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Hii, I was wondering if I could request a Kylo/reader where reader is so in love with him but he treats her like shit but one day someone hurt her badly and he realized his feelings? Please?

A/N: you sure can! I hope you like it :)

warnings: explicit, kylo is not very nice, until he is, violence against the reader, slut shaming.

Working as Hux’s secretary had it’s ups and downs, the man was usually in a terrible mood, he demanded perfection from you and you were constantly running up and down the halls of the ship delivering news and updates, but you liked it, it’s was going to make you resume impeccable, and you were sure that you could get every single job your heart desired if you were ever to leave your current position. Despite the downsides of working for the General, the worst part of your job was Commander Ren, every time you went to deliver something to him, you felt your heartbeat on your ears, you knew it could be the last time you ever talked in your life, after all, he was known for killing messagers. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave Hux’s office with rage boiling and leaving through every pore of his body, and it wasn’t unusual for your work table to be the one to suffer with his temper. If the General’s anger was a wave, Ren’s was a tsunami.

You were walking through the Starkiller base once again, your heels clicking on the floor, anxiety eating your insides. You were making your way to the Commander, to let him know that once again the teams responsible to find the map he desperately needed failed their task. You knew it was a touchy subject for him, and that it usually led to the destruction of entire rooms, this time you were pretty sure that you would meet your creator, but a job is a job and you wouldn’t let Hux down. It didn’t take you long to see a tall black figure standing on the command bridge. Carefully, you got near him, trying to think of the best way to tell him what you needed without angering him too much.

“S-sir” you whispered trying to get his attention, in which you failed. “Commander Ren” you said, this time being capable to make your voice sound steady and hearable leading the black figure to turn your way, obligating you to see the mask that haunted your nightmares, he gave you a short nod as signal that you should continue “General Hux sent me to tell you that the team responsible to find the map still hasn’t been able to locate it, Sir”. His hands closed in fists and your chest tightened, you were terrified.

“Follow me” the mechanic voice you feared so much said as Ren stared to make his way out of the bridge with loud and determined steps. Quickly, you started to follow him through the ship’s halls, quickening your pace to keep up with his. When you entered a desert conference room confusion overpowered your fear, the Commander didn’t have a problem to kill anyone in front of a crowd of people, so why would he bring you here. Your thoughts were cut off by his voice “On your knees”. Trembling, you got slowly on your knees, keeping your eyes closed and waiting to hear the sound of his lightsaber echoing through the room, letting you know that your end was coming soon.

The sound never came, in its place, you heard the sound of a zipper being open and clothing being moved, causing you to open your eyes. Right in front of your face, the swollen head of his cock rested in his hands, making you shiver and your cunt clench with arousal. Your eyes travelled to his mask trying to understand if you were really understanding what was going on there. Impatiently, his gloved hands took a fistfull of your hair guiding your face to his cock, making your lips rest on the tip of it. Opening your mouth, you gently put his red head against your tongue and sucking on it. Slowly, you put whatever you could fit of his length on your mouth and started to bob, what you couldn’t fit you made sure to tease with your hands, stroking it in the same rhythm that you sucked him. The small sounds coming from above encouraged you to be bold, attempting to take all of him inside your hole.

When the tip of his cock finally touched your throat and your nose started to get near his pelvis, he took control of the blowjob and started to roughly fuck your face, steading you with the hand with your hair as he started to move, making you gag on his cock. He gave powerful trusts in and out your mouth, you kept your hands on his covered thighs trying to keep yourself still, so he could fuck your mouth freely. Tears started to drop from your glossy eyes, and your cunt was aching to be touched, but not knowing if it was allowed and not wanting to end the moment you fought the urge to touch yourself and started to focus on the sounds Ren was making. As his rhythm started to become sloppier, his groans started to become louder, and suddenly, without any previous warning, you felt the taste of his salty release on your mouth. Quickly, he put his now softening cock back on his pants, leaving you behind with a face full of droll and a very confused mindset.

After the incident, as you called it, Ren didn’t acknowledge you existence for quite a while, every time he entered and left Hux’s office, his mask didn’t even turned to your side, making it seem like you weren’t even there. The news you gave him were replied with simple nods and nothing else. So you followed his lead, you ignored the constant dreams you had with him, the thoughts about his dick and everything that remembered you of the incident. For a month, things went well and you were finally leaving it behind. Until you got a message on your datapad. Ren was requesting your presence at his quarters.

That night he ate you out until you were a mess of sobs and pleas for him to fuck you, and he fucked you until you forgot how to say a word that wasn’t his name. After you saw his face, ignoring the indecent and constant thoughts you had of him became an impossible task, his brown eyes, his beautiful aquiline nose, the freckles panting his skins and his soft dark hair never seemed to leave your mind. Thankfully, your sexual encounters with him started to be more frequent after that, which didn’t stop him to be a total jerk to you.

There was never any aftercare, he never really talked to you if it wasn’t dirty talk or when you gave him something the General asked you to give, he sent you away immediately after you two were finished, and the tantrums he gave still often interfered with your job. You knew that to him you were just a cockwarm, but you couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him, he was so gorgeous and so powerful, whenever you were with him you felt safe, like nothing could touch or hurt you. You were sure he knew how you felt about him, your eyes gave it all up, the way you praised him during your moments with him were also an obvious evidence, but he never said anything. When he wasn’t fucking you, you were none of his concern.

Rumors spread really fast on the Starkiller and it wasn’t long before your encounters with the Commander started to become a subject to the gossip going through the ship halls. People called you “Ren’s slut”. You tried hard not to care, you knew that everything you achieved in your life was because of yourself and no one else, you also knew that you didn’t belong to him, but it still hurted. You had no one to talk about this with, no close friends, you couldn’t talk about this with your family and you couldn’t make yourself seem weak in front of the dark knight.

