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faebriel · 3 years

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ok ok I'm insane and couldn't pick one so have two (no need to answer both if you don't want to)

“You talk to him.” Not kindly, but he does.

“I’m used to him,” he shoots back. “I’m the only person who is.”

That makes Niki feel something, some uncomfortable tug in her chest. She mentally kicks herself. It’s not jealousy, she reminds herself, because despite the near-cliff jumping and the long nights without food and the nuclear fallout that has punctuated her last few months, being jealous of Tommy would be the least reasonable thing she’s allowed herself to be, maybe ever.

“You don’t believe me,” Tommy says flatly. “You never - eugh.” He cuts himself off with another ragged sigh, running a hand down his face. “Look, Niki, it’s - we were all together in Pogtopia, right? But I was there first. With him. And you didn’t see the start of it, it was horrible, and I’m glad no one else saw the beginning of it either but it was still just so shit and he kept saying all these terrible things about Tubbo and Fundy and you and,” he takes a shaky breath, “then, when I died, I saw him.”

Her breath catches in her throat.

Well, the voice in the back of her head whistles. If you were still wondering about all this afterlife bullshit, if you want to know where you’re going after your third life, here you go.

and

“You didn’t even - this isn’t about L’Manberg, Wilbur!” Niki shouts.

And then he stops, breathing hard, and he looks at Niki the same way he does whenever her voice is being drowned out in a crowd - the way he does when he wants to hear her, when he wants to know what she has to say.

“What else is there?” he asks.

Niki freezes. Stock still, unable to move, unable to breathe, ice threading its way through her gut, her chest, her shoulders, chilled down to the bone. With slow-dawning horror, she can feel hot tears welling up behind her eyes, sitting in her throat, threatening to spill over into a sob. She swallows - to keep her cool, to stay calm, to keep it together -

And then, something in her chest just snaps.

“You said you’d come back for me!” she cries, and her voice hitches on the lump of tears at the back of her throat and god, she sounds absolutely pathetic. Wilbur’s face softens immediately, which somehow just makes her feel even worse. “In Manberg. When Schlatt put me in prison, and you and Tommy were in Pogtopia, you said you’d break me out when it was safe. I waited for weeks , Wilbur. It was… it was horrible.”

“Niki…” a kaleidoscope of emotions flicker across his face, and he seems unsure which to settle on. “We got you out though, right? After the festival.”

“You looked for the button first,” she says quietly, and he stills.

Her sniffling sounds embarrassingly loud against the quiet background of night.

thank you sm!!! i’m gonna put these under the cut because they got a little long sorry (tw for discussion of suicidal ideation)

to preface: tommy is kind of the accidental but incredibly necessary invisible support beam for niki and wilbur’s making amends in bitter. niki cannot accept wilbur’s actions and apology without first acknowledging her own actions and making steps towards an apology, because otherwise it kind of falls flat? in that ending scene niki finally gets what wilbur is feeling and wilbur finally gets that someone else knows how he feels (it’s not perfect 100% yet, but…. that’ll get explored later)

onto the actual snippet! “tommy talks to wilbur - not kindly, but he does” was very important to me! tommy has stuck by wilbur ever since pogtopia, but the tragedy is that he is not equipped to deal with wilbur’s issues, and it shows. wilbur’s first stream after revival depicts this really clearly, where tommy tails wilbur around the whole time but insults him, is still stuck on calling him the villain, physically fights him at some point, etc. on one hand this isn’t healthy but on the other hand tommy is actually around, which is more than can be said for basically any other ally wilbur has had on the dsmp, maybe excluding his dad, who literally killed him lmfao.

this whole issue is exacerbated by the fact that tommy believes that he is the only person who properly understands wilbur, the only person who gets what happened to him, and feels like wilbur is generally his burden to bear. he failed to stop wilbur from both 1. hurting other people and 2. killing himself after the pogtopia-manberg war - and he doesn’t trust wilbur not to do either of those things again, so he’s stuck hovering around wilbur while wilbur is inadvertently setting off his own trauma and feeling responsible for any way he might fuck up and hating that but not wanting to leave. tommy’s memory isn’t perfect and he isn’t a perfect narrator, what he remembers from pogtopia the most were the scariest parts and that’s understandable but it means he’s holding wilbur to the worst expectations of behaviour (and he does so very vocally). the others showed up later, sure, but in tommy’s eyes he’s the only one who saw wilbur’s descent, and by the time they showed up wilbur had already changed irreversably. tommy tries to rationalise this by splitting the ‘different wilburs’ apart from each other in his head (he does this in canon too - there’s one quote from like late 2020 where he says he and tubbo need to keep on going for who wilbur used to be, not who he became, even though they’re,, the same person), and no one challenges that perspective, so he just keeps doing it even though it’s not healthy for him or wilbur.

and then limbo happened and, oh geez, THAT didn’t help jhfaskjjfsa

tommy is on a bit of a knife edge with niki in this fic. niki’s in this state of “ok, he’s annoying whatever, i’m moving on”, but all tommy knows is that she tried to kill him that one time, disappeared off the face of the map, joined a book club with two people who definitely do not like him, and now is just acting weirdly mellow and polite. she is not someone he wants near wilbur bc what the fuck is she gonna do? what is he gonna do? who knows. he’s frustrated that niki doesn’t seem to acknowledge how he’s feeling (especially bc once upon a time she would have been someone he trusted to acknowledge them - they were friends, they fought together) and he’s taking a big step by telling someone about his concerns here, especially bc tommy doesn’t really like talking about them at all. he wouldn’t be saying absolutely anything to niki if he didn’t truly believe she should stay away from wilbur, even if he’s wrong about him. (sometimes i think i write tommy as a little too emotionally mature here but it all goes out the window when wilbur’s brought up. idk if that balances it out)

ok onto niki: this is the first she has actually heard of limbo! she’s only just come around to the fact that resurrection is possible at all. death is kind of a touchy subject for niki both in general and re: wilbur in the fic - she’s coming off of a period in her life where suicidal ideation was, uh, a big thing (whether you want to read that into canon or not is subjective, that’s just the angle i went with in this fic). the sudden existence of a life after death, miserable as it is - and whether she really believes in such a place, when it only exists in tommy and wilbur’s words - that is a lot of information for her to absorb all at once. death is a weird connection point for tommy and niki here, coming right off of the fact that they’ve just acknowledged each other having those problems - tommy, out of, yknow, altruism, would very much like to keep niki out of that place, and niki is quietly reckoning with the fact that that is where she would have sent him. the concept of limbo from the perspective of a character with no experience of it, even secondhand, is so interesting to me like what kind of eldritch location would you feel like you’re living in asghjkl

(also - i gotta be honest the jealousy angle here but mostly when she’s talking later about dream not deserving wilbur’s companionship kinda came out after this post came across my dash while writing. whoops /j)

fun fact, this is the very first snippet of bitter that i ever wrote! all the way back in may!! this is like the moment of the fic - it's where the miscommunication that niki and wilbur have been having is shattered entirely - and so sticking the landing was uhhh kinda important to me lol.

wilbur's entire being in this fic is basically consumed by L'Manberg - he equates his self worth to it entirely. in his eyes, everyone (rightfully) hates him because of what he did to L'Manberg, because L'Manberg was corrupted and he himself with it, etc. niki tries to tell herself this, and while it definitely does form part of her issues with him, it was the betrayal that causes her this much pain - that he seemingly brushed her and their friendship off entirely when he supposedly left her for dead in manberg. because here is what we as the audience know: wilbur couldn’t leave niki in trouble when he heard her life was in danger, even when he was trying to find the button (pretty much the only thing he sees himself as having left at this point) and so he returned. here is what it looks like from niki’s perspective: wilbur told her to wait in manberg until it was safe to come to pogtopia, laid the place with TNT, went to blow up the place, and only returned when he couldn’t find the detonator (and then the first thing she saw him do in pogtopia was encourage the pit behaviour but that’s not what we’re talking about asdfgh). that is massive miscommunication and it’s been brewing between them for months - to make a quirky little reference to the title, niki has been carrying that anger with her so long it's gone bitter. it was never just about l’manberg with niki - not that anger, not her and wilbur’s friendship (hence the little flashback earlier in the fic, bc niki’s relationship to anarchism and statehood or statelessness juxtaposed with her friendships with wilbur and eret - she loves l’manberg bc she loves wilbur, but she loves eret too and those national ties don’t undermine that - is Real Interesting to me) - so when wilbur asks what else there could possibly be (because in his mind, what else could she have bothered staying around for?), she just fucking breaks.

“Niki freezes. Stock still, unable to move, unable to breathe, ice threading its way through her gut...with slow-dawning horror, she can feel hot tears welling up behind her eyes” - prose discussion time! heat and cold are two big throughlines in this fic - particularly for niki, cold is what she is. admittedly when i started with it i mostly wanted to subvert hot = angry and cold = dead but i kinda ended up enjoying this take on it for what it is instead of just as a subversion (also i like the idea of revived people running hot, their bodies r working hard to keep em going). she’s holding onto her feelings and refusing to deal with them, she’s frozen over. descriptions of cold are key to niki’s mental state throughout the fic - cold weight on her chest, feelings of frostbite when she and wilbur hug the first time, ice cold water during the dinner scene, waking up in the cold flat, etc. this was an attempt at describing a more visceral feeling of like, when you’re really mad and you can just feel the adrenaline running through your veins. always felt more cold than hot to me. when she starts to cry, the facade she’s been putting on is finally thawing out and cracking the ice she’s buried her feelings under. (also gives an excuse to write warm comforting hugs towards the end /hj). it’s a loss, it’s catharsis, it’s a whole mess.

and ofc this is all news to wilbur and he feels terrible, because as unintentional as it was, he really really hurt her - because the destruction of l’manberg fucking sucked but above all else wilbur hurt the people he loved because they loved him so much and not in spite of it, because they cared about him so deeply and his death was a massive blow to them. this hasn’t even dawned on him, because how could it? he respects deeply niki (lowkey respects her opinion more than his own at this point) so he has to listen, because it’s niki (“and he looks at Niki the same way he does whenever her voice is being drowned out in a crowd - the way he does when he wants to hear her, when he wants to know what she has to say” - because he does), and what she says fucking floors him. in his eyes, he failed her by putting her in danger and then by destroying her home - the idea that she valued him and their friendship so much flies entirely over his head until this moment, and he is forced to re-evaluate the mindset that has motivated him since… basically since pogtopia! the way i write wilbur is like… yes, he’s one of niki’s closest friends and he’s more aware of her insecurities and issues than most (which is why he does always take the time to listen to her, etc) but he does over-idealise her a bit. tbf, i think he does to some extent with everyone (calling tubbo strong on the anniversary stream, for example). also the fact that he really wasn’t around for niki’s lowest moments as a character! he still thinks of her the way she was in l’manberg - confident, steadfast, respected - and this moment shatters that for him as he realises exactly what effect he and his death had on her and everyone else, not just by his actions, but because they loved him and cared for him so deeply.

sorry that this got horrifically long!! and thank you so much for sending snippets in <3333

#ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK TWO WEEKS. LMFAO #asks #thespoonisvictory #dvd commentary #< i have successfully coerced a discord server into doing the dvd commentary on a regular basis and it is the BEST thing

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strawberrylemonz · 3 years

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January 20, 2021 - DSMP

Here is my review of what happened on today’s stream! Keep in mind that I was only watching Tommy’s POV, but will be analyzing any other viewpoints that I come across (Mainly Tubbo’s)

I’m going to be honest with everyone, I was unsure as to whether not any of our boys would make it out alive. I went into the stream preparing the worst.

Tommy and Tubbo talking each other up, preparing to leave made me feel all kinds of thing. Like I stated earlier, I was prepared for the two to end their adventure today. I vibed with them when they walked down the prime path, and froze up when I saw the first person in line. I’m not ashamed to say that I nearly sobbed when I saw everyone line up to say their goodbyes to the boys (I’m sensitive, shut up).

The way Sam kept giving them stuff??? Loved that

The way Tommy and Quackity’s voices quivered when they spoke to each other? Punch to the heart?

Tommy telling Eret that she was always the true king??? YES!!! POP OFF!!!

The entire trip to where Dream was both made me happy and broke my heart. Here, we saw these boys, children forced to grow up quickly to be used by those they trusted, do their best to be kids for a moment. They were kids for, what they believed, could be the last time. They had their serious moments where Tommy kept reminding Tubbo that it was okay to not feel okay about the situation. Where Tommy didn’t want Tubbo to hide his inner thoughts from him just to try and make him feel better. The moment that they watched the sun together made me all sentimental and shit. Tommy preparing to die and have Tubbo leave and tell his story broke me.

“Why did you tell me to bring Tubbo?”

“Because, it’s always been you and Tubbo against me, remember? Ever since the beginning, Tommy and Tubbo against Dream” (paraphrasing)

I actually got hyped up when Tommy got the disc. It reminded me of Tommy’s clutch the time he dropped the disc down to Tubbo and knocked Dream off the tower using only planks. I had let my hope for them grow. And then I had my heart broken.

Dream using Tubbo against Tommy was something that I expected would happen, but I still wasn’t prepared for it to actually happen. I don’t think I’ll easily forget about how Tommy gave up the disc to Dream, even when Tubbo begged for Tommy to keep the disc and go. My heart nearly dropped to my stomach when I saw Dream break that first dirt block. It dropped when he told the boys to put their armor in the hole.

I have to admit, I was kinda confused that the homeless man had an evil lair and not a home, but pop off I guess??? The elevator was pretty cool, ngl

When I saw the two discs on the floor, I thought, “Bitch, you better be polishing this fucking floor every 30 minutes. Disrespect Nicki Minaj? What?” My second thought was, “why tf did you make two giant ass shrines for these discs??? Didn’t even center them, wtf dude.”

When Dream was monologuing and showing off the stolen goods and pets (and Skeppy) he stole from everyone, I knew he was on something. Him calling Tommy the key confirmed that Dream was overthinking everything and seeing things in places they didn’t belong. Did Tommy initially bring these bonds? Bring all the things Dream said he did? Yeah, I’ll admit it, he did. But it was the people in the server that kept that going, kept it alive. If not Tommy, someone else would have started that chain. The way Tommy look horrified and uttered with a horrific tone, “how do you not hurt?” when Dream mentioned how he cut off all his attachments was hnnnnnnnn

Tubbo actively trying to protect Tommy from going to prison while Tommy was actively trying to protect Tubbo from permanently dying was-

Man

Man, that broke my heart.

“You wanna be the hero of this server? Every hero has an origin story. Batman had his parents, Spider-Man had Uncle Ben. You have Tubbo.”

The look of complete horror/terror that came across Tommy’s face the instant those words were spoken. He genuinely looked scared. He kept trying to defend Tubbo, despite Dream repeating how defenseless Tommy was against him. Dream telling the boys to say their good byes hurt me in more ways that I can describe. Tommy was panicking, actively trying to come up with ways to get Tubbo out of there, no matter the cost or price that he had to pay. Tubbo telling him that it was okay, everything would be okay, he would be okay. The way Tommy was desperate to hold onto his best friend, his Tubbo, whilst saying, “You can’t be okay with this! Why are you okay with this?”

My heart nearly stopped for a second the moment Tubbo said “goodbye, Tommy”

My mind flashed back to Tubbo saying those exact words whilst exiling Tommy, his best friend, for the sake of everyone being safe. Now, here he was again, saying those exact words to the exact same person. The only difference? He wasn’t sacrificing his best friend for the sake of everyone and Dream. No, he was sacrificing himself for the sake of his best friend, his only true friend, Tommy.

“Get away from them”

“Punz?”

“I’m sorry Dream, but you should have paid me more.”

Literal chills. I cannot. It’s the “On your left” of the DSMP. The way everyone came through the portal to line up against this tyrant that manipulated them all. The way I imagined everyone coming through to see this decked out dude with a god complex about to murder a bloody and bruised child, said child’s best friend (also bloody and bruised) was watching, begging to have his friend spared. Imagining how they saw the tear streaks down the boys’ messed up faces as they accepted their fates. As they saw their fear turn to hope as Tommy got Tubbo behind them for safety. How Tommy entrusted them to keep Tubbo safe. How they all came, decked out, to defend these two children.

How Quackity came in nothing but his yeezys because he just fucking knew that Dream wouldn’t put up a fight. The way Dream was so confident that he had power over everyone because he rid himself of his bonds towards objects and friends, only for that to be his downfall. The way Sapnap, Dream’s old friend, his buddy, was the one to give Tommy the pickaxe. The way Puffy was there to protect the two boys she renounced his duckling title for (and the nation).

The way Tommy dug a hole, without any protection or weapons, and had Dream throw his stuff in. The way he didn’t blow any of Dreams shit up, like he had happen to himself, and, instead, used Dream’s things to protect Tubbo and everyone else. The way Tommy took away Dream’s first two lives, paralleling the times Dream took Tommy’s two lives. The way Tommy boxed him in, like Tubbo was at the festival, and the way Tubbo held a bow to Dream. The way Tommy screamed at Dream to tell everyone what he had done. How Dream was the one to blow up the community house. How Dream tormented the poor boy in exile. The way Tommy didn’t spare him because he liked him, or wanted to play mind games with him. No, Tommy spared him because he had a chance to get his brother back, his family.

