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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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I’m Right Here

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriend’s car accident.

Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me she’s be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, she’s probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldn’t find it in the convenience store that’s along her way back home. I should’ve told her not to sweat it considering I don’t need it right away or anything. I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I don’t wanna put her life in danger by calling her while she’s driving.

I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video I’m editing because my mind simply isn’t present. It’s wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car that’s always outside our house, parked in the driveway. That’s currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.

My phone’s ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/N’s name on the lit screen.

“Hey babe, where have you been?“ I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.

“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.” The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, “You were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why we’ve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.“

The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, “Is she ok?! Where is she?!“

“She’s alright, sir. She’s not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.“

Before I know it, I’m already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time. Y/N’s car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/N’s Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement.

In the first ambulance there’s a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face.

“Y/N?“ I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.

She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Corpse...” her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. “I was so scared when I woke up. I couldn’t remember anything.”

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, I’m right here.“ I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. “Are you in any pain?“ I pull away to get a better look at her.

Thankfully she shakes her head, “No, I’m ok. My elbow hurts a little but that’s it.”

I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as I’m about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.

“A drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.“ The officer says, judging by her voice it’s the same woman that called me. “You don’t remember that, do you?“

Y/N turns to her, “I just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didn’t know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.”

The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/N’s shoulder “It’s ok, sweetheart. You are alright, that’s what matters. And you have someone here by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. “He always is.” she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.

The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - it’s the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought I’d be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - she’s never been apart from it or driven another car.

Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. “Let’s get you home. You’ll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, “Don’t make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, don’t baby me too much, ok?”

I grin down at her, “What was that, I didn’t quite catch it?“

“Corpseeee...“ She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish it’s absolutely adorable.

“Save the whining, it ain’t gonna work.“ I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.

Surprisingly enough, she actually doesn’t complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless it’s absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight. “I love you.“ Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.

“I love you too. But don’t fall asleep.“ I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.

“Ok, ok, but you’re gonna have to help me. If I blink, I’ll be a goner.“ She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

I sigh, giving in with ease. “When you were here before...“

“Couldn’t look you in the eye...“ she backs me up just as I knew she would

“You’re just like an angel...“

“Your skin makes me cry...“

Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons we’ve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.

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starfirette · 3 years

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maybe for a part two for mother!reader x armin is when armin is like 15 and she visits the scouts to see him and she ends up embarrassing him??

New Life: a direct sequel to New Start | part three is out!!

The big, round eyes you once swore would be green turned out to be blue.

And they were so eager to leave you and be a man.

It was the hardest choice you’d ever made, allowing your son to leave the village and join the cadet corps. It was what he seemed to want, so so desperately. You couldn’t tell if he wanted it as much as he wanted to follow Eren Jaeger and the Mikasa girl. Both were pleasant enough children. They stood up for your Armin more than enough times to be allowed in your household. You didn’t mind if they both showed up unannounced to take Armin on an adventure or even to eat dinner and spend the night.

Carla was a sweet enough woman who seemed to have the same concerns for Eren that you had for Armin. She wanted them to be friends and be normal children that didn’t have to worry about death and disease. It was a common scene for Carla to walk Eren and the young girl to your house with a freshly baked cherry and butter pie, made from the fresh picked cherries in the shared village orchard.

Hosting the two children was never an issue. You liked having the house filled. The boys even seemed to get Mikasa on her feet, running around and doing some sort of adventure.

Armin’s wide, blue eyes always taunted you, taunting the color green you’d imagined they’d be.

Armin had grown up to be a better young man than you could have ever hoped for. He was a sweet young boy who enjoyed his studies and never forgot his mother’s birthday. He never argued, never disobeyed, (though you like to think he naturally agreed with your set of rules).

It was one evening that he’d burst into a fit of yelling and crying when he broke the blue, crystal vase that had been your obvious favorite piece of decorum in the house. He was a smart child. He noticed how you doted on your vase. It was always filled with fresh flowers, always dusted and cleaned, and never moved from the spot on the credenza in the center of the living space.

You felt a strange sadness as you swept the pieces of thin glass up. You did your best not to let it show. Seeing Armin blubber and apologize profusely with bleeding palms from where he’d tried to mend the vase back together was a sore sight. You weren’t angry. You assured your son as much, holding him and assuring him it was only a ‘thing.’

But you cried that night in your small cot, when you were sure that he’d fallen fast asleep in his own room.

Tears were never a stranger to your household.

You were familiar with them, as you had been all your life.

You’d burst into hysterical tears when, one day, the dishes shook off the counter, clattering and crashing to the floor like an earthquake. You knew like you knew the sky was blue that there were titans. Invasion was on your mind since you’d left the Interior, but you never suspected it would be this way.

You raced to the city square to find Armin. Your boy was with Eren and Mikasa somewhere. But he was small, and tender, and he could be hurt. Your heart fell at the sight of any blond head in the nearest proximity of danger. When you found your boy, you scooped him into your arms, and you ran like you’d never run before.

It was only at the safety point when you’d set Armin down and spoke. You examined him for wounds, asking if he was alright in a straight voice while tears streamed down your face.

It was the beginning of a cruel five years. Eren Jaeger and Mikasa had become your newest children. You cared for them as best as you could. Your discreet funds of money that was stored in banks all across the walled lands did a good job of keeping you all safe and protected. You lived with Armin and the kids for seven months at the new house. It was considerably smaller, but everyone had their own bed, and they never had to worry about food being on the table.

Eventually, the time came for the children to make their choice. You’d sensed it coming from a mile away. How could you not? They were not slick. Eren spoke loudly in the nights about his plan for vengeance and justifying poor Carla’s death. And where Eren would go, Mikasa would. Then Armin would be following close behind, only stuttering when he had the least bit of hesitation.

It was easily, without a doubt, the hardest choice you’d made in your entire life to give Armin your blessing. Even after all he’d been through...he still wanted his mother’s approval.

The time came to leave the children. Their enlistment was eagerly accepted. It wasn’t assuring how quickly they’d been enrolled and cataloged. You knew that the regiments were looking to fill the mass gaps of dead soldiers.

The days of an empty house passed to months. Those winded into years.

You made the three beds every week, re~fluffing the pillows and shaking off the dust. If any of them ever wanted to come back home, you’d have to make sure they had a clean, comfy bed.

It was the motherly part of you that wished for any of them to knock on that door. Where one went, the other two followed, like the stars followed the moon.

Some days you thought of Armin. Armin, the departed husband that is. What a jovial man. You missed him often. He would have approved of the life you’d built. He would have liked Armin, the younger. He might have had better furniture choices.

Letters weren’t enough to keep you from losing your mind. The years just kept adding on, leaving you to wonder what the future held. But one particular letter caught your attention, signed and sealed with the Scout regiment’s signet. Commander Erwin called for an immediate family reunion at one of the safe castles. It would happen while it still could.

Oh, what a relief, you’d thought. You practically threw your clothes in a traveler’s case and took all the paths you could to the castle.

It was clearly a rare occasion. Several wagons and carriages were offering rides to the castle, and every passenger was a parent, aunt, or uncle, with the occasional younger siblings of the other cadets. You hadn’t considered it before, but you’d realized that you weren’t just going to see your son. You were filling the roll as a parent for two others.

Every passenger had a story to tell about their children. You all bonded on the journey with the shared thought, is their child friends with mine? Did they cry together? Train together?

One mother expressed how badly she’d hoped it would be an annual event. Soldiers hardly got leaves of absence. Who knows when you could see your child again?

The last of the wagons rolled up to the castles grandiose pathway. It was quite overgrown with shrubbery, but the look it gave was stupendous. You’d wondered if such a look could be mimicked by growing your own plants at home.

The thoughts vanished as the soldiers were brought out to the courtyard, lining up to find their family. You stood patiently. You waited for the familiar trio to appear. They wouldn’t be the exact same. You caught yourself watching for small children. Everyone here were soldiers, the real kind, albeit most being cadets. You anxiously watched. You tried not to think, “What if they’re dead?”

You’d gotten a letter from all three at least a month ago. And there was no issue of death from the corps. Still, the thought lingered.

You swayed in the breeze, smoothing your dress as you tried to remain patient.

“Mother?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach when you heard the familiar voice call out to you. You looked around, trying to pinpoint the voice from the crowd. You were hardly able to take a good look when you were rushed by two muscular figures. They both pounced on you, pulling you into a giant hug and delightfully exclaiming something you didn’t understand from your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“Oh, Mother,” Armin said into your head, kissing the top of your hair. He was tall.

He held onto you longer than Eren did, who had pulled back and looked down at you with a gleeful smile.

“You’re both so...tall,” you exclaimed as you pulled away to look at them both. Armin was tall and slender, but his shoulders were broad. His blond hair was clean cut to his chin as it had always been. He was always a neat person. You imagine he would be keeping up with his routine hair trims as usual.

Eren stood even taller than Armin, if that’s possible. His unruly brown hair was wavy and too long, as if he didn’t care to cut it when it grew to the tops of his ears. His shoulders were twice as broad as Armin’s, and you could see even under the uniform he’d grown quite muscular. It figures. With him being a titan, and all, it makes enough sense that he’s muscular.

It’s the first time you’d seen Eren in person since learning via letter he was one of the first of what Armin dubbed a ‘shifter.’ You tried not to let the thought show on your face. Besides, no one here seems to be giving him a hard time.

You couldn’t help but feel the tears form along your eyelashes like dew drops on a spider’s web. You had once held that little blond boy close to your chest, telling him how he had made you the happiest you’d ever been.

You meant it, and you mean it now. You couldn’t help but sniffle at the thought of your little boy all grown up.

Eren laughed while Armin smiled bashfully. “Oh, mother, there’s no need to cry,” he said, bringing you close for another hug.

You wiped your eyes with your thumbs, trying not to embarrass Armin further. “Well, young man, where is that sister of yours?” you asked Eren.

Eren’s gleeful smile faltered just slightly. “She’s not feeling well. She decided to use the day off and catch up on some rest. But she’ll join us for dinner.”

You couldn’t imagine the pain she’d be feeling right about now. It’s no surprise that she’d not felt up to the task of greeting a mother that wasn’t even her own.

Even in Eren’s eyes-who was doing his best to be strong-had a distant sort of grief that lingered in his eyes, especially at the sight of you adjusting Armin’s clothes.

“Mother, I’ll show you to your room,” Armin said, linking his arm in yours. You fondly accepted Eren’s offer to link your other arm in his own. You asked the boys thousands of questions, intently enjoying their answers.

The castle towered tall above you, the rooftops that arched up being blushed with the shadows of the bushy tree tops. You were only one of the many mothers being escorted gently through the vast castle built with limestone that was polished down to perfect edges. Parents and siblings were being taken on grandiose tours, all while being hugged and pulled by their solider children.

“This is where the survey corps lives?” you asked. Armin nodded ambitiously, a smile curved wide on his mouth. “We move around sometimes depending on where we’re being deployed, but this is where we usually are.”

“It’s huge!” you awe. The castle seemed ancient. Every turn had a piece of character that felt ageless and wiser beyond even your own years. Thought vast, the castle was well kept. You couldn’t find a single cobweb, even if you wanted to.

“Tell me about it,” Eren groaned as he touched his forehead. “It’s a real bitch to clean.”

You looked at the boy in shock, your mouth open. “Why, Eren, where have you heard such language?”

Eren looked to Armin for help as he floundered for an answer. He couldn’t quite form one, so his mouth contorted uneasily. “I-Well I mean...I...I’m sorry.”

You playfully told him you’d allow it this once.

You felt so happy to see the two boys grown and healthy. Armin’s soft hands had doubled in size. He once had such chubby, little hands that gripped your finger tightly for comfort. Always sticky, even one thumb tucked in his mouth.

Though his face was the same, he looked so different in every other aspect. But, this thought was comforted by the matter of Armin being the same in personality as he has always been. He still wore the little timid smile of someone bursting to the seams with words he wants to share. He always has something interesting on his mind. His intelligence had even taken you aback when he was a child. He certainly didn’t get that from you.

You figured it was a trait inherited by his birth mother or his biological grandfather. Truthfully, those are the only relatives of his that you know. After adopting him, you tried to dig up more information about his family. You would have liked for him to have the answers to the questions he’d one day ask.

“Walk faster,” Eren said in an urgent voice.

“Oh, God,” Armin said under his breath. “Let’s go back that way.”

The two young boys-young men- were now trying to steer you in a jarring direction. “What’s wrong?” you asked, starting to pull your arms away from them.

“Mom, he’ll see us!” Armin urged you in a loud whisper, attempting to push you into walking.

“It’s too late, he’s coming,” Eren said in a stiff voice. “We can’t-He’s looking right at me. He’s looking right at me!”

“Who’s looking at who?” you asked desperately trying to understand.

“At ease, cadets,” a smooth voice said. It came from the figure you finally spotted striding towards you, encased in a not so tall, but lean figure. “I presume this is Mrs. Arlert?”

The words struck you in the chest. Armin’s face became screwed and red as he looked down at his feet. “That’s not her name, captain,” Armin quickly said. “But yes, she is my mother. Y/n L/n.”

You didn’t let the hurt bleed into your expression. “I am Armin’s mother. It’s wonderful to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Levi Ackerman, ma’am,” the man said, holding out a hand to shake yours. You realized why the boys had wanted to run away. The famed captain Ackerman was mentioned in plenty of your letters from all three of the children, even Mikasa’s. Though Mikasa mentioned him only when she asked for favors for you, namely ancestry research. She wanted to know if she could be related to the man at all, since she’d never met any other person with the name. While your efforts proved weak, she’d appreciated the attempt.

Meanwhile, Eren and Armin mostly wrote about the man to complain. He was mean, you’d heard. Stern and, as Eren put it, “A major jerk.”

The captain Ackerman doesn’t leave me side; ever. I’d say he’s obsessed with me, but I know it’s because he doesn’t trust me. My power is one that has to be heavily monitored. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish that, at least, my supervisor could be someone nicer. Someone taller, at least, so I don’t have to look down all the time. It’s strange to be chewed out by someone two heads shorter. Note, auntie, this is an estimate.

You shook the captain’s calloused hand. It was a stark difference from the curtseying and bowing from when you were among the society in the interior. The thought of a woman shaking a man’s hand without wearing a glove was ghastly; it was intimate. This part of etiquette was so deeply engrained in your mind that you blushed at the feeling of the captain’s skin against yours.

It was enough to keep you from thinking about Armin.

You’d given him the information about his true name just in case he ever wanted, or needed, to use it. You didn’t expect him to ever go by it. It did hurt, though, to think of your boy being Armin Alert, and not Armin L/n.

“I can easily see where Armin gets his grace,” the captain said in a smooth, deep voice, looking almost proudly to Armin.

Eren looked shocked at your left side, and even Armin’s mouth fell agape. “Your son is quite the tactician,” the captain continued.

You chuckle. “He certainly is. Armin’s been impressing me with his brain since he was a baby.”

Armin laughed nervously. “Mother, we don’t need to share that,” he said in a shy voice. You couldn’t help but continue to gush. You rarely bragged about your child, mostly because your neighbors at home had lost their children and it was a sore subject to speak of.

“Well, captain, I’ve heard so much about you,” you said, offering the man a warm smile. He was awfully handsome with his dark hair that grazed the edges of his jaw.

“If I had realized I’d meet the beautiful famed mother, I would have dressed for the occasion,” Levi said with a remarkably steady voice. You felt your cheeks rush with warmth while Eren forced a loud, awkward cough. It sounded as though he was hacking up a piece of his lung. “We’d better get aunt Y/n to her room, ey Armin?”

“Yeah,” Armin said in a short voice. “I mean yes! Yes, yes, we-yes. She’s tired.”

“She’s exhausted,” Eren added, holding his hands over your shoulders and massaging them for good measure. You raised your eyebrows.

“She’s also so hungry,” Armin added loudly. “She’s starving.”

“There’s a buffet going in the mess hall until mid noon,” Levi suggested. “And then tomorrow there will be a large breakfast party.”

You looked at your son with a teasing look of shame. “Why, you boys never mentioned a party. I would have brought my good dress.”

“As if you’d need a good dress,” Armin teased. “We can go out to town. There’s going to be available transportation all day for your visit. It’s very exciting. I’ve even been dismissed from my chores!”

Eren sent a small glare to the captain. “I wasn’t dismissed from my chores,” he grumbled.

“Unfortunately, Jager, you’re one of my favorite cadets. I just can’t spend a minute without you,” the captain said humorously. It made you laugh, to Eren’s horror. “I hope to be seeing you again during your stay, Missus L/n.”

“Oh, it’s just Miss, captain. I am widowed.”

Armin took a pause in his breath. “...Widowed?”

You realized then that you slipped, too. “Unmarried, I meant,” you corrected yourself, albeit too late.

You could see that even Levi knew the well intended flirting was over. Clearly you and your son had things to talk about, and soon. The matter of the surname would likely not compare to Armin’s questions, especially considering that you never spoke of your old life, or your family (this very well may be the reason Armin chose to use his other name in the first place).

“It was a pleasure, Miss,” the captain said before taking a small bow and walking away. You didn’t have time to notice that the bow was not common for people beyond the interior. “I’m going to go meet Connie’s family,” Eren said calmly, though you felt is was more directed to Armin than you.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Eren,” you softly bid the boy as he prepared to walk away, leaving his best friend to the awkwardness that would ensue.

You looked up at your son with half a smile; he looked uncomfortable. Your boy was doing that thing he did when he was too afraid to say or admit something--he rubbed his palms together nervously, as if he were trying to start a fire. “I’m not angry with you,” you told him before you said anything else. “You don’t have to explain anything to me,” you added.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Armin explained, sounding shaky as he averted his eyes to the floor. “You haven’t told me anything about your family. Your life couldn’t have started only when I was adopted. I just-I just want to know my history.”

You took a breath. “My days living in the Interior were not something I enjoyed. It was a vastly different lifestyle that I did not enjoy, and likely couldn’t ever enjoy again. Yes. I was married. To a man also called Armin. The marriage was arranged, and he and I held no romantic feelings for one another.”

“Did you have children with him?” Armin asked, his voice quiet.

“None, my love,” you assured him, wishing you could just stroke his hair and cuddle him tight like you did during his infancy. “I am so sorry that I haven’t...That I have failed to be more forthright with you.”

Armin failed so say anything. He stood motionless. “May you please not flirt with Captain Ackerman again?” he finally said, looking exasperated.

Your eyes widened. “O-Oh. I’m so so sorry, honey, I just-You-Of course. I swear to not flirt with anyone. Although, I can’t say that I started that. Rather, you should tell the captain not to flirt with your mother again.”

Armin went beet red in the cheeks. “You can’t just tell the captain what and what not to do, mother,” he said in a low and eerie voice; it was as if someone had made such a mistake before, and Armin had witnessed the consequences first hand.

“Armin,” you said quietly.

“I mean it, mother, he once kicked Eren in the face!” Armin went on to exclaim.

“My dear, I could care less about the captain,” you tell your son firmly. “I admit that I was surprised to hear that you use your biologicals name. And for a split second, it did hurt. But, you are your own person. You have been through things grown men haven’t seen. I am so proud of you. No matter what name you go by, you will always be my dear son. I will always love you with all my heart.”

Armin’s eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth turned into a dimpled smile. “I love you, too, mother,” he said. He brought you close for a hug. He kissed the top of your head as you had always done to him during his youth.

Some things were bound to never change.