It was late in the night, you had just left your desk in front of the General’s office after a very long week, you were looking forward to go to the workers bar to get a drink and soon after, get your tired ass to your bed and sleep for at least ten hours. The walk to the bar was very uneventful and quiet, the bar was crowded with troopers without their masks celebrating the end of their shift. Silently, you made your way to the bar stools and asked a very colorful drink. When you finally sipped your drink a moan left your mouth, you hadn’t noticed how emotionally and physically tired you were until that very moment . Your week was a living hell, Hux had been specially mean, nothing you would do had seemed to please him, so you redid a lot of documents, ran through the base to get whatever he would fetch. You had also met the Commander every single night, leaving your body sore from the sexual effort and your head confused and hurt with his attitude. On top of that, you had dealt with the constant judging looks you would get and the whispers that followed you everywhere you went.

Your thoughts made you drink faster than you normally would. Seeing that you were a little tipsy, you decided that it was time to get back to your quarters and get your well deserved rest. Ignoring the nasty looks you were receiving, you made your way out of the bar focusing on keeping an unbothered posture, and everything seemed to be working out, until you were stopped by a group of male troopers saying all kind of nasty things to you. You tried to ignore it and fight the tears starting to accumulate on your eyes, but when you were finally getting away, a hand grabbed you arm.

“Come on, baby, I assure you that I can fuck you better than Ren can” the man said, the alcohol on his breath hitting your face. Slapping the hand holding you, you gritted through your teeth “I will never touch your disgusting dick”. His hand held you tighter as he pulled you towards his figure, his anger clear in his face. His other hand went straight to your neck, stopping the airflow in your throat, you could listen him calling you a bitch, but it seemed far away, the lack of air making you consciousness start to fade. You did your best to fight him, you scratched his arm, tried to kick him, but nothing worked, his grip on you continued too tight.

You woke up in the med bay, as you tried to move your neck you realised that you couldn’t, there was some kind of protection around it, you wondered how bad the bruises were, the next thing you tried was to talk, but that failed as well, you did make a noise, but it was like a whisper, that’s when you noticed you weren’t alone.

“Calm down, y/n, your vocal cords were damaged on the attack, you went through a small surgery to fix it, the doctor said it will take a couple of weeks for you to regain fully your vocal capacities” Kylo said, running his hands through your hair “But you can think in what you want to say, I’ll listen”

How did I get here? What happened?

“I sensed your distress and went to the bar to see what was happening, when I found you unconscious in that scum’s hand. I took care of em and rushed to get you here” for the first time since you met him he seemed vulnerable.

Why would you help me? I thought you didn’t care

“I do care. I know I have been a jerk to you, and you don’t have to forgive me for it, I was just trying to push my feelings away, I don’t knowhow to deal with love, I never really felt loved in my life and so I convinced myself that love was a weakness. Until you came, with your praises, your soft eyes and started to break my walls, I was terrified of you and what you were doing to me, but I didn’t have the strength to stay away from you.”

Does that mean that you have a heart?

The question made a tiny smile crack in his face, and you wished that he would smile more, he was so beautiful like that. “I guess it does. And it belongs to you”.

[callmehopeless]

Babe, for a while I was like “Honeyed eyes? Neh, I’m not into the whole werewolf thing” but a few days a ago I read it until 3 am AND IM TOTALLY INTO WEREWOLF OKAY? I just need MORE AND MORE

Another convert to the cause! YES!

You have no idea how often this happens, i stg. I get this SO MUCH. people are like “werewolves? I could never” and then they come for the cuteness and stay for the knots

I was the same, I was exactly the same. And now? Now I CRAVE IT

Thank you honeybunch!

[babbushka]

I don’t know if you’ve watched that 70s show but Flip and wife!reader remind me a lot Red’s and Kitty’s relationship!!!

i don’t really watch tv but a lot of people have said this even though i don’t get it lol 

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I’m so fucking stupid. I read chapter 9 here in tumblr and I was like “where is the rest???” For 3 weeks and now I find out the rest is in AO3. I’m a 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Hi, darling xD

Hahahahahah I saw you reblogged it (I think it was youxD) and that day I saw it and I was like, I’ll reply later when this fever goes down and then I completely forgot. I’m sorry 😐

Bad news is, you spent all this time thinking there were no more chapters

Good news is, you have more chapters to read now xD

And it happens to everybody hehe

I hope you like the next chapters. See you 😘😘😘

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Sincronicidad

Quizás no fue ni el destino ni casualidad, pero nos encontramos allí, estuvimos en el mismo lugar, en medio de al menos 5,000 personas y quizás ese haya sido el detonante para creer que había alguna razón especial, magia de por medio o algo como eso, lo que no sabiamos era que estábamos allí para no ser...

Me enamore del contexto.

Tener el escenario frente a mí, con una de mis bandas favoritas tocando, de pronto volteo y tú estabas allí.

Me reconociste y desde lejos me saludaste, sin siquiera imaginarlo, te acercaste lentamente, claro tú ya sabias lo que yo sentía.

Cruzamos un par de palabras, tal vez por todos los elementos que nos rodeaban, crearon el ambiente perfecto.

Nos besamos.

Justo en medio de eso mencionaste las palabras más hermosas que me calaron fuerte y recordandolas quizas sean las más dolorosas, porque entre líneas enunciaban una despedida.

"Para que no te olvides de mí, ni yo de tí"

Resuenan en mi cabeza ahora...

Y me volviste a besar, tus labios fríos yo sabía que me harían daño y como una suicida decidí continuar.

Fuimos un instante...

Éramos el punto A y B que estaban relativamente próximos en espacio y tiempo.