“Let’s make Wilbur proud. SUCK IT GREEN BOY!!!!”

“SUCK IT GREEN BOY!!!!”

The way the boys sincerely thanked everyone for showing up, fully knowing that they didn’t have to do shit. The way that Tommy said to go to Tubbo’s vc, obviously warming Tubbo’s heart. The way they made it to bench, and finally had a chance to breathe. How they could sit their, listen to their discs, and be kids again. No wars, no going against Dream, nothing. They could just be Tommy and Tubbo, like it’s always been since the beginning.

Then Wilbur fishfucking Soot had to crash the moment like the older brother he was, lmaooooo.

“You didn’t die”

“Ghostbur?”

“I’m not Ghostbur.”

I sucked in a breath, not knowing how the interaction was going to go. Was Wilbur still in the mindset he was whilst blowing up the nation he and his younger brother created? Was he in a mindset before that? Was he sane?

I must admit, their bickering match, along with Tubbo’s dancing, made me realize how much I missed their dynamic. I realized how much I missed Wilbur being in the picture. (Tommy whispering to Tubbo how he liked Ghostbur was hilarious)

Wilbur complaining about being stuck with Schlatt in the afterlife was hilarious. Wilbur admitting that he was preparing, waiting, for Tommy, his younger brother, to join him in the afterlife had me gripping my plushies. Wilbur telling Tommy that he’s proud of him put a sledgehammer into my fragile dam.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

THEY. ARE. BROTHERS!!!!

It was just so refreshing to see these two get the happy ending they deserved in this arc. The pain and suffering these two children went through at the expense of others, how they were forced to grow up quickly because of their situations, all of that was finally pushed towards the path of recovery. And although they’ve been through hell and back, it’s still them. Although the future will be hard for them, throwing more trials and difficult choices, they know that they’ll make it out, because that how it’s always been. And if their strengthen bond after today can tell them anything, it’s that it’ll always be like that.

It’s always been Tommy and Tubbo.

What I want/what I predict

FOR GEORGE TO BE AWAKE FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Everyone complimenting Niki on her new fit better fucking happen, I will manifest it

Dream will use his favor from Techno to break out of prison

Connor playing a bigger role in the SMP

Foolish revealing that they don’t need Dream alive (hopefully)

Ghostbur to say a proper goodbye before Wilbur is revived

GLATT

GLATTBUR

SBI reunion with every alive for more than five fucking minutes

Wilbur ignoring his dad Phil and zooming over to little brother Tommy so that he can hug him and tell him that he’s safe now and that he’s so proud of him

THERAPY ARC!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYONE LOVELY, PLEASE

JUST GET EVERYONE INSIDE THE THERAPY GROUP SECTION AND TALK ABOUT THEIR TRAUMA AND FEELINGS SO THEY CAN ALL CLEAR UP THEIR MISUNDERSTANDINGS!!!!!

The egg will start to negatively affect people, causing those not affected to fear for their home and friends

SBI + TUBBO AND RANBOO VS EGGPIRE????? POG?????

Tubbo nuking L’manhole to get rid of the spreading red

Techno/Phil to come to an understanding with Tommy; vice versa

Those unaffected teaming up to safe those affected

Someone (preferably Ranboo) unintentionally activating the End Portal lmao

The rest of the SBI + Tubbo saving Tommy from being murdered by Jack and Niki

Jack and Niki learning that killing the child is not the fucking answer to their problems (If it didn’t work for William Afton, it won't work for y’all. Stop trying to be the man behind the slaughter)

Techno and Tommy rebuilding their trust and friendship with each other

Tommy giving Techno the Axe of Peace

Sam being influenced by the egg and becomes corrupted

Ranboo being free??? Pog???? Pog

Puffy and Niki having a one-to-one conversation about their personal opinions and goals

Puffy visiting Dream whilst he sits in his cell

Skeppy and Bad to be okay again :(

Everyone infected to be okay again :(

Tommy bonding with Eret

Big Q continuing to hold Clingy Duo close to him

Schlatt coming back but instead of trying to run for president and mess with everyone, he’s just everyone’s drunk uncle that somehow gives wise advice to every situation

Wilbur coming back but he’s that angry older cousin that only allows the favorite family members(Tommy)/friends to stay in his room

GIVE ME MEXICAN DREAM AND GIRL DREAM!!! ONLY HETERO RELATIONSHIP I SEE THAT IS BEYOND POGGERS

Lani and Drista to make a comeback at the same time

Tommy meeting more family members

The kids being able to be kids

Lani selling yeezy

Drista w/ bedrock

Drista laughing at Dream’s imprisonment

Everyone finding peace within each other’s chaos and living in harmony

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 4 years

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hey could you write a Bakugou x reader where the reader is 6 months pregnant with their 4th child other 3 kids are boys & reader is having a girl He is away doing prohero work all the time and is never home reader is upset about this about tell him about this but he don't listen &1 night he comes back home to find the house half open & he finds his family beat/tied up he cries but its a dream & he wakes up finds his family safe & take time off of work for a while yk know an angst/fluff story thx

A/N : omggg yes ofc! Thank you SO much for requesting <3

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Being a mother was a massive responsiblity. You knew this, and you had greatly prepared yourself even during your first pregnancy, let alone your 4th child, however the sheer amount of stress was getting to you.

Your younger sons were a little too energetic. It wasn’t a bad thing for them, being willing to go out and explore during your childhood, however for one adult who was taking care of 3 children and another one in her stomache practically by yourself, it was seriously taking the toll.

You had been worn down to your very bone, sobbing on the corner of your bed as you waited for your husband to come back home. It was already late into the night, having tucked your sons into bed hours before. Of course being a pro hero was extremely demanding, long hours wasn’t normally a problem, however you were around close to your due date and despite this your husband was home for literally 5 hours a day.

The door clicked open after twenty or so minutes, causing you to sit up and put the book down beside you on the table, standing up and slowly walking towards the shuffling noises by the living room.

“Katsuki?” you called out, leaning against the wall as you watched the lights flicker on, your husband sending you a tired smile as he loosened his tie. “Hey darling, what are you doing up so late?” he asked, picking up his bags and guiding you back towards the bedroom.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” you answered, sitting back down as he began shrugging off his blazer.

“You could’ve waited until tomorrow morning.”

“You probably would’ve been gone by then.” you muttered under your breath.

He turned to raise an eyebrow at you. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” you shook your head. He gave you a slight look before nodding for you to continue.

“It’s just that you’re never home and the kids are practically growing up without a father at this point.”

“I don’t understand, is the nanny don’t doing a good job? Do I need to fire them?” he scowled at the thought.

“No it’s not that. They don’t need all of these strangers taking care of them Katsuki, they need their dad.”

“I’m always here for them.” he replied, earning a defeated sigh from you.

“Here for them?” you asked, giving him a confused look. “How so? You’re away from home nearly 24/7, we haven’t had a meal together as a family in months Katsuki, it’s like you don’t even live here. The boys are always asking about you, and what am I meant to reply to that? Sorry sweetie you’re dad’s busy at work.”

“Well yeah-”

“No. Not ‘well yeah’ because they’re sick of hearing that. They might be young but they sure aren’t stupid enough to not even notice that you set foot in this house for like twenty seconds a day.”

“Darling-” He was cut off with the ringing of his phone, sending you a pleading look as you responded with a glare.