Armin would always be your intelligent, kind hearted, good tempered son. When he walked, you could only see his toddling down the hallways of your old home. When he laughed, it reminded you of his gasping giggles as he was fondly amused by something some insignificant.

Armin linked his arm with yours one more time. “Let’s get to your room, now,” he said with a happy grin.

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moonknightly · 3 years

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and i cannot get you out : poe dameron x reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Excerpt: “He’s watching you closely and he catches the exact moment you register that he’s so far from okay, and the look in your eye makes his heart shatter. You’re terrified.”

Warnings: Sad Poe, angst, panic attacks, anxiety, heartbreak, small mention of blood, cursing, uhhh I think that’s all?

Poe’s never liked the quiet. It makes him feel trapped, makes him feel claustrophobic and panicked. It makes him feel like a kid again, gives him the same sense of fear he remembers having when he was only five years old, like the monsters out of his worst nightmares will manifest into real life terrors the longer the silence drags on.

He can’t stand it, can never sit in it for long, not without succumbing to the thoughts and memories that he’s always kept buried behind stacks of bricks in his mind, under lock and key where they can’t touch him, can’t hurt him.

But silence is the only thing he has now, the only way he can get himself to experience something other than the hollow feeling that has made a permanent home in his chest, and he’ll take it. He’ll take the fear over the numbness, he’ll take it over and over again just to feel something real. He welcomes it.

It’s almost like a distraction. A distraction from the glass shards poking through the muscles of his heart, a distraction from his fragmented ribs wailing with each inhale he takes. A distraction from her.

That’s a complete lie, that’s just what he likes to tell himself. Poe’s never stopped thinking about her.

Another lie — the mornings are easy, she hardly crosses his mind at all. He’s stopped waking up and turning his head to the side, looking at the empty spot next to him and wishing it were all just a dream. He’s stopped reaching over to touch the sheets in search of warmth. Now, he just swings his legs over the side of his bed and gets on with his day. He showers, he eats breakfast, he does his duties and never falters, never loses focus.

But she always slips her way back into his mind as the day drags on, and by the time night falls, she’s taken over his every thought, relentless in her assault. He still untucks the blankets on what was once her side of the bed before he goes to sleep.

Poe doesn’t know how long he’s been laying there now, alone in their- his bed, staring at the ceiling and willing sleep to find him and carry him away into a dreamless slumber. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sniffing the air, searching for a hint of her perfume but it’s had to have been hours now. He’s tired, he’s so so tired and he just wants to sleep. He needs to sleep.

He thinks maybe the silence is doing more harm than good, for the first time he thinks he might prefer the numbness over his incessant thoughts about her.

He really doesn’t know which is worse.

He doesn’t even know if he’s right about what he’s feeling or isn’t feeling and when, it’s all so jumbled now. He’s a fucking wreck.

And he’s scared it’s going to affect his ability to do his job effectively. He’s scared it’s going to cause him to make a stupid decision that costs him his life, or worse, someone else’s. Poe’s so fucking scared and the silence is weighing heavy, he feels like his chest is getting ready to cave in on itself. He can’t take it.

His entire body feels like it’s on fire.

Poe sits up and throws the covers back from his body in a haste, each hand finding the opposite arm as the invisible flames lick at his nerves, and he scratches. He scratches and scratches and scratches and he whimpers when it doesn’t stop, when it doesn’t even help. It hurts. It hurts so much and he just wants her out of his head, out of his veins. As long as she’s there he can’t fucking breathe, he can’t-

“Poe?”

He forgot that he wasn’t alone. You’d fallen asleep on the small couch in his quarters and he hadn’t had the heart to wake you and send you to your own room.

He hears your footsteps growing closer, but he doesn’t look up, he just keeps his eyes tightly shut.

“It won’t kriffing stop.”

His voice cracks, he hates the way it cracks.

You’re immediately by his side, hands hesitating before you reach out to touch him, not sure if that’s what he needs or if it would only make him worse. He notices, and he’s thankful for it, because he’s not sure either.

His chest is so tight. He’s spiraling. He’s watching you closely and he catches the exact moment you register that he’s so far from okay, and the look in your eye makes his heart shatter. You’re terrified.

“What can I do?” you ask, your own voice wavering, and he hates that it’s his fault. He hates that you’re upset, that he’s the one making you upset. You don’t deserve it, you’re the last person who deserves it and he feels like absolute shit.

He shakes his head, still scratching at his skin, blood collecting under his fingernails from one particular drag. That’s what finally makes you reach out and grab his wrists, and it’s as if everything stops. His racing mind, the burning, everything. There’s just silence.

Silence he can stand, that doesn’t feel like the end of the world or a nightmare. Everything’s just so still and calm and he can breathe again, he can think again. His skin tingles where your fingers touch, and it’s the best thing he’s felt in weeks.

But his chest is still heaving as he comes back down and you’re still scared, so you don’t divert from the plan that had quickly entered your mind. You pull him up and he doesn’t protest, doesn’t have the energy to, and you lead him towards the ‘fresher. He still doesn’t protest when you pull him in fully clothed, still doesn’t make a noise when the first blast of water is ice cold, but his shoulders do relax after you twist some knobs and the hottest water on base comes spraying down on you both.

You’re staring at him, he can feel your eyes on him even as his own are closed. He can still feel the worry radiating off of you and he still hates it. He doesn’t deserve to have someone like you concerned about him and you don’t deserve the kind of panic he can sense.

You don’t deserve it.

He’s still hung up on a girl who left him completely shattered and you’re in love with him, he’s known that you love him for months now, ever since one drunken night where you both had one too many and you kissed him in an empty hallway, confessing your feelings to him while he could only stand there and stare. He remembers thinking he should’ve been angry, he’d still been with her at the time. He should’ve pushed you away and he should’ve yelled but instead the only thought that ran through his head had been kissing you again, becoming more familiar with territory he so desperately wanted to get to know. He’d wanted to explore every part of you that you’d allow, like he’d wanted to do from the moment you crashed into his life and turned it upside down in the best possible way.

He wanted you. He still wants you.

You didn’t seem to remember anything the next morning though, and that was fine. That was fine because he still had her and that was enough but now she’s gone and all he can think about is your damn lips and the way your chest looks through your soaking wet t-shirt and he doesn’t deserve you. Poe doesn’t deserve you. You don’t deserve to have him shatter you.

And it’s only been minutes since the thought of her sent him into a blind panic, but now, as he’s standing there under the boiling water in his cramped ‘fresher with your face just inches from his, he realizes that it’s not her stuck in his veins, but you.

His nightmares where he’s left completely alone and broken on the floor, it wasn’t her face he saw, but yours. It wasn’t her he screamed for when he woke up at three o’clock in the morning, sweating and shaking. It wasn’t her perfume he loved, but yours. It wasn’t that he was strung out over missing her, it was that he was scared you would come to the same realization that she did and leave him too. You were going to realize that he’s not enough and you were going to leave and then he’d really be all alone.

Poe doesn’t want to be alone.

And like you can read his mind, you reach up towards his face, hesitating again so he can pull away if he still doesn’t want to be touched but he doesn’t. He lets you cup his cheeks, he leans into it even, and your touch is so gentle, so soft all he can do is let his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your fingers on his skin once more.

He wants to kiss you again.

He doesn’t deserve you.

“I’m sorry she did this to you,” you mumble, letting your thumb stroke along his cheekbone. “I’m sorry I can’t fix it.”

But you can, he wants to tell you that if anyone can fix it, it’s you. He wants to tell you it’s not her, he wants to get down on his knees and beg for you not to leave him, to stay with him even though he’s broken and weak and only a shell of his former self. He wants to-

“I’m sorry I’m not her.”

That makes his eyes widen almost comically, and he’s immediately shaking his head, grabbing onto your wrists to keep you there when you try to pull away.

“Stop it.” His voice has it’s normal edge to it again. “You’re better than her.”

“But Poe-”

“No.” His grip tightens. “Don’t you dare even start comparing yourself to her.”

Little did he know that’s all you’d been doing since you met her.

“You’re everything she’s not.”

“Poe-”

“You’re the one I want. It’s you, it’s always been you.”

His words take no time at all to register, he can see the shock written across your face the moment they leave his lips, but he doesn’t stop there.

“I cannot get you out of my fucking head and it scares the hell out of me.”

You’re quiet, and the expression on your face shifts into something he can’t quite place, can’t read. You just stand there and stare at him, unblinking, unmoving for what feels like centuries before you finally reach behind you and shut the water off. His heart sinks.

You reach for a towel, holding it in front of him, turning your head away. “Take your sweats off, let’s get you back in bed. You need to sleep.”

He shakes his head again, but your eyes are closed and you miss the hastey movement.

“Please don’t make me, kriff, I don’t want to be alone. I can’t-”

The panic is immediately present in his tone. It makes you look at him again, and now you’re the one shaking your head. “I’ll stay. I just want you to get some rest Poe.”

He takes another moment to watch you, as if he needs to validate your sincerity — not that he doesn’t trust you, Poe has always trusted you with his life. He’s just scared.

“Okay,” he finally mumbles, nodding his head. You nod once as well, and then hold the towel back up.

He pushes his sweats down his legs then wraps the towel around his hips before doing the same for you, and he’s the one to guide you back into his room. He doesn’t offer you clothes, you don’t ask for them. You both just want to lay down.

The silence is still present, but just like before, Poe can stand it. He can stand it because you’re lying next to him and you’re there and you’re not her.

He’s staring at you, and he doesn’t care if it’s creepy or weird. He just wants to make sure you’re still there, he’s so scared you’re going to leave him. Everyone leaves, his mother left him when he was only eight years old and no one has stayed since. He needs you to stay.

But you don’t seem to want him anymore. Not like you used to.

That doesn’t matter. He’ll take you in any way, any form he can get. That will be enough.

“I should’ve told you I love you.”

His voice is hardly above a whisper but he knows you hear him, he can see the look in your eyes shift again, though he can’t quite place it.

“When you kissed me, I should’ve pulled you closer, I should’ve told you I loved you then. I should’ve been with you the whole time.”

You’re quiet for a moment and just like that Poe can read you again. He recognizes shock with maybe just a hint of embarrassment. “You remember that?”

He nods, reaching for your hand so he can intertwine his fingers with yours — he always holds your hand, it’s not uncommon, isn’t out of the ordinary but it feels different this time. He’s not sure why.

“I thought you were the one who didn’t remember anything.” He squeezes your hand once. “I should’ve told you.”

You squeeze back automatically, so used to the little exchange, but before you can speak again he’s squeezing three times. It makes you freeze.

Three times for three words.

You shake your head.

“You’ve been telling me for a long time Poe.”

He knows, he knows exactly what you’re talking about even though it was something he’d never thought about, it was just instinct. It was just something that felt right but now it made sense.

“Please don’t leave me.” He’s still whispering. “I want you. Please don’t go.”

You’re quiet again, and he can tell that you’re battling with your thoughts. He wishes he could actually read your mind, see what’s going on up there in that beautiful brain of yours. He wants to wipe the worry away, he wants to take any fear or doubt and wash it right down the drain where it belongs.

“You need to sleep.”

That’s not what he wants to hear. Now he’s the one who’s quiet, for several long moments, his stomach flipping with nerves and a kind of anxiety that he wasn’t used to — the bricks he’d put up so long ago were breaking down.

“But-”

“We can talk about this in the morning,” you interrupt, shaking your head from side to side. You move closer to him, and Poe’s thankful for the warmth your body offers, both physically and mentally. “This isn’t a conversation we should have when we’re both tired.”

“I just-”

“Poe please.” Your voice cracks like it did earlier in the night, and he’s not sure why. “Can we please just talk about this later?”

He looks at you, really takes a moment to just look at you and try to figure you out, but again he can’t decipher the expression on your face, the emotion in your eyes. You look hurt, and Poe just can’t understand.

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” he finally asks, trying to push down the lump in his throat. He wouldn’t cry in front of you, not now. He doesn’t want to upset you any further.

You don’t hesitate to answer him, and that’s another thing he’s thankful for.

“I’m not going anywhere Dameron.”

He believes you, Maker he believes you.

Poe reaches out and lets his fingers find your hip, and he pulls you even closer, wanting more of your warmth that felt so much like home to him, something he hadn’t realized before, when she was still clouding his vision and taking him over.

And that’s what scares you — the sudden realization, how quickly the switch seemed to flip in his mind. How eager and ready he was for you when she’d been all he could think about. It scares the hell out of you.

You need him to wait, you need him to make sure that you’re really what he wants, because there’s no way you could take it if he dangles his love in front of you only to revoke it when he isn’t tired or panicked, when he’s not hurting. You need him to be sure.

Poe’s never been more sure of anything when he wakes up the next morning and you’re still right there, pressed into his side just like you’d promised. He’s never been more sure of anything when he inhales deeply and catches your familiar perfume.

He’s never been more sure of anything when he kisses you, and the feeling of his lips on yours is the only reassurance you need.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfic

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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 3 years

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Our star

Newt tmr x reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff and oh, fluff

Promt: (ok I am really really bad at descriptions so pls don’t kill me) when you can’t sleep you leave your hut to go get some hair, and you find newt :)

Word count: 1398

Ok so I made this as like a practice story, please give me feed back! It’s much appreciated! This is my first fic so please no hate! I switch between a lot of point of views, tell me which one you prefer! Hope y’all enjoy! (Also didn’t rly proof read :|)

Not my gif! Credit to whoever made it! <3

You had been awake for what seemed like a millennium. After the new greenie had arrived, the gladers threw a bond fire, in which you and almost everyone else got drunk or tipsy at the least. You thought that you would doze off quickly but it never happened. You sighed climbing out of your hammock. It was pretty cold now that you didn’t have the comfort of your blanket. You grabbed your jacket and headed out of the hut. It was quiet, peaceful, when you were a greenie you would wake up early just to have some quiet time and watch the sunrise from the top of the tower. You weren’t sure what time it was but you decided to climb up to your tower spot because it always seemed to sooth you. You still weren’t sure why you couldn’t sleep, your heart just kept racing and you mind was having a concert featuring wannabe by the spice girls. As you got closer and closer to the top you heard a hushed humming sound coming from the top. The tune was familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on the exact song. The closer you got the clearer the humming sound became, eventually you realized it was newt. Your best friend since the day you arrived at the glade. Newt had been there for you, he had been there for everyone. He was that person, he was your person. You stopped your climb thinking about if u were going to be disturbing him. You came to the conclusion that talking to newt might actually help with your sleeping, so you continued the climb.

You reached the top and Newt's eyes darted to you quickly, he smiled at the sight. Newt had always loved you, as a friend of course. He always wanted to be near you and to keep you safe. When you were a greenie you had the “crazy” idea of wanting to be a runner, but Newt couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go into the horrid maze.

“Hello love, what are you doing up” he asked smiling

“I couldn’t sleep” you responded standing up to come sit next to him

“Nor could I, a lot of stress with the new greenie and all”

“He seems nice”

“Yes, he’s a spontaneous one though”

You giggled, you always loved his accent, it was like music to your ears.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asked facing you, looking at you with loving eyes

“Well I am not quite sure, to be completely honest”

“Something on your mind? You can tell me” he said encouragingly

“No no, I am glad your here tho, your very chill”

“Chill huh?” He said grinning and raising an eyebrow

“Yup” you said nodding your head

“Well I hope I am fun too”

“Oh yes, the most fun ever”

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company. You didn’t know how but somehow newts arm had been around you, pulling you in close, as you rested your head on his shoulder, looking at the gorgeous night sky. Whilst looking at all the stars you quickly found your favorite constellation, the northern crown (Corona Borealis).

“That’s my favorite constellation” you said pointing your finger towards a group of stars in the sky

“It’s very nice” newt nodded

“It’s called the Corona Borealis, or the northern crown. I really like the story behind it, it’s so sweet.”

“Tell me” he said simply

“Oh well I am not sure how accurate this is going to be but basically…..” (because it was not my story I didn’t put it in do to Plagiarism and stuff)

You told newt the story, he kept his eyes on you the whole time admiring your love for the stars. Once you finished you sighed. “It’s a love story, and I love love stories” u said

Newt laughed “me too”

You looked at each other his eyes flickered to you lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. It was silent until he spoke

“It’s getting late love you should go to sleep” he said looking away

“Uh ya your probably right” you stood up, feeling cold again because newts arm was no longer pulling you toward him, then suddenly you felt a hand grab your wrist, looking back you saw newt looking at you with the sweetest eyes

NEWTS POV

The second she stood up to go it felt wrong, I could let her go, not again. We were alone and now was the right time to tell her! But what if she doesn’t feel the same way? I will have messed up our whole bloody relationship. Ya know what, fuck it, I have been in love with Y/N since she stepped out of the box. I saw the scared look in her eyes and from then on I vowed to protect her, even if that meant that she would hate me for a few days every once in a while. Suddenly a jolt of electricity and confidence ran through my body, my hard was suddenly on Y/Ns wrist, well no turning back now. She looked back at me, her face was surprised and confused. I stood up, grabbing her other hand “Y/N there is something I need to tell you” I said, I had to do it quick because I could already feel the confidence leaving me. “Ok shoot, blondie” she said smiling. Fuck. “Well um” come on, you can do this! “Ever since I saw you scared in that box, when I came down to greet you and you flinched away, I didn’t know it then but I broke my heart seeing you in that state, scared, alone, scared of me. When you finally spoke to me your voice was like music to my ears and I vowed to protect you and love you” I paused looking for some reaction in her face, it was frozen at first but then she smiled and said “And that’s exactly what you have done, and I thank you for that” then she kissed my cheek “don’t worry about me blondie” she said removing her hands from mine

YOUR POV

He was truly the sweetest boy in the world, hearing him say all those things gave me butterflies. All I wanted to do was hug him and never let go, but I resorted to kissing him on the cheek. I began walking away thinking he was done with his sweet speech when suddenly he pulled me back to him. But this time he didn’t stop me a few feet away, this time my lips crashed into his. Surprised at first my lips stayed still, but slowly my lips moved into a rhythm with his. They seemed to move as if they were meant to be in the state they were now. I broke the kiss when suddenly the thought hit me, I was the only girl in the glade, Alby had rules, no one could touch me.“Wait newt, we should think about this-“ I started before being cut off, “You don’t like me do you?” He said looking down, “What?! No! I-l, of course I like you, hell I probably love you newt!” His face lit up at my words “Great, then I think we have done enough thinking” he said before again pulling me back into a passionate and needy kiss, it was warm and gentle. We only broke apart to breath our foreheads still touching. “I think we are the lucky ones” he said smiling. He remembers, once when I was feeling down I had told him that we are the least luckiest people in the world, I had told him it was a world I didn’t want to be in. But he told me that soon we would be the lucky ones and we would get out of here. “The stars aligned, and in all of this crazy-ness somehow you and me are here together, and I am never letting you go,” he said, kissing me again, this time completely wiping my brain of all thoughts. Maybe he was right, maybe we are the lucky ones this time

“Every now and then the stars a-line

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Finally, you and me, are the lucky ones this time”

-lucky ones by Lana del ray

#newt tmr #newtie #the maze runner #newt x reader #newt tmr x reader

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i-am-ironic · 4 years

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So I'm dead then. Interesting.

Sorry this took so long to get out a lot of stuff has been happening and I've been super busy. Anyway i saw this idea a LONG time ago and it just seemed perfect for daminette.

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As Damian opened his eyes he looked around. This room was not familiar. He was not at the manner then, so where was he? The room was far too pink for his tastes, and was that a dress in the corner? No this definitely wasn't the manner.

"Marinette!! Get up you are going to be late for the first day of school!!"

