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thequeenopower · 1 year

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Halloween Bash ; Sapnap

In the real world, Halloween is when kids dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it. So like any woman, I decided to dress up more slutty than usual. Which was very odd for me since I didn't wear things like this nor did I need to since I was a faceless-streamer.

I've always liked the Donnie Darko movie so I decided to dress up as Donnie and also put on Frank's bunny mask. But this outfit had a little twist, I mean it needed it since it would be the first time I would be going out in public.

The outfit consisted of a low black V-neck top that had a skeleton torso imprinted on it. I then had a skirt with the hips of the skeleton and wore knee-highs with the skeleton legs. And to pull it all together, a grey zip-up and the Frank mask.

Since I was faceless, I planned on keeping the mask on the entire night and I didn't feel as outcast as Swagger and Issac both had masks on ass well, Swagger being a knight with his crusader helmet and Issac being ghost face which to me was oddly attractive.

The evening was going smoothly, other YouTubers, streamers, and TikTokers were arriving at the party and having fun. I stayed outside smoking and drinking with the Misfits until I was informed of a certain group's arrival.

"THE DREAMSMP IS IN THE HOUSE!" Someone said on the microphone which got everyone's attention, even ours, and we were outside.

"Com'n let's go terrorize them," Issac grabbed hold of my hand and took us inside, a little towards the entryway but out of people's way.

Issac took out his phone and had us take a selfie with the group behind us and posted it to Instagram.

"We should drug them." I slapped his shoulder lightly and laughed.

"Hey, Mr. Ghostface," Addison Ray said to Issac.

I didn't know if Issac had even talked to this lady before, but I knew I hadn't so I left him which earned me a text from him asking where I went. I didn't respond as I wanted to get some water from the fridge, but I was also not able to do that since the kitchen was crowded.

I tried to find the Misfits but I didn't see them anywhere so I snuck out through the garage and found my way to the driveway.

"Hey, you okay?" I hear a voice from beside me as I sit on the little cement wall.

It's Punz.

"I will be." I take out a cigarette and move my mask above my lips just a little to be able to take a drag of it.

"You know, smoking kills." He smirked.

"So do serial killers." That got him to shut up for a little while.

"Luke?! Luke, there you are!" Nick walked up to us, Karl and Alex not too far behind.

"What're you doing out here?"

"Trying to get this cute girl to talk to me." He smirked in my direction which got all eyes on me, Alex laughed as soon as he recognized me.

"You mean, this girl?" Luke nodded as Alex came up to me and gave me an awkward hug, trying not to get burnt by my still-lit cig.

"You know her?" Alex laughed his head off as they started to question him.

"You guess know her too." And with that, he left and the boys followed after, pestering him with questions.

It must have been past 12 in the morning when some people started to make their way out of the party, though the misfits were not giving up which meant I couldn't give up.

They were dancing, drinking, smoking, and whatever else you could do at a party they were also doing. Sometimes they'd try to get me to dance which would earn some glares but in the end, I'd bust out my super awesome dances (aka the robot and chicken dance). They'd then laugh and tell me to stop, which I do, and take my spot on the couch and wait for it all to repeat again.

Sooner or later, the DreamSMP decided to join us. The big group all took up both floor and couch seats, some having to just stand because there was nowhere else to go. By this time, I was very drunk and high so I was just trying to relax to not cause any more damage.

That was till Swagger got me up to dance.

He pulled me up by my arm and we danced crazily to the music that was now playing outside for us. We didn't even know what we were doing half the time but we were just having too much fun to care. At one point, Swagger was swapped for Punz, Punz was then swapped for Karl, Karl was swapped for Boomer, Boomer was swapped for Issac, Issac was swapped for Dream, Dream was swapped for Fitz, and Fitz was swapped for Sapnap, also known as Nick.

We didn't dance as fluidly but we still had fun with it. At one point I was dancing with at least two people, Nick was behind me and the other person was in front most likely trying to twerk on me. It could've been Swagger or Issac but then again, I'm not so sure there was even someone there.

In the morning I woke up on the living room couch in whoever's house this is. My mask was still on and my head was pounding and my throat was dry. I kind of just laid there until there was movement from underneath me that froze me with fear.

Who the hell was underneath me?

I slowly use my arms to get myself up high enough to see the person, but even then the mask was in the way. So I took the mask off and saw the culprit, Nick.

Nick was fast asleep, slightly snoring and mouth agape. His Fortnite bear onesie was unzipped down to his hips leaving him with a white t-shirt on his chest.

Why did he look peaceful and cute? Why did I have to fall for a guy like him? I should probably get up, and make sure no one knew of this encounter he and I had.

I slowly get up but am stopped by his hands moving and grabbing onto my hips, all while he was still sleeping. I kept trying and trying but every time I moved he would move his arms and hands to keep me down, I was like a stuffed animal to him. At one point I hit him in the face with my elbow which got him up.

"Oh, uh, hi." I didn't know what to say as he looked at me bewildered, right, he's never seen my face.

"Why'd you hit me? I was sleeping,"

"I need to get up." I countered, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Just go back to sleep." And just like that, he was out like a light.

Oh, if there is a God, please save me from this nightmare and/or dream.

Im in the middle of trying to write a choose-your-own-adventure story for the dream team but IDK when it'll be out because I get bored of this shit every day and school work is nuts so yeah also happy Halloween and stay safe !

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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Unplanned ; Sapnap

I don't even remember the night, never mind where I met him. But he was cute, kind of awkward, but cute. He was forward even though he seemed shy around girls. So I went home with him, it didn't seem like he knew what he was doing, but once he figured it out he was great at it. But then it ended and I snuck out before the birds began to sing.

And two months later came two lines.

I didn't expect it, I was half expecting some sort of STD but definitely not a baby. And the worst part was, I didn't have any way to contact him. I gave him a fake number and the goddamn state of Florida is so huge that I have a better chance of finding him in outer space.

I tried planning an abortion appointment but since I've never done it before, I was too far along to get the thing out so know I had two other options;

Keep it and live with it, or, give it up.

Now I was planning on giving it up, I was never fit to be a mother. I was still in college with a shitty job. I couldn't support myself, never mind a child. But there's something people never talk about when going through with giving a child up, its the connection you make with the baby growing inside you. Now I never believed I'd make a connection with it, but the second I saw his face on the ultrasound, I fell in love.

I became a better person for him, and because of him. I quit my job and worked my ass off to try to graduate sooner, which didn't quite work out. But, I was able to get a good job at a high up corporation doing their finances while continuing school part time. I was also able to get an apartment and split rent with a friend.

Then when 34 weeks came along, so did the baby.

What had happened was I was on a flight from Florida to California for a family vacation and then went into labor on the plane. They landed somewhere in Texas where I soon had my baby, Benjamin Michael l/n.

That was nine months ago, and two months ago I re-discovered his father.

~~ two months prior

"Hey, y/n! Whatcha doin'?" Ashley announces her presence which scares Benji.

"Not much. Just changing baby butts," I shake a diaper on Benji's face, it itches his nose a little which makes him giggle.

"Could I use your TV in here to watch a streamer?" I nod, knowing she only wants to use this TV so she could spend time with Benji before her trip.

The three of us got comfy on my bed as she started up the stream called, "FORTNITE TOURNY WITH PUNZ AND KARL". By someone named Sapnap. It's an odd name for a stream but maybe it was normal. I never normally had time to watch stuff anymore, if I did it was either TV shows, movies, or Markiplier, cause who wouldn't want to watch Markiplier.

The stream turns on and it's immediately on the lobby menu of Fortnite, a man in the top left corner goes on for some time talking about god knows what. For some odd reason, the stream stayed on for about 2 hours. Though I wasn't paying attention as I was doing my own thing, like school work and checking up on Benji and Ashley. It wasn't until I was done with my work that I finally laid on the bed and paid attention to the TV. The man on the screen looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't till I heard him speak that I realized who it was.

"Nick?" Ashley looked at me confused before her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.

"No way. It can't be." I nodded as I was entranced by the man laughing and playing with a ball on the screen.

"You have to contact him and tell him! His name on Insta-"

"No, I couldn't do that to him. It's best if we just leave it at this. It'd ruin him and his career." My eyes were teary as I had finally come to terms with Benji not growing up with a father.

~~ present day <3

You had taken a trip to TwitchCon with Ashley's little sister Jenny. Ashley couldn't make it since she had an art contest at her school to be in. Though she wanted to still be able to give art to her favorite creators so she paid for Jenny and me to go. It was very hard to handle two other people but at least Jenny was 14 and was able to take care of herself when I wasn't able to.

Jenny was going to be wearing costumes for the days we were there for and the first day she was dressing up as someone called 'Dream'. So I decided she couldn't have all the fun and dressed up as a Minecraft creeper, which was three sizes too small, and Benji dressed as a Minecraft panda. It was a regular panda suit but I put a Minecraft panda head as the hood and made it so it could stay on his head.

We walked around outside for a bit before the building opened. We took some photos of people who asked, Benji getting complimented every two seconds. He would just smile and kick his feet since I was baby wearing him. Then it was time for us to go in and we got straight into line for someone, I never checked the name. It was about an hour-long wait, but it wasn't bad as Benji was mostly quiet. He did get fidgety at times which is when I would take him out and let him stand or be held by Jenny.

Finally we made it to the front of the line and Jenny was getting excited.

"He's one of Ashley and mine's favorite streamers. You have the stuff to show him right?" I nod and turn my back a little so she can take out the items from my bag.

"Hello," The man greets as Jenny excitedly walks toward him.

She gives him the pictures which he accepts and thanks. I then take a picture of the two of them. He goes wide eyed as he looks at me, as if he knew me.

"Hey, uh, cute baby." He replies. He seems unsure of what to say and kind of awkwardly stands there.

A couple seconds passed as I thanked him for the compliment. We're then told we have to move along which lets us go into the next line.

As we stand in line I try to remember who the man was. The person floats in my mind a little, it's fuzzy and only there for a few seconds at a time, like clips of a movie.

"Hey, what was that guys name that we just met?"

"His name is Sapnap."

I couldn't get him out of my head for the rest of the day. It was like he was stuck there and I had no intention of getting him out. He knew, he had to of. If he didn't, then why did he stand there like a fish out of water when he saw me. I knew he didn't know Benji, but he most certainly knew me.

Jenny and I sat in our chairs at the panel, the creators sitting above us all waiting to be asked questions. Jenny asked me to go up and ask a question for her and to ask them if they had seen a certain art by her which she had accidentally posted on my account.

"Hello, I'm y/n, this is Benji," I wave his hand for him which got people to aw.

"My friend has a couple of questions, if you don't mind me asking two." They sat in silence waiting for me to ask. Sapnap whispered to a boy beside him which made the boys eyes go wide and look at me bewildered.

"So one, what's your favorite Minecraft animal slash mob?" They all answered with their respective answers, Sapnap's animal being a panda.

"And second, my friend wants you guys to check out a piece of art she created but accidentally posted on my account. Is it alright if I tell you the user so you could check it out?" The blonde one all the way to the right nodded and took out his phone.

I told him my account and he replied back with his reaction to it which got some others to ask to be shown it. As I sat down, the man's phone was being passed down the line of people. It stopped at Sapnap as he took out his phone to most likely copy the user to also like the photo.

The panel continued on for another couple hours until it finally finished. Jenny begged me to stay a little longer and go outside to meet some people we couldn't before.

I waited off to the side as she took photos and just played with Benji outside of his carrier. It wasn't long until we were interrupted by someone tapping my shoulder.

"Hey, y/n, right?" I turn towards the voice and see Nick. I nod and he smiles leaning against the wall with me.

"So we finally meet again, at last." I chuckle and see Benji looking at Nick with his big green eyes.

"How old is your son?" He looks puzzled, like he knows something but just wants the last piece to be sure.

"He's going to be nine months soon." He looks at me. Does he know? Surely not.

"Is he- is he mine?" His voice is low, like a scared kid.

I nod, not really knowing what to say. A tense air blankets us and there's nothing else said between us. It took minutes, a couple of photos that he took with fans, before he finally asked a question.

"Could I hold him?" I stare at him blankly, not knowing what exactly to do. Finally, I slowly started to move Benji towards him. He holds him under his armpits, far away from him like the second they'd touch they'd explode. I push them together which gets Benji to laugh and clutch onto Nick.