“Go on and take it, I’m going to bed.” you stated, turning away to walk to the bathroom as you heard him sigh and answer his call.

~~~

The arguement had been weighing on Bakugou’s conscious throughout the entire day, causing him to nearly trip over the pavement as he screamed at anyone who laughed at him.

His friends and colleagues had quickly picked up on his easily irritable mood that day and they didn’t know how to help, instead pushing Bakugou to go home early and spend the rest of the day off.

He had arrived back at your apartment, a small smile at your surprise at him returning home so early. He had listened to you, granted it was more of his friends pushing him back home, but you had requested him to stop spending too much time at work and here was complying.

Maybe he would see you in an apron cooking or baking for the boys as they ran around in the living room or sat and watched a hero movie together on the couch. The ideas caused him to grin, a small pang in his heart as he realised how much time he had truely spent away from his family.

He had missed so many important moments in his son’s lives for what? An amazing reputation at his company? Sure his goal was still to be the number one hero, but it wasn’t as if that spot would suddenly run away from him. He was still relatively young, and such a title wouldn’t just be suddenly ripped out of hi reach, granted as he was already in the top five. However his sons were growing and his poor decisions can caused him to miss his boys’ childhoods, something he realised he incredibly regretted.

He listened out for your voice asking who was at the door, or the sounds of his sons laughing, yet the home is in a deathly silence, his footsteps echoing throughout the rooms as nothing else sounds.

“Darling?” he called out, his voice gruff and surprised, as he slowly made his way through the home. “Y/N?” he shouted, growing more impatient as he stormed down the small corridor.

“Y/-” his shouts completely stopped as he opened the bedroom door to you lying on the floor, arms bound behind your back and body limp. “Y-Y/N?” he called out, dropping to him knees and cradling your head as you remained unresponsive.

“Y/N.” he repeated over and over again, shaking your shoulder slightly before attempting cpr. “What about our sons?” he asked, of course recieving no reply. His heart quickened tenfold and he looked around the room for his sons, catching sight of them too tied up and unconscious on the floor.

“No no no no.” he shouted, feeling his heart wrench with sorrow as his voice cracked into sobs. “Wake up Y/N.” he screamed, tears streaming down his face as he spun around trying to find anything in the room to help.

He felt himself shaking, a force on his shoulder as his body uncontrollably moved.

“Katsuki!” you shouted, snapping him awake as he sat up gasping, looking around frantically before wrapping you tightly in a hug.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “You haven’t had a nightmare in a good few years.”

“I... I thought I lost you, and our sons. I thought I lost all of you.”

“Well you haven’t.” you reassured him, stroking his back as he rested his head on the crook of your shoulder, his body still trembling. “We’re still here.”

He lifted up his head to look at you and you pulled his face in close, softly kissing him on the forehead.

“Get some sleep sweetie. We’re not leaving you I promise.”

He slowly nodded, still unsure, feeling that the sense of dread still remained. “I’ll call into work tomorrow and take a few weeks off.”

“A few weeks?” you questioned, unsure. “Was this about eariler, I’m sure we could work something out with your schedule.”

“No, I’m going to take some time to spend it with the people I love the most.” he stated.

You left a soft kiss on his nose before gently pushing him back, resting his head on the pillow. “Alright sweetie, we can worry about that in the morning alright?”

“Sleep well.” you smiled.

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sneakybunyip · 3 years

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I have a mandalorian prompt if you take them.... 🥺👉👈 I have looked everywhere but I can only find a few...I really want a story where Mand'alor Din finds his birth parents alive. Can you imagine their amazement, their son... who they haven't seen since he was little... now an undefeated warrior and a king of an entire creed, of an entire planet AND has a jedi son to boot!I really want more stories like this

Reunion (1300 words)

Din feels too small in the throne room that’s supposed to be his.

Din feels too big for the throne itself. It’s clearly made for slighter form than his.

He’s sitting on his cape. It’s uncomfortable. He tugs at it and finds its caught on his belt. He leaves it alone, letting it gently tug at his neck while he shifts around trying to find a comfortable position.

Grogu sits in the middle of the carpeted rug leading from the double-doors to Din’s new throne, acting like its a runway for his toy star cruisers. His burbling fill the empty space, joyful confetti that raises to the high ceilings.

Din smiles under his helmet.

He has kept the helmet on since he landed on Mandalore, awkwardly holding out the dark saber that no one would take from him and that he didn’t want.

He kept telling them he didn’t want this life. Not for him. Not for his kid. Instead, they put him in this throne room, told him to take all the time he needed to get used to the idea...and here is where he would sit.

Forever probably, because I will never be used to this idea.

He turns the saber on. It hisses in his hand like a viper denouncing Din’s new title as strongly as Din. He cuts the air, watching the dark light streak with deadly ethereal grace.

“Not bad, I guess,” he murmurs to himself. He prefers a blaster, or his pike, or literally anything else, but...

Grogu’s watching him.

Grogu’s smiling...wide.

“No,” Din says, knowing what that smile means.

Grogu lets the star fighters floating all around him drop suddenly and he shoots a clawed hand out towards Din. The saber rattles in Din’s hand. His grip tightens.

“Hey,” Din growls. “Knock it off, ya lil womp rat!”

“Brrrp fwa!!” Grogu’s ears lower and he squints.

No, you! He says. Or rather that’s what Din can feel in his mind. Din’s thankful Luke was tutoring Grogu here instead of a temple. He’s also thankful he taught Grogu how to communicate, if only to confirm what Din already suspects about the kid: He’s as stubborn as a reek in a rainstorm.

Suddenly Grogu’s hand drops. His head whips towards the door.

“Huh? What is it, kid?”

He feels Grogu broadcast his feelings to Din.

Family. Grogu said. Family back.

Din stands up, walking towards the double-doors, picking up Grogu on the way.

His heart sinks selfishly. “What do you mean? Your family?”

No. Yours.

“No,” Din says, almost too fiercely, too sharply. Grogu’s ears lower. “Sorry, kid, I don’t mean...it’s just...They’re gone. You’re my family.”

Din halts before opening the door, seeing a pair of shadows on the other side of the door. He hears whispering through the amplifier in his helmet.

“If he’s really here, we should wait until he comes out,” a feminine voice whispers.

“If he’s really in there, do you really want to wait another second to see him?” a deeper voice responds.

Din’s hand goes to the one of the door knobs, but his hand is shaking so badly he can’t bring himself to grasp it. He takes a step back.

Grogu lets out a gentle coo, then lifts both his hands as the doors fly open on his command, revealing the visitors on the other side.

Ice hits his veins...

Shock frays his nerves...

His heart which had been shattered for decades start to sweep itself back into a neat pile and begin the arduous task of repairing itself.

“Is it you?”

The question is asked by three people simultaneously: Din Djarin...Lupita Djarin...and Paolo Djarin...

“...Mom?...Dad?...”

Grogu lets out a sharp chuff and Din realizes his helmet is still on, a dark saber still in his hand. He quickly shoves the saber away and rips his helmet off faster than he’s ever wanted to. It falls with a heavy thud on the carpet.

Beneath the helmet is a scruffy-faced man who has lived too many lifetimes in thirty some odd years he’s existed. And yet, at the same time, he looks like a frightened boy who watched his parents die at the hands of battle droids, and now, with large, soulful eyes, wants so very desperately to believe they somehow survived the attack.

Truly it doesn’t sink in until Lupita and Paolo run towards him. They ignore the discomfort of hard beskar, heavily-armed holsters and a thick belt full of grenades and gadgets. They throw their arms around their son and he embraces them back, just as Grogu climbs onto his back so he’s not crushed by the affections.

“How...” his voice breaks.

“Your Jedi friend found us,” Lupita’s hair is more gray than black, but the ringlets tumble over her shoulders just as he always remembered them. Her nose wrinkles in that familiar way as she smiles brightly through shimmering tears. “He said the Force guided him there and so the Force would guide us back to you.”

“Luke did this?”

Paolo runs a hand through Din’s hair and Din realizes immediately his dad is fussing with it as he would every day before school. Din’s hair is always unruly, the helmet had nothing to do with it. And ironically, he inherited this from his father.

Paolo’s hair is as still dark as he remembers, but the bionic replacement eye is new. It’s very close to organic, but the vectors in the iris give it away. There are scars around one side of his face. They’ve long since healed.

“I thought you were both dead.”

“It’s a long story, son,” Paolo says gently, giving up on his son’s hair and wraps a comfortable arm around Lupita, resting a hand on Din’s shoulder. “And we have plenty of time to explain later, but for now...”

“You’re a king!” Lupita says, brightly, looking around the throne room.

“Ah, sort of. I’m a lot of things. I’m a Mandalorian first...no...” Din let his tears run free, not bothering to wipe them away. “I’m your son first. I’m also a Mandalorian, a bounty hunter, and...a father.”

Grogu knows his cue and pops up from behind Din’s shoulder, letting out a loud pfffft sound to present himself.

“Oh...” said Lupita coos and Din can hear her heart melting as she speaks. “Hello, little one...what’s your name?” She is already reaching for him and Grogu doesn’t hesitate to leap into her arms, eating up the attention shamelessly.

“Grogu,” Din says, proudly. “I’ve adopted him.”

“We’ve missed so much,” Paolo says, also not bothering to wipe the endless stream of tears away. “But no more. We are here now. And here we’ll stay, though...are we interrupting something?” Paolo sees the festive banners around the room and surely they walked by all the festitivies outside welcoming the Mand’alor who doesn’t want to leave his throne room.

“No, you have excellent timing,” Din says. If there was any chance he was going to join the day-long festivities for his reign before, they were dashed now that his parents were here. “We all have long stories to tell. Don’t worry about the Mand’alor situation, I’ll-”

“The what?” The Djarins asked in unison.

Family! Grogu interrupts, wiggling out of Lupita’s arms Family Play! The Negotiator! The Falcon! The Hound’s Tooth! The Razor Crest!

Grogu toddles over to his pile of toy ships and plops down, waiting expectantly.

“Grogu wants to know if you two would like to play what he calls ‘star wars’ with him.”

Paolo purses his lips, and it looks as if he may break down into sobs, which, Din knows, is a very valid reaction at how darling Grogu can be during emotional times.

Lupita rubs Paolo’s back, holding herself enough together to say. “We would love to. May I be the Negotiator?”

Paolo sniffles and follows Din and Lupita. “I declare the Falcon.”

DIn looks back at Grogu who is already floating the Razor Crest possessively.

“Stuck with the Hound’s Tooth again, huh kiddo?” Din asks.

Grogu lets out a proud grrrruuuuuu!

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@permanently-exhausted-witcher thank you so much for this writing prompt! I wasn’t actually taking prompts at the time, but this prompt broke my heart in the best ways so I hope you enjoy!

#The Mandalorian #Grogu #Din Djarin #Din's Parents #bunyipwrites

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haikyuuwaifu · 4 years

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Feel My Love

Genre: Fluff, Drama, Mild Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Gay Bashing (by spectator), Bullying

Masterlist

The Party| The Party 2|The Party 3

Quickly Y/N set down the cup she was holding, and made her way towards the backyard dodging party goers left and right. She was unable to greet her pseudo-son when he first got there, but the last time she checked in on him he had seemed fine. Making her way to the backyard Y/N stopped as she took in the scene before her. Kenma and Tsukki were standing in front of Kuroo, trying to keep him from moving forward. Yaku was standing in front of Lev, whose head was down as his hands were molded into fists.

“What the fuck happened?” she asked standing next to Kenma. Before he could respond Kuroo snapped at her. “Lev, is a literal crying mess because one of your shitty friends had the fucking nerve to say all that fucked up shit to him!” His breathing was heavy as he glared at her eyes full of hatred. Shoving him back Tsukishima spoke up, “It’s not her fault Kuroo, so calm the fuck down. You aren’t helping anything by yelling at the wrong person.” he snarled. Turning, Y/N made her way to Lev who still hadn’t picked his head up. Cradling his face gently, she titled his head up enough for her to look him in the eye. Tears streaming, he sobbed as he collapsed in her arms, face rubbing against her waist as he cried. Looking at Yaku she spoke. “What the fuck happened?” sighing Yaku responded, “We were playing beer pong and everything was fine until that guy over there,” he declared pointing in the direction left of you, “ came over and started talking shit. First he was talking shit to Tsukki, until he garnered no reaction. Then he tried one on with me but I ignored him; so he thought it would be fun to go in on Lev. Apparently they have a class together and he’s a huge dick so Lev ignored him as best he could...until he started calling him an abomination.” Yaku stated eyes full of distaste. Y/N snapped her head up, eyes full of rage. “He said what?” nodding Yaku, continued on. “He said Lev was a freak, because he made a comment to Tsukki about liking a girl in another class, but finding the setter for the Elite VBC cuter. So that guy over there picked up on that one singular part of the conversation and proceeded to trash him. Told him he was a freak, and that no one would love him. That his own parents didn’t love him. He just kept going.” By this point Y/N was seething with sheer unadulterated anger.

The man in question hadn’t even noticed the change in the atmosphere, he was drunk off his ass and he felt good about getting his point across. His friends on the other hand knew he was well and truly fucked. This was a Y/N party and there were strict rules at a Y/N party. Turning back to Lev she coaxed his head up and cooed softly. “Whatever he said...it wasn’t true baby. You’re not a freak. He’s just jealous you don’t find him cute, and I wouldn’t either; garbage troll lookin ass.” she snarled causing Lev to smile just a little. “ And people do love you.Your sister loves you and your friends love you.” she huffed out. “And parents are overrated, I mean I don’t have any and my brother and I came out fine.” Beside her, Yaku snorted. “Alright, so maybe we have homicidal tendencies, but who doesn’t?” Lev chuckled at her question. “Besides you don’t need parents when you have me! I’m your mom and that’s that. And Kuroo is your dad, so you’re gonna go over there and let mama Y/N take care of this.” she declared squeezing him for good measure. Pulling Lev up, she walked him over to Kuroo handing him over. Kuroo, less angry, nodded in thanks as he pulled Lev to him.

Turning Y/N made her way over to the asshole who insulted her dipshit baby, ready to throw her motherfucking hands.

-Dude’s is about to die :)

A/N: ANYONE who bullies someone or bashes them for whatever reason is treason and we ain’t down with that shit...

@dabilove27 @elianetsantana @amberisnotcrazy @saturnfarie @laughingismorefun @exosehun-94 @amarillyis @mushimoon14 @starry-magicshop @bbymilkbread

#kuroo scenarios #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo #kuroo x y/n #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu concepts #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #smau #haikyuu smau

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the-rawr-ster · 4 years

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Title: To Die In Your Arms

Chapter 1: Alone, We’re All Alone.

W/C: 1659

Warnings: Death, violence, mental health, and blood.

A/n: I am sorry if I make you cry with this. Also listen to the video to help like idk feel the mood ig.

Your mother had sent you out to retrieve the ingredients for her famous rolls. These ingredients are pretty hard to come by so she rarely makes them. But waiting a month to eat them is worth it, well for the customers. She usually sells out, so your family can never manage to get a batch for yourselves.

On your way back, you saw a young boy getting harassed. The kids had taken his bread. It was a whole month's worth of bread. You stood there watching as they scarfed it down. They didn’t leave a single crumb. How could someone do something so cruel? You wanted to say something, anything really. But you were too paralyzed. You just stood there and watched as this boy's meals were stolen from him. Coward. I’m a coward.

You hear feet hitting the ground at a fast past and loud, whiny, screaming. Suddenly, someone’s face was laying flat on the ground. You immediately rushed back to your mother.

Your mother was conversing with a middle-aged woman with brown hair. She greeted you with a warm smile and eyes kinder than any you had ever seen. You hid behind your mother, placing your chin in the crevice of her neck. You let out a tiny smile at the woman and then ducked your head behind your mother.

“I have a son just about your age,” she said, “He’s a little troubled, but all he needs are friends.”

“Oh, that’s perfect. My child is very shy and has a hard time making friends. But they’re very sweet,” your mother replied.

She spoke of you highly, as if you were an angel of sorts. She always made you feel special. She was special like that, she could make even the saddest of souls feel better. Your father on the other hand was too blunt for his own good. He always bad people’s best interest at heart but unlike your mother, he was bad with words. His words hurt, but he would never be able to understand that. Despite his cold demeanor, your mother still fell in love with him. She chipped away at that cold exterior until she could find his heart. She made it her life’s goal to prove that he had a heart, not just to other people but to him too.

“Well, I best be going. I’ll get back to you on what you said Mrs. (L/N).”

You watched as her stoic figure disappeared into the crowd of customers and merchants.

“Would you mind getting those to your father,” your mother pointed to the basket of ingredients still dangling from the crook of your elbow. You nodded and headed home as your mother closed up the stand. You had been walking around all day, so fortunately your house was just around the corner.

Before you could open the door, a loud BOOM filled the confinements of the walls. And soon smoke arose and screams could be heard for miles. You ran inside and yelled for your father, dropping the basket and not giving a rats ass about it.

“Dad, dad, I think something is happening,” you cried, fumbling up the stairs to pull your father out of bed, “Dad, get up.”

“Hm, sweetheart,” your father mumbled, “What’s going on?”

“Dad, please.”

You ran back down the stairs and carried a bucket of water dumping it on your father. He shot straight up, his eyes wide. You could hear the piercing screams and the booms from the footsteps of something monstrous. It was distant but loud.

“What was that? Where’s your mother,” he questioned.

“I don’t know, but we need to go. Mom was still at the stand when I came here to give you the ingredients for the rolls.”

“What?!”

Your father jumped out of bed and put on his shoes. He grabbed your arm and drug you out the door with him. His grip was tight leaving red marks on your arms. The streets were crowded with people running for their lives. Children were crying for their mothers and fathers. Parents frantically searching for their children. It’s was complete and utter chaos. Your heart beating irregularly. Thump! Thump! Thump! It was almost like it was right in front of you, not in your chest, in front of you. When you looked up. That’s when you saw it. An enormous, disgusting, monster, towering over your mother. It’s head was almost too large for its body, and it smelt like rotting flesh.

“M-mom,” you whispered, choked on your tears.

Your fathers eyes darted sporadically, his hands trembling, loosening their grip on your arm. Your mother stood like a statue, staring at the monstrosity of a beast. The beast lowers its arm and snatches your mother off the ground. Your father runs after her, struggling to keep his feet on the ground. No, this can’t be happening, can it? It’s just a nightmare. You’ll wake up any minute now. You’ll wake up to the smell of your mother and fathers baking. You’ll wake up to the sound of children running around in the streets. Now all you hear is the sound of ‘IT’ scarfing down your mothers limp body without any hesitation.

Your father grabs the closest sharp object to him and charges at it.

“Dad, no, please don’t,” you scream, but he doesn’t listen. All he sees is red. The sight of the only woman he ever loved being eaten, brought about a fit of blind rage.

“I love you, I’m sorry I never told you, y/n,” he gently smiled at you as tears built up. And those were the last words he ever spoke to you. The last words he spoke before his body was crushed.

While it was distracted with your father, you ran. You ran like your life depended on it because it did. You didn’t stop, you just kept going. Why? Why us? Why did this have to happen? We lived so peacefully. We did what we were supposed to. Why wasn’t it enough? And where were the garrison gaurds? Why weren’t they protecting us? That’s what you wanted to say, but you had to focus on making it to the boats. There weren’t a lot of spots, so you had to be fast.

