentally sighed and ‘smh’.

  “uh, no. what are you gonna do anyways, short bitch? call me names?” he stared at his monitor, trying to make sure you didn’t mess up his set up and that he didn’t miss any donos.

  “yes, actually, i will call you names. bitchbur. bitchbur soot. bitchbur shit. yeah, i said it. you’re a bitch. and not even a pretty one.”

  wilbur made a fake shocked expression. “now, now, don’t speak like that. go do something useful instead of traumatizing the poor people trying to watch the stream. like fixing the chair you threw or something.”.

  “ok, ok, i know when i’m not wanted. i’ll clean for you.” you walked casually out the room until you got to the hallway, where you ran so fast your socks made you slip and slide into the other room, like in the breakfast club. to think of it, han solo also did the same, as did kylo. slido ren.

  you quickly grabbed the handheld vacuum from the front room. wilbur appreciates your chaos, at least you think he does. he better, or else you have a boyfriend to fake breakup with. youtube video tears and everything included.

  you arrived at the bedroom, and walked in with a “oh wilburrrrrr….”.

  he mumbed a “oh god fucking damnit…” before yelling “come in!”. you walked in and over to him, turning the vacuum on as it was up against hsi coat. “what the fuck are you doing???”

  “cleaning the dirt up, bitch.” you moved the vacuum up and down his arm.

  “for the love of god, please stop.” wilbur stood up and began a play fight with you. he ended the fight by knocking the now switched off vacuum out of your hand and pick you up by your waist.

  “put me the fuck down!!!” oh shit. pda pda pda. no no no nonononononono.

  “hmmmm… no.” wilbur bonked you on the top of you head with his lips. fuck this bitch and his cutesy pda bullshit. he threw you on the bed and left to go end his stream. once everything was turned off, he went over to you. “why do you have to cause so much stupid chaos on my stream? just why?”

  “because chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.” you smiled at him.

  “y’know, it’s very worrying to me that you’re quoting jason dean.” he stared at you with a fake judgemental expression.

  “nah, it really isn't. now let’s go get slushies instead of going to therapy.” you jumped off the bed and dragged him out the room, lightly whispering “freeze your brain…”.

hello this has been finished i hope you enjoyed! please ignore all the movie references i made one and then i couldn’t stop

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader

[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: Silence is Golden?

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N don’t get into a lot of fights, but this one will leave you speechless...literally.

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night

A/N: Hey! Did you know I created a Masterlist?! You can view here (X)!

Every couple has their good and bad days. Some people will even say it’s healthy to have a little dispute once and awhile. For Y/N and Tom, the bad days just kept on coming. Maybe it was due to the work piling up on Y/N’s plate lately, or the fact that Tom was stressing about going to Berlin in 2 weeks for his work. Either way, both of them were under pressure, and with everything going on, it’d be no surprise that even the smallest things would irritate them.

“Tom I told you to put your luggage off to the side. One of us is going to trip with all this shit in our room.” Y/N scolded as she pushed the black luggage to the side of wall.

Tom was sitting in bed, rolling his eyes at his fiance’s comment and went back to focusing on his script. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal if you just cleaned the room every weekend like you were supposed to do.” He grumbled as he highlighted his lines.

“I was working the entire weekend. I told you I had a huge release to prep for and last time I rememebered I’m your fiance not your maid. It wouldn’t kill if you could just do some of the chores in the house instead of having me, Harry, Harrison, or Tuwaine do it for you.” She argued, glaring down at Tom with her arms crossed. “Just cause your some hot shot celebrity doesn’t mean you can just sit there and do jack shit.”

Tom looked at her with surprise and anger. He just about had it up to here with her nagging. Tom loves Y/N, but sometimes, like tonight, she was really getting on his nerves, and the next few things he says to her were not so pretty. “Can you just shut up?! You’re always telling me what to do, what not to do, to stop doing this and stop doing that, and god the never-ending chatter that comes out of your mouth.” He spits out not even paying attention to how Y/N was reacting. “Some people actually do prefer some peace and quiet. God, I really can’t wait to go to Berlin just so I don’t have to hear that god awful nagging of yours.” Tom shakes his head as he looks back at his script, until he realized what just came out of his mouth...complete and utter bullshit that he didn’t mean.

It was Y/N’s turn to be surprised. In fact she was speechless, not really knowing what to say to his rant. It hurt a lot, as if her heart had just broken in a million pieces. If there was one thing you needed to know about Y/N, it was that she valued everyone’s view and opinion of her. So, you can best believe that if someone had a problem with her, she would not take it lightly. When it comes from the person you love the most...well...one can’t even begin to fathom how much it could hurt.

Tears were forming and streaming down her eyes, as small sniffles start to escape. Her tiny hands balling up into a fist. She wasn’t just upset, she was furious. “Well, if thats how you feel then, I don’t know why you’d want to be with a person that doesn’t shut up...Cause clearly I’m not good enough.”

Tom starts to sit up on the bed and lean towards her, trying to apologize profusely, but it was a lost cause that couldn’t be taken back. She runs out of the room with her stuff as she moves to the guest room to cry herself to sleep. Tom stays in their bedroom as he looks up at the ceiling with a disappointed face. “What have I done?” He whispers to himself, only praying they would be able to make up in the morning.

The next day, Tom wakes up extra early to prepare a ‘Sorry I’m such a div. Please forgive me’ breakfast with chocholate chip pancakes, bluerberry smoothies, and apple turnovers from her favorite coffeshop in London. And if that wasn’t enough...he had also brought her a bouquet of red roses. He awaited for her to come down, with everything set. As the boys came by to eat their share of the breakfast, Y/N comes down to akward silence. Everyone staring at her and Tom standing in the middle smiling with flowers in hand.

“Morning Y/N.” The boys say in unison.