Damian jumped, wiping his head around. Next to him was a girl who was just starting to wake up. She had black hair that fell just around her shoulders. She sat up in bed and stretched. wait a minute, WHY WAS HE IN THE SAME BED AS HER???!!!! This was bad this was very bad!!! He was only 13!!! what happened!!

Damian tried to push himself away from her only to fall through the rail on the side of her bed. The girl, Marinette, didn't seem to notice him she simply climbed down the ladder and, grabbing some clothes, headed to the bathroom. He could hear the shower turn on so he decided to look around.

She had a sewing machine on a desk with a sckech book open next to it. The sckech book held elegant dresses and tuxedos with embroidery so perfectly placed you would have to wonder if it was part of the fabric.

There were pictures on the wall of the girl's friends, one boy seemed to take up most of the space, perhaps her boyfriend? Damian also found a skylight that appeared to open onto a balcony.

When Marinette reappeared she was wearing a nice outfit, still drying her hair off from the shower.

Damian decided now was as good a time as any to ask her what the heck he was doing here, "Excuse me miss," no response, "I was wondering where I am and who you are." Still nothing, "im trying to talk to you!" Damien said reaching out his hand to grab her by the shoulder. His hand passed right through her. He stared at the girl who was still packing her backpack, and then at his hand which was becoming more solid every second he wasn't touching her.

He grabbed his own hand and could feel the scars on it from the league. But when he tried to touch Marinette again his hand passed through her, this time she shivered a bit. Odd he could touch himself but not her, could he touch other things? He reached out to the wall, his hand rested on it until he pushed more and he began to slip through the wall. Very interesting.

As Marinette walked down the stairs to the voice that had called her before Damian followed testing things as her went. Marinette sat down to eat breakfast with who he asumed to be her parents before rushing off to her first day of school.

As Damian followed her throughout the day he discovered several things: he didn't have legs anymore. Where his legs had once been was now replaced with a flowy tail (like the genie in Alddin). He also couldn't be seen or heard by anyone, he had tried to speak but nothing happened. And to top it all off he was in France!! He probably should have figured that out by all the people speaking French but it hit him when marinette had gone to the Eiffel tower after school. Well not exactly marinette, ladybug had gone to the Eiffel tower when fighting a monster called stone heart.

After Stone Heart was defeated marinette went back home and detransformed, Damian hadn't seen her receive the earrings so seeing a giant floating ladybug was strange, but to be fair he was flying right now too.

"Oh marinette that was great! I knew you would make the perfect Ladybug!" Said the.... thing.

"Thank you Tikki!" Oh so that was the things name.

"It was your first day and......" Tikki paused, "oh marinette im so sorry, I didn't know."

"Whats wrong Tikki? What didn't you know?"

"your soulmate...... he's here." As if that explains everything! How was that supposed to help him.

"What do you mean my soulmate is here?" Marinette asked.

"If your soulmate dies before you meet them then they come to watch over you, most humans have soulmates they just don't know about it until its too late...... I can sense yours. I'm so sorry marinette."

so he was dead, that made a lot of sense actually. The last thing he remembered was fighting his clone and then darkness. He should be angry he knew that, but he really didn't care. He liked this girl, he felt safer with her in one day then he did with his father after a whole month. Still he wanted to try to tell his family he was alright..... ok maybe he wasn't alright but he was happy.

Marinette's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "What happened to him?"

Tikki closed her eyes trying to concentrate, "im not sure, he died bravely, in battle. Other then that i don't know."

Well she was correct, he did die in battle with his clone. He wondered what had happened in that battle after his death. Had his family succeeded in defeating his mother, or were they all dead too now? He had no answer but what he did know was that he should try to find them.

That night he began flying away in the direction he believed America was, he reached the sea faster then he had expected. One advantage about being dead was that he didn't get tired, he just kept flying.

Then suddenly he was back in marinette's room as she stretched on her bed. Sunlight was streaming through the skylight. Every time he tried to leave he reappeared at the exact time Marinette woke up every day. The day repeated much the same as the day before, one of the girl's in marinette's class called her names and didn't get in trouble, a monster was beaten by Ladybug and her partner Chat Noir, and he floated around.

Eventually he discovered he could leave massages for marinette on her phone, in the steam on her mirror, or if she left a notebook out overnight. He left small things like, "don't forget about you math test!" Or "Alya said you could go to her house for cookies after school" or "talk to chat noir before he becomes a problem." You know important stuff.

Damian discovered he had grown quite fond of his 'Soulmate' as Tikki had called her. She would talk to him sometimes, about school, ladybug stuff, everything. He would answer back when he could with a note or send a sign, she always seemed to understand.

One day after hearing Marinette talk about how hard it would be to find HawkMoth Damian decided to do something about it. That night he Searched evry house on the east side of Paris. When marinette woke up he was at her side.

He wasn't sure how long he looked, every day was spent with marinette and every night trying to find her enemy. He really wasn't sure how long he had been dead, it felt like he had always been like this, but at the same time like everything was brand new.

After what must have been weeks of searching he found Hawkmoth. The man was nun other then Gabriel Agreste. As damian raced back to marinette's house he got the familier feeling of being pulled away from his spot to Marinette.

Except he wasn't at Marinette's house, he wasn't even in Paris, he was in the batcave looking up at his father.

"Damien! It worked!" Cried Batman still holding his disoriented son.

Damien had no idea what was going on, one minute he was going to tell marinette who her worst enemy was and now he was half way across the world and appeared to be alive, again.

"Father? What am I doing here? Where is marinette?"

Bruce frowned at his son, "Who's marinette?"

Just as Damian was going to answer a loud crash came from behind them. He just got back and already had to fight someone. Great. The fight didn't take long once Damian discovered he had super powers given to him by the same crystal that brought him back to life.

After his family explained how they had brought him back using magic and that his grandfather was also alive again, he had his own explanation to give.

"Everything is all fuzzy."

"Thats alright Damian, you have been dead for months." Tim said.

"But i wasn't really dead," everyone glanced around confused as Damian continued, "I woke up in Paris, and she was waking up and I didn't know what to do, she is a Hero. She knew I was there. She knew I was dead. She is my soulmate."

"Damien are you okay?" Bruce said, this wasn't like Damien at all, he should be mad he let himself die not concerned for someone who didn't exist.

"I have to get to Paris! I HAVE TO TELL HER ABOUT HAWKMOTH! She has... to....know........" the end of his sentence drifted off as Dick pulled the needle out of Damian's arm.

"When he gets up, we will have to tell him that he was hallucinating, we don't need him running off to France to find someone who doesn't exist."

Soon the memorys of Marinette and his time being dead grew distant. He was unaware of the confusion he had caused in Paris.

Tikki could always feel marinette's soulmate as he traveled around Paris. Until he vanished. She immediately got Marinette out to the bathroom to talk.

"Marinette he's gone."

"Who is gone, Tikki?" Marinette asked.

Tikki frowned trying to feel him, "your soulmate he isn't here. I can't sense him anymore."

"There must be a reasonable explanation, maybe he just went out of Paris?"

"No, he isn't anywhere it's almost like he isn't dead anymore."

"But that's not possible, right?" Marinette asked almost hopefully.

"I've seen it before, but don't get your hopes up."

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carnationcreation · 3 years

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Hi! I have a request for a Jason x reader. Jason and the reader are best friends and/or dating. One day, the reader needs to be rescued by the Power Rangers. The reader recognizes Jason's voice and confronts him about it. Thanks so much! 💞

TITLE: Dear Diary (Jason Lee Scott x reader)

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Request: Hi! I have a request for a Jason x reader. Jason and the reader are best friends and/or dating. One day, the reader needs to be rescued by the Power Rangers. The reader recognizes Jason's voice and confronts him about it. Thanks so much! 💞

Prompt/summary: Jason keeps running off from his best friend, until a chance encounter reveals a secret he wanted to keep hidden.

Word Count: 1,705

Authors note: Italics are written in a diary. Tbh I’m really feeling this format and might do more like this in the future!

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Dear Diary,

The past few days have been… strange. I’m not even sure how to properly explain it, but I think Jason’s hiding something from me.

He was supposed to meet me at the youth center yesterday to help me with some of my self defense moves I learned in class that day. He never showed up though.

“I’m so sorry,” Jason said over the phone. It was almost midnight when he called my house, luckily my parents were out of town so it wasn’t a problem.

I sighed, “It’s fine Jace. We can just go over them some next week.”

“I promise I won’t miss it,” he said, “Besides I like seeing you kick ass.”

“Oh shut up,” I said, he could probably hear my smile through the phone.

And over the weekend he said we could go out to lunch to celebrate being nominated for senior homecoming candidates. He was almost an hour late.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Jason said. He sat down at the table and dug into some chips and salsa.

“You’re lucky I didn’t get up and leave earlier Mr. Jason Lee,” I said, closing the book I had open on the table.

“I know, I know, I’m the worst best friend ever.”

I don’t know what’s going on with him. In school I’ll try to stop him in the hallway but he’s always in a rush to get somewhere. It’s really making me worry.

I just really want my best friend back.

I closed the diary and wrapped the elastic cord around it to keep it closed before it went into my bag. The warm sun felt amazing on my face. The park was bustling today as people of Angel Grove enjoyed the clear sunny day.

I hadn’t heard from Jason in a few days. His absence was really starting to make me worried. Yeah, I had other friends, but Jason and I had been best friends for years ever since we met in primary school.

The sound of laughter made me look up. I watched as Jason passed by with no more than a glance in my direction.

I grabbed my bag before trying to catch up to them, “Jason!”

He turned around with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

“Hey,” I tried to smile and not make things awkward, “Are we gonna meet up at the Youth Center this Friday?”

“Oh… I’m sorry (Y/n) but the gang and I already had plans.”

My heart sunk as I looked at his new group of friends with a solemn expression, “Oh, alright then. Guess I’ll catch you later…”

I tried so hard to not let the pain come out in my words, but I never was a good actor. I left the park holding back tears and walked all the way home with them staining my cheeks.

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Three weeks flew by in a hurry and I was sucked into the frenzy of the prom committee. To my surprise (and some dismay) Jason’s new friends had volunteered to help decorate the gymnasium. The exact area I was in charge of. Luckily I was too busy to even dwell on the fact that my ex-bestfriend came to talk to them more than he did me.

“Hey (Y/n),” Kimberly said, “Which spot do you think would be best for the drink table?”

“Over by the photo booth,” I said, writing down every task we had gotten done that day on a clipboard. I must’ve gotten so caught up in my work I didn’t realize that Jason’s whole friend group had entered the gym.

“Wow! This place looks amazing!” Trini said.

Kimberly smiled, “Yeah all thanks to (Y/n).”

“It was no big deal. Mrs. Saslow bought all the decorations we just had to set them up.”

“Well,” Billy adjusted his glasses, “You did a phenomenal job coordinating everything.”

“Thanks guys.”

My eyes caught Jason and I looked away quickly. Maybe it was the awkward silence, or maybe they were in a rush, but Trini quickly led the boys back to the hallway to help her bring in more folding chairs.

“What happened between you and Jason?” Kimberly asked while putting a light blue tablecloth over the drink table.

“Nothing.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” she said, “Everytime you’re around him anymore you just seem so sad. You two used to be inseparable and everyone knew it.”

“I mean it literally, nothing happened. He kept promising to hang out and do all the things we used to do together but then never did. I’m not even sure why.”

Kimberly sighed, “I promise, Jason’s just going through a lot right now.”

She must’ve noticed the tears forming in my eyes when she placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Are you in love with him?”

“I- I’m not exactly sure,” I sighed.

Kimberly chuckled, “For you to be as heartbroken as you are whenever you see him there has to be something a little more than friendship there.”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll figure it out one day, right now he doesn’t even want to be around me so I should just move on.”

“That’s not true.”

I huffed, “He hasn’t called or stopped to talk to me in three weeks Kimberly. He doesn’t want me around.”

“Kim! A little help here?” Zack yelled from the hallway.

Kimberly grabbed a napkin and the pen from my hand, “Here, call me this weekend and we can hang out instead. No stupid, idiotic boys, just some girl time.”