Nick smiles, realizing that this is probably the best feeling in the world. He fell in love that day, not with the woman standing next to him, but his son that was in his hands. From that day onward, he vowed to take care of them both. He put their needs before his and eventually stopped streaming for some time to fix the relationship between the three of them. After a while, he got back into streaming and showed off his newly wedded wife, who was pregnant once more, and his son, whom he explained he loved more than anything in this world, and outer space.

ill be honest, the time line is a little messed up but fuck me it was hard to find things that sewed everything together perfectly. please just go with it, im tired lol.

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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She Loves Me More! ; Sapnap

I laid on Clay's couch filming Patches as she played with a toy. She looked up at me as I made a noise and came running to me.

"She loves me guys, what can I say?" I said to the camera before I posted it to my story.

"Hewwo Patchy! How is mah babie doin?" I talked to her in a baby voice that made her tilt her head.

"Ever heard if you keep talking like that your voice will get stuck," Nick said walking in.

"I think you got it mixed up, it's your face will get stuck." He laughed and went to find Clay.

~~~

"Thanks for watching Patches while we were away in LA" Clay picked a sleeping Patches up from my arms.

"No problem. She loves me so it was a hassle." Nick came up to us.

"Oh no, no, no, no. She loves me." Nick took Patches in his hands.

"No, she loves me." I took the cat from him.

"No me!" Nick took it back.

"Alright! Settle down, kids. While don't we have a contest to see who she loves."

Nick and I sat next to each other as Clay put the cat onto the floor.

"Com'ere Patches!" Nick said first. She turned in his direction.

"Over here, baby. I wuv you my wittle patchy!" Patches instantly ran toward me and into my waiting arms.

"Ha! She loves me!" I stuck my tongue out in Nick's face.

"Well, she isn't the only one who loves you."

All im saying is that my old wattpad imagines book was cringy but there were some good stories in here like this one and the omegle one. Theyre both orignially Misfit themed so i have to change them but i promise theyre my book and all written by me <3

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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All About The Thrill ; Georgenotfound

Hello ! This is a gang AU. Sorta like how people made gang AU's of the Vanoss Crew. If you don't know that then just think of it like a more rebellious mafia wattpad story. OMG i deleted this by accident and then i was like 'what if i do ctrl x' then that didn't work so i did ctrl z and it worked I'm so happy, anyways, on with the story.

The Dream Crew were the most notorious gang in the state, maybe even in the country. Their faces are everywhere, on every light post with the words 'Most Wanted' at the top.

So when someone with the same face as the ones on the posters had a hand over my mouth shushing me, I was scared shit-less.

"Please, just stay quiet and get supplies that would treat a bullet wound." He had a thick accent and pleaded with his eyes, though his face was dark. It was a face that would make any child come clean about who stole the cookie from the cookie jar.

Though his face made my heart race with anxiety, he didn't seem like he wanted to be doing this. He did not want to be holding a young woman at gun point just to help his injured friend. But the man with the hat on behind him didn't care, he meant business which seemed to be at the end of the gun he was pointing at my head.

I nod slowly, rising to my feet and moving towards some of the storage racks that hold the supplies.

"Shit, where is it?" I rushed through the bins trying to find the sutures but it wasn't there. I look at the racks on my right and see the sign for the sutures.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go to the other side of the room." The man with the hat huffed and motioned me to move with the flick of the gun he held.

I moved quickly yet slowly, I just wanted to get them their supplies so they could leave me alone. But that might not happen, they might kill me because I knew they were here.

Loud footsteps echoed through the halls leading to the supply room. I spun around towards the boys and motioned for them to get down, which they did.

Sarah walked through the door like she owned the places. I mean she does but it's not specifically hers just her fathers, and the only reason she still works here is because the patients like her for her looks. She's not even a good doctor, never mind a nurse.

"Oh, y/n! How are you? You would not believe what happened to me today!" I somewhat smile towards her as she walks around grabbing some supplies. She loudly tells me what happens, almost catching the two men hiding.

"You know, I have the perfect guy for you to meet. He's tall, dark and handsome. But I'm sure you're just going to want to die alone, so." She smirked and grabbed her last item.

"You know, a man wouldn't do you too bad. If anything, I'd say it's required." With that, she left.

The two boys stood up, the one with the hat smirking towards me as he looked me up and down. The brunette elbowed him which got them both distracted. This is my chance!

I moved slowly at first when they started to bicker but as soon as my foot reached two tiles away from the door, I booked it. Maybe I actually thought I had got far away from them or maybe it was because I was exhausted, but I slowed down as I got to a 4 way intersection in the hospital.

It all happened so fast, one second there was a rag that smelled so sweet I had no option but to inhale deeply and the next, I was out like a light.

A pounding headache is no way for someone to wake up to. But unfortunately, I did. I sat up from the makeshift bed that I was lying on.

"Oh for fucks sake, you're finally up! Come on!" My arm is immediately pulled, forcing me to move with it so it doesn't detach.

I'm thrown into a room, very rudely I might add, where there's a man waiting on a hospital bed with two men holding rags on him. I recognized one of them, the brunette with an accent, who seemed to recognize me as well as he looked over.

"Dr. l/n, please help him." He pleaded, his face not dark anymore but red and stained with tears.

I walked to him, looking at the man on the table. He had blonde hair, though it was soaked in blood.

"How long has it been since he's been shot?" I grab the rag from the man and take it off of the wound.

"About 3 or so hours," He looked at me with nervous eyes.

"Did you grab any blood?" At the mention of blood, I feel over a place that was throbbing. Pulling away my hand, the red liquid stuck to my fingers.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. If I remember anything from biology class O type blood is the best one for everyone." The other man lets go of his rag, which the man with the accent grabs hold of, and looks through a duffel bag till he gets the bag in his hand.

"I need an IV, stat!" The other man rushes over with the blood and IV, along with another man bringing over the bag and laying out any other medical supplies.

I connect the IV to a blood vessel and have one of the boys hold up the blood so it can enter him safely. The bullet did not enter the body completely but I am going into this blind and not entirely sterile. I use a scalpel and cut at a 95 degree angle the width of my pinkie finger. I use clamps to hold open the wound. I use a tweezer to try to dig around and find the bullet.

"I'm George, by the way," I look up at the man how was trying to control the blood loss.

"y/n." I feel something hit the tweezers, something that did not feel like the inside of a human body. I start moving a round slowly, trying to grab the bullet until,

"I got it!" I pulled the bullet out and kind of just threw it onto the floor as I had no other place to put it.

I clear up some of the blood and start to suture and dress up the wound. As soon as I get the dressing to stick to his skin I feel a gun press against the back of my head.

"Hey, whoa, Nick. What're you doing? She just saved Clay." George puts his hands up, trying to speak clearly and calmly to who I presumed was Nick.

"Listen, if you just let me go, I won't tell anyone."

"Bullshit!"

"Nick, just let her go! She won't tell!" George manages to smack the gun away from Nick, which starts a physical fight between the two of them.

I just stand there, not knowing what to do. At one point, I had to do CPR on Clay because his pulse stopped.

"Hey! What the hell is going on here?" Three other men walked through the doorway and broke the two boys up. George was thrown towards me with a busted lip and a black eye.

"Hey, you, new girl. Go clean Georgie over there up, we'll handle this." I look at them confused but George just takes my hand and leads me to another room that has some first aid supplies.

"Thanks for that." He smiles at me, his lip dripping blood.

"Of course, I couldn't let a pretty girl like you get hurt." He winces as I apply antibiotic ointment.

"You know, this means you have to stay with us," He smirks as I put a butterfly bandage on the cut.

"Can't I just be shot?" It came out rude but who wouldn't in a situation like this.

I mean, I was taken from my work at gun point. Used to help somebody that I've only ever read about in textbooks. And then get another gun pointed at me for doing it. I'd rather get shot right now then experience that on a daily basis.

"You know, we have an actual home. It wouldn't be like this all the time. The only reason we're here is because our other house got raided and that's how Clay got shot. And that's how we got you." He was standing now, with more emotion on his face than I've seen all day.

"I don't want to, I want to go back to my normal life." His eyes looked full of pain, but he shrugged it off.

"Fine. I'll get someone to drop you off back at work. Do not tell anyone about this encounter."

i swear if theres any mistakes on this im going to chop off its balls. also go check out my other stuff ig. my sapnap imagine is doing pretty good for some reason even though its shitty. (the omegele one)

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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Omegle Doesn't Always Show Nudity ; Sapnap

I put in Florida and hit video.

I met a lot of weird people. Most of them were probably high off meth or some other type of drug. But, I pressed on. It was almost one in the morning when I decided I would do my last chat with a stranger before heading off to bed.

A new person popped up onto my screen. He had brown hair and green eyes. He also had an adorable cat on his desk, which he was petting.

"Nice pussy." I comment making him laugh.

"Thanks, she’s a little bitch sometimes though."

"My cats the same way. She doesn't understand the saying, 'don't bite the hand that feeds you'. It's like she wants to go back out onto the street." He laughs and puts his cat down.

"Maybe she was a stripper. She might want more money to get catnip." I chuckle and it goes quiet for a little bit.

"So, where do you live?"

The back and forth banter continued for hours. I had totally forgotten all about sleep and was more focused on learning new things about him.

"Oh sorry, I have to go." And that was the last thing he said before leaving.

I didn’t see him anymore after that. It was either because we weren’t on at the same time or he just wasn’t interested in being on Omegle anymore.

I wished I could see him again. He was the only person that I could hold a real conversation with. With other people, it was either me asking questions or answering their questions with short, snippy answers. But with him, I just couldn’t shut up.

"Okay, one last time before I head to bed," I said aloud.

A face popped onto my screen, a cat's face.

"Nice pussy." I said laughing to myself.

"Thanks but she’s a bitch sometimes.”

"Nick?" He takes his cat away from the camera and his eyes widen.

"Y/n! It's really you! I've been trying to find you for so long!" He smiled so big.

"Me too! I've been trying for days."

We talked for hours after, again. This time, I even got his number so we didn't have to spend time finding each other.

"This is a story we'll tell our kids about." He said quietly.

"Kids?! Who said anything about kids?!"

"Not me, that's for sure!"

The gif are the kids in question.

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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Side Missions ; Dream

3 wagu steaks? Who the hell doordashes 3 wagu steaks?

Well its $20 in my pocket so, why the hell not?

I arrive at the restaurant and wait about 15 minutes since I got there a little early. Once I got the food I headed to the house, which was very far away and in the middle of nowhere. The driveway to the house was long and dropped you off in front of a beautiful 1-story house. Knocking on the door with the bag in my hand, a man with dirty blond hair opened up the door.

"Great! You're here, could you settle a debate between me and my friends?" He asked with a smile, taking the bag from me and opening the door a little wider.

"We're not going to kill you, we promise. It's just that we need a fourth person's opinion on the playback of this race." A brunette said from behind him.

Oh what the hell? It's not like if I did die I'd be leaving anything behind.

I mean I'm a struggling college student whose family lives thousands of miles away. I only have one friend at school and we almost never see each other. I barely make ends meet so if I die by the hands of a couple attractive people, so be it.

"Sure, why not." I walk in and am greeted by a cat and another brunette man.

"I'm Clay by the way, he's Nick and that one's George." George waves from the couch as Nick plops onto it, motioning for me to come over and watch the play-by-play.

"Do you guys want anything with your steaks?" Clay asks from the kitchen which gets George up and moving towards him.

"Okay so, I was placed first place automatically by the game, but Clay swears he was in front of me." Nick starts the video and it tracks the Mario character.

It switches between Mario, which was Nick's character, Princess Peach, which was George's, and Toad, which was Clay's. The cat jumped on top of me just as Mario hit Toad with a shell. Clay must've gotten mad and tried to steer Nick off course because just like that, Clay and Nick were tied again.

"Watch! Watch closely!" Nick practically screamed in my ear, shaking his finger at the screen.

By this time, George and Clay sat down on the couch, Clay sitting next to me and George sitting on the other side of Nick. It was at this moment that everything felt surreal as Clay and Nick argued when Mario and Toad passed the finished line at the same time, though I will say Mario was a pixel ahead of Toad.

"So, who do you think won?" Nick cut me from my thoughts.

"Uh, you?" Nick fist-pumped the air as Clay huffed from beside me, taking the cat from me as it seemed I lost my privilege to touch her.