“Morning boys...Tom.” Y/N mumbes the last word as she makes her way. They continue to talk and eat amongst themselves as Y/N looks for a seat to sit at, but sadly the only one available is the one next to Tom. He looks at her with his brown puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for her to sit next to him. Y/N gets the message as she rolls her eyes, and tales the seat. He present her the flowers once again, smiling off his boyish charm. “Darling, Im so sorry for the way I acted I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me. I love you so much.”

Y/N takes the flowers and nods, as she goes back to her breakfast. She ate rather quickly as to make sure she didnt have to deal with anyone and went straight back to the guest room. Tom slouches in his seat, sighing in defeat. “Great the silent treatment.” He says out loud.

“Damn, Tom you must have really fucked up.” Tuwaine said as he took a bite of his pancakes.

“Yeah mate, what did you do?” Harrison asked, intrigued by his best friend’s dilemma.

“You couldn’t hear them? They fought because Tom couldnt do a simple job and then called Y/N a talkative nagging piece of work” Harry answered him, stifiling a laugh. “Im sure the whole world could have heard him.”

“You also forgot, how he said he’d rather be in Berlin than be here with her.” Tuwain mentioned.

Tom glares at his younger brother and Tuwaine, giving them a good shove on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t be mad at me. I’m not the one that had to get his shit together.” Harry defends taking his last bite.

“What do I do? She wont even talk to me and I went through all this work to apologize to her.” Tom asks as he stares at the floor solemnly. “I don’t want her to be mad at me.”

“I don’t know mate. Maybe just earn her trust again. Im sure youll both work it out...you always do.” Harrison reassures him as he makes his way to wash the dishes.

Later that night, Tom passes by Y/N as she makes her way to the bathroom across their bedroom. Tom tried his best to set up the bed as if she was staying with him, fluffing the pillows, pulking down the comforters, and turning up the AC. As Y/N finishes up, she sees him standing at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to join him. “Please? I cleaned up the room and gave you your favorite pillow because you know you cant sleep without it.” He pleads, pouting with his lower lip sticking up.

Y/N looks at the tidy room and the pillow he left her. She smiles when she takes notice of the the one pillow with flowers and ripped edges. It was her favorite pillow since she was 5 and sworn to everyone that it was the only pillowcase she could ever sleep peacefully in. With the thought and gesture Tom made today, Y/N figured it was the least she could do, though it didn’t mean he was forgiven compeltely yet. Tom smiles at his first victory as he climbs in the bed with her. He tries to snuggle closer and wrap his stron arm across her waist, whispering “I love you and I really am sorry.”

Y/N wasn’t too comfortable getting this close still, and ultimately took his hand that was on her waist and dropped it to his side. Tom, felt a slight hinge of sadness when she did that. She never refused his cuddles and anytime they had a fight they would always make up before rhe end of the day. He sighs loudly in silence. Y/N turns around to face his back, and leans over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which takes him by surprise. “I love you” she whispers, going back to her side of the bed.

The next day, Tom decides to take a quick trip to his parents house, who greet him with ipen arms. Though, both his parents, Paddy and Sam, notice the distress on his face. “What’s wrong son?” Tom’s mum asked with worry.

“Mum, Dad...I messed up.” He cries. “ I was just really stressed out this past week, with the movie, and the fans, and thinking about how I have to leave Y/N for Berlin...I-I- just said a lot of stupid things to her that I didnt mean.”

Tom’s mom rubs her son’s back as she tries to console him and calm his breathing. “There. There. Its going to be okay. You know Y/N loves you so much. Im sure you’ll both get through this.”

“That’s the thing mum. I don’t know if we can. She won’t even talk to me. I made her breakfast gave her flowers and even cleaned our room liek she asked me too. I don’t know what else to do to show her that I truly sorry.I told her I can’t wait to go to Berlin so I did have to hear her talk, but thats far from the truth. I don’t want to leave her when we’ve had all this time together.”

“Hmm...perhaps you should do the things that she doesn’t ask you to do. You know Y/N is also stressed with her job as well, she might not have time to get around to all the things that need to be done. Also tell her how you really feel besides that you’re sorry and you love her. You know both of you have had a hard week and there’s a lot of feelings bottled up inside. Just be honest with your feelings. I know you didn’t mean it and Im sure she knows too.”

Tom smiles at the last sentence, realizing the two haven’t really committed to the rules they promised each other, be honest and communicate with each other. “You’re right, Mum. I cant even remember the last time we really talked.” Tom got up up quickly whiping away the dry tears. “I’m gonna go make things right with Y/N. Thank you for everything. I love you.” Tom hugs his mother, before he makes his way ready to set things right.

As he pulls up to the house, Tom is ince again by the door with flowers in hand. Y/N sliently looks at him as she tilts her head curious as to why he’s on his toes...and with more flowers in hand. “Look you don’t have to say anything because I’m gonna be doing all the talking right now.”

Y/N looks at him in surprise, intrigued to hear what he has to say this time. “Y/N. Im know. im such a dumbass, clueless, and careless bloke who didn’t stop to think about your feelings and the things you wanted from me. I should have helped around more, I should asked how you were , and I definitely should have pushed my luggage to the side of the wall like you asked me too many times.” He says chuckling nervously. “And I know I fucked up, but Im really going to to try to make it an effort to listen more, and help you as much as I can. And Im so sorry for being so distant, I just I had a lot on my mind and the fact that I have to leave you, in two weeks when this has been the longest we’ve spent time together, it made me more sad.” Y/N looks at him with a sympathetic smile, almost ready to accept his apology. “So look, I know you’re probably still mad and everything, but Im really hoping this makes it up for you because I really do love you. Every single thing about you and theres only two more weeks before I leave and I want to spend every day, hour, minute, and second with you.”