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It’s Quiet Uptown: Part One

Request: Hiii, can I request a Tom Shelby x reader where they were a couple until Grace came and he broke up with her but she was pregnant and lose it and he finds about years after that????

Requested by @espacioytiempo

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: language, stillbirth, angst

A/N: First, I know very little about miscarriages and stillbirths, so if this isn’t accurate, I’m sorry. I did some research and tried my best. Second, this made me cry like a baby. I’m not even kidding. I teared up a little at first and that it was a full on river of tears seconds later. I’m so glad no one was home while I was writing this cause that would have been a disaster. I’d like to thank @nemesis729 for helping me with this and I love all you’re ideas, so thank you. I will also be doing a second part.

Part Two / Part Three

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“It’s me or her,” Y/n stated, a tear rolling down her cheek. Wiping it away, she already knew it wouldn’t be her.

The decision was a simple one after she’d seen the sparkle in Tommy’s eyes when he’d glance at the new barmaid anytime she accompanied him to the Garrison all those months ago. Y/n wasn’t naive, she knew it wasn’t the reflection from the lights above. There was no scapegoat, no one to blame for what she had seen. As plain as day, it was obvious that Tommy had fallen out of love.

At first, Y/n wanted to believe that he would get over himself. Speaking to his aunt on the subject, she believed the same. Men got bored easily with what they couldn’t have and, if her lover were like any other man, he would do the same. But Thomas Shelby wasn’t any man. He was the man that set his sights on what he wanted and didn’t let up until he held it between his palms. If he wanted Grace the way Y/n believed he did, then he wouldn’t care who got hurt until he got her.

He was an animal in that way.

Tommy sighed, annoyed by the demand. One of many signs that she was already lost to him. “What?” he questioned, biting back venom as lean back in his chair. 

“Pick one,” she commanded, unable to repeat the previous statement. When there was no response, she said, “I see how it is then. Enjoy your whore.”

Walking out of the Shelbys’ shared home, Y/n wouldn’t let herself cry. She hadn’t lost anything worth losing. Tommy had never been hers if he could slip through her fingers so easily. He was a man that answered to his dick, nothing more, nothing less. Not worth her time, nor her heart. She would be better off with a fucking cow than Thomas Shelby.

But he wasn’t the only one to blame for her loss. 

Before the war, Tommy was a loving man. One with a moral compass that guided him through the streets of Small Heath. With his love of horses, he dreamed of training them, spending his days in the stables, between the mares, brushing their tales and taking their reins. The man that returned from the tunnels wasn’t the same, not that anyone expected him to be. But this man…this man was cruel, cutthroat, and greedy. Anything that could be taken, would be taken. He knew no bounds and drew no lines. And there was a hole in his heart that no one could fill…not even his fiancee. 

And, so, it was no surprise that he turned to the Garrison’s former barmaid. She was beautiful, smart, and witty. Grace held herself with class that Y/n would never have. But the woman with class was also the same woman that did her best to throw herself on a taken man, disregarding the fact that she herself had a husband. Y/n was no fool to believe it was all Tommy’s fault. She’d seen the woman flirt with him, even having the nerve to do it in front of her on a few occasions. Grace had read Tommy like a book and knew how to pull a laugh from his throat and put a smile on his lips. Even Y/n hadn’t been able to do that since the war. 

Perhaps, Grace was the only one that could mend his broken soul…. If that were true, Y/n wished them the best.

But now she was left with her own heart to mend and, walking down the empty street, there was only one thing she had to worry about.

A few days later, Y/n stepped off the train, scanning the crowds for the only person she could think of calling. “Y/n,” Ada squealed, rushing over to her. Quickly setting down her luggage, Y/n wrapped her arms around her childhood friend, happy to have escaped Small Heath. “I’m so glad you decided to come!”

“I am too,” she admitted as they broke apart. Grabbing her bag, she followed her friend through the crowded station and to the car that was waiting outside for them. In the safety of the vehicle, Y/n finally asked the question that was bothering her, “Did Tommy tell you…?”

“That the two of you broke up?” She raised a brow, lips turning up in a sad smile. “No, Polly did. Said he was a fool for letting you go.”

She nodded, moving to look out the window as the car moved through the city, Tommy was many things and a fool was certainly one of them. The people that were in and out of view in seconds were nothing compared to those in Birmingham. These people held themselves a little straighter, they wore bright colors that no one where she came from would dare to dream of. The air filling her lungs wasn’t clean, but it was fresh. It sure as hell was fresh. 

Soon they were at Ada’s home and she was showing her guest to her room before asking her to join her for a cup of tea. Y/n couldn’t turn the offer down and soon the pair were sitting in the parlor.

“You know, I don’t know why I left him,” Y/n said, stirring her spoon absentmindedly in her tea.

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, she knew Ada would have to know eventually. “I’m pregnant.”

There it was, out in the open. Y/n hadn’t dared to utter the words until then. Until she felt safe. It was a cruel joke to think that she was going to tell Tommy before she discovered he’d slept with Grace. The conversation that she was hoping would be joyous and full of smiles died once she got a whiff of the perfume that was not her own. 

Ada sucked in a breath, unsure how to approach the subject. “Does Tommy know?” she asked, setting her tea down. Y/n shook her head and Ada grabbed her hand, gently holding it in his own. “What do you want to do about it?

“I don’t know,” she admitted, leaning back in her chair. “I was going to tell him that night. But your bastard brother had another woman in my bed and I couldn’t.” Y/n thought back to the man Tommy used to be, the man she fell in love with. She wanted to believe she could love the man he had become, but that proved to be more difficult than she once thought. And how was she expected to love a man that clearly had fallen out of love with her. “He doesn’t want me anyway, so it doesn’t matter. And you won’t tell him or anyone else for that matter.”