“Thanks Kimberly, I appreciate it.”

~~~

Dear Diary,

Jason finally got back to me today. He asked for us to meet up at the park. I’m not sure exactly why, but I’ll update you on it when I get back.

The swings had always been my favorite part of the park, so as I sat and wrote the latest entry in my diary my legs swung back and forth slightly.

Wham!

My diary is knocked out of my hands and before I could react my arms were being tugged on by two weird gray looking creatures. One of them has rope in their hand as they lead me to the nearest tree. I swiveled my arm out of one's grip and knocked its legs out from under it. The other tries to do the same to me but I jump and flip it over onto it’s back before it even got the chance.

A bright flash goes off to my right knocking me to the ground.

When I finally get my bearings I'm being tied to the tree by those weird creatures.

From the corner of my eye I see people in bright colored suits running towards the gold monster.

Holy shit, it's the power rangers.

“Stop right there Goldar!” the one in red yelled.

My eyes narrow as I try to place where I had heard that voice before. I barely even noticed some of the fighting as I wracked my brain trying to think. He sounded so familiar.

One of the rangers came crashing into me with a hard hit to my stomach.

“Sorry!” the girl in pink yelled.

Wait a second…

Finally the monster teleported away and the rangers rushed over to untie me from the tree.

“You’re safe now,” the one in the black suit said.

“Here’s your stuff,” the yellow ranger said.

“Uhh, thanks…”

“Are you alright?” the red ranger said. Hearing his voice for a second time made everything click.

“Jason?”

I could visibly see him freeze up causing me to chuckle, “Is it really you?”

With a sigh him and the rest of the rangers demorphed. In front of me stood Kim, Zack, Billy, Trini, and a really embarrassed looking Jason.

“I promise I was on my way to meet you.”

“It’s alright,” I said, picking up my bag and grabbing my diary from Trini, “It looks to me like you had bigger problems to handle at the moment.”

“Yeah,” he said shyly.

“What did you need to meet me here for?” I asked.

“Oh!” Kimberly yelled, “You guys wait here, Jason I’ll let you know when it’s ready!”

“When what’s ready?”

“Just don’t worry about it, see you guys later!” Billy said as he, Zack, and Trini took off after Kimberly.

I looked to Jason only for him to smile shyly and take my hand. My heart was racing as he led me over to the swings. Was his hand always this nice to hold? Why hadn’t I noticed this before?

“I’m really sorry for avoiding you. I promise I was trying to keep you safe.”

“Safe?” I asked, “Safe from what?”

“Rita. The one who keeps sending all these monsters. I promise I’ll make it up to you, whatever way you want me to.”

“I understand Jace, but…”

“But what?”

“Hmmm maybe a proper dinner at our favorite restaurant on main street might help me forgive you.”

He chuckled, “It’s a deal, right after this though.”

“After what?”

The bracelet on his wrist went off before he could answer me, “Jason! We’re ready!”

He smiled and grabbed my hand again, leading me down the path that leads to the parks gazebo.

“Oh, wait,” he said, stopping me before we could round the corner, “You, uh, might wanna cover your eyes for a second.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see, please?”

“Fine,” I huffed.

He placed my hands over my eyes before guiding me by the small of my back. Which made my heart beat even faster.

“Alright, open them.”

I pulled my hands away from my face and looked around in awe. Fairy lights had been strung around the banisters and a giant sign was placed in front of where he stood.

“PROM?”

A laugh rang out from my chest as I jumped into his arms in a bonecrushing hug.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes you dummy!”

“She said yes!” he yelled.

“YAY!” the rest of the rangers yelled and clapped from the edge of the clearing where the gazebo stood.

I laughed as he finally set my feet on the ground, blushing madly from his friend's reaction.

He kissed me gently on my forehead making me smile and lean my head on his chest.

Dear Diary,

He made it up to me.

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starbornvalkyrie · 4 years

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what we could be | part four

A/N: I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to update this one! This part fought me hard, to be honest. It’s a little shorter than the previous parts, but I just had to get past it to move the story along. I’ll leave you with this: things have to get worse before they get better. Enjoy!

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“What did you just say?

He heard a huff on the other end. “I know you’re not that dense, Rowan,” she growled, “You know exactly what I said.”

“But… but…” he stammered. So unlike him. “But how?”

“How? Hm, well, when a man and a woman both consent to it, they get naked, then the man takes his dick and--”

Rowan snapped. “Aelin, shut the fuck up, I’m not an idiot.”

“Coulda fooled me,” she mumbled, and Rowan let out a sigh.

“You’re pregnant.”

“About nine weeks, yes.”

Rowan paused. “And it’s mine?”

Aelin barked a laugh with no humor behind it. “Unless you’re also accusing me of cheating, then yes, it’s yours.”

“I’m just trying to make sense of it all,” he retorted. Rowan’s head is spinning. It feels strange, not being able to control his emotions. He wants to suggest they start the conversation over, a little more calmly.

But of course, it’s Aelin. She’s a firecracker on a good day, and he had to assume she hadn’t had a good day in a long, long while. “What is there to make sense of? We fucked, you didn’t pull out, and now I have another life form growing in my stomach.”

He was about to correct her on the location of the baby when his brain caught onto her tone. “Hold on. Are you… mad at me?” he asked, rubbing his temples to chase away the impending headache that was forming.

“Yes! No… agh, I don’t know! Damn hormones…” She said that last part more to herself than to him, and he was starting to soften up to her mixed feelings when she yelled, “You got me pregnant!”

“Well, it takes two to tango, Aelin!”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Gah, Aelin!”

“Rowan!” She screamed so loudly, Rowan could have sworn he felt the sonic boom from across the ocean.

He had to remember who he was talking to, had to think about what she’s going through. As calmly as he could, though there was still a slight bite to his words, he said, “I think… I think I need some time to process this. Can I call you later?”

There was a pause so long that Rowan had to check to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. After a minute, he heard her take a deep breath, something he knew she did whenever she was trying to prevent herself from saying something stupid. Or mean. Or all of the above.

“Later… Got it. Bye, Rowan.” And she hung up. Rowan wasn’t sure how long he stood there with his phone still to his ear, but he pulled it away and stared at it, willing all the answers he wished he knew to appear from out of nowhere. When did he even stand up?

Aelin is pregnant.

Aelin is pregnant with his child.

From the sounds of it, she’s going to keep it. Gods, they hadn’t even gotten that far in the conversation.

Aelin is pregnant.

Rowan is going to be a father.

He thinks he’s going to be sick.

Deep breaths, Rowan.

Rowan waited until he was sure he wasn’t going to lose the sandwich he ate on the way home, then left to find Fenrys.

Fenrys will either know what to say or sit with him while he drowns himself in liquor. Either way, Rowan just needs his friend.

Rowan ran from his housing to Fenrys’ classroom on Mistward’s campus and got there just in time to see him flirting with one of his classmates.

“Moonbeam.”

Fenrys looked up at him and grinned. Rowan wasn't sure what his own face looked like, but he could see concern flash through Fenrys’ eyes.

“Hey, Whitethorn, why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Fenrys clapped Rowan on the shoulder, trying to lighten his mood.

“Aelin is pregnant.” Fenrys’ smile faltered, his grip tightened ever so slightly. He looked over his shoulder to tell his classmate he’ll catch up with her later then guided Rowan towards the edge of campus where the bars are. Rowan had never felt more grateful to have a friend like Fenrys.

They made their way to the hole-in-the-wall tavern they found their first week in Wendlyn. The bar food is subpar, but they have a top notch selection of beers on tap. Rowan, however, went straight for three shots of tequila then an old-fashioned to sip. Mixing tequila and whiskey at three in the afternoon probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but Rowan didn’t feel like being smart.

Fenrys waited until Rowan ordered his second old-fashioned before speaking. “So… Aelin is pregnant.” It wasn’t a question, but Rowan nodded. “Wow. Okay, um, how do you feel about that?”

Rowan took a long sip of his drink before answering. “I don’t know man, I haven’t really given myself time to process it. She called to tell me, we fought, we hung up. And now I’m here,” he lifted his glass. Drink. “Gods, I’m also pretty sure we broke up before I left for the program here.”

“What do you mean you’re ‘pretty sure’? Are you together or not? And what on earth did you have to fight about?” Rowan drank for every question Fenrys asked, finishing the glass. His brain was finally getting muddled, his racing thoughts becoming an ugly, incoherent blur. He signaled for another drink.

“I don't know, man. We fought before I left, and I told her we’d talk when I got back to Terrasen. Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean.” Rowan thought drinking with Fenrys would help him, but it actually might be pissing him off instead.

Before Fenrys could pester him some more, he tossed back the old-fashioned in one go, and stood up on shaky legs to leave. “Hey, let me help you get back, dude.”

“No, thanks, you’ve helped enough.” A hurt look flickered across Fenrys’ face, and Rowan felt guilty for a moment. It wasn’t his fault Rowan was in a shit mood, but he couldn’t do anything about it in this state. He made a mental note that he hoped he’ll remember to apologize and have an alcohol-free conversation with him later.

The walk back to his housing was a blur. Rowan had to stop multiple times to settle his stomach, but luckily he made it back without ruining the pristine Wendlyn sidewalks with his vomit. He had hardly sobered by the time he found his building.

Rowan’s feet took him in the opposite direction of his room, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He didn’t care to. Next thing he knew, Remelle opened the door to his incessant knocking for the second time that day. She looked like she was about to yell at him again, so Rowan grabbed the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other and crashed his lips to hers. She didn’t protest.

He pushed her back into her room and slammed the door behind him. He led her towards her bed, clothes flying along the way. When she laid back against her pillows and spread her legs, he didn’t hesitate to climb on top of her and enter her roughly. There was no passion in their coupling, only the urge to release, to forget.

They stayed in bed through dinner, alternating between laying there, panting, and fucking each others’ brains out. It wasn’t until Rowan slid into Remelle for the third time that night that he let himself realize what he was doing--let himself realize that even though he was in bed with Remelle, he was imagining he was with a different blonde across the sea.

He pulled out of her abruptly, much to her dismay, and gathered his clothes. Not bothering to don his shirt, he ran back to his room.

In the privacy of his own quarters, in the silence with his thoughts, Rowan allowed himself to cry.

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After Aelin’s conversation--if she could even call it that--with Rowan yesterday morning, she thought she’d panic. But instead, she felt hollow, alone. She didn’t know what she was supposed to expect. Whatever it was, it wasn’t that.

She’d spent the rest of the day in bed, only getting up when Lysandra forced her to eat something and to take a bath where she stayed for two hours.

She’d wished that her mother was there to tell her what to do next, but then she cried thinking that her parents would never meet their grandchild. Her baby would only know about Evalin and Rhoe through stories, her memories. She’d always thought that if she did one day find herself pregnant, she’d have her mother there to guide her.

But her mother was dead, Rowan couldn’t even speak to her, and Aelin was alone.

Eventually, Lysandra got sick of Aelin’s wallowing, no matter how supportive she was trying to be. Aelin thanked the gods for keeping Lysandra with her. When they had dinner last night, Lysandra suggested she needed to go out and do something to distract herself from the pit Rowan left in her heart.

At the same exact moment, she’d received a text from Chaol asking if she was feeling better.

Lysandra took that as a sign and urged her to reach out and reschedule their coffee date.

So here she was, sitting at a table in UT’s campus coffee shop. Aelin sipped on her lemon-ginger tea--not her favorite, but it helped her stomach--as she waited for Chaol to get out of his class. She couldn’t stop checking her phone for any messages from Rowan, but there were none. Even a quick Instagram search revealed he hadn’t been active since yesterday morning. With a sigh, she silenced her phone and put it in her purse.

After a few minutes of people watching through the window, she spotted Chaol’s tall figure coming from the chemistry building. Aelin waved at him as he entered and watched as he went to order before joining her.

“Aelin! I’m so glad we could meet. You’re feeling better?” He sat down across the table from her, but the table was small and his legs were so long, his knee brushed hers. The subtle touch made her blush, and she tried to keep the color at bay.

She smiled at him. “A little. Enough to be out and about, not enough to scarf down a whole chocolate cake no matter how badly I wanted to.” He laughed and the sound made her heart flip. Damn pregnancy hormones.

“Well, when you feel like you can eat again, I’ll gladly buy one for you.” He moved to grab something from his backpack-- a stack of papers. “I know this is the last thing you’d want to think about right now, but before I forget, these are the notes and everything from the lectures you missed. You still have to make up a lab, but the professor said you have until the end of next week.”

Aelin took the papers and thanked him. She suddenly felt guilty for how sweet he was being to her without knowing the extent of the situation she’s found herself in. She likes Chaol a lot and didn’t feel that it was fair to string him along.

“Can I actually--”

“So, Aelin--” They both spoke then broke off at the same time, chuckling at their synchronicity. “You can go first,” he said.

She released a steadying breath through her nose. “Okay, there was a reason I wanted to meet with you today. I have something to tell you, but I’m not entirely sure how you’ll react.”

“It’s alright, Aelin. You can tell me anything, I won’t judge.” Too sweet. Too damn sweet, this guy.

“Okay,” she repeated. “I- I’m pregnant.”

Aelin watched Chaol as he processed the bomb she just dropped. She noticed his eyes widen ever so slightly, his mouth gaped open. After a few agonizing moments, he shook his head to clear the daze. He was about to reply when the barista called his name to pick up his order.

With an apologetic glance, Chaol stepped away. Aelin closed her eyes, mourning whatever could have happened between the two of them. She opened them when she heard Chaol take his seat across from her once more.

“So, you’re pregnant.”

“I am.”

“And I’m assuming… Rowan is the father.” She nodded apprehensively, knowing his acquaintanceship with Rowan was tense, at best. The two men never clicked. They had only met once last semester when Aelin and Chaol had to work late for an inorganic chemistry lab, and whatever vibes they gave each other were not pleasant. Ever since, she tried to avoid the two of them ever crossing paths again, though Rowan frequently expressed his displeasure whenever she brought up their work in the lab.

“Wow. How are you really feeling then? You’ve been having morning sickness, I take it?” Aelin tried not to show how shocked she was by the genuine concern and automatic acceptance in his voice. Why couldn’t this have been Rowan’s reaction?

Nonetheless, she nodded. “It actually hit me for the first time when we originally planned our coffee date. I went straight to Lysandra’s house to take a test and had it confirmed at the doctor at the end of the week. I think I’m still processing it all, actually.”

“That’s understandable, Aelin, this is huge. And Rowan, does he know? He’s studying abroad in Wendlyn this semester, right?”

Aelin let out a humorless laugh. “Oh yeah. He knows. Not that he cares.”

Chaol narrowed his eyes, likely figuring out how their conversation had gone, but he didn’t pry for more details. Aelin was grateful for that. Grateful for him. “Well, I’m not going anywhere, Aelin. I get it if you’re not looking to date anyone while you figure this out with Rowan, but I still want to be around you.” He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I like you a lot, I have for a while now, in all honesty, but a friendship with you is better than nothing.”

Aelin stared at their joined hands, tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you, Chaol. Your support means more than you know.”

He leaned across the table to kiss her on the cheek, and Aelin couldn’t stop her blush this time. They steered the conversation to other topics, talking endlessly about everything they could think of.

Though Aelin was sad at the thought of what could have been, she felt hope reignite in her chest.

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Grounded

A/N: This is my first venture into the land of Star Wars fic, but the inspo just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here we are. EDIT: Part 2, “Still Grounded” can be found in the masterlist!

Although you two have become close, things get heated after a mission when Poe confronts you for disobeying his order.

Warnings: Kinda bad language and flaring tempers . No spoilers but it takes place after The Last Jedi. I did do a bit of research so hopefully there’s nothing jarringly out of place!

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As your X-wing gently kissed the ground, you could hardly wait to throw open the canopy but your fingers had turned into a fumbling mess. Your body hummed with the adrenaline that flooded your veins, and there wasn't a single part of you that wasn't shaking. Up until the smooth landing, you had kept it under control but...but landing at base changed everything. You were back home. And your mission was officially a success.

The warm but fresh air of Ajan Kill filled your lungs as you hopped out of the cockpit and scrambled to the ground. Your feet hardly seemed to touch the steps, you were just flying into the waiting hands of your fellow pilots who were already roughly patting your back and helmet.

“You did it! I can't believe it!”

“You're crazy! I wish I coulda seen the look on their faces when you raced through all their loading bays like that! Ha!”

“When those First Order bastards showed up, I thought we were done for sure.”

In the chorus of praise and marvelling, it was hard to tell who said what in the group crowding around you. You did notice one face that was missing though...Poe Dameron.

Looking back, you saw one of the ground crew extracting your droid from the back of the ship. “Hey! Hey, careful with him, alright? Everything we got from those guys is sitting in his data banks.”

She absently nodded but was suddenly using both hands to guide the unit to the ground.

Pulling your gloves off and tucking them under your arm, you pushed your helmet back off your head and scruffed your fingers over your hair. As exhilarating as it was to be in the thick of it, it was always nice to peel everything off and let the air dry the pooling sweat. Dropping the gloves in the helmet, you cradled it against your side as you chatted with your peers and waited for your droid.

If any of them knew you were about to face a world of trouble, they didn't breathe a word of it to you.

With your droid at your side and a few of the other pilots trailing behind, you made your way to the communications centre. No one knew exactly what information you had been sent to extract, but that team would know what to do with it. You were already inside when you heard it.

“Y/n!” Poe barked your name so sharply, you nearly jumped out of your flight suit as you turned towards his voice.

Your stomach dropped when you spotted him marching up from a side hall. Not only was the vein on the side of his neck pulsating so violently you could see it from where you stood, but the fury in his eyes was burning a hole right through you. Even his dark curls seemed to bounce with anger from every stomp. When he came closer, he growled, “Tactics room.”

“But I'm taking my droid to commun-”

“Now!”

He didn't even slow as he stormed past you and the others after shooting you a final, withering glare. Swallowing back your sentence, you blinked rapidly and looked down at your droid who was still and watching you. Looking from the droid to the others, your mouth dropped open but you couldn't form words.

“You'd better be following, L/n,” Poe added without glancing back to check.

There was a firm nudge on your arm as one of the pilots muttered under his breath. “I got this, just go.”

Numbly, you hurried to catch up, trying to ignore how your boots suddenly felt like they were lined with weights. The door was still open to the small meeting room as you sat down, but Poe circled back to slam it shut. Snapping your eyes closed, you failed to stop the flinch.

But you managed to keep your voice steady. “Commander, what's going on?”

Spinning back to face you, his eyebrows shot up as he tilted his head your direction. “Oh. So now I'm Commander?”

It was a trap.

You knew it was a trap but, as he stared expectantly at you for an answer, you had no idea how to get out of it. The wince was already on your face when you finally answered. "Yes?"

Nodding, he ran his tongue along the edge of his lip as he hummed an agreement. “Mhmm, great. And so what was I when I ordered you to abort?”

It was a bewildering slap in the face. Your fingers clenched the edge of the helmet in your lap as you forced yourself to stay seated. “Are you serious? That's what this is about? But I got the intel we've been after for weeks! I-”

“You're not answering the question. What was I on that mission, hmm? When I ordered you to abort?” The edges of his calm words vibrated as he paced at the front of the room, pressing his palm to his forehead before letting his arm drop.

“I was right there!”

“So were they!” Lurching forward, he shoved the chair at the head of the table, sending it crashing against the wall as it landed on its side.

Colour pulsated over your vision, and you had to speak over the rushing in your ears. He pulled the plug shortly after the First Order ships showed up and made it clear it wasn't a coincidence. Someone had either sold out the Resistance or gotten careless, but you had already made contact with the informant and were about to start the data transfer. Poe endlessly repeated himself to abort and get out, but you turned down your comm and finished. Apparently he didn't like that...

But dammit, you knew it had been the right thing to do.

“Yeah! They were! That was the risk we all knew we were taking. A risk, by the way, that the informant was taking too. I wasn't about to let all our efforts be in vain when I was already at the drop point.”

His eyes flashed at your defiance as he gripped the edge of the table. “And what good would it have done to download everything into your droid if you were shot down or captured trying to leave, huh? The smarter play, the play I wanted, was to misdirect and try again.”

It was all you could do to stop your eyes from rolling back. Instead, your insides knotted tightly. “Right, and how far back would that have set us? Assuming the informant resurfaced at all. I don't get what your problem is, everything worked out just fine.”

“Just fine? Your joy ride through all of their cargo bays was just fine?” The breathy tone tumbled from his lips as he pushed himself back from the table.

Before you could jump in, he continued his rant, gaining more heat with every word until he was yelling again. “Sure! Fine. And I'm sure people will be just thrilled to try and help us again. I mean, other than the damage you caused their base and the explosions from downed First Order ships giving chase, it was just fine! Never mind the fact that you could have - you should have - died from that stunt alone!”

This was getting ridiculous. You gripped your helmet tighter and steeled yourself against the creeping guilt.

“Maybe I would have crashed if I was anything less than a damn good pilot. But I am a damn...good...pilot,” you said through grit teeth.

“A damn good pilot that can't...no, that refuses to listen!”

“I was right there!”

“Yeah? Well, now you're grounded!” Poe shouted as leaned over the table, loudly pounding it with his gloved fist before shoving his finger your direction to drive the point home.

“What!?” Jumping to your feet and slamming your helmet down, your chair toppled behind you and crashed onto the floor.

Not even batting an eye at your outrage, he moved closer and continued with a raised voice. "Oh, you heard me. We can't afford to lose damn good pilots. Especially not to their own ego.”