...

The boat was crowded, but you made it just in time before it would leave. Everything was quiet. You could only hear the rushing of the water and the screaming in the distance as the boat rushed down the stream.

All of the thoughts and memories soon came rushing back to you. The sight of your mother and father. The beast. Your father’s last words. It all flooded your mind. There was no room left to think of anything else.

You curled up in a ball, your knees close to your chest, and your arms holding your head between them. You covered your ears, trying to silence the screams in your head...trying to silence the crunch of your parents body’s in it’s hands. You wanted to forget. You wanted to forget that you had nothing left. That everything, everyone you loved was gone.

You watched your tears fall onto the wooden panels beneath you. Drip. Drop. Drip. They wouldn’t stop coming. They wouldn’t obey your commands, they just fell, like they had given up.

“Hey,” a voice whispered.

“Its all in your head. Nobody is talking to you,” you told yourself.

“Hey.”

When you had fully convinced yourself that the voice wasn’t real, a soft, dainty, hand tapped on your shoulder.

“Stop it, leave me alone. Please, go away,” you sobbed, covering your ears and banging your head into your knees. Why? Why won’t it go away? I already lost everything. I don’t want to lose my mind. Your breathe became shallow and shaky.

“Armin, I think she just wants to be left alone,” another chided.

“Hey, breathe, you’re gonna make yourself pass out , and give yourself a concussion banging your head around like that.”

The person’s voice was soft and quiet, soothing, in a way. In pure curiosity you slowly lifted your aching head. You looked next you you and saw a frail, blonde boy sitting with a dark haired girl and a green-eyed boy. They all looked drained, but it’s no wonder. You all had been traumatized, and lost someone you cared about.

“Hi, my names Armin,” he said, “Are you h-,”

The girl shook here head and gestures for Armin to stop talking.

“No, I’m not here with anybody. I’m alone,” your voice trembling as you speak.

The trio looked in disbelief but also relieved. They weren’t the only ones to lose someone. You shifted your gaze to the floor. It wasn’t in my head. They were really gone. Its not a bad dream. It’s a reality. It’s my-, no OUR reality. A reality that sucked. No that’s an understatement. This was hell. A hell that I learned I could only get out of if I died.

Do I still want to save people? Can I save anyone? I don’t know. Will I run away like that again? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m alone.

“We’re all alone. Sure, we’re all in the same boat, both figuratively and literally. But we’re all alone. It’s not just me. Look at all the other kids on this boat,” you sighed, “ It’s not just me. So please don’t look at me like that.” Their eyes softened, except for the green-eyed boy. His eyes were filled with darkness. There was an intense, murderous aura about him...something different. Everyone else was scared, trying to survive. But he looked like he was ready to pounce on anything that moved. He eyes reminded you of your father’s in his last moments.

The light rain masked the tears falling down your face as you thought of him. You stared into the sky, searching for him...searching to know if there really was a paradise after leaving this hell.

Synopsis: You didn’t realize how in love you were with Jean Kirschtein until he decided to join the Survey Corp.

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#aot fanfiction #aot jean #aot angst #aot anime #aot #aot spoilers #aot x reader #attack on titan #jean x reader #jean kirschtien #TDIYA

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angelbabylu · 5 years

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Saturday Nights // M.C.

pairing: reader x mikey

warnings: it’s like, sad for a bit, anxiety tw, breeding kink

word count: 4.4k

notes: phew, hang on friends because this is a very emotional one. i lowkey had a breakdown this week while watching one day at a time on netflix then wrote about it?? anyway, this is like, crazy personal, so please be nice to it. shout out to Christa ( @5sosnsfw ) for being the best mom a girl could ask for. thank you for reading thank you for all your advice and thank you for loving me despite how much of a mess™️ i am.

Title from Saturday Nights by Khalid

This is so dumb, you told yourself, bringing a trembling hand up to wipe at your tears. This fucking TV show had a habit of making you tear up, but it had never really been like this. This was full on crying. Your breath was coming out in short pants, your chest began to get heavy, and the stream of tears was so constant now, the sleeves of your sweater could not keep up.

And the show? It wasn’t even sad. It was a sitcom about a loving family from LA navigating their way through modern issues. But it got to you; each episode was a reminder of the childhood you wished you had.

Through eyes blurred by tears, you watched the TV mother run her fingers down her daughter’s spine in comfort. She was helping her daughter through an anxiety attack.

You couldn’t help but go back to age ten when you had your first anxiety attack, too afraid to ask a lady at Costco for a sample. Your mom had called you weak and threatened to leave you in the store. The distinct feeling like the world would collapse around you just from saying “hello” had already been so much for your little brain to handle, but to then be told that you were somehow a disappointment for emotions you couldn’t control—that took you over the edge.

You cried for hours that day.

And that was the first anxiety attack. The more frequent they got, the more your parents reminded you what a burden these emotions were. It didn’t matter how often you screamed that you wanted to get better, that you were trying. Because you couldn’t socialize like they could, you were a failure.

You’ll never forget the sound of your dad’s voice the night he said, “I think God went wrong with you somewhere.”

And yes, after years of therapy, you were better at communicating and socializing, but these memories were perpetually at the edge of your subconscious, ready to bubble to the surface at, say, a fictional mother telling her daughter that anxiety attacks were okay.

The very idea of this support was so foreign to you. It made you feel jealous of the teenager on screen, upset at the universe for putting you in a home where you never got the support you needed.

All the feelings of anger and frustration and jealousy welled up inside you until you were at the edge of bawling. You knew better than to dwell in these feelings, you knew how they could take over your emotions in an instant. But it had been so long since you cried for your past self—the death of that happy childhood you never got to have.

You were so wrapped up in the happy family on the TV and your own turbulent storm of sadness inside you, you didn’t notice as Michael came into the room.

“Babe?” Your attention snapped to him as he rushed towards you. “Are you crying?”

It was dark in the room, but as he came closer, you knew there would be no denying your tear-streaked face. He placed the slice of pie he was holding on the end table and came to kneel right in front of you. Immediately, he grasped your face with both his hands, thumbs reaching up to wipe away the tears beneath your eyes. You could see the concern in his green eyes as they searched yours. His brows were furrowed, obviously confused at how his 2-minute recess to the kitchen had ended with you sobbing in the living room.

“Talk to me,” He pleaded.

You gave him a small watery smile. “It’s nothing,” you promised. You tried calming yourself, taking deep breaths, ever-conscious of how your turbulent mental state could sometimes cause Michael to worry.

“Just this fucking show.”

He turned away from you to look at the screen, no doubt checking to see if you were still watching the light-hearted sitcom you were earlier.

“Alexa,” he called out to your home Echo system. “Pause Netflix.”

Even through the tears, you couldn’t fight a smile. Michael’s actions were very reminiscent of the first time he’d seen you cry. He had been playing a video game, and you had been sitting behind him, silently in tears, trying not to divert his attention. When he caught sight of you, he turned off the game immediately—he didn’t pause it, he had it off completely, giving you his full attention. That was how he was. When you got like this, his focus was on you until he felt you were okay again (and you did the same for him).

This time was no different.

“You love this show,” he said, prodding for information on what exactly was making you cry.

You shook your head, then dislodged his hands from your face with both of yours, bringing them down to your lap. “I’m just being stupid. I promise.”

“Your feelings are never stupid. You are valid. Your pain is valid. And I’m here to talk about it if you need to.”

He was always reminding you of that. It was probably another one of those lessons you would have learned growing up in a happy home.

The thought of that had you crying even harder.

“Hey, woah,” Mikey called out, obviously surprised.

He sat down next to you and pulled you in his arms. You wrapped around him in response, arms stretching across soft torso, face burying in his neck. You cried for the loss of your childhood, for the affection you never received, for the seventeen fucking years of your life that you will never get back. Each time you thought you were all cried out, another memory would hit you.

Everything from how your mother hated talking to you, to how your father said you were unlovable, and how your brother spent ten years never giving you the time of day. How was someone like you, so emotionally vulnerable, supposed to make it out of that house alive?

Mikey sat there with you through it all, rubbing at your back, whispering his love into your ear. He waited for the onslaught of bad memories to subside. It took a while. You were unsure how long you sat there crying, but slowly, you stopped feeling like the unloved teenager you were and more like your adult self. You moved from Michael’s side to sit in between his legs, resting your head on his chest, and throwing your legs over his left thigh.

As you came down from that hazy cloud of sadness, his presence was a reminder that all that was in the past. That now, you were loved.

“Babe?” he tried again. His voice was hesitant, unsure what would set you off.

“I’m okay now,” you said with a watery laugh.

“Please tell me what’s going on, princess. I’m worried about you.” You could hear it in his voice. He was the biggest empath when it came to you, always in tune with what you were feeling. It was great for your relationship because while your past made you hesitant to show others your emotions, being with Mikey was slowly working to undo all that.

“It’s dumb,” you repeated for the fourth time that night. “The show just made me realize what a shitty childhood I had. My mom would never help me through an anxiety attack.”

His arms tightened around you. He didn't even have to ask. It was a conversation you’d had before.

“What does your therapist say?”

“I know, I know.” Your parents were still a major topic of conversation with your therapist as well, and each time they came up, she usually had the same advice. “I need to forgive them. But it’s so fucking hard. That was my entire childhood, Mikey.”

He nudged you off his chest, and in response you twisted in his lap, moving your legs around his waist so you were fully straddling him. You brought your arms from his waist to his neck and his went to your back, softly rubbing circles there. Your eyes met soft green ones, and it was hard not to get overwhelmed by the love you saw there.

“Your parents didn’t know what they were doing,” he said softly, ever a voice of reason. “They didn’t care to get to learn your love language and fully expected you to conform to theirs. That was wrong. But they were bred from generations of that. They didn’t know any different.”

He was right. It didn’t make the past any easy to forget, but it made accepting your parents for who they were in the present a lot easier.

“Besides, you’ve got me now.” A smile spread across both your faces at that sentiment. “No matter where you are and no matter where I am, I will be there for you when you’re having an anxiety attack.”

It was a cute sentiment, though a bit exaggerated.

“Hmm,” you teased, scrunching up your nose in disbelief. “What about when I’m here, and you’re halfway across the world performing shows?”

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “There’s actually something I need to tell you.”

You raised an eyebrow in lieu of an answer. You couldn’t tell if he was continuing along the lines of your teasing of if there was a legitimate matter he had to discuss. With Michael, it could be either.

Turns out it was the former.

“I’m The Flash.”

“The Flash?” You asked incredulously. “Why would you say The Flash when Doctor Fate is right there? He is so much cooler than the flash. He can literally teleport. And I’ve never seen you run a day in my life.”

“Maybe,” Michael countered, “I don’t run because it’s hard to contain my speed.”

Which also didn’t make any sense. She said as much to him.

“That doesn’t make any sense? A Flash is connected to the speed force at all times. They just manipulate their perceptions at will. If you were a Flash, running at normal speed would be exactly like walking at a normal speed for you. It’s just you deciding how fast to move.”

“Oh my god,” he said in faux exasperation. You would almost think it real if it weren't for the way he tried to contain his smile. “If I were a DC superhero, I would just use a boom tube. Then I could get to you in a second. There. Problem solved.”

“I’m just saying,” you continued, despite the decisive way he ended his last sentence. “Of all people, why the Flash? I would even take superman over him. I -”

He gently pulled you forward to press a kiss to your lips, stopping you mid-rant. You fell into him, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of his lips pillowing yours.

When he pulled away, he said, “Seriously. I will be there for you when you need me. In whatever way I can. Even if it’s just over the phone.”

At that sentiment, you had to lean forward to give him another chaste kiss. He paused to press his lips to yours, then continued on.

“Whether its an anxiety attack or depressive episode or even if you’re just too lazy to grab a slice of leftover pie from the fridge.” You both glanced then at the pie he had placed on the end table earlier. You let out a hesitant chuckle. Your eyes were filling with tears again. This time, they were brought on by an entirely different feeling.

“I know you didn’t get a lot of the love and affection in the way that you needed as a child. But we’ve got forever to fix that.”

His hand came up to cradle your cheek then, and you leaned into it. “And we’ll do better with our kids.”

You bit your lips. You couldn’t help the way the thought of having kids with Michael made you feel. For years you swore up and down that you didn’t want a child, afraid you would mess them up the same way your parents did you. But then you met Michael. Starting a family with him would be easy, the same way he made being together so easy.

This time, when you captured his lips, it was a filthier kiss. You bit his plump bottom lip and tugged, before dipping your tongue into his mouth. Mouths still connected, you got to your knees, brought both hands to cradle his face, taking control of the kiss. His settled on his hands your hips, occasionally roaming up and down the side of your thighs or to your ass.

“Is this,” he began, pulling away from you, breath already a bit uneven. “Is this turning you on?”

Instead of answering, you went down to suck at the junction where his throat met his neck. Teasing the skin there, you nipped, sucked, and licked, knowing there would be a large red spot his makeup artists would complain about the next morning.

He tried to nudge you away from his throat, obviously wanting an answer to his earlier question. Instead, you ignored him and moved on to another spot on his neck.

“Babe,” he whined, drawing out the vowel.

When you didn’t let up, he brought his fingers to prod at your left side. You squealed and released his throat, but that didn’t stop him from bringing both hands up to pinch at your sides. He was unrelenting as his jabs turned to tickles and your squeals turned to laughter.

“Stop, stop,” you begged between giggles and huffs. “Please.”

“Answer my question,” he demanded, fingers finally coming to a halt.

You bent your head again, this time placing it on his shoulder so he couldn’t make eye contact with you. Tugging at the neck of the loose, old t-shirt he was wearing, you mumbled, “Want you to put a baby in me.”

He was not expecting you to say that.

“Fuck.” He was also not against the idea if the hitch in his voice was any indication.

“Yeah?” he asked as if checking to see if you were joking.

As if you’d joke about something like that.

Instead of answering him, you picked your head up from his chest, brazened by his apparent interest in the idea. You dipped your tongue into his mouth to meet his once more before saying, “We’d make beautiful babies.”

His mouth was back on yours before he even finished nodding in agreement. You could feel him getting hard as you ground down against him, your own pussy throbbing in your sweats.

You were really going to do this.

“Alexa,” You called out, pulling your mouth away from his, moaning as he went directly for your neck. “Play Jodeci.”

“Oh, come on,” Michael complained (as he did every time you chose Jodeci to fuck to). “You know I hate hearing random people talking while we’re fucking.”

“Our first baby is going to be a Jodeci baby Mikey just accept it.”

He groaned and rolled his head away from you in mock annoyance. “Our second baby can be to whoever you want,” You promised, grabbing his chin and bringing his face back to yours. “We can even listen to Ariana Grande the entire time.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes in response, no doubt already creating a mental playlist of Ariana songs.

He caught your lips with his before maneuvering you both so you were sat on the couch and he was kneeling in front of you. Your propensity to never wear pants was a blessing at times like these. It was easy for him to slide his forefingers through the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and tossing them somewhere behind him.

He brought two fingers up to your lips, and you immediately encircled them and sucked. You spent a moment to trace over his fingers, moaning as he pressed against your tongue. He pulled them out, bringing them down to slide against your folds.

“Hozier,” He said. For a moment you were so overwhelmed with the feather-light traces along your lower lips, you were unsure what he was saying.

“What?”

“Hozier would be a great person to fuck to,” he continued nonchalantly as if he wasn’t ruining you, sliding his middle finger in and out of you easily.

“Is now the time?” you asked, slightly exasperated. You pushed against his fingers, silently begging for him to add another finger.

Instead of giving into you, he slipped out of you completely, continuing his earlier exploration of your folds with feather-light grazes of his fingers.

“I’m just saying,” he stated with a shrug. He lightly swiped over your clit, pretending he wasn’t aware of how tantalizing his movements were. “Hozier is good love making music.”

When he started humming Movement, you lost it.

“Michael.” You needed his focus wholly on your pussy. There were better things his mouth could be doing. “If you keep this up the next time we fuck, we’re listening to Jet Black Heart Live on repeat.”

It was definitely one of your favorite songs. Hearing him perform live was always so sexy to you. You’d fuck to it. He wouldn’t - it would make him too uncomfortable.

“Fine,” he groaned, knowing full well that you were not joking.

When he caught sight of your little smirk of triumph, he retaliated.

He gave you no warning before diving down to suck on your clit. In contrast to his earlier teasings, he became unrelenting. He alternated between exploring you with his tongue and sucking at your clit, fingers coming up to scissor in and out of you. You writhed underneath him, bucking up into his sinful mouth.

You had both hands in his hair, holding him against you as you rocked up against his mouth. The longer he ate you out, the more erratic your movements became. You began to quiver, already so close from his tongue alone.

“Babe,” you whimpered, nudging him up for air.

“You’re so wet for me, princess,” he said, and although his mouth was off you, his fingers still ebbed in and out of you.

You puckered your lips to ask for a kiss, so he came up on his knees and gave into you. As his tongue traced yours, you could taste yourself on him. You moaned, burying your hands deep in his hair, thirstily taking a moment to savor him and what you were about to do.

As the filthy dance of your tongues slowed into chaste kisses, you pulled away, still close enough that your lips were touching. “I’m ready for you,” you breathed. “Ready to make a baby.”

He captured your lips in another, albeit shorter, kiss, before getting off of you and getting naked.

You got up on your knees, reaching out for his erection the second he slipped out of his underwear. You traced over the head with your thumb, smearing the precum that had gathered there. He watched your actions with thinly veiled heat, both of you enthralled for the moment as you jerked him with short, fast strokes.

“Ready, baby?” You asked after playing with him for a moment, and he nodded hungrily.

After a short peck on the lips, you turned around and placed both hands on the back of the couch. You wiggled your ass invitingly, until he brought one large hand down to steady you, the other guiding his dick into your entrance.

You hissed as he slowly entered you, crying out when you took him to the hilt. He took a moment, both of you getting used to the feeling. Then he started moving in short, punctuated strokes that had you crying out, intoxicated on sensations of pleasure.