There’s silence in the air as Tom looks into her eyes, trying to find some answer. “Every day, hour, minute, and second?” She questions him smiling. Tom’s face lights up with the brightest smile hes ever out on. He drops the flowers and hugs her even more tightly than he did with his mother, spinning her around. Nothing sounded better than hearing her laugh, it’s been far too long. He cups her face, kissing her passionately only to pull away and move the stray hairs from her face. Taking in every single detail of her face. “Yes. Ever day, hour, minute, and second..so lets not waste anymore time.” He grabs her hand as he rushed her to their room.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She yells with laughter. Tom sulks and groans, “Aw, what now?”

“You didnt even ask if I forgave you, yet?”

“Well...” Tom says pretending to think “Do you forgive me?”

Y/N looks at him, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. “Of course I do.”

“Good. Now let’s go. Got to show you how much I appreciate and love you.” Tom smiles as he pulls her away.

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[moonknightly]

Better Love : Poe Dameron x Reader

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Excerpt: “Sometimes, he would catch you staring at him from across the room, when you thought he wasn’t looking. You often fell asleep in his quarters, your head upon his chest as you shared his bed, your side becoming just that — yours. There might have been a time or two where he thought you were going to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. And you could never fucking stop touching his hand.”

Warnings: Cursing, poorly written fluffy-ness at the end since I can only write angst. Uh, I think that's it. 

A/N: If you want a part two tell meeeeeee

Poe Dameron wasn’t a man who believed in fate. He absolutely didn’t believe in destiny, and soulmates felt like a silly, whimsical idea to him — something completely made up for the dramatics of a cheesy love story. He felt the same way about the concept of love at first sight, and there was once that he actually scoffed when he heard someone use it to describe their own romance.

He remembered his mother telling him, when he was just a boy back on Yavin 4, barely old enough to remember, that he would know right away when he found the one he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He had believed her for a time, he supposed, but as he grew older, he almost seemed to resent his mother’s promise. True love didn’t exist. It wasn’t real, none of it was.

Poe believed that, maybe, you could grow to love another person, if you were committed enough to do so. Love existed, but not in the way it was made out to be in all of the stories, passed from one generation to the next.

But then, he met you, and his outlook on the entire thing suddenly changed.

There were no words in any language Poe could think of to describe the feeling that rose in his chest the first time he laid eyes on you. It had been a completely surreal experience for the pilot, one he never thought he would find himself personally in. His hands had started to shake with no warning, and butterflies erupted within his stomach in some sort of crazed frenzy that he wasn’t familiar with. He felt dizzy, and he remembered blatantly staring, Snap and Jess both laughing at him when his helmet had dropped out of his hands, clattering to the ground with an obnoxious bang that you were thankfully oblivious to.

And that was all before even speaking to you.

You had been the newest recruit at the time; a skilled pilot that would keep him on his toes, and offer him a healthy dose of competition, according to Leia. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was directly in charge of you, being a commander and all, he was positive that he wouldn’t have had the courage to introduce himself that day. His voice had not at all been cool and collected, like it usually was. No, it was far from that. He had stammered his way through some lame greeting, appearing as if he had never talked to a member of the opposite sex before.

But it had made you laugh, and he swore he remembered seeing a faint blush cross your cheeks. He also remembered thinking that he didn’t want another day to pass without hearing your laugh. Didn’t want another day to pass where he wasn’t the one making you laugh.

He could no longer deny love at first sight, because those were the only four words that came to mind when he thought of seeing you for the first time. Maybe soulmates really were a thing of reality, and maybe his mother had been right all along.

Except, it didn’t take long for Poe to notice the ring on your finger.

You were married, or rather engaged to another man. Someone who Poe still had yet to meet, even though it had been two years since you first joined the Resistance.

You didn’t talk about him much, even less now that you had been with the Resistance for so long. Poe knew that his name was Ben, and that you had gotten engaged at a young age. He knew that you two had met as kids, but other than that, he knew nothing of the man you were supposedly in love with. He obviously hadn’t joined with you, and the fact that you were okay with being apart from him for so long made Poe wonder if there was more to it than what you were willing to admit.

But, he never did pry. Poe might have become your best and closest friend, a relationship that didn’t take very long to develop, but he knew it wasn’t his place to.

Even so, he still couldn’t help but wonder why you stayed with the mysterious Ben character that Poe had grown to resent. You had mentioned going to visit him only once, which Poe had never believed for a second, but other than that, he was almost positive that you had had no other communication with him since joining. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it, but you continued to wear the ring on your finger day in and day out.

Poe swore that if it weren’t for that damned ring, you would have been his. Maker knows he was already yours, whether you knew it or not.

There were moments where he thought that you might want the same, but he was never sure. Sometimes, he would catch you staring at him from across the room, when you thought he wasn’t looking. You often fell asleep in his quarters, your head upon his chest as you shared his bed, your side becoming just that — yours. There might have been a time or two where he thought you were going to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. And you could never fucking stop touching his hand.

Even now, you were sitting next to him, under the wing of his X-Wing as rain poured down around you, your hand gently settled next to his. Barely touching, but enough for Poe to feel as if a rock was settled in the pit of his stomach as he let his nerves get the best of him. You would shift your hand every few minutes, laying it further on top of his until he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed more.

He slowly intertwined his pinky with yours, hesitating for another moment before he shifted again so that he was now halfway holding your hand. He nearly lost it when your fingers absentmindedly started to stroke his, even though it wasn’t the first time you found yourselves in a similar circumstance. But still, every single time you touched him, he lost all ability to think properly. You drove him mad, but in the best possible way.

But it was wrong. Holding your hand was wrong, letting you fall asleep on his chest was wrong. Putting his hand on your lower back as you walked around the base together was wrong, and putting his arm around your waist whenever you stood anywhere remotely close to him was wrong. Wanting you was wrong. You were engaged to someone other than him, no matter how badly he didn’t want you to be. It was wrong.

But he couldn’t pull his hand away. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to drop his hand back to his side.

“Why can’t I stop touching your hand?” he asked himself, voice no louder than a gentle whisper.