"Would you like some cake, sorry we never got your name."

"It's y/n. And sure, I'll take a slice." He nods and I follow him to the kitchen where he cuts me a slice and then prepares his steak.

"I'll just get going." I draw out as I slowly make my way towards the front door.

"Are you sure? You can stay and eat your cake, maybe play a round or two on the switch." I debated in my head whether or not I should stay.

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The night grew darker as we started another round.

"NO, STOP Y/N!!" George screeches as I hit him with two green shells, one after the other.

Clay cheered me on as I finished the game in first place. Nick huffed and threw his remote down onto the table along with George.

"I better get going you guys, thanks for letting me play." They begged me to stay a little longer but gave up as I put my jacket and shoes on.

Clay walked me out and stayed behind me the entire time, not stopping until we got to my car.

"This was fun, maybe we could do it again sometime?" His tone was hopeful.

"I'd like that." He smiled and handed me his phone to put my number in.

"I'll call you soon." He leaned into my car through the open window as I put it into reverse.

"I'll be waiting."

God this is shitty huh? i just wanted to make something. but eh who cares. this was rushed so I'm sorry for the shitty writing, I'm just now getting back into it. hope you have a good day or night where ever you are <3

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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Enemies to friends, friends into lovers, and probably to enemies again ; Sapnap

A/N: I've actually liked him since he first showed his face but in my head I feel we would butt heads a lot if we were in the same friend group so I decided to make this <3

TwitchCon is a very odd place. It's just a building filled with content creators who have weird fans. Fortunately enough for me, I was a faceless streamer who no one knew was coming. The only reason I was even here was because my friends were also streamers and one was even in the dreamsmp with me so they had a panel to attend. I was kind of left to wander around the place so I decided I'd wait in lines to have pictures taken with streamers. Specifically Sapnap, my best-est friend. I'm lying, we hate each other. So I created a plan to give my fans some content and also just do something with my time.

"Hello!" He smiled towards me.

I slyly waved as I hadn't made a plan as to what I was going to say besides how to pose.

"Could we pose like those old high school prom photos?" He laughed and nodded at my odd request.

The photo was taken and I ran to the nearest corner. I edited over my face and posted it to instagram with the caption, "With the loml <3" which proceeded to get thousands of likes in a couple of minutes.

I decided to change my shirt into one I got from a vender, which then had me run into trixin, who I had to take a selfie with. Unfortunately, the shirt was obnoxiously twitched themed and had me getting mistook for a worker every two seconds. So I decided to text one of my friends and they said another streamer had an extra shirt, turns out it was Dream's. (A/N DID HE OR DID HE NOT CHANGE CLOTHES AT TWITCHCON CAUSE I SWEAR HE DID)

So here I was, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for me, walking around like I wasn't one of the top viewed streamers on twitch. It was pretty humbling as people bumped into me without saying sorry, like bitch, do you know who I am? But, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt that it's because they don't actually know what I look like. I'm sure if they did they would get on their knees to beg for forgiveness from me.

I got a message that the panel was starting and a seat was saved for me. By the time I got to the room and sat down, all the streamers were sitting down and getting ready to answer questions. My friends were in my ear pestering me to get up and ask a question, but I was going against it since I just heard someone ask, "Do you like my shirt?" which got me scared as to if they could see the person who was asking the question. Because obviously Dream would know his shirt and he would know who I was as my friend told him the shirt was for me. But I soon worked up the courage to get up and ask Sapnap, my best friend, a question only he would know I would ask.

So I got up and waited in the long line until it got to be my turn.

"Hi, I'm a big fan. I actually have a question for Sapnap." He nods towards me.

"If you were a hound dog, would you be crying all the time?" He looked at me funny before replying.

"Uh, no..." I felt a little embaressed as he didn't get it quick but by the time I sat down he mumbled words in what I could only describe as painful starstruck-ness.

"It's August! Wait! Was that August?" Everyone kind of looked around trying to find me which got me nervous they actually would.

So I did what any normal person would do, I left and sat out in the car.

TwitchCon ended at 8 but some streamers waited around for fans who weren't able to meet them, my friends included. I was texted to come to them because there was an ice cream place around the corner they wanted to go to but they wanted to walk instead of drive. Something about reducing pollution but it doesn't really help the stop of pollution cause we're just gonna drive home. So I went to them not realizing there was going to be other streamers there and they were going to join us for ice cream.

"Everyone meet August, August meet everyone." I wave and say hello to them before standing behind a friend of mine to hide from everyone.

Not like I wasn't comfortable showing my face, I'm just not good with talking to people in person. It's common in people nowadays.

"Hey, August. Nice shirt." Dream said from beside me. It seems like the fans were clearing up and we were now slowly moving from the venue to the ice cream shop.

"Oh, thanks. And thanks for letting me borrow it." He smiles and says it's no problem.

"Hello my other nutella enthusiast." George says from behind. Sapnap walked beside him, paying attention to his phone more than trying not to trip over a hole in the ground.

"Maybe you should get off your phone before you trip and die." I comment which earns me a mean face from Sapnap.

"Maybe you should focus on yourself instead of being so obsessed with me." I shrugged him off with a 'dumbass' before continuing my way towards the shop, slowly making my way towards the front of the line to be with my friends.

Now I'm not going to lie through my crooked teeth that I didn't like Sapnap. In the beginning I did, before I knew the real him. I thought he was cute when he first showed his face, but after going onto the early days of the SMP and being attacked with insults on a daily basis from him, the feeling slowly dwindled till all that was left was hatred. Now I won't lie, he's still attractive but I would never, ever, become friends with him, never mind be his girlfriend.

We nearly ran the place out of ice cream as the last person ordered but I'm sure they didn't mind. Ranboo, who is canonically my son, made small talk with me as we ate our ice cream.

"Sapnap's looking at you." He said with a smirk as he motions behind me. I don't turn around as I scoop up the last bit of ice cream.

"And I care, why?" He puts his hands up like it was simple.

"Because you guys are meant to be!" I laughed which he then went onto explain all the lore behind our love.

"Us getting together is as likely as you and Donald Trump getting together." He huffs, evidently done with me being stubborn about the topic at hand.

The next day of TwitchCon, I was walking around again, but I wasn't alone. The Dream Team were following me around like lost dogs because they didn't have anything to do until later that day.

"CONNAAR!" I yelled running up to him.

"Wassup, Baby!" He screamed back as he hugged me super tight.

We conversed for a little while until George started complaining of being hungry and wanting to check out what food there was. So we said our goodbyes and made our way to the food court where Dream and George got in line immediately and I stayed behind answering a text on my phone.

"Oooo who's J <3?" Sapnap said from over my shoulder.

"None of your business, Nick." And with that, I walked away annoyed.

After all of us getting our food we sat down and ate, occasionally getting asked for pictures, excluding me. After all that excitement, we walked around again, going outside every now and again to get some fresh air.

"Hey, August? I'm sorry for snooping on your personal things." I hear from beside me.

I look at Sapnap like he had three heads.

"Did you just apologize?" He sheepishly nods before hiding in his phone again.

He looks up one last time and I smile and mouth 'Thank you' before continuing on to exploring the venue.

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The bar was packed full to the brim, either with drunk people or sober designated drivers. I was one of the drunk people. I've had exactly 3 shots and a couple margaritas which brings me to the situation that I was in. Sitting beside Sapnap, practically on top of him, while he listened to me ramble on about my job. He was sober, I think.

"And it's not even like I need to advertise things for money, I make enough as is!" He laughs as I slur a bit.

"Why aren't we friends?" I ask suddenly. It surprises both of us, though it doesn't affect my intoxicated mind as much.

"Well, it's because we just can't agree on things." I nod and put my head on the table. The music was giving me a headache and it seemed like most of the friend group was done with the bar as well.

As we walked out, Dream tripped on a brick and fell onto the sidewalk. He laughed it off as his face started to bleed, he also had a couple cuts in other places. His friends hurriedly got him back to their hotel, which I also went to as I didn't know where else to go. They had a two queen bed room attached to another two queen bed room.

"Ooo this is nice! Gurl!!" I continued to quote the tiktok sound loudly until Sapnap puts a hand over my mouth.

"Come on, lets get you to bed." I mumble a 'take me out to dinner first' line under my breath as he took me to the other room where George was staying.

He took my shoes off and tucked me into bed.

"Goodnight, August. See you in the morning." He turned off the light and shut the door. Before I fell asleep I heard banging and strings of curse words from the three boys as they tried to handle a drunk Dream.

I awoke without my jeans on or bra, kind of concerning but the gentle talking from next door calmed my thoughts. Quickly putting both articles of clothing on, I walked through the door and into the other room.

"Holy shit, what happened to you Dream?" He laughs but its stopped by a whince.

"He fell when he was drunk, but we kind of took a while to tell him and he posted saying he did it in his sleep." I laughed at Georges comment as I look around for my phone.

"Oh, you dropped it on the dresser, here." Sapnap handed me my phone, lots of notifications popped up as soon as it turned on.

"Shit, I gotta go. My friends are gonna start calling the cops." I call one of my friends as she picks up instantly.

"Let me walk you out and get you an uber." I nod, not hearing him so well as I'm listening to the death threats I'm getting for not coming home.

The ride home was long, but the chastising I got was longer. And it did not end till we walked through the doors of TwitchCon for our third and final day. It was Twitch Rivals and I just stood in the background shots of the streams going on. It was actually pretty hilarious to watch everyone rage about losing a game. I sometimes went over and talked to George whenever Sapnap and him took a break.

"You know, Nick's a little embarrassed about losing so many games. I think he's trying to impress you." George said smugly.

"There's other girls he's probably trying to impress, like Slyvvy or Hannah." George shook his head.

"No August, he likes you." And with that the conversation was dropped as Sapnap and Dream came back and talked with George before the next round.

I couldn't believe what I was just told. Him liking me? Bullshit. He's cursed me out since the day we met. Sure he does some nice things every once and a while but that's it. He can't possibly like me. But as I look up, I catch him staring, which he tries to play off as looking around the arena.

Oh my god, he might like me.

Should i make a part 2? I feel like i should idk. idk who would even be reading this. im literally just writing throw up at this point. maybe ill make a part two but only if requested ig. I will probably forget I posted this and not even make a part two but idk maybe. this is just word throw up now. The last part, where the bar scene starts, was actually going to be part 2. Yes I was already making part two before you even requested it. but i only ended it here because i dont think people would read this.

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Blind, both Literally and Figuratively.

TW: PRETTY LONG FOR SOME REASON, SWEARING, JUST MATT BEING SOMEWHAT NICER IN FANFICTION THAN IN THE COMICS AND TV SHOW.

Quinn Davis was a freshly graduated law student, looking for any type of intern job she could find. She had gone through every newspaper in the state of New York, applying to any law firm that she seemed fit. The only problem was, they never accepted her and she was slowly losing hope of getting her dream job started.

That was until she saw one final hope at the bottom of the newspaper.

She hoped this was the place that would give her a chance, I mean, she didn’t go thousands of dollars into debt just to have a piece of paper with her name on it. Walking up to the door that had the writing, “Nelson and Murdock Attorneys at Law”, she bawled her hand into a fist and knocked on the window. After only waiting a short minute for a voice to call out for her to come in, she opened the door to see a woman rummage around her desk for something.

“Excuse me?” She looked up, confused. Then she smiled once she remembered that I was let in by her.

“Sorry! I was distracted trying to find something for my boss, what can I do for you?” I looked around, trying to find where her boss was, before walking up to her.

“I’m here to see if you guys needed any help with running things. I saw an ad about your law firm, granted it wasn’t an ad for hire but I just wanted to come here and try.” I handed her my work papers written on by all my other bosses I had previously.

“Oh, well we actually have been looking for someone new to help us out around here.” She smiles and stood, taking the papers I handed to her, and starting towards an office door.

“Just wait here a second please Miss -?” I looked towards her.

“Davis, Quinn Davis.” She smiled once more before walking into the room, closing the door behind her.

This moment of solitude let me look around the small space. There were two office type rooms to either side of me, blinds drawn so no one could look in. The waiting area didn’t have much, just a couple of armchairs and a side table. I couldn’t make out the two other rooms that were there since the woman returned with two men.

