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golbrocklovely · 2 years ago

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wow, snc made things more dramatic and now i definitely have to write this up today lol

okay. so, i do and have done the occasional tarot card reading on snc. you can see all the past ones i've done here. but i haven't done one in a while.

then everything happened on colby's bday and curiosity got the better of me so i had to see what was happening.

DISCLAIMER: i am an extreme novice at tarot cards. not to mention each card can have a multitude of meanings depending on who is reading them. this is just what i believe the cards are telling me. i went into this reading super positive and light, just wanting to know what the universe could tell me.

that being said, if you don't agree with the reading or with me doing readings on snc, i get that. totally understandable. you don't have to read this, especially if it's gonna upset you. feel free to ignore this. this was all in good fun and good faith. at the end of the day, i'm not claiming to be right or that everything that is said is 1000% factual. this is all for entertainment purposes only. take this with a grain of salt, and have a good day :)

HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG so strap in lol

so i ended up doing two readings on sam and colby. one card in particular popped up in both readings, and i think that card is super significant to them: queen of wands.

i'll come back to that card after everything is said and done.

so the first reading, i asked "what's snc's current friendship like/going thru?" these are the cards i got. i'll give a bit of a description of each card and then i'll tell you how i think they relate snc/the situation that is happening. also, i use this site for most of my interpretations/how i understand these cards. i also have some books i use occasionally.

first card i got - the hermit. initial thought this was sam, since it's one of his birth cards. but looking at the reading as a whole, it's not him. or at least i don't feel it is. about the hermit: needing to be alone, to reflect, clear your mind of everyday problems and whatnot. looking inward to understand the shit you're facing now. reclusive.

second card - five of pentacles reversed. when i used that website, one of the things that stuck out to me that it said: FORGIVENESS. the card itself (in reverse) is about the worst being over, but not expecting things to change overnight or immediately. regaining stability.

third card - page of wands reversed. interesting card in the reverse, bc it's about making hasty decisions, and moving on but only bc you're impatient. moving on to more meaningful projects.

fourth card - queen of wands. i'm just gonna quote the site bc i like how they word this card: "…depict a person of extreme focus and fiery passion. She is courageous and individualistic, though at times she may appear self-centered. They have a positive and an uplifting energy; they represent someone who is willing to be by your side and stand up for you."

fifth card - ten of swords reversed. this card is about hitting rock bottom, realizing you're there, but also coming to the conclusion that there is nothing but up from here. starting anew, but you having to take the first step to get yourself out of the situation.

sixth and final card - ten of cups. super positive. super great card to have. emotional satisfaction, happiness, joy. all that good stuff. one thing to note, the way the website worded it "…satisfaction in your family, relationship or companion. It represents an idyllic state of comfort, harmony, peace and love which makes you feel like you are in paradise."

okay, so what does all of this mean??

how i'm reading it (which again, someone else could read this a bit differently, so take what i say as you will) is the first two cards are colby. initially, like i said, i thought the hermit was sam. but looking at the overall reading, i don't think he fits into that card as of right now. the third and fourth card are sam. and the last two cards are the problem and solution.

so, i think that colby is feeling a bit like a recluse. or at least wants to be one. if you know anything about colby, you'll know that he likes his alone time. he likes to be by himself. and i think this past year, he didn't really get to be alone. he was always either doing something with sam (like editing, filming, travelling, partying, literally living together, ect) or he was with other ppl. and i think this, combine with the fact he was alone for christmas (but not in a sad way - he decided to be alone and take a vacay) shows that he wants to have down time again. something that maybe he felt like he didn't get to have this past year. and i think that card mixed with the five of pentacles reversed, shows that maybe he wants to gain some stability back. he feels off center. and he'll be able to gain it back, but he needs to share how he feels with sam.

which leads into sam's cards. i don't think it's a stretch to say that sam is a workaholic. colby is too, ngl. but i think colby also likes to take breaks, to have down time. sam on the other hand isn't like that. he seems like the type to think a three day weekend is enough time off. sam constantly needs to be on the move, constantly needs to be working. he doesn't want down time bc he's too jittery. the page of wands reversed shows he's impatient currently and just wants to jump back into work. that the two weeks he took off for christmas was far too much time and now he wants to start working again. move on from what they did last year and become bigger and better this year, even if colby isn't ready (hence the hasty part of it all). the queen of wands also shows he's extremely passionate about the work he's gonna get into this year. he's excited for what's to come, which could explain why he wants to jump into it so quickly.