You, thankfully, hadn’t heard hum. You were staring straight ahead, your eyes far away from where you actually were, and Poe took a moment to admire your features for what must have been the thousandth time. A cold wind blew your hair around your face, and he had to suppress the urge to tuck the stray strands behind you ear. He had to suppress a lot of urges around you, and he would say that he had become fairly good at it.

There was however one urge that was becoming hard to ignore. He had prided himself in never prying, always letting you be the one to offer up information whenever you saw fit. But you were sending him mixed signals, and he didn’t know how much longer he could handle it before breaking.

He couldn’t tell if you wanted him to be your best friend, or your lover. If he were being completely honest, he would be whatever you wanted him to be. As long as he was in your life in some form or another, that was good enough for him. But, he couldn’t be both. Refused to be both, because he didn’t know if his heart could take it.

He thought that maybe his conscious certainly could. He had often thought about taking you to his bed to do more than just sleep, no strings attached, more often than he would like to admit. He thought about sneaking around in dark hallways, and fooling around in the cockpit of his X-Wing. He thought of taking you in the shower, having to slam his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. If he hadn’t been so head over heels for you, he wouldn’t have minded being your second man. Your second choice.

But Poe really didn’t want to be your second choice. He wanted you to want him — to need him as much as he needed you. He needed to take his shot, before the uncertainty and the mixed signals ate him alive. If you didn’t want him, he was sure that he could live with it. Having to go through life without you would be worse.

“I need you to tell me something,��� he murmured, finally finding his voice. It didn’t sound as confident as he had hoped, but it was just slightly louder than it had been before.

You tore your eyes away from the treeline slowly, meeting his darks ones as the wind continued to whip around you. You inched your hand closer, moving to fully intertwine your fingers with is, and Poe felt himself pull back, causing a frown to make its way onto your lips.

“What is it, Poe?”

“Do you still want to marry Ben?” he asked before he lost the courage to, hating to even say the other man’s name.

You only blinked at him, not knowing how to answer his question. He gently bit his lip upon seeing the torn expression that crossed your face, but that small look of doubt was enough for him to press on.

“C’mon Y/N, be honest with me. Is there a single part of you that still wants to spend the rest of your life with him?”

You again didn’t answer. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you tried to think of something to say, and Poe could tell that you were struggling. The fact that you hadn’t been able to answer him told you everything he needed to know, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“I don’t think that ring means anything to you anymore.”

“That’s not true,” you mumbled, shaking your head slowly.

“But isn’t it? For fuck’s sake, Y/N, when was the last time you even spoke to him?”

You quickly glanced at the ground, and he could tell that it had been longer than what you had originally told him. He was just about to ask you how long it had actually been when you answered his question for him.

“He left me on the day I turned twenty.”

“Three years ago? I thought you said — wait, hold on, left you? What do you mean left you?”

“It doesn’t matter what I mean, all you need to know is that he left me.”

Poe didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t mad that you had lied to him, not really. He was more hurt for you, and pained by the look in your eyes as you seemed to think back to that day. A short silence stretched between you, your eyes focused on the ground while his were focused on you. You were the first to break it, your gaze shifting up to his as a single tear rolled down your cheek.

“And at this point I don’t think he’s ever coming back to me.”

Poe pulled you into his arms without a second thought, one hand moving to entangle itself in your hair while the other found its place on the small of your back. He held you close to him, letting you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he gently rocked you back and forth, hoping the constant motion would help soothe you. Your small frame shook in his arms as soft sobs escaped your lips, and he couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten at the sadness he felt radiating off of you. He hated seeing you so upset, and he supposed that he was the cause of it. He had pushed you to tell him, even when he knew you didn’t want to.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he found himself mumbling, his lips finding your forehead to place a gentle kiss to your soft skin. “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, not wanting him to apologize. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I made you-”

“You didn’t make me do anything.”

You slowly pulled away, your hand letting go of the front of his shirt he didn’t realize you had been holding onto, bringing it up to wipe away the remaining tears from your cheeks.

“I’m not crying because of you. I’m crying because it just...feels so good to finally let go. I think the only reason I still wear this stupid thing is because I didn’t want to let go.”

Poe found himself smiling, though it didn’t last long. You spoke again, though this time you sounded more angry than hurt.

“And I’m crying because I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Hey, don’t say that about yourself.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it? I mean, I lied to you-”

“I don’t care.”

“-and I pretended to still be engaged to a man who left me for complete bullshit-”

“Still don’t care.”

“-all because I thought that he might change his mind. I thought that maybe he would miss me enough to make the right decision, but he’s so fucking — he’s just so — ugh, dammit!”

Poe frowned at your words, wanting to know what you meant by “the right decision”. What, or who, had Ben left you for?

He didn’t want to focus on that, though. There was something else on his mind that he thought was much more important.

“Do you know what I think would feel really good?” he asked you after a few moments of silence, a playful smirk making its way onto his lips.

“Kissing you,” you replied automatically, not seeming to really realize what you had said until it had already left your mouth.

Your words made Poe sputter — made him choke on air as he inhaled a sharp breath. Your eyes went wide as your brain finally registered what you had said, but you couldn’t find the energy to care. Your answer had been truthful, afterall.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing your for a long time.”

Poe slowly seemed to regain some of his composure, his flirtatious and charming nature finding its way back into his veins. He coughed one more time before speaking, trying to play off how taken aback he had been by your comment, though he wasn’t fooling you.

“I’ve been thinking about doing a lot more than just kissing you, sweetheart,” he smirked, letting one eye fall shut in a quick wink that had you giggling, a sound he loved to hear. “But I think taking that ring off will feel just as nice.”

That earned him another giggle, and he took that as an invitation to grab your hand. He gazed into your eyes for just a second, checking for any sign of apprehension or hesitation, before letting his fingers come into contact with the smooth metal band around your finger. He slowly shimmied it off before pocketing it, an action that caused you to raise your eyebrows in question.

“Just in case you change your mind.”