One was a man of good stature, had a sweet face, someone you know would wait by your car and tell you the license plate of the one who hit it. The kind of guy a person would want to live the rest of their life with, just you’re not that person.

The other man had red tinted spectacles, he also wore a sweet face but it had some edge to it. His face was littered with faint scars, scares won from past battles. He had a beard that was neatly trimmed and a suit that had not one wrinkle in it. The only thing that threw Quinn off was the fact that there was a walking stick in his hand.

Was he blind?

If he’s blind, how does he present himself this well?

“Hello, Quinn. I’m Mr. Nelson.” This earned him a slap to the back of his shoulder from the woman standing next to him. He just smiled and tapped the other man with his elbow as if to try to get his attention.

“And I’m Mr. Murdock. Welcome to the team!” He smiled brightly, but it couldn’t hold a crown to mine as I smiled so big my cheeks hurt.

“Oh my goodness, thank you. You won’t regret it!” I shake Mr. Nelsons hand.

“I promise, we won’t.” Mr. Murdock said.

I went to shake his hand as well but pulled back before I could make a fool of myself.

“Here, Quinn. I’ll be somewhat like an overseer to the things you’ll be doing the next couple weeks.” She motions me to her and it finally dawns on me that I don’t know her name.

“I’m sorry, what was your name?” She looks at me and laughs a little, clearly forgetting that she hadn’t told me at all.

“Its Karen, Karen Paige.” We both smile at each other before getting to work.

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“Quinn! Those papers please!” Mr. Nelson called.

Two years. Two years I’ve been working here and I have yet to actually use the grade I earned on my bar exam. It’s alright though as I have been getting a lot of experience through it. I mean, how many people know the exact measurement of milk to put into coffee to make it the “Best Coffee Ever!”? That was a joke, but the measurement is 2 ounces. But, other than the random and un-educational coffee runs, Karen has been teaching me how to do all sorts of things.

“Here you go. Sorry, the printer was acting up.” Mr. Nelson nods and takes them from me and then points to a folder.

“Here, take this to Mr. Murdock for me, will you?” I take the folder from off his desk and give him a nod before hurrying off to Mr. Murdock’s office.

The only reason I’m doing all of this is because Karen’s on holiday. Well, not exactly holiday, I wouldn’t say a relatives funeral is very festive. So with Karen gone, and both of my boss’ being lazy pieces of sh-, I have to do everything.

“Mr. Murdock?” I knock on his door. I hear nothing so I decide to knock again.

“Mr. Murdock?” I raise my voice slightly. In me doing so, I hear some shuffling on the other side and a ‘Come in’.

“Mr. Nelson wanted me to give you a folder.” I say quietly as I walk into his dark room.

“Ah yes, please, bring it here and read it to me. I swear, he does these kinds of things on purpose.” He laughs lightly.

Feeling around the wall near his door I switch on the light and walk towards his side of the desk.

“It says, “To whom it may concern, there has been an advancement on the Haroldson case. More evidence has been brought up against Mr. Haroldson. A date to meet him and go through his case again has been made on the 7th of February. Be there or be square, Matt!” Mr. Murdock laughs a little and nods his head.

“Thank you, Quinn.” I wait a second, wondering who Matt was. As I start to leave though, I see the 13th of January circled with a cake sticker on it.

“It’s Matt, if you were wondering. My names Matt.” I look towards him to see him smiling.

“That- The name suits you.” I smile, looking back at the calendar.

“What’re you looking at over there?” He gets up and slowly makes his way toward me, only stopping when he felt he was right by me.

“Just your calendar. It has a little cake on today.”

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A cake? Why the hell would there be a cake on the calendar?

Then, it hits me. Foggy must’ve put that there for my birthday. Clever little shit, he knew I’d never see it.

“Oh it must be for my birthday.” I smile in the darkness.

“Today’s your birthday?” Her heartbeat increases when I put my hand on the small of her back and try to lead her out of my office.

“It is indeed. But no need to fret over it, it’s not that big of a deal.” She doesn’t say anything as I hear her turn towards me outside my door.

“Yeah, ‘cause getting free cake and opening presents are no big deal. C’mon, lets all celebrate you birthday!” I can hear the smile in her tone, in turn, making me smile.

“No, No, I couldn’t deal with Mr. Nelson’s constant nagging to get more drinks from the bar or trying to tell me about how all the woman in the place look at me.” She laughs at that, she must not know the look I’m talking about. Then again, she might not give me that look most woman gave me.

“Well, how about just us two? You and me. I could come to your place with stuff?” I can hear the persuasion in her voice.

God, why did you make her so good at that?

“Sure, why not? I’ll meet you at 8 then?” She doesn’t make a noise. She probably nodded, forgetting I was blind.

“Sure, just give me the address and I’ll meet you there.”

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Eight o’clock came and went. Matt sat there wondering if he had just been stood up by a woman who planned it herself, and of course its the kind of thing that happens on his birthday.

He plans to go to bed, already dressed in nothing but sweats, but the noise of a heartbeat that he listens for whenever he goes to work, catches him by surprise. A hurried knock on his door pulls him from his thoughts and pushes him to get up from the sofa.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Murdock. You won’t believe the amount of people trying to buy a cake at this hour, me being one of them.” Her smiley tone brings a smile to his face, even though he’s not sure it’s really there or not.

“It’s alright, come in. And my names Matt, Mr. Murdock sounds too business-y.” She laughs at the statement and walks into the dark apartment.

“Do your lights work or...?” He chuckles lowly as he searches for the light switch.

“I guess not.” She says quietly as the lights do not turn on.

“Well, you’ll see why I don’t need lights in a second.” She walks behind him and further into his home.

“Oh wow, yeah, that’s really fucking bright.” He smiles at her statement and falls back onto the couch.

“You can put the cake in the fridge for right now. Unless you were thinking of having it now.”

“No, no. I picked up some food on the way here, Chinese, if your still hungry that is.” He nods and pats the spot next to him for her to sit on.

After putting down that wrapped presents, and stuffing the cake into the barely full fridge, Quinn sits besides her boss and starts naming the foods she got for the both of them.

They eat in silence, the occasional honking and passing by cars breaking it.

“Can I ask you something, Quinn?” She shifts herself towards him.

To her, he was devilishly handsome. The light coming from the huge billboard outside made a shadow on his sharper features and made them stand out more. His smile was the thing she liked most about him, it was like a smirk but it was warmer, inviting. And now she was able to see his full face, his glasses having been taken off due to the late hours of the night. She thought it kind of nice that he was looking at her, straight in the eyes, even if he didn’t mean to nor knew he was doing it.

He takes her movements as a yes and speaks.

“Why is there absolutely no record of you being a person?” Her face drops.

“What- What are you talking about?” Her guard was up now, he knew it even if he couldn’t see it, both literally and figuratively.

“I looked you up the first day you worked with us, well we looked you up. There’s not a single birth document or any personal record of you being a person, never mind being born. So either you know some people, or you’ve been lying.” She moves, ready to get up, but Matt grabs hold of her, pulling her down a little too hard.

She lets out a yelp as she falls onto him, the heat coming off of his bare chest sent shivers up her spine and made goosebumps appear on her arms.

“My apologies, but I do need some answers from you. Now.” His grip on her wrist tightens, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to try to get her to talk.

“Fine, I’ll talk.” She pulls on her wrist, expecting him to let go but he doesn’t and instead nods his head as a way for her to keep going.

“My name is Wendy Young. I grew up in a terrible family and erased it all when I became 18. That good enough for you?” Matt shakes his head.

“Tell me more, tell me the names of your family members, tell me what they were like. Just give me more information and we can forget this whole thing and go back to eating.” The woman huffs, not wanting to have to go back into her memory to remember how her parents and siblings were.

“My mother, Tiffany, was a terrible mother growing up. Granted, she did stop doing drugs, drinking, smoking, all that stuff when she was pregnant with us. She would stay sober for a few years after we were born, then went back to doing all that stuff again. Being the youngest though, I don’t remember her ever being sober, only my older brother and sister do. My father, Levi, owned an under-the-table wrestling joint. He was drunk most of the time but he brought home money so we didn’t have a say. The only good thing that he did for us was almost killing one of his friends who came onto my older sister, he went to jail but once he came back he beat her because she was wearing provocative clothing. My sister, Candy, she was the oldest of us all. She’s working most corners now, she could’ve gone places, she was the smartest one in the family. My older brother, Joseph, he was the trouble maker. Since he was the only son my dad ever had, he was put into a lot of different sports. The only one he really tried at though was wrestling. Today, you can see him working at my dad’s wrestling ring. My siblings are 10 and 12 years older than me, you could say I was a mistake. And me, well lets just say I got the lesser of all evils. I was able to maintain good grades throughout school even when I can’t remember having any time to do homework. I know how to fight ‘cause of my father and brother. Even though I hate them, I’m much closer to my father and brother. Is that enough for you?” He smiles brightly, sitting up from his laying position so that she sitting with her legs on either side of his.

“That’s plenty enough, Wendy.” The woman groans in annoyance and gets off of him, sitting in her own spot now and continuing to eat the food she bought.

Matt sits up now, questioning the warmth he felt in his stomach from when she was on him. He brushes it off as just normal human body heat, but it sticks to the back of his mind like a snowman stuck to a summer arts and crafts project. You’re not sure why its there but you know its there and you question what made the artist glue it there.

“Sorry if that was rude or intrusive. I won’t tell anyone else about this.” He looks in her direction. This makes her smile, of course he’d be concerned about crossing boundaries.

“It’s alright, Matt.” This makes him smirk.

For the rest of their supper, they remain quiet. But, only one of them was quiet because of their thoughts being too loud. With them being in their own little worlds, they don’t realize the time or remember the reason they were here in the first place until Quinn’s phone goes off.

She jumps a little before frantically grabbing her phone, without seeing the persons I.D. she speaks.

“Hello? Who is this?” A muffled voice could be heard on the other end.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Nelson.”

“No, I’m not home right now.”

“No, I will not have sex with you.”

“No, I will not make fun of you for this in the morning at the office.”

“Go home, Foggy.” There seems to be muffled sobbing on the other line.

“Yes, love you too, Foggy.” There’s a muffled voices on the other line, most likely saying goodbye.

Matt sat, confused. Were they dating? Surely not, Foggy would’ve said something. And plus Foggy knew how Matt felt about the woman sitting beside him, he knew Foggy would never do such a thing. So he asked, with such jealousy in his voice;

“How long have you two been dating?” Matts hands were clenched around each other. Quinn was confused by the action.

“We’re not dating. You think Mr. Nelson and I are dating?” Matt seems almost relieved when Quinn says this, like a huge stone had been lifted from the bottom of his stomach.

“Good, then that means I can do this to you.” And in one swift, quick movement, Matt was kissing her and Quinn was kissing him.

Quinn was confused as to how he was such a good kisser and how he found her lips so easily, but she did not think of it for a moment longer as he pushed her onto her back. After what felt like a few seconds, but what was really a few minutes, they pulled away. Both of their lips were swollen and their breaths were uneven. Matt held himself up with his hands, smiling when he heard Quinn’s racing heartbeat.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that, that’s for sure.” She smiled, breathlessly.

“Expect the unexpected, Wendy.” She groaned in annoyance once again from the use of her real name.

Getting out from underneath him, she cleans up the trash and puts the candles on the cake.

“Happy Birthday to you!” She walked over to him, setting the cake down on the coffee table and finishing the rest of the song.

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Matt didn’t saying anything about the kiss for the rest of the night, so I didn’t either. We ate cake in piece and we opened presents in piece. It was getting quite late and I was planning on leaving soon so I can be back at the office early.

“Wendy, can we talk for a second?” He must’ve thought I would be leaving soon.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, obviously now you know I like you. But, that doesn’t mean it needs to be awkward. You can still go and date someone else, it won’t affect our friendship.” I look at him oddly, what the hell is he talking about?

“You do know I like you too right?” His eyes widened before he blinked a bunch and stuttered his next sentence out.

“Yo-Y-You do?”

“Are you blind?” I ask without realizing.

“Yeah, I am actually.” He smiles and I laugh once I realize what I said.

“Well I know you’re actually blind, but that doesn’t mean you can’t feel the tension whenever we both enter the room.” Matt nods in agreement with this.

“So, do you want to see where we can go with this?” He asks after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He smiles and goes in for a kiss. But because of how off he is I can’t help but laugh.

“Hey, cut me some slack and come kiss me yourself.”