His hands caressed up and down your sides, whispering praises into your ear. You moaned as one hand dived underneath the shirt you were still wearing, tugging at your bare nipple there. He leaned over you, coming to mouth and bite at my ear.

“You’re taking me so good, princess.”

“Yeah,” you moaned out. Your breath was coming out in short, staccato pants as you eagerly pushed back against him. “Can’t wait for you to come inside me. Can’t wait for you to put a baby in me.”

The very thought was turning you on. It had your pussy quivering. You were ready to take that next step with him. You squeezed around his dick, smiling as you heard his breath hitch in pleasure. He groaned and began fucking into you in earnest. You were overwhelmed as he plunged into you. Eventually, the only sounds in the room were the passionate sounds of your sex over Love U 4 Live.

“Wait,” Michael said a few moments later, bringing his hips to a stop, drawing a whine from your lips. “Gonna come. Wanna see you when I come.”

You both maneuvered so you were fully reclined on the couch, Michael coming to settle over you. You loved fucking like this. You loved being able to look into Mikey’s eyes, to take in how beautiful he was with his face blissed out in ecstasy.

He re-entered you and wasted no time pounding into you once more. He got a hand under both your thighs, pushing them up to your chest so he could deepen his strokes into you. It only took a few short strokes before his hips were stuttering to a stop and he was coming inside you. You groaned in unison as he filled you up, both in love with the feeling and what it could mean for your future.

Slowly, released your legs and pulled out of you. You settled one leg, bent at the knee on either side of him, and hissed as the feeling of being filled with cum had you clenching involuntarily. A bit of cum dribbled out of you and onto the sofa making you wince. Your poor cleaning lady was not going to be happy about that.

Michael had the same thought.

“Poor Jen,” he said. “Next time we fuck on the couch, we’re using a towel.”

You both giggled. You always said that, but in the heat of the moment you were both always too distracted to remember.

“Hey,” you called up to him, bringing a hand up to play in his messy blonde hair. He leaned into your touch. “Could you hand me the pie?”

The pie he had brought in earlier sat forgotten on the end table. It was a lemon meringue pie you had both made from fresh lemons off your mom’s tree. You sat up slightly, resting yourself on the arm of the couch. Michael came and settled on your chest with the pie in his hand. He placed it on the ottoman that lived in front of the couch.

Picking up the fork, you scooped out a piece and offered him the first bite. He shook his head, seemingly only interested in burying into you. He pillowed his head on your chest and slipped both arms around you, ever the cuddler in your post-coital bliss. You didn’t mind. You had always loved touch as a sign of affection.

You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, using the other to feed yourself pie.

“Do you think that did it?” he asked, settling a hand on your stomach.

You looked down at him, laughed and shook your head. “Well considering the fact that I still have in my IUD probably not.”

“But,” you continued. “I’m serious about doing this with you. I think I’m going to get it removed.”

Mikey hummed thoughtfully. “Your parents are going to be mad -”

“I think the theme for tonight has been fuck my parents.” You interjected, talking over him, as he said, “They want me to make an honest woman out of you first.”

“You asking me to marry you, Mikey?” you joked. Not that you were against the idea, but the way he brought it up felt like a joke.

When he didn’t respond for a few seconds, you realized that he was not joking.

“Wait, seriously?” You asked, nudging him up off your chest and into sitting position so you could look into his eyes.

He was dead serious.

“Mikey you are not asking me to marry you while I’m sitting on the couch with pie crumbs off my face and dry cum coming out of my pussy. No way.”

He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and smiled.

“We’ll do the whole huge thing later,” he promised. He reached out and grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding the pie fork. Thumb gently running along the back of your hand, he continued, “I bought a ring a year ago. Six months into this relationship, I knew I wanted to marry you. I didn’t tell you then because I knew it would freak you out.”

“Oh yeah. I would have broken up with you in an instant.”

“Even a year ago, I knew you were still working through some things, and that you would want to be in a good place mentally before committing to anything this big. But lately we’ve been talking an awful lot about forever and having kids so,” He trailed off and looked at you, waiting for you to say something.

And it’s crazy that even after all the pain of your past, even after growing up never really understanding what love was, you were able to find someone that loved you enough to take the time to get to know you. The crazy thing was, you had never once told Michael that you wanted to be in a good place before committing to something like marriage – he just knew you like that. And, thinking about it now, you were in that good place that you spent years dreaming about. All that stuff with your parents – that was your past. Mikey was your future.

“Mikey,” you said through a grin so wide, your face was starting to hurt. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend forever with.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

And you weren’t even mad when he knocked the rest of your pie off the ottoman in attempts to give you a kiss.

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themurphyzone · 6 years

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Oneshot: Truth in Television Soaps

So, my mom watched a lot of dramas back when we used to have her Filipino channels (she has switched to streaming on the Ipad thank goodness). For my readers who have never seen a Filipino soap opera, just know there’s a lot of screaming, crying, and catfighting. The majority of dramatic moments are so overacted that it becomes hilarious.

“So, what did you think?” Heinz asked as Perry put the borrowed boxset of El Matador de Amor on the shelf. “Selena deserved so much better than Jose. He completely shirked his duties as royalty just to go bullfighting! She deserves a guy who’s actually ready for a commitment.”

Perry nodded, though privately he felt that the plot with Selena and Fernando should’ve taken a backseat to the intrigue of Esmerelda falling in love with the corrupt police chief’s son, Juan, who used the nickname El Matador when in the bullfighting ring to avoid being caught by his father.

“So then I was thinking, if this is how engaging a Spanish drama is, there’s gotta be some gold from other countries,” Heinz continued, handing Perry a brightly colored DVD case. The title was in a foreign language. There were two women, one in a wedding dress, tugging a man between them with angry looks on their faces. “I was thinking of going for Italy next, but Philippines works too. One of my neighbors ordered it, but it got delivered to my door by mistake. But hey, I’m not turning down a free opportunity to watch something I’ve never heard of before.”

Perry folded his arms.

“Sheesh, you good guys have to be so uppity about this whole stealing is wrong thing,” Heinz complained. “I’ll give it back after I watch it.”

Shaking his head, Perry grabbed the delivery information off the table and shoved it into Heinz’s hand. Then he forcefully pushed him out the door.

“Alright, I’m returning it! I’m returning it, hold your horses. Or tail. I don’t know why we even say that when there aren’t any horses around here. At least let me check the door number first,” Heinz said. “And quit shoving. That’s just rude.”

He stopped pushing, figuring that he’d better start setting a precedent for being the good guy.

Heinz checked the paper, then pointed down the hall. “Oh, it’s just two doors down. At least we don’t need the elevator. That thing is slow even on the best days.”

He knocked on the door, tapping his foot as he waited. Perry could see him mouthing numbers as an excuse to dash away if no one answered in the short timeframe Heinz was giving them.

Finally, a man in a white undershirt opened the door slightly. He didn’t bother unlatching the chain. “Oh, it’s you. The crazy neighbor,” he mumbled. “Whaddya want?”

Heinz made an indignant noise at being called a ‘crazy neighbor’, so Perry gave him a nudge to remind him of why they were there. Better to just get this done and over with.

“A DVD was delivered to my door by mistake. Something from the Philippines,” Heinz said. “I was gonna keep it for myself, but my former nemesis is now forcing me to return it cause that’s in the good guy manual. Apparently.”

“Tom? Who’s that?” a woman called from inside the apartment.

Tom paled, quickly checking over his shoulder. Then he dropped a ten dollar bill through the crack. “That money is for keeping quiet. My mother ordered that DVD, but I don’t want any of that trash anywhere near me,” he shuddered. “Take those and leave. Now.”

“Is that my DVD?” the woman asked. “I’ve been looking forward to watching it....”

“Just a salesman! It’s nothing!�� Tom called to her. Then he shook his head, glaring at Heinz and Perry. “Well, get out!”

The door slammed shut.

Heinz grinned, scooping up the ten bucks triumphantly. “Wow, I guess this good guy stuff pays off. Literally! Can I get a rimshot?” he asked. “C’mon, I deserve a rimshot for that pun!”

Perry didn’t mention that the money was only a bribe. But it was definitely one of the strangest bribes he’d ever seen. While Heinz gloated over his victory as they headed back to his living room, Perry couldn’t help but wonder if the show was as bad as Tom claimed it would be.

Three hours later, they were sobbing into tissues while Angela claimed she didn’t really love Manuel, and that he was an emotional crutch while her poor family tried to scrape up enough funds to send her ailing father to the United States for a life-saving heart transplant.

“How could she say that?” Heinz cried, blowing his nose loudly. “He was loving and supportive! If she doesn’t stay him, he’ll have to go back to his arranged marriage with Emilia!”

Perry wiped away a stray tear. Sure, there was a bit more screaming than necessary, but a good chunk of the dialogue was understandable to him and didn’t require any subtitles.

Though he found Angela hard to enjoy since she kept wailing like a banshee at the drop of a hat. Her reaction to discovering that her beloved necklace was stolen was so overblown that Perry had to bite back the urge to laugh since Heinz was so invested in the story.

But Manuel’s actor was decent.

Heinz didn’t have a scheme lined up on Saturday, since they’d planned to begin the 3-part finale. Brightly colored tissue boxes covered the coffee table.

Perry figured he’d better start doing some research to find a foreign drama that wouldn’t be an emotional trainwreck. He could handle a few crying spells, but it happened so often here that he just didn’t react to it anymore.

Besides, he doubted this was healthy for Heinz.

Heinz popped the DVD into the player. Then he grabbed a tissue box and settled next to Perry on the couch. “I’m really glad Manuel gave Angela the money to cover the cost of the transplant. I mean, he may be a rich pretty boy but he’s got a heart at least. Though the guy needs to grow a spine to Emilia and her domineering mother. It’s kinda obvious they just want his money. You’d think he’d pick up on that.”

Angela was excited to finally be marrying the love of her life, while Manuel was a bit more pensive as his best friend helped him with his tuxedo. So far, eight minutes without crying and screaming. It was a new record.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Manuel Jonah Salonga and Angela Mary Quinto,” the priest announced to the crowd at the church. “If there is anyone who objects to this marriage-”

“I OBJECT!” a furious woman with her hair spilling out of a messy bun stormed down the aisle, her equally severe mother behind her. They glared furiously at Angela, who quickly grew teary-eyed at having her perfect day ruined by unstoppable envy.

Heinz gasped, his hands flying to his mouth. “You go away, Emilia!” he shouted. “You always ruin the moment!”

Perry lightly smacked his leg to keep him quiet so he could hear.

“Emilia, please-”

Emilia cut Angela’s choked cry off, her face completely red with rage. “Please?” she scoffed, cruelly mocking her. Her voice rose to a fevered pitch. “Please what? Please don’t ruin my wedding! Please give me my necklace! Please don’t kiss my crush when I haven’t made a single move and have done nothing to claim him! Let’s get one thing straight here, poor, naive, precious Angela.”

Heinz and Perry were both on the edge of their seats.

Angela trembled from head to toe as Emilia approached her with a malicious smirk. “You are nothing but a lowly maid girl. Manuel only pities you.”

“That’s not true!” Manuel protested, when the mother suddenly shoved him to the ground.

“Do you really think you have a choice in the matter?” the mother hissed vehemently. “You are marrying my daughter. It was decided long ago. Boys, surround him. Don’t ruin his face.”

A group of men surrounded Manuel, completely cutting off his access to Angela.

“ANGELA! ANGELA! DON”T HURT HER! SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!” Manuel screeched.

“MANUEL!” Angela wailed.

Honestly, Emilia was standing on the edge of the stairs. Just push her down, Perry thought. She was completely open for an attack.

Emilia laughed. “You see? And you want to know something else?” She leaned closer to Angela so that her mouth brushed her long, black hair. “I stole the first stack of bills you peasants bent your backs to earn to send your father to the states.”

Heinz gasped. “I knew it was her! I told you so, Perry the Platypus! And you didn’t believe me! See, I can be right sometimes! Take that!” he gloated loudly. Perry threw a pillow at him to shut him up so he could hear.

Which wasn’t necessary, since Angela was now screaming loud enough to wake the entire Tri-State Area.

Angela’s face contorted in rage. “YOU ALMOST KILLED MY FATHER! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A GOLDDIGGER! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A STUPID, JEALOUS GOLDDIGGER!”

She slapped Emilia across the face, her head turning from the force of impact.

Heinz cheered. “Yeah! Let her have it, Angela!”

Perry threw another pillow. Heinz glared at him for that one, but his attention quickly returned to the TV.

The congregation was silent. The mother’s eyes bulged out comically. “She...she dared to strike my daughter, a heiress of the Santos resort! Someone call the police!”

“YOU...YOU WENCH!” Emilia screeched, charging at Angela and knocking her down. “YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM! YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM!”

Angela and Emilia screamed and fought like wildcats, rolling across the floor as they forgot everything but beating the stuffing out of each other in their blind rage.

The choreography wasn’t the best, but Perry was more interested in who would come out on top. It had to be Angela. It just had to be.

Then Heinz blocked his view of the television, and Perry threw the final pillow at him. Heinz scowled, scooping up all the displaced pillows and dropping them on Perry. “I tolerated the first two times, but three is just too much!” he complained. “How do you like it when I turn the tables on you?”

Perry held two pillows by the corners, narrowing his eyes at the challenge.

She only wanted a soda.

Vanessa sighed as she walked past Perry and her dad, fighting in the exact same way as the two women on the television.

Secret agents were too easily impressionable.

#perryshmirtz #perry the platypus #heinz doofenshmirtz #phineas and ferb #fanfiction #oneshot

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descendantshh2 · 7 years

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You Are My Happily Ever After - Harry Hook x Reader

Requested:Hi, i was wondering if you could write an imagine about Harry. Where you are jays younger sister and you went to auradon with the vks but dont feel like you fit in and want to go back to the isle. You go back with mal and run into an old friend and crush, Harry Hook. When the others come you help with ben you and jay get into a fight and you stay on the isle with Harry? Sorry its so long. Thank you if you can write this. i love your imagines, thank you for doing what you do!! :)

A/N I'd like to thank @kaylantus for the request. Hope you enjoy !! (:

It's been six months since you left the Isle. At first you loved Auradon because both you and your brother Jay realized that you wanted to be good and not steal. You loved it because for once your brother was happy and that's all you wanted.

However you didn't fit in. Your old habits were quickly coming back. All you wanted to do was steal but you couldn't mess it up, no not for Jay. Before you left the Isle you left along your best friend and childhood crush Harry Hook.

Yes Harry Hook is a little crazy and off his rocker but he was lovely and you fell for him. For some odd reason Harry and Jay were always feuding with each other. Which made things hard for you when you were starting to fall for Harry. But when you heard Prince Ben of Auradon wanted to bring 4 Villains you were surprised to even be a part of the 4, which is technically now 5. Jay made it pretty clear to you that he wasn't gonna let you go. You were genuinely happy. So that same night you snuck out to see Harry one last time and let's just say it was the hardest goodbye ever.

You decided to sneak out your room after everyone in the house was sound asleep. You sneak outta bed quietly sleeping on your shoes. Tip toeing to the window Jay shifted. You made sure not to wake him.

"Your gonna have to quieter then that little sis." Jay mumbled not opening his eyes.

You cursed under your breath. "Please don't tell dad okay." You whispered and walked over at Jay. "Please just give 30 mins I'll be back."

Jay opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He carefully wrapped you in a hug, "I know your gonna see Harry and I'll give 30 mins to see him and say goodbye. But if he guilt trips you into not going just remember your going to get a better future away from this dump. I will protect you through it all." You smiled and hugged Jay tight. Even though he was all muscle he has a really big soft spot for you. "Thank you Jay it means a lot."

With that Jay got back into bed and proceeded escaping through the window.

You reached the pirate ship in no time and climbing onto the ship sneaking into Harry's window. The sight of his room made you feel at home even though he was quite the messy pirate with clothes all over the floor. You see Harry fast asleep in his bed. You smiled and walked over to him pressing a kiss on his forehead.

"Look I don't wanna wake you up Hook but I'm leaving," you whispered trying not to wake him. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you ahead of time but I think you should know this. Harold Hook I love you. I love you so much it consumes me. I can't tell you this in person because it'll be harder for me to leave you but," your voice quivered and you began to cry, "you gotta let the things you love go free and I'm letting you go free Harry. I'll write you letters and maybe when I graduate Auradon I will come back." You placed your favorite necklace on Harry's bed next to him. The necklace was real gold it took your dad 2 weeks to steal and it said your name along with a picture of you and him in a locket. "I will come back okay. I don't know how long but I will be back that's a promise I'll make to you." You carefully touched Harry's face tears dripping down your face. You pressed your lips on him and gave him a kiss. "I love you so much." You quietly got up and took one of Harry's torn up shirts. It smelled like the sea and you loved it. You took one more look at Harry. "I'll see you soon Harry." You climbed out back to your house crying along the way.

Harry's POV

She really left. She really kissed me. But I couldn't move. I couldn't let her know I was listening. She needed her to go start a future even if I wasn't a part of it. I love her so much to let her go and be happy.

Once I knew she was gone I sat up. I would never want my mate's to see me so weak so in the night is where my emotions finally come out. I took Y/N necklace and our picture. I held it in my arms not noticing the hot tears streaming down my eyes. I'm gonna miss her so much. "I love you too deary." I whispered to the picture and I kissed her necklace.

Y/N POV

You were currently in Chemistry. You were on top of your grades and very smart. Still you didn't feel happy. Your whole wardrobe changed. You used to wear leather jackets and pants tore up shirts but you changed all that to fit in. Now you wore pretty lace dresses and pretty heels. You felt like a princess but for some odd reason this isn't what you wanted.

Chad looked over your notes. "Hey Y/N who's Harry?" He curiously asked. You froze. "What?"

"Harry, you know the name you always write on your note book for the past 6 months."

You stared at Chad not knowing what to say. "It's her imaginary boyfriend!" laughed Audrey out loud to the class. You blood boiled. But you stayed quiet. "Common Y/N admit it!! Common common common!!" Audrey joked.

You ignored her until she reached into you bag to pull out the white torn shirt that was Harry's. "Give it back!!" you reached out but she was too fast. "Come and get it!!" she laughed throwing it into a glass of chemicals. There the white shirt turned to ash and smoked as everyone laughed.

You froze watching the shirt turn to ash. You felt the anxiety running through your body mixed with angry. You stared at everyone who was laughing as the Chemistry teacher asked if you were okay. You couldn't take it here anymore you busted out the room and sprinted towards your dorm. You shut the door and leaned against it sliding down and pulling you knees to your chest and cried.

"I don't belong here" you sobbed.

"That's makes two of us."