Scoffing, you threw your hands up. “So you're grounding me? You're still losing a pilot!”

“Only until you learn to leave your comm on and listen to orders!” The vein in his neck looked ready to burst as his dark eyes bore into yours.

“This is bullshit! I saved the Resistance from weeks of trying to set up a new drop. Maybe from losing this intel altogether! I did good today and you damn well know it!” Heat flooded your face as you shouted. It was all you could do to stop yourself from flying across the table at him.

“And you could have died!”

Smashing your helmet into the table, you pressed on. “You're always coming down on me, but if Ello or Nien had been in my place, they would have done the exact same thing! You telling me you'd ground them too?”

“No.”

“Why n-”

“Because I don't love them!”

Poe froze at his own words, staring at you with wide eyes before shifting his gaze to the side. His chest heaved as he sharply exhaled. “I-I...don't...”

For a moment, the rush in your ears won and all you could hear was your own heartbeat hammering away. All those times...all those moments in the conferences as you hatched plans or the cantina when everyone was relaxing, but you seemed to just stay focused on each other. The laughter, the lingering stares, the way it was just so much easier to talk to him than anyone else at base...it was all real. He felt the connection as strongly as you did, even though neither of you dared to voice it.

And, instead of those feelings coming out in a sweet moment to cherish...they came out in a heated, twisted mess.

“Y-you don't love...them...” You echoed.

Rubbing his hand along the stubble of his chin, he chewed his bottom lip as he looked back at you. His eyes were glued to yours, but he stayed silent.

Your heart fluttered at his stare, but your stomach rolled as a quiet anger continued to needle you. “So you don't....love...them. And...and so I get punished for that? You have feelings and I get punished? How...how is that fair?”

Sighing, he ran his fingers up into his thick curls, giving them a soft tug before resting his hand on the back of his neck. His free hand went to his hip, pushing his jacket back as the fight visibly drained from his body. Soon, his gaze shifted to the floor, although his eyes didn't stay still. He was utterly lost in deep concentration, clearly sifting through his racing thoughts.

The silence stretched out for several moments before he huffed another sigh through his nose. “It's not.”

His soft statement was enough to stop your attack, but frustration still thrummed through your body as you waited for him to at least take your punishment back.

Swallowing heavily, Poe scanned over the room before his gaze settled on the door. Your hands balled into fists. He wouldn't dare...

His eyes quickly darted back to yours before snapping back to the exit. “I have to go.”

Before you could protest, he was out of the room in just a few long strides. Dumbfounded, you stared out the open door, too stunned to call after him.

A growl ripped from your throat as you grabbed your helmet with both hands and smashed it into the table.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

As you lifted the helmet, you saw a small dent in the table's metal surface. Letting out a frustrated grunt, you threw it as hard as you could across the room, dumping your gloves on the floor as it crashed against the chair Poe had turned over.

Grabbing a chair that was still on its feet, you shifted and sank into it as you cupped your head in your propped hands. It was impossible to tear one feeling from another as everything swirled into a muddled mess inside your chest. There was only one thing you knew for sure.

You were grounded.

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blushing-starker · 3 years

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For my Gracie dear. What would I do without you in my life? Merry Christmas darling. @vaguekiwi

"Well, you wouldn't really be in this position if you had accepted my proposal, baby cheeks. In fact, I'm practically drooling over the thought of you saying fuck it and coming to visit with a few surprises beneath that second skin you're rocking." Two sentences, two very different tones of voice, both trying to coax him in. Reprimand and flirt, the only possible courses of action for Wade when it came to them.

"So I guess it's true what they say; chivalry died when you were born, Wade. Every single conversation between us is proof and the world knows it." He grinned as soon as he heard the exaggerated gasps over the landline, always loved these tennis matches with his partner in crime.

Sure, the 'red devil' of Cliffwood often threaded barely subtle, often outlandish innuendos into their interactions and never denied the neighborhood a chance of seeing him draped over Peter, but it was, God forgive him, fun. Exciting and a little thrilling.

And also past their bedtime. So to speak. "I gotta go and I know Wanda likes to cook late. Go help her in the kitchen, Mr Gifted Hands. Vision might give me an A in the next exam if I told him I encouraged you to make his favorite lasagna." It won't happen, obviously. The Maximoffs, because Vision had adopted the name on his second date with Wanda long before their wedding, were usually chaotic neutrals that tried sticking to the right side of the law. Hopefully, Mr Maximoffs' morality would at least allow the man to add a five point bonus on Peter's next physics test.

"Oh, you finally admit my hands are gifted, Mr Parker? How forward of you." If there was one thing that he loved about being friends with the incorrigible Wade Wilson, it was how the man oozed sex like it was nothing. His surety in it, in flirting, in courting and joking made Peter feel at ease. Most people, even those like Mr Rogers with his slightly conservative views, enjoyed Wade's antics because they were harmless.

Most of the time. The guy had slept with two thirds of the town, after all.

"I'm not sleeping with you, Wade. What would Vanessa say of-"

"Please, the woman basically throws me at people in the hopes of watching me sleep with them."

"you being with me before her?"

"..."

Peter squinted at a shiny red nail, worried he'd somehow messed up Morgan's job of decorating him in the Christmas spirit. The lamp next to the couch is a tad dimmer than usual, right, he has to swap the bulbs. He'd completely forgotten in the midst of playing with Morgan and Rocky, baking them brownies, battling the upstairs shower mold, decluttering the toy boxes and throwing something semi appealing for dinner. There was a spare light in the, was it the garage? No, his memory had been reduced to physics laws and the kids' allergies, but Peter's sure he would have noticed. Maybe Morgan had hidden them in the office, Rocky liked chewing on light bulbs so it's not too unlikely

"Shit, Parker, now I'm thinking about that, Jesus. Christ on a bicycle! Hmm? It's nothing, Wanda, just Peter being a brat and a tease."

"Hey, I'm not a brat!"

"Says you. I bet a certain member of the awesome facial hair club could evidence the opposite. Actually, I'll go right over and ask, hey!" The sound of Wade distinctly face planting onto the Maximoffs couch sent Peter into enough hysterics he could barely make out what Wanda was saying.

"I sincerely apologize for the little devil-"

"I'm almost two heads taller than you!"

"that can't seem to mind his manners no matter how many times we try to teach him how to be human."

"It's," God, he's wheezing like a freshman first day of gym with Coulson, "perfectly alright, Miss. I'm the one that should say sorry for keeping him up so late, I know he has chores to do around the house. Lovely Christmas lights, by the way. I think you guys might win the competition again this year."

There's a tiny worm of guilt crawling up his throat; how could he distract Wade when Wanda had her hands full with an energetic baby ready to sprint out of the house at any moment?

"Oh sweet Peter," she drawls out the vowels, like they're honey and she's trying her best to stretch them out, savour them, "you really think so? I thought the yard looked perfect, but Vision insisted on decorating the roof to 'ensure our win against my dear brother in law'. And please, a happy Wade that's finished his teasing for the day is wonderful for us. He cleans faster and doesn't kiss my cheeks as much."

"Wait, you did the roof?" He knew the Maximoff siblings were intense, had witnessed Pietro stabbing flamingos into Clint's lawn just to add some color to his already bright remodeling a weeks ago.

"You haven't seen it? Tell Morguna's father to take you outside to see it while the kids are watching television. That way you can go back with an excuse if you get too nervous with him."

Peter spluttered, ignored the fact his cheeks were flaming, pretended he couldn't hear Wade's howling through the phone. "I don't, I wouldn't, it's not like, I mean. The, the kids will probably sleep early tonight."

"Perfect, you won't have an excuse and he'll finally kiss you. Oh, Vision. Hello, dear, I'm saying goodbye to Peter. That idiot might kiss him tonight."

"Hello? Hello, Peter. I'm very happy for you both; but may I request you kiss after midnight? I'm afraid I made a substantial bet regarding that kiss and was hoping to get Clint back over Banner and Natasha."

Great, he'd died and entered a hell where the only thing he could do was stutter and flush crimson. Typical Parker luck, really.

"SurebyeMrandMrsMaximofflaterWade."

He slammed the phone back on its pedestal, dove into the leather couch and screamed until his throat ached.

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"Daddy? Peter, daddy's here! Don't let him go to our room until we're done with the Christmas card, please!" He yanked his head from under the cushions, scrambled to the door, tripped over Morgan's race car, narrowly avoided the destruction of Rocky's Lego chop shop, hastily stashed a pink apron in the drawers by the door, failed to straighten his sweater (a gift from the kids' grandmother) and took all of ten seconds to fix his hair before opening the door. In the exact moment the owner of the house leaned against it to enter.

There's a second where realization kicked in, worry is splashed over both their faces, he darted forward to help so the man's heart didn't shut down on them right then, said man wanted to preserve such a young, healthy body; they tried to control the damage.

They failed. Spectacularly. Crashed into each other, somehow elbows and knees sunk into bad spots, bone snapped, ligaments wept in pain, a chest became winded, one of them got a black eye and the other a constricted throat. This was, of course, before it started raining and two idiots got drenched while piled up on the front door.

Peter gasped, wasn't sure whether it was better to lie under his dream, his wet fantasy, his goal in life or allow his brain some oxygen.

To be fair, this would only happen the once. He could breathe for the rest of his lonely life.

"Uh, welcome home, Mr Stark. How was work to, today, sir, that's not my thigh." Wade would know. Jesus, Wade would find out Mr Stark touched his dick for the first time and it wasn't even on purpose.

"Kid, I'm so sorry. Here I was wondering if I could give you your Christmas gift without ruining the box and now look at me. Peter, you don't have to come back to work if you don't want to-"

"Wait, you got me a gift, Mr Stark?"

"I will pay you for this whole month, obviously." The man shuffled back, attempted to shakily stand up like a foal and immediately slid down onto the sleek young man.

"Not come back to? Mr, ow, Tony, I'm not going anywhere. Not on Christmas, not ever. Look at me." Don't look at what's between my legs, Peter prayed, don't look at how you are between my legs, don't look.

Tony Stark glanced down, inhaled sharply and snapped his gaze to the au pair's. He may have leaned against what he hoped was his Christmas gift. Maybe.

"I'm not leaving, Mr Stark." The rain kept drizzling into the house, his throat continued to ache, the distance between their two bodies remained the same. But there was something in Mr Stark's eyes now, yes indeed, something Peter had resolutely ignored for the past six months while working with the sweetest family he'd ever known. It was the same something Wade yelled about when talking about his best friend's employer's face as it regarded the au pair.

"I think Wade might kill me if -"

"Rhode's is gonna choke me out if-"

"Are you two gonna kiss or not?"

They risked whiplash to peer right at, or, in Peter's position, upside down at Morgan and Rocky who unflinchingly stared at the ridiculous site their fathers made. Rocky even shook his head the way Tony did when he was disappointed. Little Morgan criss crossed her arms and Peter thought he'd sob because that's just how he taught her.

"We were going to put mistletoe on the door when you came in; we finished the holiday card months ago so that was the one thing left on the to do list."

"Months ago? I helped you two make one last week!"

"Oh yeah, how were you going to hang up mistletoe, daughter mine? There's no nail." A soft thwump over the doorway. It seemed Clint had given Morgan her own bow. And she knew how to use it.

They collected their courage, scraps of reduced pride, some drool and a tiny drop of sweat before turning to the man they'd been waiting for for so long.

"Mr Parker, will you do me the honor of bestowing a kiss upon an old man with creaking bones and heating hair?"

Oh. Oh, this was happening.

"I love your hair and I'll get you a walker that has a cup holder for water and a few pain pills. Mr Stark, will you kiss a kid from Queens who's so into you the red devil of Cliffwood himself doesn't dare sleep with either of us and get in the way?"

"Well, first of all. A walker, really, am I that old. Second, nice call on the pain pills, very good save on the hair. And please. He'd never get in the way of us two-"

"Great, are you gonna kiss me?"

"Why, Mr Parker. Don't mind if I do." It was a soft statement he would otherwise confuse as a plea.

"Fucking finally." That was a bit more of a pained gasp instead of a sigh of relief, but Morgan and Rocky were doing enough sighing for the both of them afterwards.

Afterwards though, when the blood is finally distributed to the right places

"Yeah, I think I broke my wrist and you should get that throat checked. I'll get the car."

"Tony, it's the fifties. I can get the car while you call Bucky to look over the kids. Anyone talks to me and they'll think you had something to do with my throat."

"That is a fantastic idea, sweetheart. Save it for later, maybe raincheck?"

"Get the car, Tony."

"Yep. Come on, you rascals. Help an old man out."

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Wade can't look at Tony without howling, mutters something about a limp wrist while Vanessa sighs and apologizes, compliments Peter on surviving life with a ridiculous best friend by his side. He says it's ok. Wade's his go to guy for whenever Peter has to get his head in the game and his lips on Tony's.

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sweetdreamhellofanight · 3 years

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Something New

Tyler Rust x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 2,272 Summary: you wondered if that was how he always looked, or if something really had changed inside you.

It wasn’t the first time you two had shared a room, or even faced with the dilemma of one bed left, but every time you did, you both found a way to make it work.

But now it was below freezing outside and you both still had a show the next day, so there was nothing left for either of you to do except get to the room and try and get some sleep.

“You can take the bed,” he’d announced as you took the bathroom to change. You’d only nodded, desperate to wash your face and change your clothes. But when you reentered the room, presented with Tyler taking his shirt off, nothing on but sweatpants, your mind stopped working for a moment.

“There’s only one bed,” you said, trying to say something that wasn’t about how good his back looked right now.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling at you as he turned around. “You can have it, I’m good on the floor.”

You sighed, already feeling guilty. But you spoke before you could think,

“Don’t do that, we can share.”

Silence.

Silence as you regretted your words.

Silence as he looked at you, confused, his face slightly red.

Silence as you both realized that you wanted it more than you cared to admit.

“It’s really not a big deal,” he said, trying to laugh it off, “I’ve slept in worse places.”

“So take the bed. It’s a really big bed anyways, we’ll be fine on it. And we’ve got some extra blankets with us anyways so...you know…”

He nodded and you were grateful you didn’t have to say anything else.

He looked like he was considering it, and your heart was racing as you waited for his answer.

If he said yes, did it mean he felt the same? Or was he just tired enough to accept it?

If he said no, did it mean he had none of those feelings for you? Or was he just too polite to act on them?

And you weren’t sure what answer you wanted more. You weren’t sure what you were hoping to hear from him.

“I’ll be fine on the floor, your back’s probably in bad enough shape already,” he said, smiling.

You felt your shoulders drop, watching him lay his blanket on the ground beside the bed,

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” he assured you. Yet you still went to bed unsure, pulling the covers over yourself, it didn’t feel right to leave him on the floor beside you.

He turned off the lights and the two of you settled into your spots, but you couldn’t.

So you shifted yourself, hanging your head over the edge of the bed, letting your hair fall beside you, looking at him,

“Psst,” you whispered.

He smiled, slightly, and opened his eyes to look up at you,

“Get up here,” you said.

His eyes widened, and he began to protest,

“Just share the damn bed, Tyler, it’s okay!” you said, cutting him off.

“You don’t-”

“Shut up,” you said, holding out a hand for him, watching the smile spread across his face,

“You’re not gonna let me sleep, are you?” he teased, sitting up and climbing onto the bed.

“I’m actually doing this to help you sleep, but you can thank me later,” you said, as he settled in beside you.

The bed was big enough and he made sure he didn’t get too close,

“You good?” you asked, turning to look over your shoulder. He laid there, flat on his back, one arm draped over his face, and nodded,

“Better,” he said. You smiled,

“Told you,” you said. He smiled, but said nothing else. You turned your head back, but could feel your body tense beside him.

And maybe it was the fact that it was below freezing, and maybe it was the fact that the room was taking so long to warm up, and maybe it was the fact that something felt different between you and Tyler and had for sometime now.

And you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, but it was something in the way you looked at him and saw something more.

It was a quiet change, it was the way you looked a little longer as he walked away. It was the way his hand brushed against yours as you two walked, side by side, it was the way he sat closer, hugged you tighter, smiled wider.

It was the way you knew you both were trying to keep yourselves together sleeping next to each other.

“Hey Tyler?” you asked, quietly, heart beating faster than it should’ve.

It was possible he was already asleep, and part of you hoped he was. You weren’t even sure what you were going to say.

“Yeah,” he finally said, quietly.

You paused, wracking your brain for something to say.

“Are you still cold?” you settled on.

“Not as much,” he said, yawning. “You?”

You took a deep breath and finally turned over to look at him,

“Yeah,” you replied.

He looked at you through hooded eyelids, a small, soft smile at his lips,

“Want me to call the front desk? Tell them it’s not warming up?” he offered.

You shook your head.

He wasn’t going to.

He only said it to avoid saying what you both were thinking, and you weren’t sure how to ask for it without looking like a fool.

But you took the chance anyways, hoping you were right about your instincts.

“Can I share your blanket?” you asked, nodding to the thick blue and grey blanket he was wrapped up in.

He pulled one arm out from underneath it and reached for you,

“Come on,” he said, smiling at you.

You scooted closer to him as he draped the blanket around you, resting your head closer to him, the two of you facing each other.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded,

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

He smiled, and closed his eyes again.

He was asleep within seconds, the faint sound of his snoring lulling you to sleep.

He wasn’t a stone-faced man. No, quite the opposite, in fact. You’d never seen Tyler without a smile on his face, you’d never seen him as anything but easy going and happy with everything around him. The only time he was ever anything else was in the ring, but that didn’t count.

But now, in the darkened room, a streetlight outside still shining through, his face looked softer with his eyes closed, trying to sleep, and you wondered if that was how he always looked, or if something really had changed inside you.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, or when either of you had moved around, but all you knew was the warmth of his body pressed against you, one leg hooked over yours, and the way his arm wrapped tight around your waist.

Your face was pressed against his chest, bare and solid, rising and falling with his breathing, the fading scent of his cologne making you smile against him.

You stirred, just now aware that it was Tyler you were pressed up against, whose arms around you felt strong and safe, whose body felt perfectly contoured to yours in this moment.

You buried your face deeper into him, as if on instinct, and sighed into him.

You knew you both would wake up soon and pull away, and you knew whatever Tyler’s reaction would be wouldn’t be what you were hoping for.

So you tried to fall back asleep, trying to hold on to this tiniest of moments before the real world came calling.

And it didn’t take long, either. Adjusting yourself ever so slightly, just to let yourself breathe a little easier, made him stir beside you.

It wasn’t immediately clear to him, either, you noticed. At first, his arms tightened around you, and his face nestled into your hair, breathing you in.

You held your breath, waiting for him to pull away.

“Hey,” he said, quietly, pulling his head back just enough to look at you.

You swallowed hard, and looked up at him.

His eyes were barely open, heavy with sleep, still, but smiled softly at you, his hand gently running over your hair.

“Hey,” you replied.

He stretched out, pulling his arms off you and yawning loudly as he sat up

“We should probably head out soon,” he said, turning to grab his phone from his bag.

You laid there, confused, wondering...waiting….

You weren’t sure for what.

Tyler swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood up slowly,

“You wanna shower first?” he offered.

Finally, you sat up, and nodded.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

And still, you waited for something from him.

But all he did was grab his things, getting ready for the day.

So you sighed, deeply and loudly, hoping he would hear you, and went to shower.

***

The rest of the day passed quietly, the two of you going your separate ways at the venue, trying to push it out of your head.

But in the few moments you had to yourself, where you stopped for a second just to think, all you could do was think about the weight of his body pressed against you.

The smell of his chest against your face.

The way his eyes gleamed as they looked down on you in the morning light, his hand smoothing down your hair, the safest you’ve ever felt in anyone’s presence…

And the way he got up as though nothing had happened.

And each time you thought of that, it pulled you out of your thoughts faster than anything else.

You had shared a bed before, but had never woken up in each other’s arms like that, had never seen him look at you like that.

Tyler made everything feel easy, though. He took everything in stride, never dwelling on anything for too long.

You admired it.

But for once you just wanted him to look surprised or confused or act like this was something new.

Because it was something new.

So when he ran up to you after the show, bag already in hand, reaching for yours, you couldn’t help but pull back.

“What’s up?” he asked.

You shook your head,

“I think I’ll get a ride from someone else, tonight,” you said.

“We got the room tonight, too,” he said.

You nodded,

“You can take it. Indi’s letting me crash with her, she’s got a spare bed.”

He looked confused, frowning as you walked past him.

“Hey, wait wait a second,” he said, catching up to you again, falling in step with you as you both made your way into the parking lot. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you lied.

He stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks,

“Hey, look at me,” he said, softly, one finger curled under your chin.

You took a slight step back, trying not to look at him, your heart beating fast.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

You looked up at him, and you knew he was sincere in his question, you knew he really was just that clueless.

You took a deep, shaky breath,

“This morning, we woke up together…” you started. He’d dropped his hand to his side, now, and watched you carefully. “You...I mean we woke up and you were holding me and it was...like that hasn’t happened before, we’ve never done that before and you just...got up, like it was nothing?”

He looked down, nervously shuffling his feet as you spoke.