You smiled. It was a thoughtful gesture, but you knew that you would be okay with never seeing the ring ever again. It also became clear to you, that if you were ever going to wear a ring on that finger again, there was only one man that you wanted to put it there.

You gently wrapped your arms around Poe’s neck, moving yourself to straddle his lap. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, as if they belonged there. As if it were the most natural thing in the world. It felt that way, truly. It felt nothing but right.

Poe beamed up at you, your nose gently brushing against his own as you moved closer to him. He closed the distance first, letting himself revel in the feeling of your lips underneath his for the first time.

The kiss was slow, deep, and held so much passion in just one simple movement. Years of yearning to feel your lips, and it was so much more than Poe had ever imagined. So much more, and so much better. He knew he would never grow tired of kissing you. Kissing you every single day, ten times a day, for the rest of his life would never come close to being enough.

You were the first to pull away, a small gasp leaving your lips as you disconnected yours from Poe’s. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was entirely new, like nothing you had ever felt before. You had never even come close to feeling as content or as loved or as whole. You wanted to stay there, in his arms, under the wing of his X-Wing with the rain and the wind for the rest of forever.

But, the rain was letting up, and the sky was darkening as the night dragged on. The last thing you wanted to do was freeze, though you were sure Poe could come up with a way or two to keep that from happening.

“Come on,” you grumbled with a sigh, standing from Poe’s lap and extending a ringless hand to him. “We need to get back to base.”

The other pilot pouted, his lips turned into a deep frown. “I wasn’t done kissing you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in mock dismay. “I bet you weren’t Dameron, but I really need to talk to the general about something and I can’t feel my cheeks anymore.”

“What do you need to talk to Leia about?” he asked, finally taking your hand and letting you help him hoist himself off the ground.

“Just something we’ve been dealing with for a while now is’all,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.

BB-8, who you had entirely forgotten about until that moment, opened the cockpit for you and Poe without having to be asked. You nodded your head at him in thanks, as Poe climbed in before reaching a hand out to you. Once in the small cockpit, you began to situate yourself in his lap when you felt his lips meet your neck in a brief, chaste kiss.

“Y’know, come to think of it, I need to talk to Leia too.”

Your turned your head slightly. “About what?”

Poe was wearing a goofy grin, his eyebrows playfully wiggling up and down as his gaze fluttered between your eyes and your lips. “Just need to make sure she’s okay with her best pilot asking her second best pilot out to dinner.”

“Who said I was going to ask you to dinner?”

“No, I meant — hey, wait a damn second, you are not her-”

You kissed him before he could say another word, effectively silencing him. You couldn’t help but smirk as you pulled away, his eyes trained to your lips as you spoke.

“You know, if I knew all it took was a kiss to shut you up, I would have started kissing you a long time ago.”

“You’re hilarious,” Poe deadpanned, shaking his head as if to clear his mind of the trance you had threatened to throw him into.

He fired up his X-Wing with ease, and you were home in just a few short minutes, the both of you stumbling from the cockpit before bounding through the base to reach Leia’s office first.

It honestly wasn’t very different from your normal behavior, but everyone you ran past could tell that things were now different between the two of you.

Firstly, because even though you were wanting to beat him in your little race, you couldn’t let go of his fucking hand.

And the familiar silver shine that had never left your finger from the day they met you was nowhere to be seen.

Some people traded sly grins while others traded credits, their bets on whether or not you and Poe would finally get together coming to fruition. You and Poe only traded boisterous laughs and, once in the privacy of a deserted hallway, another quick kiss before starting your search for General Organa again.

Leia wasn’t surprised when she saw your hand tightly wrapped in Poe’s. She also hadn’t expected it to take so long for Poe to make a move. She knew Poe had been smitten since day one, as it had been so plainly obvious on his face when she had helped introduce you two to another. She also had taken notice of how your eyes had lingered on your fellow pilot that first day.

It was inevitable. She had always known that the day would come where you both would succumb to your feelings for the other, but she couldn't help the bittersweet feeling that flooded her chest. Still, she didn’t hesitate to give her blessing, and Poe was so ecstatic and so utterly wrapped up in the relief of finally being able to call you his, he completely missed the slight look of sadness in the general’s eyes as she watched the two of you leave her office.

You hadn’t missed it, but you wouldn’t dwell on it. Wouldn’t even give it a second thought. Not now. Not in the next year, or the year after that.

Not when you, for the first time, felt such an intense and powerful love pour from another living soul. Love that you so well deserved — had always deserved.

A kind of love you had never gotten from Ben.

And certainly a love you would never get from the man who took his place.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #star wars #tros #tlj #tfa

[weirdo-with-a-laptop]

So like, do any gamers with auditory processing disorders have issues listening to voice chats like discord? I always had trouble explaining why I absolutely hate disc and would leave groups if someone made it required to use it. I really tried to listen to them the past couple of times and realized I can’t process the gamer dude mumbe at all and they get mad like I’m not on discord cause I dont respond to their commands.

Like if they speak clearly its fine I can understand but I cant tell if sometimes its me being bad at hearing or them bad at talking.

#auditory processing disorder #gaming #wow #hearing disorder

[quincedii]

The Beginning Twilight (Prologue)

Alright prologue time! Hope yall enjoy reading this! Also maybe a lot of blood warning! 

Light footsteps were sounded from not so far away from where you stood, the sky was a dark and threatening blue dotted with white here and there, it was eerily beautiful... as Minecraft always was. You stopped realizing your legs were moving, you’re walking down a path that you programmed yourself to follow. “Hmph.” Oh, you can talk, you scratch the back of your neck, your hands are a light tan, you look down, your shirt is blue with straps coming from your black pants that hand onto your shoulders. “Is it weird... that I’m getting some déjà vu vibes from this?” You’re talking to yourself, awkward...