Her friend nodded, knowing what it was like to deal with her brother. “It’ll stay between you and me.” 

And it did. 

What was meant to be a few days stay turned into a permanent residence. Ada refused to let Y/n go back to Small Heath and have to deal with raising her child on her own. She didn’t want to get rid of the baby and Y/n made it clear Tommy would never know. Going back to the place that had caused her so much pain would not only crush her, but Tommy would know the baby was his and stick his nose where it didn’t belong. So, Y/n gave in and took the room across from Karl’s. Ada still had much of the boy’s belongings from when he was an infant and told Y/n she could have them if she wished. 

London then became her home. It was much more glamorous than Birmingham would ever be and it held opportunities that she never imagined. Though, with her growing bump becoming visible under her clothes, Y/n spent most of her days at home. While Ada worked at the library, Y/n would entertain Karl and discuss short stories and novels with James, Ada’s other roommate. The two were very comforting to her, a girl who had never had a proper family. They gave her the support she had always wished for and she knew they would be wonderful people to raise her child around. 

It was late, almost 11 when Ada heard screams from down the hall. James was out for the night, going to the opening of a new club with his boyfriend, leaving Ada, Y/n, and Karl. Placing her book on the nightstand, she pushed off her covers and rushed out of the room.

“Y/n?” she called, hearing the woman’s voice float down the corridor. Entering the other woman’s room, she found it empty, the covers pulled back on the bed to reveal a red stain on the sheets. Sucking in a breath, Ada feared what she would find as she approached the bathroom door. Pushing it open, she fell to her knees to comfort Y/n, who was on the floor sobbing.

“I-I think… I think I lost it,” she cried, a steady stream of tears coming down her cheeks, and clung to Ada like she was her only lifeline. 

“It’ll be okay, Y/n. We’ll call the midwife,” Ada told her, hoping that it would bring the woman some hope, though, she didn’t have any herself. Having only one child, she didn’t know as much about childbirth as her aunt, but she knew there was too much blood on the bedsheets and the floor of the bathroom to be good.  The front door opening snapped Ada out of her thoughts, “James!”

Her shouts carried down the stairs swiftly as she could hear the man’s footsteps against the wood. “Ada?” he asked, standing in the doorway of Y/n’s room. 

“In the bathroom.”

James grew pale when he discovered his roommates on the floor, blood surrounding them. Opening his mouth to say something, he was interrupted before anything could be said. 

“Call the midwife, tell her to hurry,” she ordered him. He made haste to get to the phone, dialing the number of the midwife like he was asked. As he was doing that, Ada helped her friend off the floor and led her to one of the empty guest rooms. 

“It’ll be alright,” she repeated over and over, both for herself and for Y/n. She had to have hope that they would get their desired outcome. She had to.

“Midwife’s on her way,” James told Ada, meeting her in the hallway. “How’s Y/n?”

Ada shook her head, dark brown curls sticking to her face. “I don’t know,” she admitted, biting the inside of her cheek. “With how close she is to her due date, I hope she doesn’t lose the baby.”

“But you think she did, don’t you?” he asked upon catching the sadness that sunk her eyes. 

She nodded, eyes on the floor. “It doesn’t look good.”

There was no life in their eyes when the midwife arrived and Ada showed her to the room Y/n was in. There were no smiles as James fetched what the older woman asked for or while Ada sat by Y/n’s side. 

Tears stung her eyes as Ada was forced to watch her friend deliver her child that she would never get the chance to raise. When the baby was born, Y/n collapsed against the pillows beneath her, sobs escaping her lips. Ada did her best to comfort her friend, the same one who had been there to help her with the birth of her son, but it was no use. There was no comforting a woman who’d lost a child. 

“I want to see the baby,” she croaked, looking Ada in the eye. “I want to see my baby.”

Her friend nodded as the midwife brought the infant over. No cries filled the room as the baby was placed in its mother’s arms. Both women watched, hearts broken, as Y/n pulled the blanket down to see the baby’s face. When both had pictured this moment, there was meant to be a wailing baby, kicking and screaming until it was placed upon its mother’s chest. That wasn’t close to the scene they witnessed.

“It’s a girl,” the midwife told Y/n before going back to cleaning her instruments. 

“She looks just like her father,” Y/n said, a tear rolling down her cheek. 

Peering down at the child, Ada saw her brother in the child he would never get to meet. The child that would never know her own father, never given the chance. “That she does.”

Caressing her daughter’s pale face, she kissed the top of her head, holding her tight against her chest. “I love you, I’ll always love you,” she whispered. “My little Elena. You’re with good people now,” she told the lifeless child. “Your grandmothers are there, they’ll take care of you. They’ll play with you, braid your hair, take you for a picnic.” Sobs racked her body she continued, “And one day…one day, I’ll be there too.”

Ada had to excuse herself, telling the midwife she would bring Y/n a glass of water. The older woman knew better than to believe that, but she understood. Every stillbirth hit her like a bullet. And as much as she wished she would grow used to the pain she witnessed with her line of work, it was only human to feel sorrow and grief when mothers’ lost the children they loved unconditionally. 

Escaping to the hallway, the brunette wasn’t even down the stairs before tears poured out of her eyes and she collapsed on the stairs. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Y/n deserved to watch her child grow. She deserved to hold her baby when it cried and teach her how to walk. After everything she had been through, she deserved that. And it wasn’t fair that Grace got to carry her brother’s baby, and with the fucking luck of god, do everything that Y/n would be unable to. 

It wasn’t fair.

In that moment, she wasn't angry at God for what he had taken away, she was angry at her brother. This was Tommy’s fault. He was a master at taking away everything that people cared about. It was his fault that Y/n had to deal with the loss of her daughter alone, in a place that wasn’t her home. It was his fault that Ada was the one who had to listen to Y/n’s sobs and tell her that everything would be okay when it never would be. He should have been the one to do that, but Thomas Shelby always got out of the hard work.