You snapped your head up to see Mal dressed in her Villain clothes also teary eyed. "Mal what are u doing?" You finally found the strength to get up. "Y/N please don't tell anyone but I'm going back to Isle." She stared at you before flipping through her spell book.

"What about Ben? And your title as lady of the court?" You asked sniffing. "This just isn't me please I'm serious don't tell anyone." Begged Mal. She honestly looked like a mess. "Take me with you please Mal." You looked at her with hope.

"I can't Y/N Jay needs you and Auradon needs you." She looked at you with a straight face.

"No Mal. Yes, Jay needs me but he has the boys and all his friends. This," you say point at your wardrobe, "this isn't me Mal I don't fit in I'm an outcast and I will forever be the girl from the Isle. You either take me or I go myself. Your choice."

You stepped into Dizzy's hair salon with Mal. She was so full of light. However gagged at your clothes because you were still in your 'Preppy Princess Clothes' as she calls its.

Once Mal was done having her purple hair back and straighten Dizzy pointed towards the extra clothes she made for Evie if she ever returned. "You can look through the pile you and Evie are the same size take what you like." smiled Dizzy kindly at you. You went through pile then suddenly your heart stopped.

"Fork it over you runt!" Barked the voice you've missed for the past 6 months.

You stood frozen didn't know wither to turn or run. "What a nice surprise." you heard him approach Mal. "Hi Harry" Mal said plainly.

You gulped and turned around. "Harry..." you chocked back tears. Harry immediately dropped the bad Villain act and soften when he saw you. "Y/N is that really you." You glanced at his neck and saw he was wear your necklace.

You nodded tears already falling from your face. "You look so beautiful. Even with that ugly clothes on." Harry said letting a single tear slip out his right eye. Harry couldn't help it, he didn't care who he was around he just missed you. You chuckled wiping your eyes and ran into his arms. He picked up and spinning you around causing the two of you to laughed a bit.

"So are you guys like a thing??" Mal asked confused. "No were just friends." You said not knowing that Harry was awake for that time you kissed him in his room. Harry nodded, "I just missed having her around because I don't get to do bad things anymore."

"Well Y/N I'd hate to ruin this little reunion of yours but I really need to get going," Mal said grabbing her things and turning to you and Harry, "you coming or are you staying." You turned to Harry.

"Go on Y/N I have duties to run for Uma and the crew but we'll catch up later I promise," he said kissing your forehead turning to walk towards the door.

"Wait Harry!" You stopped him as Harry turned, "hand it over." You held your hand out as he huffed giving you the money he stole from Dizzy. You handed her the cash as she stuck her tongue out at Harry and giggled away. You laughed and crossed your arms looking at Harry. "I told you not to steal from kids, It's rude." "Yea yea whatever." He chucked walking out.

You've literally only been in the Isle for about 7 hours and within those 7 hours Ben and the gang manage to figure out you and Mal have left. Also Ben got captured by Uma's crew.

You avoid Jay's stare when you walk towards the pirate ship getting ready for battle. You didn't feel like getting lectured by him. But you felt an arm pull up back "Why Y/N! Why did you leave! You didn't even say goodbye!" Screamed Jay causing the whole gang to stop and stare. You looked him. He never screamed at you unless it was necessary. "Because I didn't wanna pull you away from this life! You were so happy here and I don't belong in Auradon Jay I belong in the Isle. I'm different and I don't wanna change. Jay I love to be good but I have something here that more important than all that...I'm not happy in Auradon Jay." You looked at him and he soften a bit.

"It's like I blinked and you grew up. Your in love aren't you." Jay stared at you and you nodded slowly. "I'm so sorry Jay but this is where I belong and I rather be happy in this dump than miserable back in Auradon." Jay was a lost for words as he hugged you. "I don't wanna lose you and all this time I tried protecting you when you were the one protecting me." You hugged Jay back. "I'll always be your little sister I’m not going anywhere." You smiled pulling away "now let's get Ben back and kick some pirate butt."

You and Mal were standing in front of Uma. You glanced over at Harry who was holding Ben at the edge of the plank. The plan was to trick Uma with a fake wand, you however, weren't returning to Auradon. Harry didn't know that. Maybe that's why he was avoiding your gaze he looked anger then ever pushing Ben and taunting him. Mal handed Uma the wand as they let Ben go.

Let the war begin.

Everyone was sword fighting even you. I guess those fencing lessons weren't as stupid as you thought. Harry stepped in front of you and you fought. You can tell he was being really aggressive and you were confused.

"Harry what the hell is your problem!" You shouted noticing the moves he was using. You were dodging every head shot he aimed at you.

"You think you can just come to the Isle Y/N! Oh no!" He fought harder. "You left me and you gave me the worlds most hardest goodbye! I thought about u everyday for 6 months hoping you'd walk through the door and say 'Harry I'm home' but you left me waiting!" Harry shouted face red with rage.

You fought back a bit harder. 'Hardest goodbye' you thought, he wasn't even awake when you said goodbye. "Harry I did what I thought was best for me and Jay! Leaving you behind was the most thing I ever did!" You jumped as Harry sung her sword near your feet.

"No Y/N you kissed me that night! You told me you loved me! The minute you crawled through that window I spend sleepless nights thinking of you!!"

That's when it hit you. Harry was awake. He was awake the whole time and heard you. "Harry why didn't you say anything to me! Why didn't you say you loved me too! Why didn't you kiss back and wrapped me in your arms one more time!" You shouted angry that he didn't at least try to stop you from going.

Harry stopped and so did you as he stared at you with emotion in his eyes "because I wanted you to have a better life. I wanted you to find your 'Happily Ever After'. I wanted you to be happy even if that happiness doesn't include me."

You walked closer to him. "But when I saw you at Dizzy's dressed like a prefect Auradon girl I thought I made the right choice letting you go to start a new life. But when I hugged you I didn't wanna let you go." Harry admitted. You touched his face looking deep into his blue eyes. "You are my 'Happily Ever After'." You then locked lips with Harry. He immediately dropped his sword and wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. You both pulled away breathless.

After the battle was over you met Jay and the Gang at the limo. You hugged Jay once more. "I promise I'll be safe and call you every night okay" you quickly said with Harry by your side. "Take care of her please." Jay turned to Harry, "you hurt her I'll come back and kick your a-"

"Jay come on we gotta go!" Shouted Mal from the limo. "Don't worry mate I got her from here." Harry wrapped his arms around you. You waved at the gang and watch the limo drift off. You turned to Harry and wrapped you arms around his neck.

"What now Hook?" You smiled at him as you kissed his lips.

"We go home." Harry smiled and picked you up twirling you around.

A/N I love putting images of the outfits I feel really fit the character. Hope you guys don’t mind!! Enjoy (:

#harry hook imagine #harry x reader #harry hook #harry descendants #jay imagine #jay descendants #carlos imagine #carlos descendants #mal imagine #mal descendants #evie descendants #evie imagine #king ben #ben florian #ben descendants #descendants 2 #disney descendants #descendants rp

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inksmellsnice · 6 years

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Title: Blue Roses Rating: K+ Pairing: Jay/Nya Words: 1500 Summary: Jay reminisces as he and Nya head together into the future.

Nya and Jay (and Jay's ever-excited parents) had tossed around a lot of ideas, but one thing about the wedding was always a given: blue roses. A single blue rose pinned to Jay's light blue tuxedo. Nya, adorned in a deep red kimono, carrying a blue bouquet. Petals of blue roses cascaded down the white isle that separates the two as the bride enters the room and silences the chatter of friends and family.

Jay can't even hear the strings start to play – all of his senses are focused on staring at his about-to-be wife and telling himself not to faint. He thinks he hears Cole lean over and mutter something to him teasingly but it doesn't register.

Nya sees how smitten Jay looks and the hundreds of awed eyes staring at her and clings tighter to her bouquet to resist fiddling with her hair and destroying hours of work. She looks to the ground, to her brother smiling reassuringly, to Jay's parents grossly sobbing, before finally regaining to nerve to look up at Jay and smile as she reaches the altar and takes her place beside her fiancé.

Master Wu starts into a long diatribe they've rehearsed a dozen times, and the two ninja gaze into one another's eyes and think back to how they first met, and how they became a couple, and how they finally – after a great deal of soul-searching and turbulence and pirates – decided they wanted to spend their lives together.

"So, um, Nya! We've been together for a long time, right? Well, I mean, we weren't together again until kinda recently I guess, but when you add up the total amount of time we've been dating, it's been a pretty long time! And I was wondering if… well… Look, what I'm trying to say is… Oh, this is stupid."

"Yer telling me, kiddo," Ed commented.

"Oh, Ed!" Edna scolded, taking off her black "Nya" wig and scratching her head. A park made out of junk metal with Jay's mother standing in was hardly the optimal way to practice proposing, but it was the best idea the Walker family had. "The boy is doing his best! Nya is a strong, independent woman, after all. Of course he's nervous to ask her!"

"Well why should he be? Why, those two are as close as we are, don't ya know, and Jay's a smart young man! Any girl would be lucky to have him if he'd just show a little confidence!" Ed patted his boy on the back. "Ladies like a man with confidence, son. It makes them feel they'll be taken care of. There's no need for you to be scared; you love Nya, don't you?"

"Yeah, Dad, I just…" Jay looked around at his humble junkyard home. After the initial shock and high of learning he was also Jay Gordon, he'd realized that didn't really change as much about him and he would have liked it to. It didn't help that his biological father's dating advice had turned out to be a huge garbage fire; what Ed was saying was probably more practical but sure didn't sound as good. "I just… don't always know what she's thinking. First she liked me, then it seemed like she couldn't stand me for a while, and now we're back together, but I still don't really get what she sees in me."

"Oh, honey," Edna rested her hand on Jay's shoulder near Ed's, "she sees something about you that you don't even see in yourself! You need to put a little faith in her – you know very well she wouldn't stick around if she didn't really care about you."

"Right, listen to your mother, and just do what I did! You walk up to that girl, get on one knee, show her that fancy ring and your signature Jay smile, and confidently ask Nya to be the future Mrs. Walker!" Ed's eyes lit up. "In fact, I think I still have my old suit from when I asked this Mrs. Walker!" He gestured to Edna and then skipped off towards the trailer, rambling about it being good luck or something.

There was a pause while Edna and Jay waited for Ed to be out of earshot.

"…So how did Dad really ask you?"

"He choked on a chocolate covered strawberry while leading up to it. The ring box fell out of his pocket while I was giving him the Heimlich."

6PM. The end of the year was closing in, and Ninjago Central Park's trees were covered in snow and fairy lights. Dinner had thankfully come and gone without anybody needing a life-saving maneuver, and Jay stared ahead at Nya tightening the water-themed scarf Lloyd had given her for a recent holiday. It was like she could tell he had something to say and was giving him a little space to think, but he wondered from Nya's slightly dejected stance if she thought it was bad. Jay wanted to remedy that assumption before things could get anymore awkward.

"Uh, Nya…"

Nya turned and looked back at Jay. Her black hair was tied back into a bun with a few strands running playfully down in front of her face. She looked gorgeous with the backdrop of colored lights and snow and for a moment Jay, much like the first time they met, was unable to string together a coherent sentence. "I…" he choked out before clearing his throat, "Nya, you…"

"Is everything okay, Jay?" Nya took Jay's hand. It felt impossibly warm. "You've seemed off all day. It's like, I'm here with you, but you're not really here, you know?" She chuckled nervously. Jay joined her.

"Haha… sorry. I guess I'm just really nervous."

"About what?"

"About, well," he already had her hand in his; it was now or never. Jay reached his free hand into his pocket as he slid down onto one knee.

Literally slid. The sidewalk was slick with ice and he fell a bit too hard. Jay grabbed harder onto Nya's hand for stability and she almost tumbled down right after him, fumbling to catch her balance and keep up with the situation. By the time the two were stable, they'd gathered a fair amount of attention from passers-by.

"You okay Jay?!"

"Yeah, fine. Ow." He clutched the ring box tightly in his hand. "Nya, y-you mean the world to me. You make me so happy and I…" Something about looking at her as he spoke both managed to make him more nervous and know exactly what needed to be said. "…I was wondering if… hoping that… Nya…" he let go of Nya's hand so he could open the box and presented Nya with a handcrafted ring featuring red and blue stones.

"…Nya, will you marry me?"

Nya just stared at Jay for an uncomfortably long time (especially with the growing audience), but after that beat her face lit up in a grin. "Yes! Jay, yes! I… I'm…"

She bent over to kiss him and slipped. The engaged duo finally collapsed together onto the cold ground, laughing the whole way down.

"Oof!" Jay was snapped out of his memories by Cole elbowing him – his part was coming up.

"…Jay, do you take Nya to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Oh, yes! I mean, I do." Chuckling echoed through the crowded church and Jay turned beet red. Nya was among those giggling good-naturedly. Somewhere, there were fans watching this streamed online who would never let him live that down.

"And do you, Nya, take Jay to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Nya said, smiling over at Jay reassuringly. Jay's anxiety melted away.

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife." Wu smiled as he looked between his two students. "You may kiss."

Jay gulped and turned to Nya, reaching his arms towards her. He stared at his lovely bride with shaking hands hovering over her waist for a moment before Nya understandingly pulled him closer and their lips met. Ear-splitting cheers erupted (Ed and Edna could clearly be heard whooping it up amongst the cacophony) and Jay and Nya pulled apart after a long moment. Wu introduced them as a married couple the best he could over the cheering while the new family gazed at each other lovingly.

There would still be many adventures to come, and Jay and Nya still had a lot to learn about themselves and each other, but now they knew that no matter what, they could count on one another to be there through it all. As lovers, as best friends, and as part of a great team.

#ninjago #jaya #!one shot #i love q too much to lose you

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unstoppableforcce · 4 years

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what do we do now that it’s over ( 4 )

alt title: soft. like so soft

stormpilot/ Finnpoe !

for my recent Mandalorian content, here’s a brief interlude and possible last part to this fic, I can maybe promise an epilogue, we’ll see. anyways, here are my boys !

previous part | my Ao3

It stormed that night.

It had already started drizzling by the time Rey made it back, just in time for a silent dinner full of one-word responses to Kes as he inquired about their day trip. Rey managed out slightly longer answers, she seemed better than she was when they left her, but for the most part, she stayed just as quiet as they did.

By the time the lightning and whipping winds came with the storm, they were all settled in by the fire in the living room. Or at least, Kes, Rey, and Finn were, mindlessly playing cards while Poe did the best he could to turn the house and field down for the storm.

Kes offered to do it himself, but Poe volunteered before the suggestion even made it out of his lips. It was pouring, they could hear the rain as it pelted the windows and the wind as it shook the moderately unsuited house. Kes explained this was a particularly intense storm, that they didn’t get many of them.

Throwing down another card to end his hand in the game, Finn got to his feet and began to search out the windows for any sign of Poe. The eagerness at which he jumped for a role to separate himself from the group, it felt like he had felt since the second they got there, not like the realized Poe who sat by the stream and admitted he was suffering.

And now he was out fighting a storm or was trying to. Finn didn’t imagine he had been very successful.

Another burst of water hit against the side of the house with a splatter, but Finn only moved closer to the window, scanning the immediate radius of the front porch covered by the lights, but Poe was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t worried. Or maybe he was. He knew Poe could handle whatever it was, he just didn’t like the idea of it.

“Alright, I’m thinking of turning in for the night.” Kes stood onto his shaking legs with some help from Rey, grabbed one of the blankets from the couch and began back towards the bedroom by the kitchen. “That kid.” He cursed under his breath as he came up behind Finn, staring out into the darkness just as he was.

Finn watched him shake his head, waiting for something else, but there was nothing else. Kes just turned off towards his bedroom and carefully shut the door behind him.

“I think I’m going to head to bed too,” Rey smiled, still wrapped in her blanket. “You going to wait up?”

He nodded with a bite of his lip.

“He’s just trying to manage.” She filled in, walking up beside him and grabbing for his hand. “I imagine it’s pretty quiet for him now, without the fighting, he’s adjusting.”

Finn nodded along, giving her hand another squeeze. “I wish he’d ask for help.”

“I don’t know if he ever has needed to.” She shrugged, “He’s figured it all out on his own up until now.”

Her voice had a level of serenity to it that he didn’t know how to describe, but he felt the warmth she radiated spreading up his arm from where she held his hand. He almost wished he had stayed at the Force Tree, clearly she had picked something up from it that he had missed. But then again, he would never have let Poe walk back alone to stew by himself. They may have come back in silence, but there was a different silence to being alone with someone else.

“He’ll come around.” She gave a final squeeze to his hand and pulled away, heading up the stairs, blanket trailing behind her the whole way.

Whatever she had, he wanted some of it, that was for sure. He just didn’t know how to get it.

The only idea he had revolved around Poe, as many of his ideas did, even his bad ones. He walked back to the kitchen table and threw his jacket over his shoulders, tightening it up around his chest and heading back to the door.

The last few times he had tried this, Poe had turned him away and ignored his hand for help. Finn wasn’t going down without a fight this time. He wouldn’t leave him out there alone.

He took one deep breath in and stormed out into the blustering rain and wind. He scoffed out as soon as it hit his skin, the jacket made virtually no difference when it came down this hard. But he weathered it, he pulled the jacket tighter around him and stalked out through the mud, each step getting heavier and heavier as it weighed his boots down.

The beasts had retreated inside their small enclosures for protection from the storm, and even as the light from the porch radiated less and less the farther he got, there was always a strike of bright lightening to keep enough illuminated for him to keep moving forward.

Yet Poe was nowhere to be seen.

He kept down the path through the field, searching the best he could as the rain blurred his vision. The next crack of lightning seemed to come down even closer, and he jumped at the sound of it, but it was the light he needed to spot Poe at the end of the path. Back where they had turned onto the property, back near the road.

He was barely visible, bent over on the ground by the rock marking the start of the property which his surnames, but Finn knew it had to be him. As fast as his legs could carry him, he jogged out, trudging through large puddles when he had to, dragging all the mud in the world with him.

It didn’t matter, once he got closer and saw Poe wasn’t doing much moving, just sat next to the rock, he moved as fast as he could.

“Poe!” He shouted as he cut through the corner of the field. His voice was mauled by the storm, he didn’t know why he bothered. The lightning struck down with thunder five times the volume of the previous strikes. He tried again but it was useless. He just had to get there.

He knelt by his side, pushing the poncho from his face and for a brief second, he didn’t even seem conscious. Not until he gave his shoulders a shake and woke him up from whatever trance he had been in.

“Poe!” He shouted again, right in his face so he couldn’t be drowned out by the raging storm.

The water droplets danced along his lashes as he blinked, just shaded enough by the poncho to keep the rain from drenching his face, but his curls were wet, clinging to his skin.

“What are you doing out here!” Poe shouted back as soon as he realized where he was, and that Finn was out there with him. “You shouldn’t be out here.”