You continue walking through the creepy forest and see a little bunny hopping by, “Aw, hey there little bunn-” flashes of deep purple block your vision, you are almost close to screaming for help until- it’s gone suddenly. You blink several times in confusion and shrug, probably nothing- then you see it, as you reach up to rub your eyes you see a dark red syrupy liquid dripping from your hands, and mouth. Your whole body starts to tremble in fear, you look down to see a half eaten, blood covered bunny, it’s mouth open as if it were about to shriek in pain or call for help. “WHAT THE-” Agony pulses through your head, you grip your hair in pain, you bare your teeth painfully and- nothing. Everything goes black, until-

Your surroundings are a blushing pink, soft purple and orange, or at least that was the sky, the ground however had small blades of green lush grass, to your left was a sandy beach with water lapping at the sand. The sun glowing bright as it started to hide behind the ocean, a flash of red, not a scary or mean red but a weirdly... calming and soothing red passes by your vision, its giggling like a mischievous gremlin and you see a short adult with purplish wings, red sweater, dull golden hair and grey pants with black shoes. You find yourself chuckling as Grian- that’s his name. Grian.

 Grian puts a hand on his mouth as if it were to stop him from bursting out in laughter. You look up to meet the black eyes of a baby chicken staring down at you as it clung onto your black curly hair, you laugh holding your stomach as it ached from laughing so much. Grian snorted as the chicken started to do something strange on your head, you felt light flutters on top of it, was it trying to fly? You grab the chicken and scream as blood was pouring from it’s mouth, nose and eyes, you look up to Grian and nearly throw-up as more dark red blood dripped from his strangely black covered arms, his sweater torn, he smiled brightly, proud of himself for whatever he did to the chicken. You drop the chicken in fear and tremble heavily, you turn around to bolt away but he grabs you with weird strength and throws you into a wall, a groan escapes your mouth, you look up to see what and which wall he threw you into, you could barely read it as your vision started to fade and your head become light. Grian is holding a bloodied diamond sword as he walks menacingly towards you, “P-Please... I’m sorry I can’t stop you now-” You black-out slightly confused on what escaped once again from your mouth, you feel as if you’re not in control of yourself anymore, who even are you?

“Taurtis! Cmon you slowpoke let’s go!” Sam gestures you outside into the bright daylight, Grian is waiting with a warm smile behind Sam, a flash of red once again sweeps into your vision, a headache occurs. “Hey, Taurtis, man, you alright?” You find yourself rubbing your forehead, you stop and respond with a quick, “Yeah! Totally fine, let’s go!” Sam and Grian glance at each other and shrug, “You sure dude?” Grian asks with worry in his eyes. “Of course! Just a small headache nothing bad! Right?” Taurtis was his name... cool. He walked out into the open, as soon as you did that the world started to rip away, Sam was frozen in place as Grian watched with a curious expression, Taurtis’ face turn pale in fear, Grian’s eyes started to turn a familiar deep purple, the whites of his eyes turning black like coal just like his arms. Taurtis stuttered in ultimate confusion and fear, Grian raised an eyebrow and chuckled, the short man slithered past a frozen Sam who was in the middle of turning around to walk away with Grian. Taurtis took a few steps back as Grian walked towards him with once again, a bloody diamond sword, it glistened red and blue proudly with blood dripping from it. You scream as the blade gets shoved into your chest. As soon as that happens- you’re in a unfamiliar place.

Grian would be sitting, little sobs and sniffs of grief came from the red sweatered boy. You turn your focus to what’s in front of Grian, a stone wall with two black wool, a line of it in the middle and cobblestone stairs on both top corners. Dozens and dozens of little poppies danced in the wind as Grian continued to cry, you were hesitant to speak, you were afraid of dying once again, but guilt won the argument in his mind and- “H-Hey Grian what’s wrong?” Grian sniffled, rubbing his face with his red soft sleeves, then a series of rockets could be heard in the distance. Taurtis turned around to see a tall, silently wide shouldered, man in a suit with elytra on, and a handsome mustache. The man clumsily landed and looked at his friend with worry, he looked confusingly at the wall before walking towards Grian and sitting down with a sigh. “Grian I-” Grian hugged the man and sniffed, “I-I miss h-h-him Mumb-bo...” A weird twitch of guilt and frustration clicked into your mind like a light switch. “Grian, I’m right here! I can comfort you too! Are you mad at me? Look I’m sorry for whatever I did!” But the red sweatered man ignored your cries, ‘Mumbo’ hugged Grian back before getting up, “Cmon, I’ll let you press some buttons at my farm.” Grian sniffled with a small smile, “Th-Thanks-” Taurtis looked at Grian and Mumbo hurt, as the tall man helped up his short friend. Until- it happened again. Only this time it was... strangely... not so bothering anymore.

Mumbo froze in place as he started to take a step forward with his hand on Grian’s shoulder, Grian rolled his eyes at Mumbo and walked towards Taurtis who just stood there, once again...trembling in fear, but didn’t run away. Grian looked at Taurtis with the same eyes and arms before, the whites of his eyes were black, the iris’, purple and his arms black, “You know.. you can’t prevent it, you might’ve done it before, buttttttt this time you can’t stop me. Cause you’re. Not. Here. To. Save. Him.” Taurtis glared at Grian, “But what if I do? What if I do save him? Will you just come back over and over again until I go insane?” Grian bursted out with laughter, but his voice... was distorted. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, why the hell was this bastard laughing? “S-Stop.” Grian continued laughing, the short man held his stomach as he did, “S-STOP.” But no response came from Grian, just laughs and giggles of joy telling Taurtis he was so oblivious to whatever they wanted him to not to be oblivious to. “I SAID STOP!!” You shove a diamond sword into Grian, he gasps in pain and shock, when you blink you see that Grian is completely normal once again with tears staining his face, Mumbo has his two hands tightly cupped on his mouth to stop himself from screaming. “T-T-Taurtis?” Grian croaked before falling limp as you pulled back the sword, traumatized at what you have done, “GRIAN!!” A shriek escaped from Mumbo’s mouth, he ran over, sobbing and crying, to Grian’s limp body as you started to feel dizzy. Taurtis grips his head and wails guiltily, you collapse crying, tears covered your cheeks as you did so. 