When Ada returned, tears wiped away but eyes still red and puffy, Y/n was asleep, exhaustion finally hitting her. “What would you like done with the baby?” the midwife asked, gesturing to the little bundle that sat in a bowl on the dresser. 

Clearing her throat, Ada was at a loss for words. She didn’t know. She never expected to be asked such a thing. “Um, I believe we’ll bury her with Y/n’s family, outside of Birmingham. I think that’s what she’d want,” she nodded, voice breaking. “I’ll make the arrangements and contact you tomorrow.” The midwife nodded, grabbing her bag and the bowl off the dresser.

Moving out of the woman’s way, Ada watched as the midwife left, little Elena with her. 

Three days later, Ada led Y/n, James, and Karl to Y/n’s family cemetery, where they were to bury Elena. It was a miracle they had entered the city without her brothers catching up with them, but Ada had called Polly the night before and her aunt did what was asked of her, no questions, once her niece’s cries came through the line. 

Y/n stood over the small hole in the ground, fresh dirt on one side and a coffin, that should never come in such a small size, on the other. She wanted to cry, to scream, but all her energy was gone. She couldn’t feel anything, her heart lying in the coffin in front of her. Y/n had given all her love to her little girl, believing she wouldn’t end up heartbroken, only for her heart to be torn in two.

The priest’s words fell on deaf ears as the three adults zoned out. Each had been looking forward to the presence of another child in the house. Ada was excited that Y/n would get to live her life the way she wanted with her child and James was thrilled that he would get to be a stand-in uncle for Y/n’s baby. But standing at the foot of the infant’s grave, neither were full of excitement, not an ounce of joy in them since a few nights before. 

Focused on the gravestone, Y/n wished that Tommy was beside her. That he had been by her side the whole time. But he wasn’t. He was fawning over Grace and her unborn child. Y/n doubted he would have done the same if she had told him about their baby the day she left him. He still would have chosen Grace. Even with that thought, she still placed his name on her daughter’s birth certificate and his last name was hers: Elena Rose Shelby. Even if the two never met, she was his daughter and Y/n wasn’t going to deny the world such knowledge.

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REQUEST: William Miller x Reader - “Slow Dance”

Hi loves! 

This was a request for @espacioytiempo​ !!

Thank you so much for requestingggg, keep them coming! 

I’d love to do more for William or Benny Miller since we’re on the topic!

- this features a soft! Will Miller with hella fluff 

soooooooo strap in and get your tissues xxx

They announce the next song and open up the floor to the rest of the Wedding Guests. I bite my lip in anticipation as I turn to Will as the music grows louder and louder through the speakers.

We make eye contact, and I already know what the answer is before I’ve even asked.

Still, I raise my brows in a hopeful bid that he might actually want to dance just this once.

“No” he shakes his head at me “You know I don’t dance”

“Will just one-“ I begin to plead with him but he shakes his head again, firmly. The look in his eye tells me it’s best I quit while I’m ahead. 

I sigh. He’s always had trouble throwing caution to the wind. Even for a simple dance. If he doesn’t know how to do something (and do it well) there is no way in hell you’ll get William Miller to do it. That applies to anything. Add the fact that he has to get up in front of people to do this, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for Will’s anxiety to sky rocket.

I never push. I know he likes things a certain way and only likes what’s in his control. And anything outside of that is a no go zone. If he can’t figure it out with maths or statistics or logic, then he simply doesn’t do it at all. That leaves no room for any fun most of the time. 

This is the polar opposite of his brother, Benny, who has been spinning around a girl he dragged onto the dance floor the second the music started. I look over at Will as he watches his brother having fun, his booming laugh filling the room. Almost like its taunting Will. He know’s he wants to. But he just can’t.  

I’ve always known not to take it personally. Will would take a bullet for me. He would fight until his last breath to keep me safe. And he does. There’s not a day that I don’t feel loved by that man. So if that mean’s I have to miss out on a few dances, then so be it.

Sat beside us is Pope, who is rolling his eyes at Will for being such a ‘sour puss’, as he normally calls him. Pope is like an older brother to us all. He adores Will. But I know he can’t stand when he just can’t let loose for once.

“Alright” he says, getting up from his chair in annoyance “Sorry man, not tryna step on your toes, but I’ve gotta take this lady for a dance”

With a giant grin on his face he takes my hand and pulls me up from our table before Will can even protest, leading me to the dance floor.

“I had to!” He calls out over the music as we begin to move to the beat.

We dance for the rest of the song, making one another laugh under neath the flashing lights. Pope takes my hand, spinning me around in a twirl just as the song ends, before pulling me into a big warm hug.

“Thank you” I beam at him, as everyone on the dance floor slows into a sway as the song changes into a slow dance. 

“Care to sway with me, my lady?” He tips his head playfully.

I’m about to take his hands when he looks behind me with a smirk on his face.

“It appears I have some competition” he nods over my shoulder, and I turn to see Will standing there shaking his head at Pope’s smart ass comment.

“Have fun kids” Pope teases before heading back to the table, leaving Will and I standing together.

Suddenly Will reaches out for my hands, pulling me over to him. One hand grips mine, while the other arm snakes tightly around my waist, bringing me even closer to his body. And slowly, just like that, he begins to sway. I smile up at him in awe, completely stunned at what he’s doing. 

He’s slow dancing with me right now.

“Oh come on I’m not that bad am I?” he chuckles softly at how surprised I look.

I shake my head at him, speechless. He has no idea what this means to me. For him to push himself out of him comfort zone like this��� for me.