“What are you doing out here?” Finn fought, trying to look him over but Poe pushed his hands away gently.

“I was checking the flooding.”

Given that the small gouge in the dirt between them in the field had been a literal river Finn needed to jump over, he could pretty confidently say that the flooding was bad. But that didn’t explain why he had just been sat there, unmoving, as the storm fell over him.

“I was.” Poe defended before Finn even got the chance to argue. He reached up, dragging mud across his face as he rubbed his brow and pushed his sopping curls back from his eyes.

Finn couldn’t help but laugh, his hair was getting too long. So was his beard, though he imagined at the moment, the overgrown stubble was keeping him somewhat warmer than Finn’s recently shaved face was keeping him.

“We should head back inside.” Finn offered his hand.

Poe stared at it, his hand raised slightly as if he was going to grab it but it fell back down as his gaze did the same.

“Poe!” Finn shouted again over the storm but got no response.

When he crouched back down, he could see the tears. The rain couldn’t hide them, they were distinctly pooling in his eyes and streaming from the side. There was a sob caught in his body, he clenched his lips, refusing to let it out. Finn dropped both of his hands out to his knees and just held them there gently, not knowing what else he could do.

“I’m sorry.” The words broke free with the sob into his lap, his whole body shuddered with it, he couldn’t even manage to look back at Finn. “I’m- I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Finn pressed, holding tight to his knees and not moving away as Poe’s weak hands tried to shoo him off. He dipped his head, trying to search his face but Poe just pulled away.

He pulled his head all the way away and ripped the poncho hood the rest of the way off, reaching to tug on his nose and sniffle at the same time.

Finn only wanted to move closer.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” Finn fought but Poe fought harder, standing up and getting himself completely out of his grip.

“I can’t be what you want me to be!” He finally broke, rubbing his palms over his eyes and turning away, only stumble into a puddle. He tripped into it, falling into it with a splash just as another crack of lightning hit.

He tried to get himself up on his own, but Finn was by his side in a matter of seconds, not afraid to kneel in the water and pull him up. Poe tried to fight it, but he kept his grip until Poe was back onto his feet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Finn shouted back, grabbing him by the shoulders and refusing to let him turn away, to wiggle from his grasp. “Who do you think I want you to be?”

Poe scoffed, the water on his lips shooting out towards Finn as he held him close. He tried to look away, but Finn fought to stay a constant in his line of sight. He wanted to understand. He wanted to help.

“I don’t have any of it figured out!” Poe shouted back, hitting his hands away firmly then wiping over his face futilely like he could stop the downpour from drenching him by the second, it was like trying to fight upstream of a river. “None of it. Any of it.”

“What does that matter to me!”

“I’m not that dashing resistance pilot anymore. I’m not a general. I’m not anything.” Poe cursed out, stamping into the ground with nowhere else to direct his anger.

Finn froze as he heard him, he let him pull away and fume, he just listened.

“I can barely manage around here, and my dad needed me here and I wasn’t here. The fields are flooded and the Belkan is wet and freezing- And I- I – The fence fell down and I can’t- I just-” Poe flooded out, constantly pulling back on his hair.

“Poe-”

“I can’t do any of it. I’m not a pilot anymore. I’m not resistance, I’m not a farmer. I’m nothing.”

“That’s not true-”

He scoffed, finally turning back to him and shaking his head. “Don’t lie to me-”

“I wouldn’t ever do that.” Finn fought, equally as angry now as he shouted back his way. “Not to you.”

Poe couldn’t manage out a response, he just stuttered into the rain as Finn stepped up, a crack of lightening sounding off behind him.

“I don’t care what title you go by. I don’t care if you’re resistance or republic, if you’re a general or a farmer or none of the above, none of that matters.” Finn screamed now to be heard over the downpour. “None of that is you.”

“I’m not-”

“You don’t have to be anything but yourself.” Finn sighed, stepping one final step to grab him again. “You think I’m not terrified that it’s over? That I’m not anything? You think I haven’t considered the fact that I have nothing.”

Poe couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, he let Finn keep him steady and shout at him, he was desperate for every word, blinking through the rain to ensure he never lost sight of him.

“I don’t have a family home. I don’t have a name, a people, nothing! All I have are you and Rey. And if you don’t think that terrifies me, then you’ve got no idea. Because I’m just as scared as you are.”

The two of them stood just taking heavy breaths and holding a stare as the rain began to fall silent around them. They couldn’t tell whether or not it was actually dying down or neither of them cared enough to notice it anymore. Their focus remained solely on each other.

“You have to let me in. I need you to not just run off on me. I need you and you can’t just shut me out. Because I have nothing besides you.” Finn held tight on his shoulders, squeezing with each word. “You need to be you because I need you.”

In realizing just how loud he had gotten, how tight he held him, how close he had pulled him, Finn stepped back, releasing his grip and wiping the water off his face. The rain really was dying down, just a light sprinkle falling around them now.

But Poe remained frozen, in shock, in amazement, in a hundred emotions all culminating in his chest at once. He didn’t know what to do.

His heart did though.

He recovered the step Finn had taken away and grabbed him by the front of the jacket he had given him, pulling him back in close and bringing his head up to his, pressing his lips against his without a second more of hesitation. He was done waiting, and with everything that had just been said, he wasn’t afraid of it anymore.

Finn reacted just as easily, grabbing for his face and keeping him held in tight as he kissed back. It wasn’t soft, it was furious, everything the two had just shouted at each other playing out on their lips as they kissed, too desperate for the warmth to pull away.

Their faces drenched, they didn’t know if they had stood there for minutes or hours before Poe eventually pulled back to catch his breath.

“I’ve never needed anyone, I- If I-” Poe muttered against his lips, refusing to open his eyes, afraid that if he did it would all melt away. “Everyone I’ve ever needed, my mom… Leia… Snap…”

“I’m not going anywhere. Poe.” He spoke slowly, dipping his head in for one soft final kiss. “Except maybe inside because it’s cold and-”

Poe didn’t let him get that far, he pulled him right back in.

Maybe he did need help, maybe he did need someone to share the load. Maybe he needed him.

He was starting to realize, as he pressed his lips against Finn’s, that maybe he was okay with that.

#stormpilot #finnpoe #finn x poe #poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #A Long Trip Home

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dimensionhoppingrose · 7 years

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Illusions of the Sunlight (Oneshot)

Title: Illusions of the Sunlight Rating: K+ Pairing: Rose Tyler/Tenth Doctor, implied Rose Tyler/Ninth Doctor (all human) Summary: Everyone always thinks death is the end. Unfortunately, the death can’t always leave until the living let them go.

Notes: This....this is just angst. I’m sorry. This is pure angst.

Listen to this song to get the full effect.

WARNING: Character death. So much character death.

James gritted his teeth as he listened to the funeral director hassling his wife, trying to get her to buy the six-thousand pound coffin. It would be so much better, he was saying, and James wanted to punch him. Who was he to take advantage of a poor, mourning woman?

“Listen, bub,” Donna cut in. “We gave you our budget and this coffin wasn't in it, so move on.”

James had never been more grateful for his sister than he was in that moment. He watched her drag Rose off, the hapless funeral director sputtering and trying to keep up.

Poor idiot didn't know what hit him when Donna Noble walked through his door.

He had been dead for days, and everyone knew it. Everyone except Rose. He had stood off to the side and watched her argue uselessly with his mother, demanding that they keep him on life support for just a little longer. He could still recover, she insisted.

It was an odd feeling, standing next to his own, prone body (broken and useless), and watching Rose fight to keep him alive. He wasn't quite dead – he was still sitting here, tied to his body. He couldn't move on as long as Rose was holding on to him.

And he was strangely okay with that. He didn't want to move on.

“Rose, listen to me.” Donna had stepped in to take over when Sylvia had failed. James knew Donna would succeed. She was harsh, but gentle when she needed to be. “You know Jamie wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want to be kept alive by machines. He's gone. He's not going to recover.”

And that was when Rose finally snapped, breaking down sobbing in Donna's arms. It took her another hour to finally sign the forms and let James go.

And it took another hour after that for his body to finally die. As soon as his heart stopped beating he was swept away...

But of course, that hadn't been the end. He'd reappeared in his the bedroom he'd shared with Rose for so many years, watching helpessly as she cried into one of his shirt. He had reached out to touch her, only to be horrified when his hand had gone right through her. He wasn't sure what else he had been expecting – he was dead, he could hardly comfort her.

He was dead. That was weird.

And he had been following Rose ever since, unable to get away from her. Not that he would have wanted to – he had promised he would never leave Rose and he had meant that. He was literally tied to her, though. He couldn't leave her side for even a moment – whatever cosmic forces were controlling this mess compelled him to follow her at all times.

This was probably Hell. Not that James had ever believed in such a thing. But if there had to be a Hell, following Rose through her mourning was probably it.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Rose, sweetheart, come on. You can't keep his stuff forever.”

If anyone knew what it was like to bury a husband far too early, it was Jackie Tyler. And James honestly respected what she was trying to do for Rose.

Rose... didn't respect it as much.

“He's been dead for a month, Mum.”

“I'm not trying to set you up on a date, I just think it's time to pack up his clothes. You can donate them. People always need clothes.”

“I don't want to do this.”

“I know you don't, love.” Jackie's voice was soft. “I know you want to keep his stuff forever. So did I. But your grandmother came over and started packing all of your dad's stuff without even asking me. At least I'm giving you a choice.”

Rose curled tighter around the shirt clutched in her fingers. She had been sleeping with it every night, clinging to it like a small child would cling to a teddy bear.

It was hard to watch.

“You don't have to get rid of every single thing. Let's just start with his clothes for now, yeah?”

Rose let out a shuddering sigh, finally rolling out of bed and shoving the shirt under her pillow, making it clear that that wasn't going. Jackie didn't argue.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Sometimes she had nightmares. Those were the hardest times. During the day she could call her mother, or a friend, or Donna, and have someone to comfort her. And James didn't feel quite as bad for not bein able to help.

At night she was alone. And there was nothing James could do.

He wasn't sure what the nightmares were about, but he could guess it was the accident. How she had gotten out of it relatively unscathed – some busted ribs and a broken leg – James would never understand. The physical damage would heal fine.

The psychological damage... not so much.

“JAMES!” She screamed a she shot awake, tears already streaming down her cheeks. James reached out automatically touch her, pausing right before he touched her. Sometimes he forgot, and didn't stop until his hand had already gone through her.

He hated that.

Rose curled up tight in bed, sobbing into her knees. “Come back...” She whispered. “Please come back... come back...”

“I'm right here,” James said in response to her pleas. “I'm here, Rose. I'm right here. See me, please see me, I'm here see me...”

But of course, she couldn't.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Why don't you come over dinner?”

It wasn't quite a suggestion, and if Rose had been paying attention she would have heard Donna's tone. James certainly did.

Rose didn't care, though. “No thanks,” she mumbled, and Donna sighed.

“Rose... you know he wouldn't–”

“It doesn't really matter what he wouldn't want, does it Donna?” Rose snarled, whilring to glare at her sister-in-law. “He's gone, so his opinion doesn't count for jack, does it?”

Donna, to her credit, didn't instantly snap back. James was grateful for that. “It's been seven months, Rose,” she said quitely. “You can't lock yourself in the house and mourn forever.”

“Go away.” Rose's voice was harsh in a way James had never heard it before. It hurt. So much. Donna sighed again, shoulders falling.

“Alright, Rose.”

She left. James knew that wasn't the end of it, but Donna usually knew how to pick her battles. Rose was shaking as she stormed into the living room, locking the door with more force than what was necessary. She started back to the kitchen, pausing when she walked by their wedding photo, hanging on the wall. They had been so happy that day.

It seemed cruel now.

“I hate you!”

James jumped as Rose screamed, ripping the photo off the wall and hurling it across the room. The frame shattered against another wall, and for a moment James could just stare.

“You... PROMISED!”

Another picture – this one from their honeymoon – was taken and thrown, going right through his head before it hit the wall.

“You said you would never leave!”

Another photo flew, and James had a very bad feeling about their photo wall.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” A photo with each I hate you, glass and wood shattered, and James could only watch, helpless, as she destroyed photo after photo.

She probably needed this. It had been building it up for a while. She needed the release.

It still hurt to watch.

It took nearly ten minutes for Rose to tire herself out. She had grabbed another photo off the wall, but this time she paused to stare at it, breathing heavily. It was of them, of course – the day they had moved into this house. The house they were supposed to live in together, forever.

“I hate you...” She whispered, shaking. She collapsed against the wall, holding the photo tight to her chest, and she slid down to the floor. “I hate you... I miss you... god I miss you...”

“I miss you too,” James said quietly, kneeling beside her. “I miss you too, Rose. I miss you so much. I'm so sorry.”

She couldn't hear him. He didn't know why he was even talking.

He was useless.

Eventually Rose dragged herself off the floor, still crying as she called Jackie. Jackie, god bless her, came right over, and didn't question the destruction at all. She simply made some tea and set to work with cleaning up the glass, salvaging the photos from the wreckage.

“I never really hated you,” James told Jackie as he watched her. “I think you knew that, though. I hope you knew that.”

He'd had plenty of differences with his mother-in-law. But he had never hated her. Jackie sighed as she looked at the pictures in her hands.

“You idiot.”

“Oi! I take it back, I do hate you!”

But there were tears in Jackie's eyes. She wiped them away quickly, letting out a shuddering breath. “Idiot,” she said again as she finished cleaning up the glass, and this time James heard the affectionate note in her voice.

“Love you too, Jackie.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Jackie sort-of lovingly forced Rose to go to a grief group after that. She was... not pleased, at first, and refused to talk for the first few sessions. James didn't blame her. He probably wouldn't have spoken either if someone had forced him to go to a group like this.

He was proud of her when she finally started opening up, though. She even made a few friends who dragged her out to eat after the sessions.

And that seemed to be exactly what she needed. She finally took Donna up on one of her numerous offers for dinner, and started going out with her friends again, a little by little.

It was taking time. Small steps. But she was making progress. And James loved her so much.

“There's this new doctor, I think you'd like him,” Martha said thoughtfully, sipping her tea.

“I don't think so, Martha.” It had been a year and four months. Jackie had been pushing Rose to date again. She didn't want to, though. She didn't think she was ready.

James wasn't sure he was ready, either.

“Just give it one chance,” Martha said. “Go on. What could it hurt?”

Rose sighed shakily. “Fine. Just... just for coffee or something. Fine.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

James was trying very, very, very hard not to be jealous. He knew he couldn't keep Rose to himself forever – he was dead, she was alive, and she did need to move on.

But god, it was hard to watch.

“Rose?”

He gritted his teeth as a rather tall man in a leather jacket approached the table. He was certainly more built than James, and his hair was cropped. Rose smiled as she stood, holding a hand out to him.

“John, right? Nice to meet you.”

James was stunned when his vision started to go black – just like it had when he had finally died. He was fading away again.

And something told him it was for good this time.

“I love you,” he whispered as he watched Rose and John sit down. “Be happy. Please.”

And then he was gone.

#ficandchips #dwau #dwfic #dw fic #Sam's Writing #character death tw #Yeah it was Nine at the end

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The Force Awakens

Almost 4 years ago, I started my Star Wars rewatch by watching the original series in preparation to watch the Force Awakens. Then I rewatched the prequels before The Last Jedi. And now I’m seeing Rise of Skywalker on Sunday, so it’s time to rewatch the 2 other sequels.

I’ve rewatched the Force Awakens a couple of times since I first saw it, so it should still be fresh in my mind. As for the Last Jedi, I have not been able to bring myself to watch that one because of the ending. Not because I hated it, I loved it, but because it hurts.

Also, this gives me a distraction so I don’t get spoiled for Rise of Skywalker. Again. Can’t believe I’ve been spoiled twice already in just 2 days... luckily it was the same spoiler twice. One that was vague and I hoped it wasn’t right, but then the other one was a gif of the scene so now I know it’s true. Ugh...

This is super long and I apologize in advance.

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...” I didn’t see the Force Awakens in theaters. I saw it at home nearly a year later (after getting spoiled for all major plot points during that year). So I can’t IMAGINE the pure joy that people felt when they got to see the opening title crawl for the first time in 10 years. I wish I had seen it in theaters. Ok. I don’t like that I can’t pause Disney+ with the spacebar like other streaming sites let me... or maybe it’s just my computer. ANYWAY. I forgot that the opening crawl literally says “Skywalker, the last Jedi” in it, accidentally telling us the title of the next movie. Yeah so I can already tell I’ll be pausing every like 2 seconds. But I love this opening shot of a ship blocking out a MOON. Oh and NOW the spacebar works to pause. One of those stormtroopers is Finn. Awww. BB8! I didn’t realize he’s (they’re?) the first character we see (that we know is an important character since at this point we don’t really know which stormtrooper is Finn). Poe! Giving a message to a droid... so I know we like to think of Poe as the Han of the sequel trio... but honestly he’s the Leia. Yeah I mean... a friend (or at least co-worker) smearing their blood on your face with their hand as they die is definitely traumatizing enough to make you rethink your life. Finn, I don’t blame you. I started this scene like “Oh we’re gonna get the Knights of Ren and Kylo freezing the blaster ray using the Force” then I got so into the scene that I forgot Kylo was going to show up at all.

It’s not a Star Wars rewatch if my grandma doesn’t call and interrupt at least once. This time it was right as Kylo came out of the ship.