Laughing, Wendy does as she’s told. And maybe even a bit more than that. ;)

#daredevil #marvel #nelson and murdock #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #karen paige #foggy nelso #not mcu #romance #blind #long

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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Senior Picture

TW: DEATH, SUICIDE, DRUGS, CURSING THE ENDING OF INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME INCLUDED (MEMORIES OF THE DEATHS WILL BE BROUGHT BACK)

“Mr. Stark, look what I found in the Stark Industries Data Base,” Jarvis spoke out as Tony maneuvered around his set-up.

“What is it Jarvis? Did someone put my nudes on it or something?” He let out a chuckle at his own joke

“Quite the opposite, actually. You should take a look at it.” Tony scoffed at the A.I. telling him what to do, but turned around anyway.

But, in all seriousness, well as much Tony Stark could muster, he wish he hadn’t turned around to look. There you were, in all your 18 year-old glory. Tony Stark was about to be 30 and here you were, frozen in time, forever. He wanted to look away, he really did. But no matter what he did, he just kept on staring, remembering back to the time where nothing mattered except you.

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“TONY!” You shouted from beside him as you swung high up. “I’m touching the sky!” You laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Tony just sat there, on the swing beside you, soaking in your sight, your beauty. You were something from another universe, a place where people were made to be the most perfect people in the whole universe. Your smile, your laughter, your personality, the way you did things, you were just absolutely, positively perfect. And Tony Stark was absolutely, positively enamored. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why, but here he was, the high school jerk/popular kid hanging out with the girl who was so nice to anyone and everyone.

The girl who would take the shirt off her own back to the next person who needed it. It was like you were meant for the world, and that’s what made your death so confusing to everyone involved or not. No one saw it coming, I mean who would. You made yourself out to be the happiest girl in the world, that there was nothing that made you sad and that you saw the good in everything. So when the announcement was heard on the last day of school during the morning of a moment of silent in honor of you, everyone was completely silent.

Tony was waiting for you, you had never been late, not once in your life and you wouldn’t be caught dead being late for anything. The announcements started up, the usual end of the year tributes and congratulations to everyone, and then the two speakers went silent until there was a sob heard over the microphone.

“And everyone, a moment of silence for a fellow classmate you all knew and loved, Y/n L/n.” The class went silent, even the class clowns and trouble makers went quiet.

You could hear a pin drop in the classroom. Everyone’s eyes was on Tony, he usually enjoyed it, but right now all he wanted to do was destroy everything around him. The second the moment of silence was over, people tried to keep the energy positive even though it was tricky since most students were crying over their fallen classmate. But Tony didn’t give a shit, why were they crying? They knew nothing about her. But then again, did he know anything about her?

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Your face stood frozen in time, it made Tony shiver. If only he was able to go back in time and stop you from do it. I mean, there was nothing bad happening to you, but then again you kept to yourself a lot and didn’t really tell people about what was happening in your personal life, not even to your own boyfriend, Tony. All he knew was your brother passed due to suicide when you were young, you had to see it. All that blood, it traumatized you to no extent. Your parents divorce right after the event didn’t help either. But that’s all Tony knew, he wished there was something that could pull it all together.

Tony perked up for a second, as if he had it all figured out. The box, the shoebox that you had created and wrote to give to Tony as a keep sake after your death. He’s brought it to every house he’s lived it, but it’s never been opened. When your parents gave it to him he put it in his closet and piled everything he had on top of it to just take his mind off of you. But it soon got to the point where it was the last thing he had of yours, so he’s put it on display ever since. Yet he still hasn’t opened it. Maybe he should. Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe it’ll tell him why you did it, or maybe it would just be photos of the two of you together as teens that you thought he should keep as a memory frozen in time.

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“Y/n, don’t touch that!” Tony reprimanded as you walked around his bedroom for the first time.

He knew you’d love it the second you stepped in. All the posters of the things you both liked, the computer chips and the mother boards that littered his desk.

“You know, desks are meant to be used to do your homework, not changing out the battery of your Walkman.” Tony smiled at your comment and walked up to you, putting his hands on your hips.

“Doing my homework isn’t going to change the world, babe.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips before continuing your excursion.

You touched everything in his room, leaving your finger prints on every item Tony Stark owned in his teenage bedroom. After you finished exploring the room, you and Tony laid in his comfy bed and cuddled up to each other, laughing and talking about stupid stuff, things only the two of you understood. Maybe you two weren’t so different after all, but then again he would never kill himself to escape the horrors of this life.

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The box laid on the table in front of Tony. How has, after all these years, this box stayed in such great shape? He believes you put a spell on it that kept it well maintained so he could open it when he was ready. And today was the day, the day he hopefully would find out the truth.

Lifting the lid of the shoebox, he realized the inside was decorate with scrap booking paper and heart shaped stickers. You had made this box the first night you and Tony started dating. You told him that this was your guys’ time capsule that would contain things from the adventures you would take together.

The smell was what hit Tony, it hit him hard. The faint smell of vanilla mixed with moth balls. It engulfed his entire body, his mind, his thoughts. His memories of you flooded his senses like a tsunami. It was like you were here again but far, far away.

He picked up the first photo that was on top of the pile of them. There was a couple below it that matched it but it was a photo of teenage Tony Stark on the beaches of California smiling. He was always confused as to why you loved this photo, why you always reminded him that it existed whenever he was slightly mad at you, he’ll never know.

The photos after were awkward photos taken by the parents of Tony and Y/n. Meant to be hung up when you guys were married and to reminisce on the old days where nothing really matter.

Then there was one photo, one that matched the one he kept in his wallet as a lucky token. Taking out his wallet, he pulled out the matching photo. It was you, you smiling widely, hair all over the place all the while, you laid on his bed letting him take a photo of you.

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The sounds of giggling and kissing came from Tony’s bedroom. There you were, kissing and holding Tony Stark. The first, and last, man you’d ever love. After a few quick kissed between the both of you, Tony got up quickly and grabbed something off of his desk. He steadied himself above you with you between his knees.

“Smile, baby!” Tony said, enthusiastically.

And with that, you smiled, smiled so big that your cheeks started to hurt and to numb the pain you started to laugh. Then there was a bright flash and the sound of a photo coming out of the camera. Tony took the photo and started to shake it to get the ink moving.

“Alright, your turn now.” You switched positions so you could take his photo. Not without the seductive comments coming out of the man underneath you.

And with the same commands coming out of your mouth, you got your favorite photo of the man you so adored.

“Damn, we’re a sexy ass couple.” Tony said with ease as he held both photos next to each other to show you.

What he didn’t know was that as he held the photos, you critiqued everything about yourself in the photo and pointed out every flaw and insecurity that was presented before you. But, he’d never know since you nodded your head with a big smile and opened your arms up for him to come back and cuddle on the bed.

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His photo of you was more so worn out than the one you had of him, for obvious reasons. He looked at it, wondering if you did the same thing he did when he looked at photos of himself, critiquing it like there’s no tomorrow. He wished he had told you how beautiful you were to him every chance he got, wished to tell you things would get better even though he didn’t know the things that were bad.

The next was a card that was given to you by him for your 1 year-anniversary. It contained a little love note and a coupon book for free hugs and cuddles that never expired. Moving deeper into the box, the photos and cards were never ending.

He thought there was nothing left when he took the last photo of the two of you out of the box, well it was the last thing. The box was now empty, except for the scrap paper coming up at the corner of the box. He thought nothing of it, almost going to put everything back in there, but something in him told him to pick at it. Peel it away as if he was peeling away the mask Y/n had covered herself in. And so he did, he peeled it back.

And under the scrap paper, there was a piece of paper folded so neatly you’d think a machine did it.

On the note, it read;

Dear, Tony Stark,

Hey, baby. How are you? If you’re reading this then it mean’s I finally went through with it. You’re the last person I wanted to make involved in my bullshit excuse of a life. As much as I hate to say it, well write it, I wish I had never met you. I didn’t want someone as important as you to get affected by this but I couldn’t help but be attrachted attracted to you. You were the only thing keeping me on this earth but it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry, Tony Stark. I wish I could be alive to see all that you’ve become. It’s no doubt you would take over Stark Industries with a brain like yours. You were the first person I ever loved and I’m glad I could say I loved you till the very end. You’re probably asking yourself, why did she do this? Why wouldn’t she just let me in, let me help her? Well, it’s because you helping me wouldn’t change the way my mind worked, or change my plan. In the end, this is how it was meant to end. But, for the sake of capitalizing letters and dotting the end of sentences, I’ll tell you what my life was really like outside of our little relationship.

Those people I called my parents, they’re not my real parents. They adopted me and my brother when we were just kids. My real parents where druggies, having kids like there was no tomorrow but not having any way to take care of them. I don’t remember much but my brother filled me in on most of it. I have 4 more older siblings and one other younger sibling that my brother knew of. I never tried to get in contact with my birth parents, and its not like I could since they both died from an overdose in the late 70′s, a little after my brother and I were adopted. So as you can see, my life was fucked from the start. I have addiction coursing through my veins which is why I loved you so much, it’s ‘cause I got addicted. But you weren’t the only thing I was addicted to. My brother had a stash, alcohol, coke, weed, anything you can think of he had it, and even though he wanted to protect me as much as he could, he let me try it all and get addicted to it. It wasn’t long till he killed himself. I was jealous of him even though I had to hide it with sadness. I was only 10 when he did it, I was alone in the world with not a single clue what to do, it didn’t help that the people I called my parents got a divorce. I didn’t think I could come back from this. I was so far deep at the bottom of the barrel that I couldn’t even see the sky.

That was until you came along. I thought I’d finally found a way out, you were my way out. Instead of just walking past the barrel like everyone else did, you reached down inside and tried to pull me up even though I was trying to pull you down with me. You have a great life ahead of you Tony, I don’t. I was made to fail from the get-go. You though, Jesus, I didn’t even think I deserved to breathe the same air as you. Sure, you were a jerk to everybody but when we were alone together, it felt like the whole world wasn’t watching us for a few hours. All I did all day was count down the time till we were with each other. I know this doesn’t make sense, or maybe this just doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe I just forced my brain to think I was faking it, faking all the depression and addictions, just like I was faking my smiles and laughs. I don’t know why I never told you, maybe I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me. You deserve to be free and be the best you could be, and I definitely didn’t want to be the good for nothing girlfriend of the smartest man in the world. I love you, Tony. Never, ever forget it. I’ll see you again some day my love, but for now, forget about me and live in the moment, you’ll never know when the person most important to you will leave.

Love, Y/n <3

Tony Stark was not a crier. He prided himself on being a man and never letting anyone see him cry. But here he was, hunched over his work desk crying over the one lover he would do anything to get back.

So when the day that the aliens came to earth, and Tony had to hold the closet thing to a son he would ever have and watch him turn to dust, he remembered your letter.

And when Tony Stark looked up at your senior photo that displayed over the time machine he had just made on a whim, he remembered your letter.

And when he kneeled in the desecrated, waste land he called The Avengers Compound, he remembered your letter.

And as the life drained out of him as he finished the battle he promised he would win, he didn’t remember your letter. He remembered you, and what you looked like, and what you sounded like, and what you smelled like. And for a second, just a second, it seemed you were there, right in front of him, waiting to take him back home where you would spend the rest of time with each other. Pepper would understand, hopefully. But at that moment, in the nicest way possible, Pepper and no one else mattered. Just you, who was standing there with an outstretched hand waiting for Tony to pass on, watching as a young man cried over Tony’s lifeless body.