He bows his head, pressing his lips against my ear.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, apologising for all the times he knows I’ve had to dance alone, or not at all.

“Don’t be” I coo, pulling back to look him in the eyes “Just dance with me”

“Yes ma’am” he smiles down at me, before pressing his lips against mine sweetly.

The hum of the song plays in the background while we sway in each others arms.

[golddustjedi]

What if we kissed... in the Millennium Falcon? 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

Poe x solo!reader

requested by @espacioytiempo : Hiii, can i request #22 with Poe x solo!reader?????

prompt: 22. “We need to talk about last night.”

word count: 1379

Per request of your mother, you were reluctantly on your way to deliver a part for one of the X-Wings whose engine had blown out. You had begged her to send someone else, but she didn't have time to argue, as usual. So you told yourself you'd just go really fast, give it to the first pilot you saw and then leave. You'd been doing good so far at avoiding Poe all day and you really didn't want to mess it up now.

The reason you were avoiding him is because of what happened last night. The two of you had been flirting nonstop for the past few months and pretty much everyone had noticed, but it was just flirting after all... until last night at least. Last night you were sitting alone in the Millennium Falcon as you did many nights when you couldn't sleep. You had basically grown up on that ship, going on smuggling runs with your dad and Chewie every chance you got. Sitting in the cockpit always gave you comfort for some reason, you guessed it reminded you of a better time, a time before your brother had been seduced by the dark side, tearing your family apart. So this is where you came when you couldn't sleep, and last night was no different, but unbeknownst to you, you had been followed. As you were sitting in the pilot's seat, you nearly fell to the floor when Poe walked up behind you, scaring you half to death. You had never had a visitor there before, everyone knew not to trespass onto Han Solo's ship, everyone except Poe.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he had said. "You just look like you could use some company. Could I join you?"

You nodded, not quite knowing what else to do. Besides, you did want his company, and how could you say no to those caramel colored eyes?

He sat down beside you and the two of you talked for hours, about everything. Though, yes, you had been flirting before, it was never like that. Last night the two of you connected on a much deeper level than just playful flirting back and forth, and you realized you might actually have feelings for him. Just as you came to that realization, Poe leaned in and kissed you. To your own surprise, you kissed him back. It wasn't that much of a surprise, you had been crushing on him for a while but you had also decided not to fall in love. It would only complicate things, you being the general's daughter and him being commander. Plus, before your Uncle Luke vanished he had been training you in the ways of the Jedi, and that meant that whatever was going on between you and Poe was not allowed. Even if it was, your dad would say otherwise. So you pulled away and asked him to leave. You gave no further explanation, knowing that he would just bat his eyes and smoothly talk you into changing your mind.

After that you decided that you couldn't afford to develop feelings for Poe, or even be around him for that matter. So you told yourself you'd avoid him, easier said than done.

You made it to the X-Wings, scoping the place out for him, when you didn't see him you relaxed a little. You spotted a female pilot standing under her X-Wing. She looked friendly so made your way over to her as quickly as possibly.

"Hi, excuse me." You waved to get her attention. "The general asked me to deliver this part, something about a blown engine."

She turned her attention from the X-Wing she'd been working on and eyed the box in your hands, studying the words printed on the label. "That part is for Black One, it's over there." She pointed.

You smiled politely. "Yes but, can't you just deliver it? I'm in a hurry."

"Sorry, I'm in the middle of my inspection right now." She shrugged, returning to her work under the X-Wing.

"Thanks anyway." You huffed, stepping away from her. You made your way down the row of X-Wings until you found Black One. As you approached you didn't see anyone around, so you simply placed the box beside it and started to walk away.

"Hey wait!" A familiar voice called.

You turned on your heels but didn't see anyone. Then Poe jumped down from the X-Wing and landed right in front of you. He had been sitting up in the cockpit, that was why you didn't see him.

"Commander." You nodded.

"Commander?" He made a face, you had never been so formal with him, especially not last night.

"I have to go, Commander Dameron. I have business to tend to." You lied, turning away from him.

"Wait." He caught your wrist, turning you back. "We need to talk about last night."

Your eyes widened, mortified that he would bring it up at all, let alone here out in the open.

"Would you keep your voice down?" You hushed him. "I am not discussing this here."

"Where then?"

You sighed, giving in to him like you knew you would. "The Falcon?"

He nodded. "After you, Princess."

"I'm not a- ugh never mind." You stomped away and he trailed behind you.

You chose the Falcon because you knew you wouldn't let yourself give in to him there in the middle of the day when your dad or Chewie could walk in at any moment. It seemed logical at the time.

As you reached the Falcon and went inside, Poe followed you to the cockpit where you were last night.

"So..." You plopped down into the pilot seat, gesturing for him to speak.

"So... we kissed..." He began, still standing at the doorway.

"Yeah and it can't happen again."

"What? Why not?"

"Because you're a commander and I'm the general's daughter, that's why not."

"Well I don't see how that's- wait, you don't think I'm using you do you?" He stepped closer.

"No-"

"Cause I'm not. I like you, y/n. I like you a lot actually." He leaned over you, placing his hands on the sides of the pilot seat, trapping you there. The gold chain around his neck dangled in front of your face, causing your breath to hitch.

Your eyes trailed all the way from his curly locks, over his caramel colored eyes which were staring into your soul, over his perfect face, plump lips, and down to where his partially unbuttoned shirt revealed his chest, glistening with sweat. Resisting him was a lot harder than you thought it would be. You were attracted to him in every aspect, he was an accomplished pilot, a determined commander, and an overall charismatic, funny, and sweet person. Not only was he all those things, he was gorgeous too. You liked him a lot, but you couldn't. You also couldn't form words right now, so you just sat there staring at him.

"You like me, right? I mean you did last night." He spoke lowly.