You sighed.

“Did it?” you asked, finally.

He looked up, confused,

“Did it mean nothing to you? Am I just standing here making a fool of myself or…?”

“No!” he said, quickly. “No, you’re not.”

“So?”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously,

“It meant everything to me,” he said.

He looked as though he were going to continue, but paused.

You waited.

“I have...loved you for so long, sunshine,” he said, looking back at you, “and I don’t know how to tell you. So...when we woke up like that this morning? It’s all I ever wanted, all I ever dreamed about and I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

“So you acted like nothing happened?” you asked.

“Because I thought it would be easier to just act like...like it was normal for us, that maybe...it would, I don’t know. I don’t know what I thought,” he finished, cutting himself off.

“You could’ve said something,” you said.

He laughed,

“I know, I didn’t want you to think that I was trying to come onto you like that. You’re too important to me. I don’t know what I’d do if...if any of this went away.”

And for the first time since you woke up this morning, for the first time since your day began, you finally felt calm.

And you threw your arms around him and hugged him tight, and Tyler wasted no time, either.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and you had never felt more loved, or stupid, in one singular moment.

“I’ve always wanted it to be us,” you said into his shoulder.

“Me too,” he said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, sunshine.”

“We still got that room for tonight?” you asked, pulling your head back, slightly.

He arched an eyebrow at you, as he nodded.

“And the whole night ahead of us,” he added.

“Then what’re we still doing here?” you asked, taking him by the hand, pulling him towards the car.

#nxt fanfiction #tyler rust #tyler rust x reader #my writing #you guys will never believe how long it took me to write this i was trying to get this out while there was still snow on the ground #but instead i'm getting it out in the warmest weather we've had in months #so........take that as you will #****

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Tourniquet - Part 1

Jim Mason x Named Reader/OC

(Jim is in his 20s on this fic. I know most people prefer Y/N or second person, but this one is hard for me to write and hits very close to home, so I gave the reader a name in order for me to feel some distance when writing. It also didn't feel right to wish any of these feelings on "you". Adding it under a Read More because of the possible triggers.)

Summary: While in an appalling rehab hospital, Jim sees another person struggling to deal with life, emotions, and the crushing desire to leave it all behind. She ends up adding a little spark of excitement to his usually mundane day and drawing his interest.

Word Count: 1, 888 (is a baby intro chappy!)

Warnings: SO. MANY. WARNINGS. Please heed the warnings, loves, and don’t read if anything will upset you or make you uncomfortable. If I have missed anything, please let me know so I can add it as soon as possible. Thank you!

Angst, Poor Medical Practices, Rehab Setting, Trauma, Drug Use, Drug Overdose, Withdrawal Symptoms, Suicidal Thoughts, Attempted Suicide, Severe Depression, Self-Harm, Scars, Language, Violence.

Tourniquet - a device which applies pressure to a limb or extremity in order to limit – but not stop – the flow of blood. It may be used in emergencies, in surgery, or in post-operative rehabilitation.

It had been a while since he’d been brought to this place. The plain walls and terribly uncomfortable cot of his room greeted him day after day. Jim had lost count of how many days that had been. He remembered there were at least a couple days where Medina had come to visit and wished him a happy birthday. It should have been a day for them to celebrate together, and instead she was here with him in this awful place.

“I’m so sorry, Medina,” he would whisper as they laid on his cot together, nearly nose to nose. A slight burning sensation tickled his nose every time, but his eyes were too tired to release any more tears. He simply stared at his twin, or through her more like, and let the guilt eat him inside.

“Jim, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you. You’re my best friend, my other half. It’s just you and me, remember?” Medina always pulled him close and whispered comforting words to try and quell the storm inside of him. It just made him hate himself more. She should have been outside, free and living her life, enjoying the waves she loved so much. Of course, that wasn’t something he would ever share with his loving sister. He didn’t know what he would do without her.

Jim was just...confused. His best memories of the place were the days Medina would visit. She would bring magazines and articles on surfing or the places they had talked about visiting someday. Envisioning a life beyond this mundane and monotonous existence always brought him a fleeting joy, but that feeling always left with his sister. It was exhausting to have his emotions swinging back and forth inside of him like a tangled yo-yo. He wanted to see her, to feel happy for even the smallest moment, but was it worth the inevitable and painful crash that followed? The guilt that he was holding his sister back and the fear that she resented him?

“Perhaps we should limit your sister’s visits. We could see if that helps improve your mental state.” The doctor had made the suggestion one day after one of Jim’s episodes following Medina stopping by. He’d bruised his hand and nearly punched a hole in the wall in his frustration as he’d spiraled once again. Jim did not take the suggestion well. Orderlies were called in to restrain him while he cursed out the doctor, screaming that his sister “was all he had left”, and he’d been put under heavy sedation for at least a day until his mind and body were too numb to fight back anymore.

Rehab. A place where he was meant to heal and recover and lose his dependency on drugs and stolen medication. All he found was that they used his problems to load him up with all new drugs and all new problems. Most of his day was spent laying in the same spot on his cot, as close to the wall as possible, and counting the flecks of dirt that had gotten stuck in the paint on the wall. He found it hard to sleep after the episodes requiring sedation. His hands trembled and his heart raced. More often than not, his nights consisted of pacing the short distance of his room and clutched his chest in fear that his heart would burst through his ribcage. He couldn’t breathe and swore he was suffocating, panicking, crying for someone--anyone--to help him and make it stop. Please!

It was a day like any other the first time he saw her. They’d forced him into the common room where some patients played games together or watched whatever sitcom rerun showed on the shitty cable tv. Jim sat by the window, tired, empty eyes staring at the palm leaves swaying in the breeze as he dreamed of the ocean waves he’d surfed with Medina. He wondered if she was out there at that exact moment. His thoughts were interrupted by an unusual silence filling the room. Everyone turned to look at the doorway where a nurse was giving a tour to a slightly smaller young woman. Her hair curtained her face as she stood with her arms wrapped tightly around her middle. A sense of holding the shattering pieces of herself together, most likely. Not once did she look up to see who else was stuck in this place with her.

Jim didn’t blame her. Most of them came and went, only to come back again if they didn’t manage to find the eternal freedom they all chased at some point. Jim knew the mark of defeat she wore so obviously; it was identical to his and everyone else that was forced to be here. “Danger to themselves or others” they called them. Her shoulders tugged her upper body down to the ground, her steps slow and aimless as she shuffled over to sit at the far end of the window. Her legs tucked up to her chest and she shrank into the chair in an attempt to disappear. Jim’s eyes widened at the slow droplets of tears slipping down her cheeks. The dark circles beneath her eyes mirrored his own. She was sedated, too. He wondered what had happened to her, why she was here, and then he noticed the thick gauze bandages wrapped around her wrists. Oh.

Her eyes caught his staring at her forearms, and she quickly tugged the sleeves of her sweater down. He couldn’t tell if the look in her glassy eyes was hurt, embarrassment, or anger. Maybe all of the above. She wasn’t sure either. She curled in on herself and turned sideways to rest her forehead against the window. Her chest rose and fell with the jagged breaths she tried and failed to control. Jim forced his gaze back to the world outside, but the quiet sniffles from the armchair a few rows away brought his eyes back to her. She looked tired. So tired.

And she felt tired. So tired. It hurt to feel her heart beating. Each miserable thump inside of her chest continued to pump blood and forced her to keep breathing when all she wanted was for it to stop. Why couldn’t it just stop?! A soft sob parted her lips, and her distress only made her heart beat stronger. There was no more room for her to hide within herself. The muscles in her body shook for exhaustion and the effort she put into trying to will her body into an implosion. Weren’t the meds supposed to help them feel better? Now the guy across the room was staring at her like he didn’t have the same dead eyes and weight inside his soul. Asshole. Fuck him and his gorgeous crystal eyes that shone like the ocean in the sun.

One of the other patients that had been playing cards came over and sat down in the chair next to her. Her eyes remained glued to the outside, and that didn’t seem to sit well with her visitor. He wanted to know her name, why she was so sad, why she was there. Jim knew the guy, Harry, meant well, but he just didn’t know when to leave things alone and call it quits. It wasn’t going to end well for Harry. You never made someone already on edge feel interrogated and pressured. The biggest mistake came when he reached for her arm to see the bandages peeking out from under her sleeves. She jumped up quickly, ripping her arm out of his grasp, and cradled her arm protectively against her chest again.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Her scream filled the room, and she let loose a right hook that landed on his nose.

“Oh, shit!” Jim’s eyes widened in surprise and an unusually bright smile lit up his face. The crunch of bone on bone let anyone within earshot know the guy’s nose was broken. He crumpled to the floor with a cry, holding a hand to his bleeding face, while she stood and panted over him with panicked eyes. A nurse rushed over quickly and looked between them, and two orderlies came running in. one of them bent to help Harry while the other held the girl firmly by her shoulders to keep her back.

“Samantha! What did you do?” The nurse glared at the young woman, Samantha, who opened and closed her mouth while trying to calm herself enough to form words in her defense. Her arms were wrapped around her middle again, and Jim could see her nails digging into her palms from where he sat. Large, fearful tears trickled down her cheeks as she looked up with wide eyes at the nurse towering over her.

“Harry grabbed her arm. She was just defending herself--I saw it. It looked like it hurt a lot.” Jim decided to help her out. Seeing her knock Harry on his ass had been the best thing he’d seen in months, if not years, and he still had a lazy smirk on his face from replaying it over in his head. Samantha stared at him in confusion. He had no reason to defend her, and yet here he was, trying to get her out of trouble. There had to be some ulterior motive, and that made him dangerous. She shrank back against the burly orderly holding her upper arms, even more so when the nurse reached forward and pulled her hand to move her sleeve up. Small patches of red had begun to blossom on the gauze, and the nurse sighed.

“Thank you, Jim.” The nurse nodded at him and quickly turned her attention back to the girl before her. One orderly was already taking Harry to get cleaned up and away from everyone else. “Come on, Samantha. Let’s get you looked at. You know you won’t be allowed to socialize with others if you can’t control your outbursts.”

“What a fucking loss,” she muttered under her breath.

“Samantha! Language!”

They walked past Jim, and he watched her go. Her eyes were trained on her slippers until she stepped next to him and gave him a sideways glance through her hair. He smiled softly only to be met with a teary glare. Jim lifted his hand in a weak attempt at a salutation. Samantha’s brow furrowed and she quickly turned away. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she owed him for stepping in on her behalf. The orderly pushed her forward and broke their eye contact.

Jim wondered when he would see Samantha again, if she was going to be punished. Samantha hoped she didn’t have to see Jim’s blue tourmaline eyes peering into her ever again. It felt like he could unravel her from the inside out, and she didn’t need any help in that department. She glanced back at him once to see that he was back to looking out window, tired, empty eyes staring at the palm leaves swaying in the breeze as he dreamed of the ocean waves he’d surfed with Medina.

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This one is a bit different and not for Michael. If you’d like to be removed from the taglist for this fic, please let me know!

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#PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS #Jim Mason #Jim Mason Fanfiction #The Tribes of Palos Verdes #My fics #This hit hard and I cried a lot writing this so I'm sorry if it sucks #Jim Mason x Reader #Jim Mason x OC #Felt good to write it out though so yay for self-indulgent angst?#Why yes this fic is titled after my favorite Evanescence song #Listening to Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin while writing this both helped and hurt tremendously

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So I Don’t Forget Again: A Breath of The Wild fanfiction

Entry 99: Lookout Post

We stayed up all night star gazing. His glowing spots were just as memorizing as ever. We read through my journal and his letters. When we got to the part when my mind went to a dark place Sidon simply held me close and said that I at least knew what he would do now. I felt so secure and safe in that moment. So happy. How does he always to this to me? How is it that he always makes me feel so, I don’t know? Any negative feelings or thoughts welding up inside, he doesn’t just make them go away he somehow manages to find the heart of them helps me find a way to change it. Like with my dark thoughts we talked through them, not just ignored them, or my feelings for Daruk and all the others who’ve passed, or my realization that what he pointed out I knew a hundred years ago. We explored and talked through all of them just like that night when I broke down and my conflicting feelings about my past and Mipha came pouring out. He never did anything for me or in my place, he supported me allowing me a greater chance to do it myself. Whenever he speaks of how great I am, that makes me want to do even better! Not just for him but for myself. I feel I have this self-motivated drive that I wouldn’t have if he hadn’t help me kick start it. He doesn’t simply get rid of things he helps to make changes that last. Sidon’s just so amazing. I wish No, what he’s done for me I will do someday for him! I’ll change his life for the better someday! I will be the Sidon to his Link! I try my best but what he does for and to me I can’t truly describe. I can only work towards being the kind of person whom could do the same for others, and for him.

As much as it would have been lovely to stay together longer, I could not just let Sidon stay here. I led him back to where the canyon and desert meet when the sun was rising. Before leaving he gently held my right arm and asked how it was fairing. It was behaving as usual honestly, it was much slower to heal than the rest of me, it still hurts even now honestly. He then closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on mine, asking me to be a little more careful, and to treat my right arm better because it seems to get injured often.

As he started walking away, he stopped, turning to me saying that he wanted to say one last thing. He said that whether I’m a Voe or a Vai I am adorable. He then paused for a moment before that toothy grin took hold on his lips, saying especially when I blush. He put a big emphasis on the ‘especially’ part. Then added that either way it doesn’t change the fact that I’m the greatest person he’s ever met. With that said he left me with a racing heart and my face feeling as hot as the desert in the afternoon. HOW DOES HE DO THIS!? I’M JUST THINKING ABOUT IT AND MY HEART’S RACING AGAIN!

I’m so happy and so scared to see him go. I believe that he should be safe in the domain, but he was with me when I killed the Yiga clan’s leader. They may target him. There are way too many ‘what if’s’ in this situation. Thankfully some Gerudo women agreed to travel with him so at least they have safety in numbers. Oddly enough, though I was worried about the Yiga in that moment I was more worried about how upset Muzu and possibly his father would be. He ran off without saying a word to anyone I believe.

On the way back to Gerudo town we bumped into Vilia. We chatted for a bit about what had happened and about Sidon. She remarked that we seem very close. It was a short chat though. I’m not exactly sure how long it’s been so I wanted to meet with the chief as soon as I could.

When I reached the audience chamber Buliara asked me what took so long, then said that it didn’t matter. The Chief had given me permission to see her in her room if she wasn’t at the audience chamber so not so willingly Buliara led me to the Chief’s room and stood guard at the door.

Chief Riju stood at the edge of a balcony which overlooked the whole town. She told me that she had been waiting for me. I was apologizing when she raised a hand and said that it wasn’t needed, after all, she was the one who requested that I get the helm back. She thanked me for saving that one guard. She then said that I must have noticed that she is a child. She said that people only look on her kindly but that in of itself hurts a little. She’d tried so much to prove to be worthy of her role to her people and herself. When the Thunder Helm was stolen she felt as if a shadow had fallen over her. She then said that my arrival amongst this chaos must have been the work of Lady Urbosa, the Champion of the Gerudo and a chief too. She then placed the helm on. It was a bit big, so she had to hold it up.

That helm… It lay by their sides on a few pillows. They sat on a blanket, looking out at the marvelous view of the night desert from so high up. Princess Zelda had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She said that I certainly gotten there fast. She told me Zelda was out surveying all day. Then she asked if we were getting along. After a few moments she said that it was okay, my silence spoke volumes. She told me that Princess Zelda gets frustrated every time she sees me with the legendary sword on my back. She feels like a failure when it came to her own destiny. She told me to not worry, none of it was my fault. She said that for her whole life the princess had gone through rigorous daily routines to show her dedication, there was even a time when she had passed out in freezing waters trying to gain her spiritual powers. Yet she has nothing to show for it. She said that’s what motivates her to do so much research. She then added that if she were in her place, she’d do the exact same thing. She said the princess was quite special as she placed some stray hairs behind the princess’ ear. She told me to make sure to protect her with my life, it was an honor to do so. She said that the nights here are freezing so it was time to take the princess in. She paused for a moment, smirking before snapping her fingers causing lightning to strike, startling the princess awake. Seeing her reaction, she couldn’t hold in that hearty laughter.

Chief Riju asked if something was wrong for I had been staring for a while. But then said that it didn’t really matter. She asked how it looked on her. I said it was a tad big. Then in that moment it slid off her a little. She swiftly adjusted it and started to speak of Vah Naboris. She said that within the time it took me to get back it’s reach had already grown exponentially. We could both see a massive sandstorm brewing not far off in the distance. The town, and the rest of Hyrule would very soon be in danger. She told me that as chief it was her duty to protect her people and asked me for help. I obviously agreed. She commented on how funny it was that right before such a dangerous battle ‘hearing a simple, confident pledge of support from you would be what puts me at ease.’ Hearing that gave me a kind of joy I hadn’t felt before.

We left for a place called the ‘Lookout Post’ It was near the storm, but not quite caught up in it yet. There was her personal Sandseal, Patricia waiting for us. Sandseals are the creature used as transportation here since horses can’t run on sand. The rider stands on a large shield or something similar. You use straps to control the Sandseal. They swim though in the sand so a person can’t exactly ride on their backs. The plan was for me to shoot at Vah Naboris’ feet with bomb arrows. It draws it’s power from the ground so if we damaged those enough we’d probably get an opening to the inside. Chief Riju controlled the Sandseal and provided protection from the lightning by wearing the helm. The helm can provide some protection to the area around her so by both of us riding on the same shield I should not get hit by lightning.

Before the fight I changed into my Champion’s tunic since it’s my best armor. I at least wore some ruby jewelry since the sun was setting and it was about to get cold. Chief Riju was surprised to see me. She rarely gets to see voe since they’re not allowed in town. Yet though I certainly look different I wasn’t that different. Though I’m a guy I really liked being a woman for a while. Honestly, I’ll probably wear my Gerudo clothing when traveling even though I don’t need to.

We looked out into the storm and could just barely see the Divine Beast lurking within. It was pretty intimidating. When she asked once more if I was sure I was prepared I said of course. She really liked my confidence. She also told me that if I got too injured or struck by lightning even once she promised that we’d retreat to the lookout post. Though we were going into battle she didn’t want us to do anything reckless under any circumstances. It was then that we finally set off.

The wind was ferocious, and with sand being kicked up aiming and firing was nearly impossible. I was only able to get any shots in if we got extremely close. Lightning exploded all around us, and the crashing noises it caused was defining. I had to focus all of my effort into simply drawing my bow let alone shooting. I have no idea what would have happened should Chief Riju not have been there. Vah Naboris quickly became more aggressive, moving faster and making the storm more like a tornado. The Divine Beast even kicked out one of its legs which got me to fall off the shield. The Chief tried to come back for me, but the Sandseal was scared off and she too fell off the shield. It was about to stamp one of its feet on her when I tossed myself holding a Sheikah bomb at it. My head was ringing, and my body felt numb. Thankfully Sheika bombs don’t use fire or gunpower so all that hit me was just the force of the explosion which is much more powerful than a regular bomb arrow, but I had the sand to cushion my fall, so I was relatively fine. I tried explaining that to the chief, but she was furious with me for doing something to dangerous. Though this did not last long because we realized that Vah Naboris was now falling on us. I swiftly took her under my arm and booked it out of there. We just made it in time to not get crushed. The storm quickly subsided, and the lightning had completely stopped. But I knew that like the other Divine Beasts it wouldn’t stay down long so I went searching for an entrance. I told her that it would be best to return to town given the fact that going in there meant you’d have to fight a living nightmare but she refused saying that it’s her duty to protect her people, and if I continued to throw myself into danger then I’d die before appeasing Vah Naboris.

As we found an entrance it was already getting back up on it’s feet. Once we were inside, though our footing was steady we could still feel ourselves bobbing up and down with the Divine Beast which was such a strange feeling. A voice echoed about in my mind leading us to the guidance stone. This beast seemed to be much more open. There were so many places where I could see the outside from inside.

Whenever I had to fight, I had the Chief stay back. At one point she asked that when she was a little older if I could teach her. The Gerudo are known for being amazing warriors but she could be even greater if she could learn more than just the traditional Gerudo style. I wasn’t sure what to say. I believe learning different styles of fighting is important, but… The battle against the Calamity will be unlike anything I’ve faced before in memory, and last I faced it, I failed. So, how was I to say that I would even still be around to teach her? But I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘no’, so I agreed. I just feel awful now.