Maybe this was how everything was supposed to end, but neither of you will know what could have been.

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thequeenopower · 2 years

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The Itsy-Bitsy Spider

TW: BLOOD, FIGHTING, SWEARING, STUPID WINDOW.

Cold. Was all Peter felt as his back hit the red brick wall.

It was a rainy day in Queen’s. The second rainy day in Queen’s, actually. It was the perfect time for crime, the rain hindered peoples vision so they couldn’t see the criminal and most people were inside of their houses not wanting to be drenched in rain. But Spider-Man was out, swinging throughout the city, helping the police by doing their daily tasks with just a little bit more swagger.

He stopped and landed on a light post, wishing it wasn’t raining so he could answer your texts. He knew you’d be texting him wondering why he wasn’t answering but not thinking too much about it. When he first became Spider-Man, you were upset at the fact he wasn’t answering his phone like he used to, but now you’re used to it so you don’t wonder as much. That’s not to say you know he’s Spider-Man, you don’t, but you’re not left in the dark anymore when he doesn’t answer for hours on end.

Peter takes a few glances around the area before his ears pick up some shouting from inside a local gas station. It’s a gang using the weather to their advantage to rob the place. He tries to silently attack them as they’re coming out but they’re already one step ahead of him. They fight him all the way to a random alley way where they start to get the upper hand on him. One of them pulled out a device that doesn’t seem like anything at first but as soon as it attaches itself to Peters back, it starts to weaken him. He took a few punches to the face and a few stabs to the sides while in his weakened state.

And here he is again, cold against the red brick wall.

One of the guys grabs a pipe which poured water onto Peters head as it was grabbed. But before the guy knocked Peter unconscious, he got that little bit of adrenaline that he didn’t know he had. You know, the kind your body produces to save you from life or death situations. He knocked the pipe out of the guys hand and got stabbed in the process by a different guy from the gang. A passing by cop car caught Peters attention, but it was too late as the car drove on pass the alley way. But, Peter was faster. He flicked a web onto the bumper of the car and pulled it back so the cop could come and get the criminals. And soon enough, Peter was swinging through the city to find a certain house, on a certain street, with a certain person in it. A girl, his girl, Peter’s girl, well Peter’s Best Friend. Well, one of Peter’s Best Friends.

April, a name that you had been bullied for having even though you had no say in the matter, though you didn’t mind your name. You thought it was unique, I mean, come on, it’s not everyday you meet someone named April. Your friends, or at least your close friends, they love your name and think it suits you well. When they think of you they think of April and when they think of April they think of you. It’s a constant loophole that you hope never ends. And well for Peter, he thinks its the most beautiful name in the world. He knew he loved it when a he said a quote that would become an inside joke.

“Hey, hey. What happened?” His hands cupped your face as hot tears poured out of your eyes.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Let’s just get out of here.” You tried removing your face from his hands but his grip tightened just a little to keep you looking at him.

“You know, they say that April showers bring May flowers,” Peter smiles a goofy smile that he knows will make you smile, it does.

“Well then, if I have a daughter I will most definitely name her May.” You smile and little and Peter lets go of your face.

“That’s what you got from that? Well, at least Aunt May won’t be the only May in Queen’s.”

But your name wasn’t the reason why he was going to see you right now. He was going to see you because you had been an assistant intern at a local ER clinic where you dealt with a lot of puncture wounds, he knew you’d be perfect for the job.

He felt like he was going to pass out from the amount of blood he lost before he got to your house. He hoped that if he did pass out that someone would help him out of the kindness of their heart. But, luckily for him, he made it to your house. He landed with a loud thump on your fire escape, it was not a pretty fall to say the least. He tried lifting himself up but his body was very reluctant and forced him to fall back down onto his stomach. His only option being to crawl to your window. It’s funny, the itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout, but instead of water spout it was the floor of your fire escape and instead of an itsy bitsy spider it was a teenager dressed in a unitard dying.

After what felt like forever for Peter, he finally made it to your window. With his mask still on, he pounded on your window before falling back down onto his stomach. He had hoped your ears weren’t deafened by the loud music your headphones usually blasted.

Fortunately enough for him, your curtains opened up. Unfortunately enough for him, your little brother was standing on the other side of it.

Little David, Peter calls him, stared at him with excitement, only until he saw the bloodied handprints on the window did his expression falter. He tried to open the window but Peter knew that if it was hard for you to open sometimes, then it would be even harder for your 8 year-old little brother to open it. Little David quickly found out quickly that he couldn’t open the window and left Peter there for a few moments before returning with you. You had managed to open the window easily, the first time that you could do it without the help of Peter. You grabbed onto Peter and pulled him through the window and onto your bedroom floor.

“Davey, go grab the first aid kit, quickly!” I said, frantically.

David ran out of my bedroom, on the hunt for the bathroom that had the kit in it.

You looked down at Spider-Man, staining your once white carpet. But the carpet didn’t matter at this point, The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man was currently dying on your bedroom floor and he trusted you to help him. And helping him was just the thing you were going to be doing.

“I got the kit, now what do we do?” David placed the kit at my side.

“You have to go and distract mom, she can’t find out he’s in the house.” I told him, pulling on some gloves that were in the kit.

“On it,” He salutes Spider-Man who I would’ve said was dead if it hadn’t been for the little nod he did towards David telling me he was still conscious. And with the excitement he had gotten when he first saw Spider-Man outside his sister’s window, he ran out of the room but not without slamming the door shut.

“Sorry about him, he’s like your biggest fan.” I say as I start to clean his wounds with antiseptic wipes, using a new one for every new wound.

Spider-Man laughed at my comment but not without wincing at the cold wipe and then clenching his mouth and holding in grunts of pain when the wipes’ medicine entered his wound. I don’t blame him though, with all the pain he’s experienced I’m surprised he hasn’t passed out yet.

After cleaning up his wounds, I put on a thin layer of Neosporin on them before dressing the small wounds with gauze pads and adhesive tape. For the big wound that went along his upper abdomen, I used stretchable gauze and then put cohesive tape around it to make sure it stays in place. After all of that was done with, I took off my gloves and looked at him.

“It’s not my best work but it’ll do for now.” He puts up a hand and then turns over to show a tiny device sticking out of his back.

“What the hell?” I put on new gloves and start to poke and prod around the device.

I feel little leg type things under his skin and decide to try to take it out gently and try not to cause any more harm or discomfort to the Spider-Man.

“Hey, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker. I have to pull it out and it’s not going to feel anywhere near nice. Do you want something to hold onto or bite down on?” He shook his head no, opting to deal with the pain than risk showing his face.

I grab some gauze pads so I can stop the bleeding as soon as it starts and contemplate using tweezers or my fingers. The tweezers wouldn’t be able to grip the metal of it so my fingers it is. I put my finger tips onto the cold metal of the device and get my finger nails under it slightly. Shit, this was going to hurt me and I’m not the one getting it pulled out of me.

“On the count of 3, ready, 1, 2, 3!” I pulled it out as fast and quickly as I could.

He clenched his teeth as he let out a muffled scream that only the people in my room would be able to hear. His hands gripped on one of my thighs as I hurriedly put the gauze pads onto the wound that was bleeding profusely.

“Shit, Shit, Shit!” I cursed as I tried my best to stop the bleeding.

I went through an entire thing of gauze pads that I had to start using articles of my clothing to stop the bleeding. It took a little bit for the bleeding to finally calm down but it was still bleeding as I dressed it.

“Well, how bad was it?” I dumbly ask, but he chuckles at it and pats my thigh before letting go.

“What even is that thing?” He held the device in his hand and shrugged at my question.

For someone who had never met anyone famous or at the very least never even been in the same room as Spider-Man, I’ve been surprisingly calm. He looked at the device intently, so much so I got up and started to clean-up as I knew he’d be leaving soon so he could relax in his own home.

“Thank you,” I hear behind me as I go to walk out of the room with the kit.

“It was no problem, Spider-Man.” I say walking out of my room.

I didn’t expect Spider-Man to still be there so I decided to go to the living room to check on David and get a little snack to calm my nerves.

Peter could not believe the pain he just went through. He wouldn’t even wish this pain on his worst enemy it was so bad. He definitely was not leaving April’s anytime soon seeing as though he could not move from his position without taking it slow. April must’ve thought he would leave since she was taking so long to get back. He made his way to her bed trying his best to get comfortable, he never could since it was a lumpy twin mattress that has seen better days, but to him it felt like heaven on his sore body. He fell asleep instantly knowing that April would never remove his mask no matter how curious she was. Being trustworthy was always her best quality.

Coming back up the stairs, David followed closely behind, reminding me of the promise I made of playing a round of monopoly before heading off to bed. Of course he would still want to play even after all the things he’s just seen.

“David, I’m tired. Why don’t we play tomorrow where we’ll have more ti-” I stopped in my tracks as I saw Spider-Man splayed out on my bed.

I looked down at David who looked up at me. I looked down at the bag of chips and water bottle in my hand and looked toward the body on my bed. I walk towards the body and start to tap it, it becoming more and more aggressive when he didn’t react.

“What?!” He said angrily.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Uh, would you like some chips to eat, Mr. Spider-Man Sir?” He chuckles at the name and nods, taking the bag from my hands and holding it.

“Uh, I kind of have to take my mask off to eat so if you could...” I make an O shape with my mouth before turning to David.

“We’ll play monopoly tomorrow, I double promise. But you have to go to bed right now.” David smiles and nods before running out of my room and right into his.

“I’ll turn my back,” He nods and as soon as I turn my back, I hear the rustling of fabric and then the sound of the chip bag opening.

He ate the rest of the of the chips that were already in the bag and drank the entirety of the water bottle. He told me I could turn around again, in which I did do but not without slowly opening my eyes to make sure I didn’t see anything.

“So, are you staying for the night?” He nods before putting his hands up.

“That’s alright, right?” I nod and smile before taking a pillow and some blankets out of my closet.

“Oh shit, I forgot this was your bed. I can sleep on the floor.” I shook my head indicating it was fine.

“You’re the one that just got something pulled out of him that’s the size of my hand. You deserve the bed more than anyone else.” He bowed his head and thanked me while I continued to make a make-shift bed on the ground.

After making the bed, I tried to get comfortable but I twisted and turned for hours not being able to relax. Getting up with a huff, I grab the fuzzy blanket that was covering me, and moved towards my bed that had the Spider-Man sleeping peacefully on it. Poking him, I tried my best to avoid hurting him.

“April? What is it?” Did he just say my name?

“How did yo-”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ve just heard about you and have seen you around. Sorry, sorry.”

I look at him as he looks at me. I wish I could see his face to see what he was feeling. You don’t realize peoples expressions help tell you what they’re feeling until you can’t see their face.

“So, what did you need?” I come back from my thoughts and hold up my blanket.

“I came to ask if I could sleep on my bed.” He chuckles and moves over slowly as to not hurt himself.

She got into bed with Peter, using the fuzzy blanket as the only thing protecting her from the cold air of her room. Peter had no clue how he was able to lie out of telling her it was really him but he knew she was trying to put everything together without actually putting everything together. She’d never ask directly but Peter knew at one point or another she’d find out the truth. But tonight was not the night, tonight was the night he was able to hold her close after a long day of pain and feel it all leave him as he drifted to sleep with her on his mind.

Maybe he does like her more than a friend, but it’s not like she’d seen him as anything other than a friend, right?

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thequeenopower · 3 years

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Fancy seeing you here ; Technoblade x OC

Warning: Mentions of blood, death, and murder (not necessarily but he does push her off of a cliff).

The Manberg vs Pogtopia War. It was no it had changed people. Nobody trusted anyone anymore and everyone had seemed to lose hope. But, there was a certain person that seemed to have a very tiny sliver of hope. She was there since the beginning, she was there to experience Dream and his army blow up L’manberg, she had witnessed the first of many o7′s. She’s been through it all and yet she lives. She lives to make sure she gets to witness greatness, a victory for the people of the DreamSMP who just want peace.