Then- a blank void surrounded you, you look to your right, nothing, you look to your left, there was Taurtis, a crying, sobbing, mourning, Taurtis. “¿ı ɯɐ ǝɹǝɥʍ” They said nothing, not until after a few moments the man said, “You... just-” Taurtis sniffled, “You’re in a i-infinity r-roo-room...”, “¿ʎɥʍ”, “I DON’T KNOW??” He snapped looking at you with furious eyes, but they were the same as Grian’s, the whites were black and the iris’ a deep purple. You shrink away from his furious gaze, you turn around and bolt towards the empty space where nothing existed, only a blank, white, void. Until a gray play button suddenly appears in front of you. Your heartbeat is like a bunch of drums pounding angrily, you smack your hand onto the play button and- 

“Grian! Cmon dude hurry up!”

#TBT #The Beginning Twilight #Grian #Hermitcraft #Mumbo #Mumbo Jumbo #Taurtis #Hermitcraft AU #welp I hope you enjoyed! #this was slightly inspired by ayapcraft btw #Prologue #blood warning #poor little chick #quincedii #quin #🌷

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Stray Kids When Someone Hits on You in Front of Them

Requested by: @IKONICCK (wattpad)

Request:Can I request a Stray Kids when someone hits on you in front of them😂?💗💗

Member:Stray Kids

Plot: When someone hits on you

Genre:Floof

Note: YO I FINISHED FRESHMAN YEAR WITH 4 A’S 1 B and 1 C+ I”M SO HAPPY EVEN THOUGH MY SPANISH TEACH SUCKED ASS

[ C H A N ]

•Chan would pretend not to be bothered but subtly try to give the guy hints

•like he will just casually wrap his arm around your waist, hold your hand and play with your fingers, lean his head on your shoulder, and place his hand on your leg,

•and listen Chan has really good patience but for the fact the dude couldn’t take a hint was starting to make his patients wear thin

•like to the point he was debating to just tell the dude he was your boyfriend or to just straight up kiss you in front of the dude

•and you can guess what Chan did when he whispered into your ear telling you he’d be back before jogging off

•and while honestly you were a little mad and uncomfortable that Chan had just left you with a major creep

•he totally  made it up to you when he jogged back to you saying “hey babe “ making sure to emphasize on the babe part before pulling you into a kiss with his arm slung  over your shoulder

•he’d shoot a casual look at the dude, with a smile, pretending to not be bothered by his previous endeavors

•”Need some help bro?”

•Chan would need to bite back a laugh as the dude in front of the both of you would crumble into a fit of stutters and tripping over words

•He’d take your shrug as an indicator to finally leave  and walk away with his arm still around you

•”Your so mean” you said your  voice displaying a playfulness

•”I tried to give him hints. He had to know your mine.”

•and he’d pull you close for another kiss loving the way your giggles sounded in his ears

[ W O O J I N ]

•Honestly he was hella confused as to why this dude thought he had a chance with you

•like Woojin had his arm around your shoulder as the both of you were walking around the mall when this dude was just like “sup baby”

•and in all honestly Woojin may have or may have not debated on just telling the dude to get lost or he’d uhm...get hurt

•though he wanted to see how far it’d go and even had an amused grin on his face, at the sound of all of his lame attempts of flirting and complimenting you

•and although he’d never admit he agreed with some of his compliments

•at one point he just come to the conclusion that his bby was just so beauty they must always get hit on this often and decide to save you both from this awkward boredom

•”Look I  appreciate you finding my girl/boyfriend just as beautiful as I do but we have places to be so if you excuse us….”

•the look on the dudes face would so funny to Woojin that he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit before kissing your cheek, knowing he’d be looking back at the both of you as you walked away

[ M I N H O ]

•straight up bitch face like no joke rbf’s are shaking

•finds absolutely no amusement in the fact some random dude is flirting with you

•like if his flirts were tasteful maybe he would have found it amusing but he was starting to get impatient with the dude and he made it obvious by squeezing your hand

•”I-um.. we uh...have to go so if you excuse us-“

•”Why don't you just stay with me,baby?”

•Minho literally scoffed liKE A HOE SCOFFED SO LOUD THE BOY ONLY THEN ACKNOWLEDGED HIS PRESENCE

•and before he could even mockingly say “who’s this” Minho shut him up by raising your intertwined hands

•”This is my girl/boyfriend. We have be DATING for a YEAR now.”

•He’d shoot them a tight smile before continuing

•”So hop on out of here before I literally smack you back to your mama ok?”

•his voice would be incredible sweet and innocent despite his threat and incredibly fake smile

•and just to reassure the guy had gotten his more than subtle point he’d kiss you quickly

•before smiling at him again, waving your interlocked hands in front of his face once more time before finally leaving

•Minho would literally be mumbling about the guy the whole time and only calm down when you started him affection

•”friggin jerk hittin on my-“

•”I love you.”

•”What was that my love, I love you too!”

[ C H A N G B I N  ]

•Jealous Changbinnie? Jealous Changbinnie

•like you know the difference between Changbin and “dark” changbin(there’s a difference don’t fight me) So yeah Changbin has dark Changbin mood on, where he looks absolutely dead

•Major rbf

•He is not amused one itty bit and he showed it by the amount of times he crossed and uncrossed his arms, shifted his weight from one leg to other and by the ungodly amount of times he let out an exaggerated sigh and or rolled his eyes

•Like he was making it super hard for you not to burst out laughing and you had to bite your own tongue when Changbin actually started to speak

•”Bro I don’t know how hard it is for you to take a hint, but if I’m acting like a very jealous girlfriend right and you can’t that hint. Now if you excuse me I’ll be leaving with MY significant over”

•after that he’d grab your hand and  just sassily walk away from them, glaring at them for as long as he could

[ H Y U N J I N ]

•Is offended on all types of levels when some random guy had decided to pull you away from him, so he could have your attention instead of Hyunjin

•Though at the same time he doesn’t want to create a misunderstanding so he just looks at the guy ticked as hell

•And the moment the first pickup line left his mouth Hyunjin was ready to fight but like not really...