Each time we took back a terminal I heard confident words of affirmation and praise in my mind.

Soon all that remained was a control panel. Before placing the Sheikah Slate on it I told the chief that she needed to stay close to me. After placing down the slate for a moment I took the chief’s hand and ran as a mucked black and purple mist exploded forth from the control panel, then taking the shape of a disgusting creature wielding a sword and shield. With that same damned bright blue eye. The thing that had killed Urbosa a hundred years ago. It moved so fast it was simply a blur. Next thing I knew I was clutching the chief against my chest as that thing’s sword was swiftly pulled out of my side. I swung at it as much as I could before it disappeared. I was able to jump out of the way of its next attack while still holding the chief. It soon used lightning attacks which thanks to the chief we were unaffected by. It soon threw down metal rods. Lightning bounced across them, using the magnet ability I threw one of the rods at it, electrifying and shocking it. It was then I was able to land the final attack, finishing it off.

I asked her if she was alright to which she said she was, thanks to me. But she was extremely concerned about the wound I had in my side. I told her that as long as I ate something, I’d be fine. I quickly got back to the control panel and apologized to the chief for her having to deal with my body after I fainted. I then placed the slate on the panel. I heard foot falls behind me. She thanked me for freeing Naboris, and her. We could finally do what we set out to a hundred years ago which was a relief since Gerudo have no tolerance for unfinished business. She said that she’s been waiting for so long for me to rush Hyrule Castle, and for her to use Naboris’ full power against the Calamity. She knew how the princess and I both greatly suffered due to the after math of the Champions falling but that just was how things had to happen. No one need carry the blame. She asked me that I make sure that the princess understood that without a single doubt. To tell her to shed any worries. And to let her know that she couldn’t be more proud of her. Then she told me to take good care of her and Hyrule.

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RPDR 13 Episode 1 RuCrap

Hello dear internet! I just started a new page for my first ever RPDR RuCrap so please share and follow and I’ll continue if they catch on! Hope you enjoy!

The lucky 13th season of RuPaul’s Trauma Spectacular launches with the promise of “all new surprises” and a brand new twist that will leave you wondering how you ever sat through a boring old premiere with a coherent intro, climax, and conclusion when you could be enduring a dizzying hour and a half of WOW presents Happy Death Day 3: Covid Edition!

We open up on the trusty trauma center - I mean Werk Room - and the first to enter is NYC’s “Dominican Doll” and human drag lingo See ‘N Say Kandy Muse in an elaborate bejeweled patchwork jean mini dress and MATCHING DENIM BOOMBOX and she immediately informs us that we may know her from the now former Haus of Aja which was recently deconstructed like the pair of Wranglers that Kandy is wearing as fingerless gloves. Kandy is no longer alone in VIP because the befeathered Joey Jay arrives and half-heartedly delivers her intro line. “Filler queen!” We discover that Kandy is likely going to provide our Greek chorus confessional this season and all in a soft smoky eye when she informs us uncultured swine that Joey is wearing the cheapest variety of feather - chicken. Kandy didn’t construct an entire outfit from the remnants section of a Joanne Fabrics and not learn a thing or two about quality, sweetie! Joey is determined to beat viewers to the punchline and immediately clucks around branding herself as “basic” and “filler.” Joey is from the city of Phoenix (and possibly the online University as well) but she’s here to rise like a chicken!

Thunder mysteriously rumbles as RuPaul appears on the digitally enhanced Werk room TV but what could this be?! For all you newbies this is one of the several instances in every season where Ru mixes things up and gives us what we really want: a twist that is equal parts confusing, fucks up the natural order of the competition, and is ultimately unfulfilling! Come on season 13, let’s put a bunch of queer people through even more turmoil in a pandemic! Ru has a surprise but they’ll have to head to the mainstage to get the full story that they’ll be recounting to a mental health professional later!

We’re merely four minutes in and here comes Ru down the runway dressed like a glitterdot jellyfish! Our tour guide on Trauma Island introduces us to the main panel of judges for the season - Disco Morticia Addams and the two human Trapper Keepers who are now separated by glass because for the first time in Drag Race herstory we’re in the middle of a international health crisis, mawma!

Now let’s get down to trauma! Ru explains that the queens will be pairing off to lipsync unexpectedly as they enter! What could possibly go wrong? Well if you’re hoping that someone comes in wearing blades on their feet well just stick around because I have quite the treat for you! Our Dungaree Diva and the Chicken Feather Filler hit the Mainstage looking as confused as Shangela researching CDC protocol on her way to Puerto Vallarta last week. The judges interview our test subjects and immediately bring up the Haus of Aja and Kandy clarifies that she’s now an esteemed member of The Doll Haus along with last season’s ever-gorgeous Dahlia Sinn. I personally prefer not to say that Dahlia was eliminated first but instead that she was season 12’s brocco-leading lady! (Writer’s note: if you’re thinking “there’s a drag show called The Doll Haus in my hometown... is it THAT Doll Haus?!” No, there’s a drag show called The Doll Haus in almost every city in America but now, like with the former Sharon Needles, Kim Chis, and Penny Trations of the world, this one’s been on TV and alas, the others must now rename themselves)! Joey also charms the judges with her plucky demeanor and it’s already time to lipsync feather they like it or not!

Gay anthem Call Me Maybe by Canadian legend Carley Rae Jepson begins and Kandy immediately pushes a fake button on her DENIM BOOMBOX to start the party. Honestly... crown her right there on the spot. We will ALWAYS give points for prop work and the Carrot Top of the Bronx does not disappoint. Both are energetic but it’s The Dutchess of Denim who wins by infusing humor and our feathered friend is given “the Porkchop” but before we can even wrap our head around what this means for the state of the competition we snap back to the Werk Room to meet our next unsuspecting victims!

Now dear reader, this is the part where I’m just going to cut the shit. The set-up they’re selling us is that the losers of these premiere lipsyncs will be eliminated from the show but they are obviously not about to Porkchop half of the cast on day one so just stick with me while we suspend disbelief and go on RuPaul’s Totally Twisted Trauma Adventure as she convinces 6 gay people who just spent upwards of $10,000 on clothing, jewelry, and hair and then meticulously packed it into regulation suitcases to travel here during a pandemic after probably not making any money for the last four months (this was filmed in July) that they are going home on day one! This herstory-making twist, like so many before it, exemplifies the show’s worst qualities: a lack of empathy for its contestants, an underestimation of viewer intelligence and ability to decode heavy-handed editing witchery, and its love for completely dismantling its own format every year for the sake of drama. Whatever keeps the Emmy’s coming, baby! When you’re on the other side of one of these twists you usually feel like you just finished your morning coffee only to find out that the barista gave you decaf. Your mind will be blown when it’s happening but the payoff is usually at the expense of the show’s own legitimacy. With that said... this is the punishment we come to gleefully endure every year and we’re not here to complain, we’re here to watch gay people break down, dammit!

It’s deja Ru all over again as we snap back to the Werk Room where Chicago’s Denali walks in on ice skates and immediately ruins any chance of a deposit return for the bumpy, rented roll-out vinyl floors and declares “Let me break the ice!” She’s wearing the expensive feathers that Joey Jay didn’t spring for. Denali might not be the first ice skater on Drag Race but she’s the one I didn’t watch shit on a dick on Twitter last week so let’s give credit where it’s due. Ugh I wish Trinity the Tuck could block THAT from my memory! Next up is Atlanta’s Lala Ri whose white blazer, body suit, and unteased hair is immediately called basic by an icy Denali in confessional. Denali is confident but we know something that she doesn’t and Lala is wearing a sensible dancing ankle boot not two blades on her feet so let’s see how this turns out!

The lipsync song is “When I Grow Up” by Nicole Scherzinger and her assistants who were accidentally given microphones a few times! Denali struggles to conceal her wayward nipples during some ambitious dance moves and all while in skates but Lala gives us a good old fashioned drag performance and a big finale split unbothered by an elaborate costume and ultimately ices Denali who signs off with “Feeling icy, feeling spicy!” Asking these queens to lipsync upon entering is one thing but asking them to improvise their exit lines 10 minutes in is just cruel!

Denali heads backstage devastated where SURPRISE... Joey Jay is sitting alone in a sad room made of plywood walls featuring a bunch of pictures of first eliminated queens, an ominous “Porkchop Loading Dock” sign, and some cocktail tables with no cocktails (how dreadful).

Before we get the full picture and God for bid our bearings on Mr Charles’ Wild Ride let’s leave this plywood hellscape and jump back into the familiar comfort of the Werk Room’s pixelated neon pink faux brick walls where LA’s modelesque Symone stomps in wearing a dress made of tiny Polaroids of herself. She’s stylish, her energy is fresh, and she’s clearly one to watch. Then dear reader life as we know it changes. A breeze comes through the room and God herself blesses us when living legend and matriarch of the Iman dynasty Tamisha Iman from Atlanta arrives in a pointy-shouldered red power suit and proclaims to us simple townsfolk “Holler at me, I know you know me. Holler at me, I know you know me. Tamisha is here!” The sea parts, the crops are replenished, and all war stops on Earth. On stage Tamisha reveals that she’s been doing drag for 30 years (which seems like a long time to us mere mortals) and that she was originally cast last season but was diagnosed with colon cancer two days later and had to stay home for chemo. The lipsync gods wisely choose The Pleasure Principle by Janet Jackson and Tamisha gives us exact Janet arm choreo while Simone is sultry yet commanding as she shakes her Polaroids. The judges determine that Simone was picture perfect and American hero Tamisha Iman is sent to Porkchop’s Shipping Crate of Horrors to join the nest with the fancy feather option and the chicken feather option.

We begrudgingly crawl back onto RuPaul’s ever-circling carousel of doom and plop back into the workroom where accomplished LA celebrity makeup artist GottMik stomps in wearing a wacky toile dress and a full face of white makeup declaring that it’s “Time to crash the system!” GottMik is Drag Race’s first trans man contestant (and first knowingly cast trans contestant at all) for which we cheer excitedly and then immediately look at our watches because that took too long. Next up Minneapolis’s towering Utica wriggles in with a sneeze and declares “She’s sickening!” which is just the pandemic humor I came here for! Contaminate me, mom! This gay scarecrow is wearing a series of crazy patterns and a big strawberry on her head and the two of them appear to be from the same traveling circus. These two Big Comfy Couch characters slink over to the main stage where Utica explains that her cranial statement fruit symbolizes tackling obstacles because she used to be allergic to strawberries as a kid but she grew out of it. In RuPaul’s heavy universe of heart wrenching struggles that contain chronic illness and societal rejection, Utica’s animated world that suffers only of outgrown childhood strawberry problems is a welcome one. These two lanky rag dolls will be lipsyncing to Rumors by her majesty Lady Lohan of Mykonos and the vibe is instantly wacky. I wouldn’t say that either of them are the next Kennedy Davenport but they did complement each other well on the invisible obstacle course they were both miming through. Utica’s hair flops over her eye, there’s galloping and floor humping, GottMik does a split, there’s elbows and knees aplenty, and all that’s missing is dancing poodles. The judges are tickled by the kookiness of both of these human windsocks but Gotmikk snatches the win. Neither of these two are going to win So You Think You Can Dance but luckily this is RuPaul’s So You Think You Can Trauma so we’re in luck!

Our homosexual Groundhog Day continues back in the Werk Room where we meet NYC’s Rosé who gets the Brita treatment where she’s presented as a legendary New York queen and then the editors quickly get to work making her look delusional. She’s accomplished, confident, and Drag Race’s favorite personality type to dismantle and then trick into returning to All-Stars for a redemption only to dismantle again. Rosé’s fresh-faced foil Olivia Lux enters and lights up the place right away in a velvet pink and yellow gown. She’s a humble NYC newby who has competed in shows hosted by the established Rosé and we already know what’s about to happen here. The lipsync is Exes and Oh’s by Elle King which which was a choice. Olivia strips off her gown to reveal a bodysuit so she can really articulate and Rosé does the world’s least exciting split that looked like me trying unsuccessfully separate wooden chopsticks. Olivia triumphs and Rosé fizzles as she heads to the It Didn’t Werk Room aka Porkchop’s sparsely decorated storage closet to be with the other Have Nots.

We’re almost to the finish line and we limp, slightly disoriented, back to the Werk Room where we meet Tina Burner, another NYC theater kid with the confidence of a thousand Patti LuPones who is dressed like a Ronald McDonald firefighter. What she lacks in nuance she makes up for in nonstop fire puns. Next Chicago’s glamorous Kahmora Hall saunters in glowing and is clearly unimpressed with Tina’s constant Joan Rivers impression but maintains a full pageant smile. No choice but to stan. Our final queen is the refreshingly optimistic Elliott with 2 T’s who busts in wearing a bolero jacket, some red pants from the store, and a short pink wig that screams “Sorry I’m late! Here’s my flash drive! I can go on whenever!” Elliott dances in sing-talking her entrance line like the TGIFriday’s server she is: “I’m the queen you want to see. Elliot with two T’s. Okay! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh! Okay!” Elliot is a dancer from Las Vegas and has the unhinged camp counselor energy of someone with snacks in her purse at all times.

On the Mainstage Tina cycles through the last of her introductory fire puns and tells the judges she was in a boy band which honestly tracks. Tina and Rosé share a similar NYC gotta-get-a-gimmick energy but for some reason production has decided to give Rosé the womp womp edit and Tina the superstar edit. The song is Lady Marmalade because we haven’t been though enough and Kahmora serves subdued sexy glamour, Elliott does the splits, and Tina bobs and weaves between the two with full play-to-the-back-row comedy queen energy. Tina extinguishes the dreams of the other two and RuPaul sends the final two losers to the chokey.

The worst is over (we think) and our frazzled cast of hopefuls finally gets to know eachother in their two very different groups. The winning queens in the Werk Room are celebrating and as blissfully unaware of the doom around them as Miss Vanjie and Silky Ganache at a Puerto Vallarta circuit party during a pandemic. Over in Porkchop’s Junk Drawer the camera looms unnecessarily close to the crestfallen losers’ now disheveled wigs and sweat drenched makeup. Ru’s voice bellows over the speaker to tell this motley crew to get out and then as the last bit of light leaves their weary eyes she checks back in to tell them that she wasn’t serious! Oh good! Finally a moment of mercy for these once hopeful queens on their first day of RuPaul’s Wipeout! She then reveals that the full twist is that she is only going to send one home but they have to vote amongst the group of losers to decide who it is! Yes, that’s correct! This group of broken queens who just met and mostly have never seen eachother perform will now be expected to turn on eachother and give up their last bit of dignity to either grovel or just straight up fight with eachother! This must be what the Donner Party’s last night looked like. The queens look around broken and wounded but still hungry, their eyes barely open, their lacefronts only partially attached to their heads, and start deciding which of their own is about to get consumed. Her highness Tamisha Iman reminds them "Well, I'm the only black girl so don't vote me off” and just like that we are TO BE CONTINUED!

Thus concludes our first headspinning episode that despite being reliably frustrating has once again sucked us in and against our better judgement entertained us to the fullest! As for our 13 queens- you can use code HERSTORY on Talkspace while relaying tonite’s events to a sickening liscensed therapist!

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sand in my shoes ~ Joe Mazzello (song drabble)

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song used as inspiration: dido ~ sand in my shoes

words: 4.2K

approximate reading time: about 20-25 mins

a/n: number five!! it has a couple of time jumps, small scenes instead of one huge, eventful one. this song is so amazing, i love dido (thanks mum), and i love Joe and i love writing about him. i hope you'll enjoy this as much as i did writing it!! feel free to request anything!

The strap of her bag slid down her shoulder just as the door behind her closed with a loud click. (y/n) glanced around, a weird feeling filling up her body. Her eyes moved around the furniture, trying to find out what it was that felt strange, but everything seemed to be just like when she left two weeks earlier.

Suddenly it clicked in her head. That was the weird thing. That it was the exact same.

After everything that happened, in the back of her mind she thought it would change her normal life as well, but it was as if her trip to Kauai never happened. As if it was only a dream.

She left her bag right at the door where it landed next to her suitcase and went straight to the sofa, sitting down and closing her eyes. She could still feel the salty scent of the ocean, the touch of the light breeze that moved across the beach, the perfume he used and his fingers moving on the skin of her arms.

As she layed her head back, she thought back to the events of the past fourteen days, letting her mind imagine that she was still there, not in her plain, stupid flat in Chicago. If she concentrated with all her might, (y/n) could even exclude the constant sound of cars under her window, something that she was usually a hundred percent used to and even found calming after a long day of work, but after such a holiday, it was nothing but annoying.

Tomorrow work starts again, she thought irritably, knowing that all she wanted was just get in her car and drive until she was in New York to find the guy she met on Kauai. She swiftly shook the thought away before it could totally ruin her mood and instead let these new memories fill her mind up again.

- - - - - - fourteen days earlier - - - - - -

(y/n) took a deep breath as her feet kicked away on the sand, already feeling calmer than she had felt in the past three years. It was the first time she got away from Chicago for a real holiday. Whenever she left the city, it was whether work stuff or visiting her family. She felt like it was well-deserved to finally spend two weeks on her own somewhere so far away from home.

The sound of waves crashing in the shore, the feeling of the grains of sand rolling around her naked feet, the wonderful view whichever way she looked at, the fact that she was alone on the beach as she mindlessly strolled around with her shoes in her hand, it was absolutely incredible, more than she ever thought it'd be.

(y/n) felt a smile make its way onto her face, something that rarely happened back in Chicago. At a particularly beautiful spot she stopped and sat down, enjoying the warmth that reached her skin even in the middle spring afternoon. She let out a contented sigh, leaning back on her hands behind her back, closing her eyes to enjoy the peacefulness.

Joe left his hotel room to find some peace and be alone for a while so when the first thing his eyes fell upon was another human being, he felt irritation fill up his chest. He wanted one thing and yet he couldn't have it. But he continued his way, determined to find a place he could fulfill his desire.

As he got closer, his eyes subconsciously travelled back at the person every other second and he started to notice the beauty radiating from her. He instantly felt drawn to her, as if he was attached to the woman with a thread someone was pulling to make him walk closer.

His mind was racing, trying to find a rational sentence to say other than 'I love you, marry me', but the situation got solved without the need of any as he tripped in his own feet at the last moment, only a few metres away from her.

Her eyes snapped open and her body jolted in surprise and he mentally cursed himself for being so clumsy. And I wanted to blow her mind away and ask her out, Joe thought, wanting nothing but to disappear from there.

"Sorry, I didn't wanna startle you," he offered her a small smile, hoping she wouldn't be mad at him.

"It's alright, I just thought no one else was on the beach," the woman smiled back at him.

"Yeah, me too, that's why I got out here in the first place," he chuckled before holding his hand out to her. "I'm Joe by the way."

"(y/n)."

As they shook hands, all he could ponder about was whether he only imagined the sparkle jolting through his palm and fingers or maybe, somehow, there was a chance that she felt it too?

She looked even more beautiful from this close, her (y/e/c) eyes shining in the orange-ish lights of the just starting sunset.

(y/n) felt a bit weird, this man had just came up to her without technically anything to say and now he just stared at her without another word. Should she be worried? But she stayed still, unable to move any muscle in her body as she silently examined him.

He was attractive and charming in a way she had never seen in a man before and suddenly all she wanted was spending more time with him, hearing more of his voice and that precious chuckle she had heard only a little snippet of a few minutes earlier.

"It's getting a bit creepy," she let out a giggle after a couple more seconds had passed, glancing down at their hands still holding each other, or more precisely, his hand holding hers.

Joe immediately let go of her and an embarrassed laugh escaped his lips as he turned his gaze away, hoping to somehow hide the blush that had obviously appeared on his face. Though if he didn't move his eyes, he would've seen the glint in (y/n)'s orbs, who found the way his cheeks turned pink adorable.

"It seems like we're about the only ones here," (y/n) spoke up to try and start a conversation.

"Oh yeah, even in my hotel it seemed like no other guests were there."

"Funny, I always thought this place is crowded all the time."

"Mind if I sit down?" Joe questioned as standing next to her sitting form, just looking down seemed more and more odd as the seconds passed. The girl just patted the sand next to her, smiling up at him, her eyes squinting a bit from the bright sky that framed his face.

They following couple hours flew by as if they were only moments, the conversation flowing unstoppably. They had so much in common that (y/n) couldn't help but wonder in the beginning if the man only pretended to be so similar to her. But his eyes shined with honesty, clear and bright, letting her know that it's just a strange but pleasant accident.

As if fate pushed the two of them close. But if it truly was fate, why did it wait for so long?

(y/n) waited for the right guy all her life, eventually giving up on ever finding him, but now as she was sitting in the sand with Joe, she felt that maybe it was him she was waiting for. Even if they only knew each other for a few hours, they connected as if they were two puzzle pieces.

"Do you maybe wanna get dinner together?" Joe asked out of nowhere and (y/n) felt like fainting, she spent the previous thirty minutes trying to find a reason to ask him the same thing and now she didn't even had to speak these words afraid of being rejected or worse, finding out that he had someone to get dinner with.

The man started to feel more and more worried, misunderstanding her silence and he was just about to take it all back when she finally opened her lips and said yes. The absolute happiness Joe felt was something he had never felt since being a kid.

He stood up and being the gentleman he always had been offered his hand for her to help her up, not letting go even when they started making their way back to civilisation. After a quick glance at the woman, seeing the pink hue of her cheeks, the way her eyes shined and the smile playing on her lips, he knew she was alright with it and from then on he didn't even try to hide how much he enjoyed it.