Her past was hard to come by, no one knew who she was or where she came from. All they knew was that she was royalty and that she was the center of SMP. She was of the Guardian family, her mother being the Queen and her father being the King and her grandfather was the Elder. She had missed her grandfather dearly ever since she was thrown out of the Ocean Monument. The reason is unknown even to her, but she went on her way and was saved by Wilbur, a friend till the end he had once said, but it was more so until her end.

It wasn’t until he showed up that she started to rethink her choices and remember her past. He had long pink hair that was often braided and was left to lay on his right shoulder. His crown sat neatly on top of his head and not once had it fallen off. The jewelry he wore was just as expensive as netherite armor and his cape was made of the softest of fabrics, but only she knew these things. He confided in her, as much as he could. She made him feel something that he hadn’t felt in a long time, something that made him feel like fighting for. Everyone was ready for the war, but not for the aftermath of it. But no one felt the true pain that Techno had felt when he saw her.

She stood there, hair blowing behind her as Wilbur stood next to her. They looked out at the others from the hole in the room that used to have all four walls, everything was blown up. And as everyone looked up at them, they felt the weight of what they’ve done fall onto them.

“I told you I would stick beside you every step of the way. Whatever you do next, I’ll stand behind it.” He looks at her, taking it all in.

She’s from a different place, she's not from here. Her voice was always dreamlike which made it hard to stay awake while she talked. Everyone always felt tired when she talked and it made it hard to do simple things like mine blocks since your body just felt tired so suddenly. But then, like a tidal wave, it hit him. She’s a Guardian, but unlike the name, she wasn’t meant to keep them safe. She, herself, was a product of war. He remembered reading about it as a small boy. She was meant to stop wars but she only brought it where ever she went.

As long as she were alive, there would be wars. So, he had to do the only thing he could think of. He had to kill her.

Walking behind her, he looked down to see how far the fall would be. He didn’t want her to suffer, just wanted to make it quick and easy. But he knew that it would hurt until her last breath. Turning her around, he could see her tears streaming down her face. She thought he was bringing her into a hug, oh how wrong she was.

“They’re not ready, yet.” And he pushed her off, letting her fall to her doom.

She wasn’t angry, no, that wasn’t what she was feeling as she slowly fell through the air. She knew it was inevitable, her demise. But she never thought it’d be brought to her by a caring friend, all wrapped up nice and even given a little ribbon tied into a bow for some extra pizzazz. But still, anger was the last thing she was feeling. If anything, she was feeling remorseful. She knew all along why she was there but she tried to bury it. Bury it away along with all the trauma she had stored with it along the way. She thought that six feet wasn’t enough so she doubled it and thought it was good enough, but as we know, it is never enough.

She felt sorry for all she had done, for everything she knew she could’ve stopped. And even though she was grateful that people cared for her, everyone's screams as she fell from the hole made her feel even worse. The façade she had that made everyone fall for her, made them feel the need to trust her, she was now hearing it all pour out of them like lava. She was sure they knew who she was by now otherwise she might’ve not died. Unless it was only then that Wilbur had figured it out, but she’ll never get the answer to that.

As her body collided with the blown-up earth, the screams seemed to stop. Everything hurt, but she knew it all be over soon. Then the screams happened again and she could hear them wailing on what used to be a street. But it got quieter and her ears started to ring as her heartbeat started to slow down and her breaths became short.

“Queensley!” Technoblade shouted as he slid down the leftover pieces of dirt and rocks. His eyes were bloodshot as the tears that once occupied his eyes began to dry.

Then did he see her, lying there in a pool of her own blood. A hole in her head from where she first made contact with the stone beneath her. And yet with all the death surrounding her, he still saw the beauty in her.

“Fancy seeing you here.” She gasped out. Her voice, even though raspy, still was dreamy.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything? Here, take my golden apple!” He rushed over his words as he rummaged through his bag, that was until her hand stopped him.

“I’m fine, how are you?” He looked at her, dumbfounded. She was slowly dying, and she was worried about him. But, he decided to play along. He didn’t want her to know that he was panicking, all he wanted was for her to be was relaxed and if that meant acting as if nothing was wrong, then so be it.

“You really scared me, Queensley.” She smiled at the name that she came up with on the spot the first day she showed up here.

“If you die... who employs butlers anymore?” She rasped out a laugh as she remembers when she forced him to be her butler for the day when he lost a bet.

“Don’t forget me.” She whispered as her last desperate attempt at staying alive failed.

“I won’t sweetheart, just promise me you’ll be good.”

All she could do was smile and look up at the sky as everything slowly drifted away from her.

Her death had a major impact on everyone. What seemed to bug everyone was why it happened. No one had a clear answer which started the rumors. They had started ones that she was also a traitor, which wasn’t a lie, there was even one that was said she was Wilbur's love interest that cheated on him but that was shut down fast seeing as though even in death, they still had respect for both of their fallen friends.

When Wilbur came back, Techno’s lost hope came back as well. He thought of all the places she could be, all the places where she must be scared or lonely, maybe even lost. But the second it was said Wilbur only remembered the good things made him scared again. He thought of how she was already losing her memory beforehand and remembered how she had hit her head which had to have caused something to happen to her already damaged memory.

He walked to her house in his last attempt at finding her. He hadn’t even opened the gates when he smelled homemade cookies and cakes being baked. Smoke rose from the chimney and he smiled remembering that during winter they’d snuggle up together on her couch with loads of blankets, hot chocolate, and the fire going. The cold bit at his nose but he didn’t care about any frostbite he could be getting. His girl was alive.

Walking in he saw her, covered in flour and her kitchen a mess as she danced around pulling trays out of the oven and putting new full ones back in. His chuckle startled her making the hot tray in her mitted hand fall to the floor. He stared with curiosity as she carefully picked up the tray with the surviving cookies and put them on the kitchen counter.

“Your security still sucks.” He laughs as she huffs her hair out of her face. Her skin was pale, showing she, like Wilbur, was now a ghost.

“Nobody's hunting for me.” He shook his head at her attitude that, even in death, was still there.

“I didn’t expect to see you again.” She whispered, eyes glazing over.

“We didn’t exactly get to say goodbye.” He choked out, eyes also glazing over.

“No, you’re right. We never did.” He smiled as she came up to him and hugged him, sniffling.

“I didn’t want to be rude.” He laughed out.

“I never said you were rude, I just said you could be a little nicer to others.” He smiled again.

And he and his Queen lived happily ever after.

Until the Resurrection Book was confirmed.

#DreamSMP #Technoblade #TechnobladeXOC #l'manberg #l'manburg #dream #georgenotfound #Techno #Technobladeneverdies #minecraft #mcyts

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thequeenopower · 4 years

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Ron Weasley x Reader

“Ron! You can’t go into the girls' dorm!” Harry whisper-yelled at Ron.

“Watch me.” And in went Ron with a potion in his pocket, returning only a few moments later with nothing at all in them.

At first, you thought the smell was nothing, just him being idiotic and spraying cologne all over the room. But the smell stayed in the room and it seemed like nobody had a problem with it except for you.

“Alright, Weasley. Give it up.” Ron looks up at me as I stand in front of him on the couch.

“What do you mean?” Ron was scared of you now. Your face showed that you were angry, very angry.

“What’d you do to my room?! It smells terrible!” Ron just laughs and relaxes into the chair.

“Well, what's it smell of then?”

“You, you oaf!” The girl was furious.

Ron stood up, very surprised at her answer. Ron towered over her as he replayed the answer again in his head, Harry snickering from beside them.

“Me? Why would it smell of me? You know boys aren't allowed in the girls' dormitory.” He spoke as if she wasn’t the star student in all of her classes.

“Well, why don’t you come see for yourself.” I grabbed his arm and tugged him up the stairs, throwing open the door to the dorm.

“Can’t you smell that?” I asked annoyed, arms crossed against the doorway as he walked inside more.

He sniffed the air a few times smelling, (scent one), (sent two, and (sent three). He looked back at the girl in the doorway realizing that he never actually tried the love potion. He just put it in the girls’ dorm to see who y/n liked.

“Please do whatever you can to get that scent out! It's been giving me awful headaches.” I rubbed my forehead as he walked towards me.

“You said you smelled me?” I nodded, making him smile.

He then put both hands on the sides of my face and kissed me.

“What the hell Weasley!” I wasn’t mad, just surprised. His smile fell and he back away from me.

“Sorry, it’s just you said you smelt me and love potions usually make you smell the person y-” I cut him off with a slap to the face.

“You put a love potion in here?! How’d you ever get one of those? No wonder Ginny’s been spending most of her time here. Nevermind that. How bloody idiotic of you, Ron!” He held onto the side of his face as it all went red.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see who you liked.” He said sheepishly.

“Well, now you know it’s you. You happy now?” He smiled big again at me saying the words he’s been dying to hear.

Taking my face in his hands again, he kissed me. We stayed like that, moving in sync, slowly moving towards my bed, before being interrupted.

“Ew!” We broke apart to see a disgusted looking Hermoine and a very pleased Ginny.

“We’ll just leave you two be.” And she closed the door.

#Harry Potter #Ron weasley #weasley family #Draco malfoy #Ron weasley x reader #hogwarts #diagon alley #Fred weasley #George weasley #hermoine granger #Ginny weasley

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thequeenopower · 4 years

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Spider-Man/Peter Parker x Reader

Tony Stark was dead. The man who was basically a father to me was gone. I still remember the sound that my heart made when I got the call from Pepper.

But life continued. I still went to school, hung out with my friends, went to work. The job I have now could never compete with my internship at Stark industries.

“Hey, y/n!” I turned to see Peter walking up to me, MJ and Ned right behind him.

“Hey, Pete.” He stopped next to my locker as I continued stuffing my bag with books.

“So what are you doing later? We were thinking we could have a movie marathon.” I put my backpack on and turn to them.

“I wish I could but I got a lot of homework to do and my dad’s supposed to be getting back from his business trip tonight so I’ll need to do all my chores.” They nod and we all walk out the door.

“And remember y/n, if anything happens, just come to me.” He winks and runs to catch up with MJ and Ned. I chuckle to myself as I begin my journey home

“Hey, dad. How was the trip?” He dropped his bags on the counter and sat down on a chair at the island.

“Terrible. All the guys were drunk the entire time.” I laugh and hand him his coffee.

“Anything new happen?” He took a big sip of his coffee as I leaned against the counter with my arms crossed.

“Nothing really. Schools going good and the café is doing well.”

“That’s good.” An uncomfortable silence fell over us as he finished his coffee and began to head to his room.

“Tony’s gone,” I say quietly to him, which makes him turn around.

“Good. He was a good for nothing billionaire.” Tears fill my eyes as my brain instantly shows me memories of what Tony and I used to do.

“Yeah, well you’re a good for nothing dad!” I hear him call my name as I sprint out of the house towards a place that I know I’m welcome at.

“Come on, Peter,” I say as my phone continues to ring.

“Hey, It’s Peter! Leave a message after the beep. BEEEEEEEP! I’m just kidding, now leave a message after the beep.” I huff and hang up the phone.

Out of all the times, he decides not to answer, it's tonight of all nights.

^Using this bedroom layout

I climb up Peter’s fire escape and into his bedroom through his window. I land on his made bed and pray to God I wasn’t sitting on his face. I stand on the floor to realize that he wasn’t there at all.

I sat on his bed waiting for him to come but he never came. I left the room to get a drink only to come back with Peter under the covers, sleeping.

“Hey, sorry aunt May. Knocked something down in my sle-” I looked at him wide-eyed.

“You were not just here a second ago.” His face became red as he stood up quickly and moved towards me.

“Y/n, what are you doing here? I thought you said your dad was coming back today.” And it was as if all the memories came rushing back.

All the times I stayed at Tony’s place because my dad was out on trips. All the times I helped Tony fix his suits just so I could get ice cream. The time he told me he was a father and I basically had a little sister. And then tonight, the night that my father lost me as a child.

“Please don’t leave me, Pete.” I cry as he hugs me making me grip onto his shirt.

“I can’t take another person I love leaving me.”

We stand there for a little, just holding onto each other.

“I cried when Tony told me you were gone.” I fess.

“Every night I cried. It became a ritual for me. I think it hurt the most cause I was in love with you.” Peter pulls away just a little bit to look at my face.

“Was as in you were or you still am.” I laugh a little and punch his shoulder as I pull away from him.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

And so I pulled him in for a kiss and he kissed back.

#avengers #iron man #spider-man #peter parker #tom holland #pepper pots #marvel #MJ #zendaya #tony stark #robert downy jr #rdj #spiderman far from home #spiderman homecoming #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader

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thequeenopower · 4 years

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Carl Grimes x Reader

The prison was long gone, overrun by the undead. Where were we supposed to call home now? I couldn’t just stop and set up base, I had to keep moving. For Judith, for Rick, for Carl.

The only issue was that water was depleting slowly by the hour and Judith was getting fussy. Her cries drew every walker for miles.

Walking along a road was sometimes fine, my adoptive dad, Daryl, used to always say that the tree roots are what's gonna get you while running. I had seen a sign earlier saying something about there being a place to stay called terminus but when I got there it too had been overrun.

Walking was my least favorite thing to do, especially with a still-fresh wound on my leg that hasn't had time to heal since we haven't stopped for a rest.

“Judith for the love of God quit squirming!” She started tearing up which meant she was gonna cry in less than five seconds.

“Oh, Judith, look what I've got!” I pull out the bunny that I had in my bag and shake it in her face which calms her down. She grabs it from my grasp and snuggles it. I hear growling and see a walker stumble into view.

Taking out my bat I swing with all the night I had in my left arm and bashed its head open. I used the bat as a cane not wanting to get walker guts on me and continue walking down the never-ending road.

Exhaustion was getting to me and my knees felt weak but I had to push through it, I had to get Judith some where safe.

I go to look up into the sky to tell the time when I see people in the street. Some are sitting out of view but others are standing talking to each other.

I see the infamous sheriff's hat and immediately know who it is.

My knees give out causing me to kneel on the ground, my bat clanking next to me getting the group's attention. I set Judith down on the bunny to protect her head from the rough road before passing out onto the ground.

When I woke up my throat was dry and we were in a new place, a place that looked like a church.

I heard laughter but didn't see anyone because of the pews. Sitting up I see a water bottle, which I chug, and a can of peaches that I also eat rather quickly.

I stand up, using the pews to support my weak body, and walk towards the group who hasn't seen that I'm up.

“Y/n! You're awake!” Daryl walks up to me hugging me. He was basically my dad since he adopted me when he had found out that my parents were dead.

“Thank you so much for keeping care of Judith, y/n.” Rick says as soon as I sit beside Carl.

“It wasn't that much of a hassle, she's like my little sister. I was gonna risk my life no matter what for her.” He smiles and nods, bouncing the baby on his knees.

“I know you, you were about dead when we brought you here. You seemed to not have eaten in days seeing as there were no cans and just formula in your bag and you didn't have even a droplet of water left.” I smile and nod before being handed another can of peaches.

“We can have seconds now?” I ask which makes the grown-ups laugh but it was a serious question.

Carl looks at me before wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Being the only 14-year-olds around was tough work that's for sure. Especially when there are only the opposite gender.

Sure he gets on my nerves but he's my best friend, even if I have developed a crush on him.

“Thank you, again. It means a lot to us that you did what you did for Judith.” I nodded and shoveled peaches into my mouth making Carl laugh.

“Woah, holy shit! That's the first time I've heard you laugh!” Everyone looks at us for a moment about to scold me for cursing but they see the moment that we were sharing and decided not to say anything.

Carl's eyes widen with happiness and his smile is big as he sees how happy it is for me to hear his laugh.

“Well maybe if you were funnier you'd hear more often.” I stick my tongue out and punch his shoulder before finishing my peaches and walking back over to the pews.

“Following me now are we, Grimes?” He laughs from beside me.

“I just wanted to tell you something.” I nod for him to continue.

“When you fell, I thought you died. I thought I'd have to put you out the same way I had to do my mother. But when we got your pulse I was so relieved. I don't know what I’d do without you. That's why I'm gonna tell you this and you can't laugh.” I nod.

“I like you, ” He looks away from me making me grab his hand so he can face me.

“I like you too, ” But before anything else can be said, he kisses me.

#carl grimes #rick grimes #daryl dixon #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #twd #judith grimes #walkers #chandler riggs #andrew lincoln #norman reedus

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thequeenopower · 4 years

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New Partners ; The Mandalorian

I walk towards the large ship, the sweltering heat, and the sand flying around forced me to try and get there faster. Once I had reached the ship, the back had opened, lowering down a ramp.

I peeked my head out and saw a Mandalorian with a floating egg following it. Once they were on the ship and about to close the ramp, I took out my gun, pointed it at the Mandalorian, and stunned him.

He fell down instantly.

And I thought that was gonna be harder.

10 minutes later and I was in the cockpit, the Mandalorian behind me, cuffed and tied on a chair. The egg opened suddenly as I started up the ship.

"Oh my," I say as I see the green child in the egg.

"Who are you?" I pick him up and spun him around trying to get a good look at him.

"You ain't gonna hurt me for doing that to your dad are you?" He looked at me with his big brown eyes and reached out to grab my nose.

"I'm just gonna put you right back here..." I laid him down in his egg and turned back around.

I touched a few buttons and pulled down a lever before feeling the ship raise. I smile and grip onto the two joysticks in front of me, pushing them forward. As the ship went higher and higher into hyperspace, the man behind me started to stir.

"Who are you?" I finally hear. I turned on autopilot before turning the chair around and looking at the man clad in Mandalorian armor.

"Queen Ryn Storm, at your service." I bowed in my seat as he just looked at me.

"I know you're bounty hunter, or well at least you used to be, but I'm trying to get to a planet. You can have it back once I've landed but I really need to get to this planet." I stare into the T shaper visor in his helmet.

"You're a rebel." I laugh.

"No need for introductions I see. I'll just be going back to piloting so I can get to this planet." I turned around and started flying. I heard him trying to get out of the cuffs and ropes but it was no use.

"Pehea liser some solus cuyir mesh'la a stupid sha te adla ca'nara." He grunted out. (How can someone be beautiful but stupid at the same time.)

"Did you just call me stupid?"

"And a lot of other things." I scoffed and continued flying.

Then, something hit the ship. I didn't think it was anything at first since it could've just been something I hit but then a small ship flew in front of me.

"Get out of the ship Queen Ryn!" They said.

"You gotta catch me first!" I pushed up and the ship jutted forward and went at an extremely fast pace. Shots are fired at the ship from behind until I stop short.

"Caught you!" I hear as he flies over the ship and in front of me.

"Rule number one, never catch a tiger by its toe!" I hit a button with my fist and the small ship in front of me explodes.

"Aw fuck!" There are blinking lights and I hear something shut down.

"I'm gonna have to land this."

Once we reached flat soil I let the Mandalorian go.

"You ruined my ship." He seethed in anger.

"Get over it, I'm sure you're rich enough to repair it." I walk out of the ship with him hot on my tail.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says in a serious tone. Such a dad.

"I guess you want to starve out here until one of us becomes so hungry that we start seeing each other as walking chicken," I smirk as he doesn't say anything and continue my way into the nicely separated forest path.

"Hey little buddy, you hungry?" I pick him up and sit him on my lap.

I had just gotten back and had found a village and got food and drinks so we wouldn't die fast out here.

"He already ate." A gruff voice says from behind me. I stand up from my seat and see him with a small rag in his hand.

"Any progress?" He shakes his head.

"You tell me."

"Well since you haven't left me stranded here I'm gonna go with... no." He doesn't say anything as he goes back to working on the outside of the ship.

By the time the ship is done, night has already fallen and the child is already asleep.

"You hungry?" He turns his head towards me and shakes his head.

"Oh come on. You're telling me that you're not hungry after working on the ship all day, in the sweltering heat, while also wearing that armor and not drinking any water what so ever?" He nods before packing tools back up and putting them back on the ship.

"Oh heck no. Come here." He doesn't listen as he continues to load stuff. As he sets the last box down I grab his wrist and sit him down on the extra seat that was there.

"Here, eat." He looks at the bread that's in the napkin and gestures towards his helmet.

"Luckily for you," I trail off as I grab a handkerchief from my back pocket. " I have just the solution."

I tie it around my eyes and make sure I can't see anything.

"I could've just gone back on the ship." I hear a latch be pulled and then something be put on the ground.

"And risk you taking off in my ship? I don't think so." His voice was clearer and not modulated meaning he took off his helmet.

"Tell me 'bout yourself." He says suddenly.

"Oh, uh." I trail off.

"I'll tell you about me if you tell me about you." He bargained.

"Fine. As you know, I am Queen Ryn Storm, also known as Princess Ryn. My father was a very powerful man before the Galactic Empire fell. He was associated with all kinds of terrible people, and my mother didn't like it one bit. She raised me to be just like her, sweet, caring, charismatic. That was until my father had caught her sneaking around with another man." I stopped to breathe before continuing.

"The screams I heard that night, they'll live with me forever. They were so loud and vivid even though they happened so long ago. My father said she had walked out on us, but he had said he'd make me the queen of everything, I guess that's what my mother didn't want happening." Even though I couldn't see him I sat up and looked at him.

"He taught me how to do hand-to-hand combat, shoot a gun, use a knife, fly a ship-"

"Well, we can see what you failed." I punched at where I thought his shoulder would be.

"He was turning me into a war machine so when it was my time to take over as Queen I'd know exactly how to rule. But, as soon as I was inaugurated, I ran off. I flew around planet to planet, a different ship every time I flew. I saw more things in the time I was running than I did when I was in the castle. The Empire had already fallen by the time I was to become Queen, but that didn't stop me from leaving. My father was a terrible man, he never did love me, he just wanted a heir that would do everything he would do." I didn't know I had shed a tear until I went to pull up my blindfold and felt wetness.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that." He said solemnly. I nod and look at towards the ground, kick some dirt.

"Well... tell me your story." He coughed a little to clear his throat.

"Well, when I was young I was caught in the crossfire of an attack by Separatist battle droids during the Fall of the Republic. The droids slaughtered my people, I saw them do it as I clung on to my mother." As soft whimper leaves his throat as he vividly remembers the events that took place that day.

"My parents, they hid me under a hatch to protect me, but before they could even get themselves to safety, they were killed by an explosion. A B2 battle droid almost killed me, they had found where I was and opened it, planning on killing me, but a Mandalorian Warrior had shot him down before he had gotten the chance. More had come to fight the remaining droids but I never saw anything else since the Mandalorian Warrior had already flown away with me. I was then trained and raised as fondling by them, I eventually joined the Tribe that was Nevarro and become a well-known bounty hunter." He finished.

"At least you got a happy ending and a kid out of it." I tried lightening the mood. He let out a chuckle, something that I've never heard him do in the last 24 hours that I had known him.

"I sure did, fought for him long and hard too." I felt him scoot closer beside me.

"So what happens if someone does see your face?"

"Well, then I'd never be able to put my helmet back on." I laughed.

"What?"

"You'd never be able to put it back on? Oh please, what’s so important about someone seeing your face?"

"I'd break the code. I'd no longer be a Mandalorian." I make an o shape with my mouth.

"So you don't ever want to settle down with someone?" He sighs probably wondering why he didn't shoot me when he had the chance.

"I haven't found the right person yet, well, I might've but it's too early to tell." I nod.

"Who's the lucky lady?" He chuckles.

"You don't know her."

"I've been to every single planet you can think of and then some, I also have an outstanding memory. Tell me who it is." I practically begged at the end.

Who's able to say they've gotten a Mandalorian to take their helmet off?

"I'm not telling you." He teased.

"I'll do it." I put my index finger and thumb on the fabric that was blocking my vision.

"You wouldn't dare." He challenged.

"Tell me who it is Mando or I'll do it!" He sighed long and hard.

"Fine, fine. Tion'jor cuyir gar guuror ibic? pehea cuy' Ni supposed at sirbur ibac it's gar?" I made a face since I didn't understand what he was saying. (Why are you like this? How am I supposed to say that it's you?)

"What'd you say?"

"How you're such a pain." I laughed.

"Come on, just tell me" I dragged out the end just wanting to know already.

"Gar bug ni, Ni don't even kar'taylir meg Ni haa'taylir o'r gar. Guuror pehea did Ni even start at guuror gar o'r ibic skotah amount be ca'nara ibac i've known gar o'r? ok, ok, fine. Ni guuror gar, ryn buyacir." I still didn't understand him. (You bug me, I don't even know what I see in you. Like how did I even start to like you in this short amount of time that I've known you in? Ok, ok, fine. I like you, Ryn Storm.)

He turns my head to the right and I can feel his breath on my face. I feel his face start to move closer to mine until we're just centimeters apart.

"I like you." And he kissed me, and I kissed back.

And the child watched it all happen as if there wasn't any force between them at all.

#the mandalorian #star wars #pedro pascal #mandalorian #oneshot #imagine #the mandalorain x OC #baby yoda #din djaren #boba fett #star wars imagines #romance #quick story #love

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