"That's- that's irrelevant."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid-" Your eyes darted from his gaze back down to the gold chain, you couldn't look him in the eyes while you said this. "- of falling in love with you."

"That doesn't sound so scary to me." He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

You kissed him back, bringing your hand up to his curly hair and running your fingers through it. So much for resisting. Poe deepened the kiss, leaning into you further and you let your head rest on the seat behind you. Suddenly you remembered where you were.

"Wait." You pulled away. "We can't kiss here."

"Why not?" He pouted.

"Do you have any idea what my dad will do to you if he finds you kissing his daughter on his ship?" You giggled.

"Right." He stood up straight, putting his hands on his hips. "I am a little scared of your dad."

"Isn't everyone?" You chuckled. "If you want to do this we're gonna have to do it the right way."

"A date?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm." You smiled.

"Am I allowed to kiss you after?"

"We'll see." You winked.

[userdokja]

The Fall | Ben Solo x Reader | One.

Summary:  In which the reader is Poe’s best friend but doesn’t like Rey for him and Kylo has a crush on Rey. Then one day Poe and Rey get together, Kylo and the Reader helps each other to break them apart, then realizes that while they were doing it… They were falling for each other Instead.

Based on this

Warnings: Curse words, Soft Ben so this isn’t really a Kylo Ren x Reader, Fluff, My Writing and Grammar. 

Tagging whoever said Yes to this post 

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Tell me if you want to be tagged for the next chapters, I’m just tagging you in the first part:)

Two

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Being Poe Dameron's best friend was like a job, a fun job. Even though he's older than you you'd have to be the one who's looking out for him since he's mostly the one doing stupid things.

So when you heard that he was dating Rey, you jumped into protective mode.

"Rey? Isn't she the one everyone flirts with?"

"It's not her fault she's pretty." Pie grinned, "we're meant for each other."

You weren't sure about that, Rey and Poe were had too much in common, that's normally supposed to be a good thing but with them? They're going to end up hurting each other, Rey is someone sweet and kind and flirts with everyone without knowing it, while Poe  was a playboy who flirts with everyone on purpose.

The thing is, everyone is after them.

"Please just meet her for me?" Poe gave you the puppy eyes.

"Jesus, fine. Where?"

"The club, later at 9:00 pm?" You just nodded at him. "Thank you, so much."

He gave you a hug and kissed your cheek, you just rolled your eyes at him and continued your work.

----

You were arrived at the club at exactly 9:00, you wore your normal jeans and shirt.

Poe was already inside with Rey in his arms, you waved as you approached them.

"Hello, you must be Y/n. Poe's told me so much about you!" She gave you a big smile and shook your hand, too sweet.

"Nice to meet you." You gave her a small smile, she lead you to the bar to sit down and talk about stuff... You learned that she was actually okay, but that wouldn't change your mind about her and Poe.

"Hey, wanna go dance?" Poe said to her.

"Yeah sure! Y/n wanna join us?"

What Kind of question was that? "No, no I'll just stay here. With my drink." You lifted you glass up to show her that you had company, she nodded at you and walked away with Poe.

You were alone for atleast 30 minutes, for 30 minutes Poe and Rey we're dancing, and they still were, a tall guy in a black sweater took the seat beside you.

"Give me the strongest you have." He told the bartender, you tried not to stare at his face, or his hair just to try and remember where you saw him.

"Rough night?" The bartender asked him as he placed the drink in front of him.

"I guess..." He mumbled back, and took a shot out of his drink. "The girl I like is out there with an asshole."

"Ah, unrequited love. Must be a pretty girl for her to catch your attention." The man said, and the stranger beside you sighed before turning around to look at the girl he likes.

"There she is... Rey Kenobi."

Your eyes widened at the name, you choke on your drink making the two men look at you.

"So you're saying Poe Dameron is an asshole?" The long haired man furrowed his eyebrows at you. "I say Kenobi is a flirt."

"Poe is a playboy, which makes him an asshole." He says "Rey doesn't deserve that."

"Poe's not a playboy, a lot of girls are just after him..... And sometimes guys."

"And you're one of those people?" He raised his eyebrows at you and you scoffed at him.

"I'm just his best friend, and I don't like that Rey girl for him." He was about to say something but you cut him off. "I have nothing against Kenobi, she's a flirt without knowing it. But them together? The whole school would be a mess."

You took another sip from your drink and looked at Rey and Poe dancing like they're so in love.

"If only I can make him break up with her, but I don't want to be a bad friend." You look away from them and stood up from your seat.

"Hey, wait!" The long haired guy called after you. "Maybe you're trying to be a good friend, you know? Because you don't want them to hurt each other."

"What are you saying?"

"I can help you become a good friend." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You look away from his to Rey who was having a drink with another man while Poe was still dancing, you look back at the man in front of you and laughed.

"Thank you, but... No." You said, trying to be polite, you were pretty sure the dude was drunk.

"Come on, If we do this we both get what we want. You get your best friend back and I get a shot with Rey." You bit your bottom lip and anxiously tapped your foot on the ground.

"Fine, let's give it a shot." You finally said. "My name's Y/n."

"Kylo Ren, nice to meet you." You looked at him with an amused face. "What?"

"Your real name."

"It's Ben, Ben Solo." You placed you hand on his and gave it a light shake. "Want to sit down and talk about it?"

----

You spent your night talking about Rey and Poe, their dislikes and something that can break them apart.

"We can get through Poe better." Ben says, It was already 11:40 and you were still in the same position you were in earlier.

"I have to agree on that, if only I can make him do something stupid."

"Of course you can, he's your best friend. I'll make him go to a stripper bar or something, Rey won't like that and she'll for sure break it off with him." He said, it was actually a good plan but a bit risky.