They found a small and lovely restaurant and ordered some food, their chat still never stopping. They talked about their jobs, their childhood, their dreams and desires.

"What?" (y/n) giggled after raising her glance back up at the man from her just arrived food and saw him stare at her with a weird expression.

He shook his head, his lips curving into an imbecile grin. "Oh don't mind me, just enjoying the view."

(y/n) felt the blood rush to her cheeks from the bold compliment. "Not much to enjoy," she mumbled to the plate in front of her.

"Oh, please," Joe frowned at her with stern eyes. "I have to disagree."

The girl just shook her head, not wanting to get in a debate about such a subject. And of course, it felt amazing to know that the man thought about her this way. Oh, if she was brave enough to tell him how the exact same thing entered her mind whenever she looked at him...

Long story short, their conversation continued, though with more silent spaces when they got back to enjoying their food. (y/n) hadn't felt this great in a pretty long time, it was such a pleasant dinner that she wished she could experience more frequently. She had wonderful company, a funny, smart and caring man, which in her experience was a rare combination.

At the end of the dinner Joe insisted on paying for her meal as well, no matter how hard she tried to reason him out of it.

"I don't really feel like going back to my hotel room this early," Joe spoke up, an unambiguous yet still unspoken suggestion hiding in his words.

"Me neither."

"Would you like to go back to the beach for a little walk?"

(y/n) smiled so brightly at the man that he needed no spoken answer to know what she's thinking. They set off with a slow and fine pace, walking close to each other but still not touching. Comfortable silence filled the air as they let the sound the peaceful waves of the ocean made fill their hearts and souls.

It didn't take long for Joe to position himself closer to the young woman, closer and closer with every step they took until his fingers ever so lightly brushed hers. He waited for a few moments, giving her enough time to turn down his approach. But her fingers didn't move further, and Joe could almost swear that a moment later he felt them press into his for a second.

He decided to take it as a sign and finally moved his hand so their fingers could freely intertwine. The soft skin of her fingertips felt incredible against his much more dehydrated and rough hand. It was almost equal to a luscious caress in his mind whilst from (y/n)'s point of view it was the raggedness tickling her fingers that sent shivers down her spine.

Under the moonlight everything seemed like they were in a real life fairytale or some romantic, cliché movie. The silver lunar light reflected in the deep blue water and gave the wet sand a magical glimmering. It was a heartwarming sight itself but with such company it seemed even more enchanting.

All of a sudden Joe came to a halt, and the light jolt in (y/n)'s hand made her stop as well, looking up at the man questioningly. He was already staring at her, but only the shining of his brown orbs could cross the darkness. The girl opened her mouth to ask him what it was that made him stop but he broke the silence before any word could have left her throat.

"Can I kiss you?"

The abrupt boldness completely took her aback. It was what she was hoping for since the beginning of their acquaintance and now it finally seemed to come true.

"Yes," she replied, her voice unintentionally raspy with anticipation.

Joe's heart fluttered in his chest and he started slowly leaning in. The girl could feel the impatience in her whole body and she hastened the situation with moving her head up towards his face.

Their lips met in the middle, nestling against each other delicately and softly.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Three days later (y/n) raised her arms to rub her eyes sleepily right after waking up. The sharp light made it hard for her to fully open them, she needed some time to get accustomed to it.

When she could finally do so, the first thing her glance met was the man grinning at her from the other side of the bed.

"Good morning," she greeted him, a wide smile making its way to her face.

"Hey," Joe replied before leaning in and pressing a lazy and lingering kiss on her lips.

A few seconds later the girl leant back, the happiness not leaving her cheeks and eyes for a single moment as she sat up, swinging her legs down the edge of the bed to stand up.

"You said my name in your sleep," the man's hoarse morning voice followed her as she slipped her feet inside the hotel slippers. She froze mid-movement, cheeks already burning up in slight embarrassment.

Would he think she was weird or creepy? Was he less serious about this than she was?

"It was adorable," Joe continued and (y/n) let out the breath she didn't even notice holding in.

He crawled closer on the bed and his hand touched her shoulder a moment later, caressing it all the way down to her wrist before grabbing it and bringing it back to his lips to press a loving kiss inside her palm.

(y/n) grinned down at the man before finally standing up to walk into the bathroom to do her morning routine.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

"You're so cute when you pout like that," Joe chuckled, his hand holding the ice cream up in the air where (y/n) couldn't reach it.

"You won't find me so cute if you don't give it to me in the next few seconds," the girl retorted within a second.

Joe laughed even more at the threat, but eventually lowered his arm so she could get to the oh so waited treat. (y/n) happily eyed it before leaning it and licking a stripe along the frozen dessert. He couldn't resist the urge and slightly pushed his hand up, successfully smearing the ice cream on her face.

"Hey!" She exclaimed. "Don't waste it!"

"I'm not," he replied before moving closer and kissing the already melting yet somehow still cold cream off her skin, eventually arriving to her lips. They shared a playful and passionate kiss before continuing their stroll.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The two of them moved around the hotel furniture clumsily, refusing to pull away, instead accepting bumping into every second thing in their way as they tried to reach the bed.

(y/n) felt her feet tripping in what probably was one of the legs of the chair they just passed by, and she almost broke the contact falling back before his strong arms tightened on her waist, probably sensing the upcoming fall, and he held her impossibly close until she could feel the ground securely under her feet again.

During the past week both of them kinda memorised the route in Joe's hotel room from the door to the bed, it was an unspoken decision that they used this room instead of hers, it became a kind of habit in the first few days.

No words were spoken since they shared their first heated kiss of the night and it stayed like that until they were already laying on the bed, Joe pressing small, sloppy kisses on her neck and collarbone before opening his mouth to an almost too quiet to be heard whisper, luckily with his lips right next to the girl's ears so she could actually manage to understand his words. "I'm in love with your body."

(y/n)'s eyes kindled in a new light, a different warmth spreading across her chest as she moved her head to be able to stare the man in the eyes, those beautiful shiny, chocolate brown coloured orbs.

I never want this to end, she thought but said nothing, afraid that Joe didn't feel that way and that it might ruin it all. Whatever this is, it's the best thing in my life.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"I don't want to leave."

(y/n) knew how pathetic she sounded as her teary eyes stared at the ground next to their feet and her shaking voice broke the awkward silence.

Neither of them could find the right words to speak, words that could help causing less damage, words that could make this departure easier. They stood inside the airport, the girl's suitcase between them as they tried to figure out what to do or what to say before she eventually had to step through the gate and leave this island to go back to her average, boring life.

"I know," Joe replied quietly. "I don't want you to go just as much."

The distant sound of a woman's voice coming from a speaker somewhere above them reached their ears, announcing that it was time for her to actually move her legs away from the man.

"So this is the end," she announced and he nodded hesitantly, his eyes fluttering to the side and back to her face.

"Are you sure we can't keep in touch?" He asked. "Maybe we could meet someday."

"I can't make any promises," (y/n) shook her head, flashbacks of her strict and insensitive boss and her constant working coming to her head.

She couldn't afford such an emotional instability this something between them would be. They had different lives, different jobs, living in two cities so far from each other.

He had movies to shoot, Hollywood waiting for him. He travelled between LA, New York, or the other cities he had his movies made, and (y/n) knew that Chicago wasn't high up on that list. Was there any point in chatting, FaceTiming or writing letters, whatever, if they could never meet?

He'd eventually meet another woman, it's inevitable, and it'd be only worse, breaking her heart even more than if they didn't keep in touch in the first place. She told him this already a couple times, and even though he seemed like understanding it and agreeing, he always brought this question back up, making her feel like a heartless monster for not giving them a chance.

Joe sighed, knowing she was right but still not wanting to accept it. He liked her too much to just let her go like this, but she gave no chance for him. He tightened his grip on her hand one last time, wanting to let her know of everything he was feeling.

"If you keep squeezing that hard, you'll break my hand," (y/n) tried to lighten the mood, a weak chuckle escaping her lips. She managed to get his lips curve into a small smile, not the wide, happiness-radiating one that could make her heartbeat fasten any time, but still closer to it than the serious expression that was on his face since they woke up.

Another announcement came, and (y/n) started to pull away, her free hand grabbing the handle of her suitcase.

"Can I kiss you?" Joe couldn't keep it in and let the words leave his lips, the same words he had spoken only fourteen days earlier.

(y/n) let out a small gasp before nodding, letting the man step closer again, closer and closer until the front of their bodies finally touched and he dived in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

"I hope you'll never forget me and our little holiday," he whispered against her lips.

He pulled away and after a small wave of his hand he turned around and walked out of the airport building.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

(y/n) opened her eyes to dim street lights entering her living room. For a moment she just let her eyes roam around her surroundings, taking in the modern but somehow boring greyness of her apartment.

The cold temperature hit her skin, sending a shiver down her spine and she just now realised that she was still wearing the thin shirt she put on that morning back on Kauai, something that proved not to be enough against the cool Chicago weather.

With a sigh leaving her lips she stood up and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush her teeth before she eventually entered her bedroom and fell on her bed to sleep through the night.

Waking up felt miserable. The sleep she got was anything but relaxing. Her dreams were filled with Joe and the events of the past two weeks, making her heartbeat fasten as she was tossing and turning in her bed.

Sleepily she strolled to the kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee and drinking it standing at the exact same spot, staring at the wall mindlessly. When the mug was empty, she placed it in the dishwasher and went back to her room, pulling out the first shirt and elegant pair of pants her fingers touched.

She got dressed and left her apartment still not paying attention to anything around her. Silence filled her mind, no serious thoughts appearing inside as the hours passed by. She survived the day and got back home, eyes falling on the suitcase and backpack standing at the exact same spot she left them the day before when she arrived.

"You gotta do it sometime," (y/n) muttered to herself. "Let's just get it over with now."

With a few groans escaping her she pushed and kicked the bags waiting to be unpacked into her room, and after unzipping the suitcase, she turned it to the side so the clothes inside could fall out to the floor.

She knelt down next to them, and started piling them in two heaps, colourful and white, so she could do the washing easier and faster when she'd find the energy to do so. As she was moodily throwing the pieces of clothing, a piece of paper fell out and slowly floated to the ground a few metres away from her.

Her eyes narrowed and a frown creased her forehead as she stared at it deep in thought. What the hell was that? She clearly remembered not putting any paper in between her clothes. After another moment of pondering she got on her knees and crawled towards the note, picking it up and smoothing it out before sitting back down and letting her eyes move over the words scribbled on it.

"I know that you don't want to keep in touch and/or meet again, but these past two weeks were one of the bests in my entire life and I would really love to see you again. So if there's any chance you'll change your mind sometime, here's my number and address. Yours, Joe"

(y/n) felt a breath hitch in her throat, tears filling her eyes as her finger caressed his name on the paper. Suddenly the things she told him seemed ridiculous, why didn't she give them a chance? Maybe they could make it work out.

Right now, sitting on the floor of her plain, dull room, saying goodbye for good seemed like a terrible idea. And she did it still. Oh, how could she be so stupid?

She swiftly got up, eyes frantically moving around to find her phone as soon as possible. When she caught sight of it, she almost threw herself at it with the newly found determination, flying across the room.

With shaking fingers she unlocked the device and opened her messaging app, carefully but still nervously typing the numbers Joe wrote on the note before texting him the first thing that came to her mind.

Hey, I was thinking a lot and you were right. We should try to keep this going. I had the time of my life with you. Xx

She stood there in nerve-wracking silence for what felt like eternity, though in less than ten minutes her phone beeped, signaling a new message and she let out the breath she was holding in, eyes skimming over his words.

And for the first time in the past 48 hours she felt an honest, real smile form on her face, splitting it in two in happiness.

.::the end::.

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You should do a Poe Dameron x reader fic with prompts 13 & 32!! 💞

authors note : thank you so much for requesting this! i haven’t written in a long time but this was fun, and i really hope you enjoy it too. please let me know your opinion and advice! be kind, pls

character / ship : poe dameron x reader

prompt(s) : 13 - “gosh, i wish i didn’t love you” + 32 - “don’t you dare die on me!”

summary : poe dameron doesn’t have many regrets, but loving you is certainly one of them

word count : 1899

warnings : angst, sadness, character death (maybe bad writing?)

Okay for once you might have to admit, that was a really close call. Your X-Wing barely scraped by a Tie-Fighter, damaging your right wing in the process. You tried to get closer in order to finish the ship off with a clear shot, sadly the other pilot had to have the same idea and you both half-heartedly collided. You were lucky, the TIE-Fighter was sent crashing into one of his colleagues, both exploding on impact. It wasn’t supposed to go this way at all. You and Poe were sent out to investigate a signal that was foreign to the Resistance. ‘This could be a merchant that came off course at worst’. Oh, how utterly wrong you were.

“Are you okay?!”, Poe’s noticeably worried voice rang through the comms while you tried to stabilize your ship. You could almost imagine the frown on his face right now, trying to keep his eyes focused on the threat ahead while his gaze also drifted towards you, making sure you’re still in the sky with him. “Y-yeah I’m okay, no major damage.”, your voice was shaken up, which made Poe shiver. If only you knew how much he hated this : You being a pilot, going on missions, going up against the First Order in combat.

You were always in danger, just like him. The thing is, he could handle himself, that doesn’t mean you couldn’t, seeing you kick some Stormtroopers asses was one of the many reasons Poe fell in love with you in the first place. But he knew what the risks were, he knew he could die any second and he was okay with that. When he signed on to be a pilot for the Resistance he expected to die in a matter of weeks. Yet he didn’t. Thank god for that, otherwise he would’ve never met you. You, the light of his life, the reason he wakes up every morning and fights for a better life. He loved you so, so unbelievably much and yet, sometimes he wishes he didn’t. The image of your X-Wing being shot down has haunted his nightmares often already, it never gets easier.

And again, he woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily. The horrors of his dream made him sit up and look around his room. Okay, he was in his room and not on his ship.. He ran one hand through his locks and buried his face in both seconds later. ‘It felt too real this time.’ After getting up, not without waking BB-8, he quietly left his quarters and walked down the hallway to yours, like he was in a daze. Only the droids confused beeps were heard in the silence of the night. ‘She has to be okay.’

He stood in front of your door for a few seconds before he decided to knock. The sound echoing off the door was so delicate that he was surprised when you opened it a few seconds later. Your blanket was wrapped around your shoulders, your eyes still heavy with sleep while you rubbed them with the back of your hand. “Poe? What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night..” “I know, I know.. I’m sorry if I woke you up.” He prayed that you didn’t see how he admired your sleepy form, wanting nothing more than to just tug you in and hold you forever. “Are you okay? You seem fidgety.” Here’s the thing.. you didn’t know about Poe’s feelings and he very much made sure it stayed that way.

“No, nothing.. just, wanted to see if the lights in your room are working again.”, he smiled sheepishly as he peered into your room. You raised an eyebrow at him before you cracked into a tired smile. “Yup, all lit up..”, you chuckled slightly before a yawn escaped your lips, making the man before you almost cradle you in his arms. You were used to his late-night visits by now, he always found some stupid excuses to knock at your door before dawn. But you never questioned him or his stupid excuses... you didn’t mind, not one bit. Sometimes you even anticipated it before going to sleep. Of course, you’d never let him know, he would only make fun of you!

“Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep.. See you in a few hours.”, his smile only grew wider as you smiled that beautiful smile of yours, the one that reached your eyes and made his heart skip ten beats. You saluted him which only made him stifle his laugh by biting his lip. “Good night, Commander.”

“Night..”

The sounds of weapons firing and TIE-fighters zooming past him brought him back to his senses. BB-8’s beeps also reached your ears. “I’m fine BB, thank you.”

Sudden anger overtook Poe and he was reminded of why he never told you about his feelings. He wanted them to disappear, especially when you both sat in your X-Wings facing danger. He didn’t want to lose you; he couldn’t even think about the pain that would bring him. There was no way these feelings could bloom in a place like this. You were being reckless like this made anger accompany his worry for your safety. But he had to play it down, stay in his lane. The best pilot of the Resistance getting influenced by his feelings? That’s not what he wanted to be known for. Everyone still knew you two were close, but that’s all. Just friends.

“You’ve got to be more careful (Y/N)!”, he was never good at hiding his feelings, totally contradicting his whole plan, and now he was clearly annoyed by your ‘recklessness’. His hostile tone didn’t sit well with you at all. Your heart was racing, you were scared shitless and he got mad at you? Hell no. “Two Fighters are down because of that and I’m fine! Relax.” Maneuvering around the enemies got harder with the anger clouding your mind. “Don’t be so reckless.”, was the only answer you heard from Poe’s side. “Says you! You would always get yourself killed if none of us would step in!” You referred to the multiple times you or other members of the Black Squadron saved him from his stupid actions. Whenever he disobeys the Generals orders and knowingly throws himself head first into danger, you feel like your heart stops every time. You don’t want him to be in danger, not if its avoidable. An offended scoff echoed on the line. Both of you sat there in silence, shooting the enemy when possible and evading their attacks. A deep sigh escaped Poe’s lips, “Gosh, I wish I didn’t love you..”

What did he just say? Your eyes widened; you couldn’t move. Your brain wasn’t able to work around what Poe just said. In that moment you could’ve sworn that the whole galaxy heard your heartbeat. “W-what? Poe what do you-“, your comms went silent simultaneously with a loud crashing in front of Poe.

“No..NO!”

The sight made his blood run cold.

It was your X-Wing, just like in his nightmares. The shot killed your engine and power circuits. Now you were free-falling towards the surface of the planet, but you didn’t see much of the clouds racing past you. The impact of the shot knocked you out cold, maybe it was better this way. Poe’s scream reached no one as he raced after you, not caring one single bit about the First Order, you were more important.

You slowly regained consciousness and forced your eyes opened. A pained groan escaped your lips, the headache you had made you feel like your helmet was squishing your brain. You regained focused and looked ahead - You wish you didn’t.

You raised your arms to shield your head from the upcoming crash, but to no avail. The pain was short, but horrible, before the world around you went dark and quiet again.

Poe had contacted the base, requesting immediate medical help. “Commander, it’s too dangerous for us to send anyone there with the First Order still in the sector.” “That’s the problem? Alright, fine. I’ll take care of it.”, he answered through gritted teeth. He turned his X-Wing around and went after the rest. He shot them down, all of them. They didn’t stand a chance. He would’ve smiled and made a cocky remark for you to roll your eyes at.. but you couldn’t react that way. Instead he blinked away his tears. Why did he say that? Why now? Why not while you were safe and sound on the ground?

“Medical support is on its way, sir.”

His feelings brought him to the exact point he didn’t want to be at; so worried he could puke and the dark thoughts at the back of his head haunting him like in his dreams. ‘What if she’s- no, don’t even think like that. She’ll be fine.’

The flame and smoke erupting from your crashed ship lead him to your position. He landed not far from the crash-site, leaping out of his cockpit and throwing his helmet to the side, almost hitting BB-8 in the process. The little droid rolled after Poe as he made his way closer to your ship. Your cockpit was destroyed, he could see your upper body hanging out of the front. He sucked in a harsh breath, trying to keep his lips from quivering as he went closer, trying to shield himself from the flames. “(Y/N)..” Your flight-suit was dirty and damaged on multiple spots, blood stains all over. Poe didn’t hesitate to get you out of that ship, not even when he felt the fire licking at his skin.

When he got you out and finally held you in his arms, he could barely look at you.

Your face was bloody, you had a wound on your forehead, your nose was bleeding, and your lip was split. That was just noticeable damage. He never wanted to see you like this.

A few steps were all he managed before he collapsed to his knees with you in his arms, the adrenaline wearing off and the reality slowly settling in. He didn’t care about his tears anymore; he didn’t stop them. He never felt pain like this before. Seeing you in this state made his heart ache. His body was shaking as his hand reached up to cup your cheek gently. “(Y/N) please.. please!”, a heavy sob escaped his quivering lips, his grip on you tightening slightly, “Don’t you dare die on me!”

His thoughts started running wild, imagining all the what if’s. What if he told you when the war was over? What if you even..loved him back? What if you die now?

The medical staff arrived and took you from him after he weakly put up a fight. He watched them carry you away, already tending the wounds on the rest of your body that Poe didn’t acknowledge, or rather he couldn’t process them.

He didn’t want this to be real, he should wake up now, right? This is just another nightmare.

BB-8 nudged him slightly, a low beep reaching Poe’s ears. Said man was still on knees, watching the ship take off with you in it. He felt so empty, like all the colour got drained from the world. “This isn’t how it will end.” Fear, denial?

“I never got to tell her everything..”

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