Kylo’s powerful. I’ll give him that. Holding that blaster ray for as long as he's about to. I love Poe looking back at it. Poe’s first lines to Kylo are joking about who gets to talk first, when Kylo’s literally still holding a blaster ray in midair and knows Poe has the map he wants. And people say “General Hugs” during a battle was out of character. GENERAL PHASMA! GWENDOLINE MY QUEEN! Poor baby Finn. [BB8 moans softly] BB8 NO DON’T CRY. Oh poor Finn. But yay first time we see his face! It just hit me that now I’m the same age/older than John and Daisy when they filmed this... great.... AND REY! I remember when we first saw footage of her climbing around, I said to my dad “I think that’s supposed to be Han and Leia’s daughter.” So far I’m wrong. I’ve been holding out hope for years that maybe just maybe there will be a twist and I’m right. I’m fine with her parents being nobodies, but I kind of want to be right. I’m probably not. The scale of that ship behind her... The shot of her speeding across the desert has such... original trilogy vibes. It never registered to me that Rey has some wilting flowers. That brings new meaning to the “so much green” scene later... Awwww the practical effect bread... Ok. I’m being nit picky, but they drained it just a split second too early. If it’d drained just a millisecond later, it would have been perfectly timed with the inflation of the bread. But that’s just me nitpicking for no reason. It’s an impressive effect. “Classified? Me too. Big secret.” LOL even at the time I knew the fandom was making a big fuss about that line for nothing. Too on the nose for it to truly be a big secret she’s keeping from the world. I figured she meant it was a big secret to her. Of course... then people got mad that they wasted their time analyzing that... it’s their own fault really. I forgot that they actually eventually get the location of the map out of Poe. Oh and hi General Hugs! “This is a rescue. I’m helping you escape.” Yep Poe is Leia. She was initially being rescued, but then ends up having to help rescue her rescuer(s) while they’re trying to rescue her. “Because it’s the right thing to do.” If Finn was raised as a stormtrooper, even just to work in sanitation, he wouldn’t necessarily have a moral compass since he wouldn’t know what’s right... at this point I think he just knows he doesn’t like killing... Like how Zuko didn’t realize he wasn’t good because he was taught something else was good. (YES. Finn is closer to Zuko) “You need a pilot” “I need a pilot” Ok see so it’s not necessarily what’s right, but he knows this is how he can get out. Sorta selfish, but not really. Oooooh yeah! It’s Thomas Brodie-Sangster! Forgot he was in this. Wilhelm Scream! Poe naming Finn. Aww. Ok see. How does Kylo know Finn’s identification? Did he ask Phasma “who was the one with the blood on his helmet?” right after they got back on the ship? Because otherwise, he’d have no way to tell them apart in that moment, I don’t think they have their names on their armor unless I never noticed, and even then Kylo would be too far away to read it. There’s a picture of little baby Finn... he was so young when the First Order took him (I assume they took him, I’d hate it if his parents sent him there) OH WOW. ANOTHER WOMAN! Oh and it’s whats-her-face, she was in Deathly Hallows Part 1. (IMDB says Kate Fleetwood) See, back in the day the Empire had no women in their ranks. This is the only thing the First Order is doing right, equal opportunity to be a space Nazi. I forgot that the wreckage gets sucked into the sand... that sucks. Here’s where Poe would have died if Oscar hadn’t been so charismatic. Also, do we ever find out how he survived this? I forgot about the explosion afterwards that just adds insult to injury. Was that necessary? Was that supposed to be funny? If it was, why are people criticizing the Last Jedi’s humor if this moment tries to make us laugh at a character dying... I hope that wasn’t meant to be funny... My poor baby... stranded on a strange desert planet... alone... with the First Order looking for him... I love this giant hippo thing. I want one.

Whiny fanboys: Rey’s a Mary Sue! She can’t know how to fight already! Rey: *Been fighting creeps at the market since she was born*

And I love how she caught Finn. Oh nooo BB8 no don’t cry! Finn, babe, why would you just tell Rey about the map!? Babe! I get that you want to seem reliable and credible, but baby! No! The way Rey was sort of horrified by Finn holding her hand... makes me really wonder what she’s been through. “Stop taking my hand!” Aww and how she offers her hand to him. “The garbage will do” Oh how I wish I hadn’t been spoiled that that was the Millennium Falcon reveal. But that line did create a meme so that’s fun. Wow the Millennium Falcon has been through a LOT. That dramatic zoom in as they fly into the ship (I’m sorry, I do not have ship names memorized) was very Torchwood. The sudden, almost shaky and unnecessary zoom. That upside down shot though. Amazing. And also terrifying. “You’re ok. He’s with the Resistance” *BB8 gives Finn a pointed look* I am DEAD. Oh and the Powerpoint style transitions between scenes. Very necessary. Vital to every Star Wars movie. Kylo. You’re like 30. You should not still have temper tantrums. Grow up. Awww BB8. The internal battle. Followed by the thumbs up. Adorable. Literally for a second I was like “How could the First Order override the controls of the Millennium - HAN!!!!” HAN AND CHEWIE!!!!! I will never forget watching the Force Awakens trailer for the first time with my dad, and nearly sobbing over “Chewie... we’re home.” Also what the hell, Chewie has been through SO MUCH and he’s STILL around! He was protecting Yoda in Revenge of the Sith! And then ends up enslaved and being fed people before Han meets him in Solo!?!?!? What?!?!?!? AND had a whole family before all of that!?!??!?!?!?

Also, watching Solo and realizing that Chewie’s been forced to eat people literally shattered my heart into a billion pieces. I wanted to cry seeing him covered in that mud and trying to kill Han.

Aww, Han and Chewie know the hiding places. I’m not even a third of the way through and I’ve written way too much.

Finn: Han Solo, the Rebellion general? Rey: No, the smuggler! Finn: Wasn’t he a war hero? Chewie: *Grunts and shrugs ‘I don’t know’*

That says so much about all of their characters. Oh god the 12 parsecs thing. I was legitimately MAD when I was watching Solo and realized that they had actually figured out a way to make the 12 parsecs thing make sense. That they actually solved and fixed George Lucas’ mistake, when he was literally just trying to find a cool word and didn’t care about the actual meaning. I am still so angry they managed to fix it in a way that made sense. I started raging once I realized that they were doing it. Awww Han in the cockpit. Ok Finn there you go again, telling everyone about the map to Luke. You’re lucky that Han’s one of the few people it’s good to tell. It could have gone so wrong with Rey. That subtle Binary Sunset piercing my heart. Hey it’s that kid from that Eaters of Light episode of Doctor Who. And when I watched that episode I was like hey it’s that kid from the Force Awakens. He looks familiar to me, but those are the only two things I’ve seen him in. “I got a bad feeling about this” He said the thing! Yeah the Rathtars are gross. Aww and he grabbed her hand again to run. I just noticed that they made the camera lens blurry on the edge, like some of the goo got on it. “That was lucky.” Rey’s so modest. I forgot that they hyperspeeded through the Rathtar... also did that happen in the original series too or am I just remembering it wrong? Anyway, Admiral Holdo did it best. 2nd mention of the last Jedi. Also, LOL remember when everyone was theorizing who Snoke was? My favorite theory was that he was Mace Windu. That was a WILD conspiracy theory. “In the hands of your father... Han Solo.” Oh the dramatic reveal. Awww BB8 running away from Chewie’s roar. Awwww the hologram game! And it’s still stop motion! “It’s true. The Force. The Jedi. All of it.” I forget what video I was watching, but they pointed out that this was Han’s arc. Learning to believe in the Force. I guess in that way, he has a satisfying ending. “I didn’t know there was this much green in the whole galaxy” I remember people saying that Han’s face is basically him thinking ‘...oh no... looks like I gotta adopt this kid.’

...It’s hitting me that we’re going to see Leia in this movie... and I’m gonna be emotional...

...AM I JUST NOW REALIZING THAT CHEWIE’S STRAP OVER HIS CHEST IS A STRAP TO A BAG? I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST TO HOLD AMMO OR SOMETHING?!?!? I’ve been a Star Wars fan for HOW many years and I’m just noticing this?!!? Also, in an alternate universe, Han survives and Rey goes off with him and Chewie and they have smuggling adventures and everyone’s happy and alive. Catina music by Lin Manuel! Yay! WOLFMAN! THEY PUT THE WOLFMAN IN THIS! WOW. Look at them shading George Lucas’s rerelease edits. ...Ok so Maz is definitely Force sensitive if she knew Han was there right away, right? Also, Maz is an example of how before Rose Tico and whoever Naomi plays in RoS (I will not google her character name because I know I will get spoiled), we very rarely see AND hear women of color, we get just one or the other. They’re either in the background with no lines or playing a character that isn’t a human if they have lines. The only exception coming to mind is the Queen of Naboo who took over after Padme, Jamillia. Ok I forgot that the lady who rats them out to the First Order actually gets a line and isn’t painted green, so good for her! I love her costume too. Too bad she’s evil.

See. We hear the breathing of Vader, because Ani is so done with his idiot grandson worshipping him that he’s sighing in defeat in the afterlife. Ani needs to Force Ghost himself over to Kylo and be like “DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT WHEN I THREW A SITH LORD DOWN A HOLE THAT IT MEANT I WAS TURNING AGAINST THE DARK SIDE? DID THAT GO OVER YOUR HEAD? DID MY ENTIRE CHARACTER ARC GO OVER YOUR HEAD??” Please, what I want most from the Rise of Skywalker (besides making sure Leia gets the proper send off she deserves) is Hayden coming back as a Force Ghost and knocking some sense into Kylo.

Oh Finn. The captions tell us who was talking during the vision... and there WAS a lot of Obi-Wan dialogue... Also poor Rey. She probably definitely remembers her parents, but just blocked it out. Now. If after the endless lines of soldiers, the podium with a giant red and black flag behind it, and the arms rising up still make the space Nazi thing go over your head... then we just can’t help you anymore. HEY! WAS THAT WHATSHERFACE?!? Ghost from Ant-Man and the Wasp? Was that her? Yes! IMDB says it was Hannah John-Kamen! Look at you girl! Too bad you’re evil too. Ok. I will admit that I blanked out for General Hugs’ speech because who wants to listen to a space Nazi. But, has the Star Destroyer been mentioned before this point in the movie? Because I literally can’t remember. If Hugs said it then I probably let my mind wander. Oh and I do appreciate these two dudes who were like “Yeah sure Finn, come with us, work for a bit, and we’ll help you get far away” and were going to let Finn come along with them. They seem nice. Also. Here’s the girl who’s not Freema Ageman. Not every black girl is Martha Jones. The entire internet was like “Martha was in Star Wars!” then I watched the movie and I was like “...that literally was not Freema what are you all on about?” IMDB says she’s Maisie Richardson-Sellers, she’s also in Legends of Tomorrow, which is something I do hope to watch one day. So good for her. The ion engines sounded like the TARDIS for a split second and I was VERY confused. “How did you get that?” “A good question for another time.” Ok JJ you gotta stop with all these unanswered questions that you pose. I get that that’s your thing. And that you have some term for it. But there’s too many now. This one better get answered in Rise of Skywalker. That behind the back shot though. I’m convinced Han’s Force sensitive too. Not even convinced, I think it’s canon. LOL remember when everyone named that stormtrooper who recognized Finn TR-8R.

Finn: *Manages to function using a lightsaber even though he’s only trained with blasters* Fanboys: *Silence* Rey: *Fights with a lightsaber well since she’s fought with sticks her whole life and it’s a similar concept* Fanboys: MARY SUE! SHE CAN’T BE THAT GOOD THAT FAST!

Oh my god it’s the Resistance FINALLY. POE!!!! Yes, I did just scream “Poe!!” out loud. Now, I’m not sure where these forest scenes were filmed, but if you told me the same forest where half of Merlin’s forest scenes were filmed then I would not be shocked. Merlin had some scenes in a similarly narrow trench/valley/pathway/thing. No but seriously, yes the plants look like they’re more tropical than whatever forest Merlin filmed in in the UK, but the trench looks so similar. Oh god the second we saw Leia I froze. And then Leia’s Theme played and I had a sad smile. And then C-3PO popped up and I laughed. Awwww. I love C-3PO so much. There’s so much that body language can convey. Oh no. While watching Finn and Poe reunite, I suddenly remembered that fanedit that put Helpless from Hamilton as the background of the scene. And i laughed. Oh 2015. When all we cared about was Star Wars and Hamilton. That lip bite. Oscar stop it. Billie Lourd! So I’ve realized over the years that R2D2 kind of sucks. Not that I don’t love him. But he spends the entire original trilogy lying by omission, when he could have just told them everything he knew from the prequels (since he WITNESSED everything and didn’t have his memory erased like 3PO did). And now, he just sits back while everyone scrambles to find Luke and does nothing, WHEN HE HAS THE ANSWER. Yes. I get that it’s deeper than that. But still. It’s funny to think that R2 just wants to sit back and watch the drama unfold while not telling anyone that Vader is Luke’s dad or that he has Luke’s map. (Unless I’m remembering it incorrectly and R2 doesn’t have it. If that’s the case R2 gets a pass this one time.) [It wasn’t the case, R2 doesn’t get a pass] “It is very doubtful that R2 would have the rest of the map in his backup data.” C-3PO are you sure? Because I’m not. I think low-power mode means R2 wants to relax and watch the soap opera that is Star Wars unfold. “There’s still light in him, I know it.” For your sake Leia, I hope there is too. But Kylo is going to need a hell of a redemption arc in tRoS. See, and I can’t remember when I found this out, but the ashes that he puts his helmet in are the ashes of people he’s killed. Kylo Ren SAVES the ashes. He has a TUB of them in his office. What is WRONG with him!??! Yeah so him reading her mind about the ocean was just plain creepy. I just... don’t understand Reylo shippers. “You. You’re afraid... that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader.” And he’s right to be afraid! Ani eventually had the strength to turn himself around! Kylo Ren could never! I won’t believe it till I see it! And even then I might not believe it! I think that people forget that Kylo’s supposed to be like 30 years old. I will say that Adam plays the role in this first movie like Kylo’s very young with a hint of a tiny possibility that he feels like he’s in over his head. Really he only plays it that way when the helmet’s off. So I get that he seems younger, but Adam was like 30 when he filmed this too. So why do so many fans coddle Kylo when he’s a grown man? A grown man who’s killing people. After a certain point, you can’t blame Luke or his parents or Snoke... if the guy is literally worshipping his grandfather and ignoring the fact that even Ani turned back to the light side... then the guy has issues. Rey failed twice before getting the Jedi mind trick right. Also, I love that Daisy’s face kind of sorta softened with less fear before she said the command and got it right. I’ve seen the scene of the stormtroopers literally going “Nope” and turning away from Kylo’s tantrum many times over the years, but I didn’t realize that Kylo screams “GUARDS” as he does it until I saw the caption just now. So not only are the stormtroopers like “I don’t want to get into that” they’re like “Let’s act like we didn’t hear him scream for us and let someone else get into that.” Which is even more hilarious. Ok it’s Starkiller not Star Destroyer. Whatever. I was close. But I knew that Luke’s last name was originally Starkiller, so I honestly should have guessed Starkiller in the first place. Whatever. Hey Admiral Akbar! The guy talking about the thermal oscillator looks familiar... was he in Night Shift... IMDB says he’s Ken Leung and yes he was in the Night Shift! Good for him! Awww that was the last time Han and Leia ever saw each other... “That’s not how the Force works.” The captions are telling me that the stormtroopers Rey is hiding from are just talking about how much their new weapons suck. That’s hilarious. “Is there a garbage shoot? Trash compactor?” Oh Han, I see what you did there. Wow, I didn’t notice that the walls of the base are rock, that it’s literally built INTO the planet. Awwwww Finn gave Rey his jacket! I was thinking she must be cold in just a t-shirt after living in a desert. Because I rewatched the last half of RotJ after Force Awakens, I was able to realize that this scene of Han and Chewie planting the bombs was a reference to RotJ, but only because of watching Force Awakens earlier that day. Really, I should have gotten the reference the other way around. “We’ll meet back here.” NOOOOO BUT YOU WON’T. THIS IS THE LAST TIME! Wait, did we not know his name was Ben before this? Was that the moment we all realized he was named after Obi-Wan? (Also, never really got that since Han and Leia knew Obi-Wan for only a couple of days at most... but whatever) Chewie keep going! Keep going and planting bombs while they’re distracted by Han! Come on! Ok I wanted to mention it earlier, but there was a lightbeam hitting Kylo when Snoke’s hologram disappeared, and that was after Snoke told him to be careful of going back to the light. Now as Han walks towards Kylo, there’s another lightbeam. It’s all very literal, but still. I like it. UH OH. I forgot about the light from the sun going away. Now Kylo’s literally in the darkness. We’re getting super literal now. (Also, I now realize that Poe’s line of “As long as we have the light we have a chance” was also a on-the-nose reference to light vs. dark and not just exposition about stopping the Starkiller, though it was also exposition.) I like to think that Han sorta knew that Kylo would kill him, and that he hoped it would eventually lead him to the light in some way and be worth it. But wow seeing Han fall hurts. OH AND LEIA. I FORGOT ABOUT LEIA KNOWING IMMEDIATELY AND JUST SINKING DOWN. OH I HURT. See. Finn’s literally just using a lightsaber like any other sword. Just hit your target with it. Because anyone can do that. Yes Rey! Summon that lightsaber! Earn that Binary Sunset! Trench run. Because Star Wars. Ok I gotta replay all of that because I was too busy getting lost in my mind about something and got distracted. Why is the Starkiller base falling apart? Ok got it, Poe hit a bunch of stuff that exploded. Cool.

Ok see. Some of the fans think fighting with a lightsaber is like a integral part of being one with the Force and being a Jedi. But literally, you just need to know is how to fight with a sword or a stick and you can fight with a lightsaber. The Force just means you’re better at predicting your opponent’s next moves, sensing the danger, knowing the best move to make, etc. That’s why Rey started winning against Kylo when he said “Join me and let me teach you the ways of the Force.” Before that, she’s just fighting like she would with her stick and all that’s doing is helping her survive and keep Kylo at bay, but she’s not winning. Being reminded that she’s Force sensitive let her tap into that and start incorporating that into the fight. Now she’s using the skills she already has, and using the Force to help her predict Kylo’s moves. She’s not magically good at using a lightsaber, she just already had skills that were easily transferable to a lightsaber and using the Force to enhance it.

I don’t think we’ve lost any arms yet in this movie, besides C-3PO off-screen.

OH. AND SNOKE SAYS KYLO NEEDS TO COMPLETE HIS TRAINING! He’s not even a full Sith Lord yet! He’s still being trained! So no, Rey did not just defeat a powerful Sith Lord, she defeated a Sith Lord in training. And she barely defeated him, he was already injured, she just fought hard enough to bring him to the ground. Then the ground literally separated them. Basically, I’m tired of people being mad that Rey has skills, she already had them. Plus, she’s not magically the most powerful Jedi ever like Ani was, she’s just strong. So go critique Ani for being literal space Jesus.

Oh Chewie. He’s alone saving Finn and Rey. My heart is breaking. All teams, Poe? You mean you and the other two who are left? Ok fine, there are a couple more X-Wings behind the Millennium Falcon. You and the other 6 who are left. Playing the Love Theme one last time. I am hurting. OH. NOW YOU WAKE UP, R2D2? NOW YOU WAKE UP? AFTER HAN DIES, YOU WAKE UP? Aww BB8′s like “Dad! Give me the map! I wanna put the puzzle together!” So I was right to be mad at R2D2. Literally sitting back, watching the drama, then at the end is like “Oh by the way, I have all the rest of the information you needed.” (Yes, I realize that I guess we’re supposed to infer that he spent all those years in low power mode trying to find the map, but whatever.) “May the Force be with you.” Oh Leia. Oh Carrie. Oh R2D2 NOW you’re excited. If you wanted to see Luke so bad, you should have found the map faster. You just know Luke knew they were coming, so he was like “Let me get my cloak out and stand on the highest point all mysteriously.” since he too lives for the drama (as we saw from all the flips in RotJ). Oh I love that ending so much. Some people think Last Jedi ruins the suspense of the ending. I love it. I love that Luke takes a minute to just stare at Rey and the lightsaber before deciding to chuck it over a cliff.

I’m watching the credits, and I noticed that Harrison gets first billing. I literally just said out loud “Why does Harri- ok no fine actually” since I realized this was his last Star Wars movie, so give him first billing. He deserves it.

So that’s the Force Awakens. Very enjoyable. I forget where I heard/read this, but the Force Awakens and Rogue One are like Star Wars comfort food. Super full of nostalgia.

And I do agree at least to an extent. Especially since the Force Awakens is like A New Hope all over again. A droid with a special message. Evil character with a spherical base that destroys planets. The evil Empire’s gone, but the evil First Order has taken over. And the Rebels are now the Resistance and are not that much better off than they were before.

But I LIVE for the nostalgia. Throughout the entirety of the prequels, I said that the best moments were the callbacks/references to the original series. The sequels do that better, so I really enjoy them.

Also I don’t actually hate R2D2. But the theory/idea that R2 is secretly a horrible person because of the fact he seems to know everything but never actually tell anyone what he knows is hilarious to me. And I never realized how well the Force Awakens fits into that theory. So it’s super funny to me.

Now hopefully, I can watch all of The Last Jedi tomorrow. I have a bit of a day... and this rewatch took like 4 hours since I literally paused every 2 seconds to write something. For the Last Jedi, I need to try to write less so I can pause less and finish the movie.

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