•’Alright dude I don’t think you understand the situation here I’m their b-“

•”Yeah cool whatever dude.”

•Hyunjin would kind make a “did that just really happen face” and laugh a little because obviously this dude was way over his head

•Though he wouldn’t interfere vocally again knowing he would just get brushed off

•Instead he decided to take a different route that would make it pretty obvious you were taken

•and what is Hyunjin good at? Being an adorable clingy boyfriend

•Hyunjin would just casually wrap his arms around your waist and place his head on your shoulder staring the dude straight in his eyes

•and before he could say anything Hyunjin would lift up his head an peck your cheek knowing it would make your cheeks go red

•he might even add in “Aww babe your so cute when your shy!”

•Just to get his message across very clear and to finish it off he’d look up at the dude and smile while he rested his chin back onto your shoulder

•”Yeah cool so can I help you dude?”

[ J I S U N G ]

•Jisung would be a little taken aback when some random guy had come up to the both of you and started flirting with you

•he’d try to be polite about it but at the same time vocal about it because he wasn’t about to let this guys slide

•”excuse me I’m her/his-“

•”So what's a smart, attractive, young man like me doing with your number?”

•”dude look I’m their boy-“

•the second time the guy had cut him off, Jisung stopped trying with a huff, and would cross his arms and slouch back in his chair waiting for the douchebag to shut up

•But if the guy was to try to take any more advances he’d slam his hand or phone down on the table

•Look the dude in his eyes, shoot him a tight smile and show him your hands which were intertwined underneath between the table

•”I don’t know if you can take hint, though maybe if you shut up and listened you’d probably save yourself from such embarrassment. And look I’m very petty and mad right now so I suggest you leave bucko.”

•Honestly the guy would be so shocked he’d just kinda sit there watching as Jisung got up, pulling you out of your sit with him and begin  to walk off

•And even though he was highkey super pissed off he’d still have a pout

•and once he got you a decent distance away from where you guys had been previously sitting he’d pull you into a hug and kiss you before mumbing the words “mine” childishly against your lips

[ F E L I X ]

•He was just having a normal conversation with you when some guy had decided to come up to you guys

•and at first glance he didn’t really care or mind it because there was nothing to be jealous of, you hadn’t even noticed the dude until he tapped your shoulder

•but the minutes words left that dudes mouth Felix did not like where things were going and was absolutely shook

•like you know the face Felix made when he you as looking at Chan with his eyes kinda wide yeah that’s how he  was looking at the situation

•Felix did not like where this “conversation” was going but at the same couldn’t seem to stop staring at the guy with the face he was making

•and in his mind he’d be like “really bruh? Is it not blatantly obvious that they’re mine?”

•he’d continue like that for a couple seconds before turning petty and enthusiastically nodding his head at every lame attempt of flirting the guy had tried to make

•but if Felix didn’t think the line was even tolerable he’d shake his head disapprovingly and make it super obvious that, that pickup line was absolute trash

•and he’d continue till the guy had gotten so annoyed and asked “Do you got something to do here dude?”

•By then Felix would smile and say “Who me? Oh right sorry she/he is my girl/boyfriend. I thought you would have know your not their type with me just being here but I guess not.”

•He’d shrug while making a troll face before putting his arm over your shoulder protectively

•”but nice talk bro. Oh and just a thought maybe work on your lines. Though that ain’t any of my business”

•He’d shot him one last smile, kiss your temple just to establish that you were really dating before walking off, proud asl

[ S E U N G M I N ]

•It’s know fact that Seungmin is just the sweetest while also somehow managing to the be savage

•Though when he saw the guy start flirting with you he sorta wanted to see how things would play out

•Not because he didn’t trust you but because he wanted to find all kinds of way to roast the dude

•He’d just stand there next to you quietly, intertwining his fingers with yours and giving your hand an occasional squeeze if he found a particular line distasteful

•and at one particular line he couldn’t contain himself any longer

•”Hey do you know any good bakeries around? Cause I’d love to have a cutie pie like you.”

•”Actually she does! It’s down the street of douchebag lame pick up ally! You’d find a lot of people like you there not sure about cutiepie but perphase you should treat yourself to one!”

•He’d smile tightly at the boy and tug you away from him

•and afterwards he turn back into sweet baby Seungmin and apologize about making you have to deal with that dude instead of pulling you away

•”Baby I’m sorry I should have just pulled you away from him instead of waiting there.”

[ J E O N G I N ]

•Fake macho man but looks like a pouty baby.(I’m so sorry he’s just so precious omg)

•is actually trying to look aggressively intimidating but is actually quite cute

•so while the guy is trying to flirt with you he’s epically failing because your too preoccupied with glancing at Jeoning being cute and pouty

•Like Jeongin doesn’t really need to do anything besides keeping his mucho pouty face so that you continue to get distracted till the guy just gives up

•But at on point the guy had gotten so desperate because of his huge ass ego he actually placed his hand on your shoulder just to grab your attention

•and at first that was all he was trying to do but he liked your reaction so he’d smirk coyly to himself before proceeding to flirt

•”Sorry I think I’m lost I didn’t expect to find an angel here.”

•and before you could say anything Jeongin would tug  you back into him lightly his “mean” face still on

•He’d squint his eyes, looking the guy up and down before saying something along the lines of “She’s taken chump.”

•and he’d try to say it in a really intimidating voice tbh

•and once the guy slowly started to leave he’d smile victoriously to himself

•But the real reason why he left was because the guy had finally taken the hint that you were taken when he saw you staring at Jeongin with heart eyes

•Though you’d never tell Jeogin that because he just looked so cute jealous

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