"Rey's going to blame us for making Poe go there."

"So?" He asked.

"Then our relationship with the both of them will be ruined you idiot." You playfully slapped his arm, "we've been doing this for hours."

"And we still have nothing."

You sighed in defeat and sipped your drink, you picked up your bag and finished your drink.

"This just isn't going to work out, Ben. I already feel so bad about doing this... And the thought of being responsible for them breaking up will be too much." You smiled at Ben sadly. "I'm sorry, but if they're really not for each other they'll break up within a month, Poe's relationships never lasts that long."

"It's fine, It was a stupid idea anyway, I hope I still see you around L/n."

"You too, Solo."

You were wrong, so wrong.

After a month, Poe's been bringing Rey into your shared apartment. And they would cook together as if they were this lovely couple you'd absolutely love to be with.

But no.

You had nothing against Rey but her sweetness and kindness seemed so... Fake.

"Are you still up for tonight?" It was your birthday, and since you live too far away from your parents Poe promised to be the one who's going to spend it with you.

"Uhm, yeah sure." Poe mumbled against Rey's neck, they also show too much PDA which you definitely don't approve of.

"Be there okay? Same place at 6?"

"Same place at 6." He repeated, at least he's still going to be with you.

----

When you arrived at your favorite restaurant you expected Poe to be a bit late like always, but you didn't know he'd be missing for an hour.

You already finished your food and drinks when you received a call.

"Hey, Y/n I'm very sorry about today It's just Rey needed help with her homework." Poe said through the line.

"Homework? Homework? Poe you don't even do your own homework." You felt your cheeks burning up.

"I'm sorry for not showing up-"

"I don't care about you not showing up, I'm mad because you'd put her in the line first instead of yourself. Not that it's a bad thing but for Christ's sake-"

"Look, Happy Birthday. But I really need to go now-" Poe cut you off, and for a second you could hear music blasting in the background. "I'll catch up with you later okay? Love you!"

The line was cut off, you wanted to call him again and scream at him, tell him how fake his new fucking girlfriend is.

"Stare at it longer it's going to melt." A deep familiar voice spoke, you looked up to see Ben, "That's Poe isn't it?"

"Yeah, he's still with Kenobi." You said, he took the unoccupied seat in front of you.

"You told me they'd be over in a month." He called for the waitress and ordered some food, you waited until he finished to explain.

"Rey's got him wrapped around her finger. Even got him to not go to my birthday."

"It's your birthday?" You nodded as a reply. "Well Poe's an asshole."

"So is Rey." You teased. "Why did you like her anyways?"

"I've known her since we were kids, until she went with those popular kids and we didn't talk much. I still like her even though she's different, don't know why."

"First love, I guess?" He laughed.

"Maybe." He sighed. "Happy birthday by the way.."

"Thank you." His food arrived and you ordered some fries for yourself, you spent the night talking with each other and talking about silly stuff.

"Hey since them being together makes us miserable, why don't we continue our plan?" Your eyes widened as you shook your head.

"No."

"Let's just give it a try. Just once and then we”ll stop trying to break them up." You thought about it this time, If they're going to break up anyways then why not just do it sooner? You're just going to make it a bit easier for them.

"Fine, we're going to do it." He raised his fist up.

“Finally!” 

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A/N: Still don’t know If I’m going to continue, I’ve already written chapter two but again, I’m not very sure about this fic since I feel like it’s going to be awful. But i think this would at least be up to three parts so it’s a short one

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[babbushka]

espacioytiempo replied to your post “I don’t know if you’ve watched that 70s show but Flip and wife!reader...”

Red it’s a veteran and he is so moody and Kitty is the cutest woman in the world and when Red is around Kitty he is moody yeah but so sweet!!!

i know who they are as characters lol but red comes across as being kind of a real jerk a lot of the time especially to eric and flip would never 

idk flip is very openly affectionate even while he’s grouchy, he’s not an asshole 

[xxruinaxxmcu]

Update time (Jack Thompson fic)

@winter-soldiers-doll @ultrarebelheart @miss-jen-winter @tonystarktrashposts @18elleclaire11 @thegreatandwickedalexiafleming @lolpercyjackson @2kitkat4 @espacioytiempo

Where the hell do I even start:

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR I GUESS.... AN ETERNITY!

I moved countries, started university, and a lot of other stuff kinda happened along the way.

I now came back to my "what lies beneath" story, which you guys have - and i wanna thank each and every one of you for doing so - followed, commented on and gave me feedback.

As so much time has passed, I would absolutely understand if some of you kinda grew out of the Agent Carter phase and want to be taken off the tagged list - feel free to message me if you do, I honestly would not hold any hard feelings whatsoever.

Here's the thing - I now worked on a new chapter. Would some of you like to see the series continue?

And again, please forgive me for being the worst author in the goddamn universe, thanos should have snapped me honestly..

[rubengallardacedo]

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[trashmenofmarvel]

Hey, do you remember this mob guy in if2 who gets killed by davos? Because he was so fucking hot

Ooh Liu? Yessss he really is. I’m sad he died.

Liu you left us too soon.

[fernandacamarillo]

estoy condenada

estoy condenada a mi espacio y tiempo

estoy condenada a no sentirme merecedora de algo

estoy condenada a creer que todo buen acto u logro a mi favor vendrá acompañado de desilución, desesperanza y decepción

estoy condenada a esperar que sea así

estoy condenada a no opinar sobre lo que en realidad creo, ya sea por temor a equivocarme o por temor a ser juzgada, pues nada me respalda, solo yo y mi creencia

estoy condenada a cambiar constantemente esas creencias e ideales por las limitaciones que se presentan en mi espacio y tiempo

y finalmente, estoy condenada a mi espacio y tiempo