the ten of swords reversed - this is what the fight has sorta caused, in a way. or rather, how things feel now. and the ten of cups is how things are gonna play out once things have settled and snc have worked things over.

this next part is TRULY just me assuming so again… salt grains lol

i think colby wants to slow down a bit on the workload. or at least distribute it better so that it doesn't feel like a mountain. sam, on the other hand, sees colby wanting to slow down as almost quitting, which ISN'T WHAT COLBY WANTS. colby just wants to be able to have a vacation this year, and let it be a vacation. not a work vacation where they have to film or edit, but a legit "relax, do nothing" vacation. i think this past year colby felt overwhelmed by the workload and most likely wanted to talk about this sooner. but sam kept pushing it off, saying "oh we'll talk about it later. just work these next couple weeks and we'll talk about it then." but that time never came. so it most likely came to a head when colby got back from vacation and sam, the workaholic, wanted to immediately jump back into doing work, even tho the new year hadn't even started. colby told him no, and that's how the fight began. now they're both feeling a bit petty, a bit upset with one another. which is why both new years and colby's bday they didn't hang out.

but all is well, bc clearly with the ten of cups - things will work out. they will find their balance again. it's just gonna take some time.

the second reading i did, basically reiterated the same thing here. maybe explained some stuff further, but the overall general jist is the same.

i ended up asking for cards representing each of them, plus their problem and then the solution. i ended up again with six cards.

and i just wanted to add bc it is important - six is a fantastic number with friendships. literally the embodiment of heart. it's an empathy number. okay just wanted to add that in.

sam was represented by the king of swords - head over heart, remain objective, stick to facts. the website also said that this card showing up mean you should reason with others.

colby was represented by six of cups - wanting to return to happier times, nostaligic, missing what you once had. looking into the past to find the answers you need now.

the problem was shown as the four of cups reversed - wanting to live in the moment. starting anew, seeing the beauty in life. this card also being the same suit as colby to me feels extremely connected aka how he feels.

solution - three cards came up for it. first being nine of swords - fear and anxiety. destructive mind, possibly something that has troubled you before (dear lord this card now is CLICKING FOR ME. you'll see why in a minute). next card was the king of wands reversed - rash, hasty decisions, no restraint, pushy and overbearing. and the final card, again, the queen of wands.

so again, what does all of this mean?

i think that the main issue that's been plaguing colby for a hot minute is that he feels like they are spending all their time working and not enough time both living in the moment and/or getting time to relax (which he briefly mentioned wanting to do, living in the moment, on a recent podcast on xplrclub). sam, on the other hand, doesn't mind the lack of vacation or time off bc (and this is no offense to him) he lives to work, not works to live. and if he's happy like that, that's great. but he can't expect colby to feel the same way all of the time. colby needs time off, but sam sees that request as almost insulting - like colby wants to stop working when they are in the prime of their careers. maybe colby also wants to venture off and do something on his own, and sam doesn't like the sound of that either bc that would take away time for him to work on SNC Enterprises.

colby misses a time when life was easier. but i think he also misses when sam used to be a bit… kinder? maybe more open minded? something like that. bc, and to relate back to that one card that i said was clicking, they've basically had this conversation before. a couple years back, like 2016/17, snc along with nate and alex went on a trip together, one of the yearly boys trips, and sam tweeted out an apology to colby saying this:

so clearly, this is an reoccurring issue in their friendship. sam gets too wrapped up in the business side of things, and all colby wants is his friend back. which i think is why colby is both feeling nostalgic (both for old sam, so to speak, and also just the previous less stressful life he once had) and reclusive. he wants his alone time, but he also wants to be able to have things work better than what they are currently. sam, i think, is a bit blindsided by the business of it all, and is not allowing himself to see his friend hurting, even if it's subtle. sam isn't great at expressing his emotions, he's said that himself before, and i think he's ignoring colby's emotions bc it could affect everything. but it doesn't have to get that way as long as they work things out. not to mention, but i think sam is also scared to lose colby which is why he might be ignoring what is happening and instead just trying to focus on working, which is something he can control.

regardless, i do believe they will work things out. the queen of wands i think is a great representation of them when they are at their best: fiery, passionate, but individuals. i think in the mists of all of this working, they've lost themselves to some degree. they work best when they have outlets outside of one another. it makes sense; everyone needs time to themselves and away from their friends. we all love our alone time. i think these past years snc have been so wrapped up in their business and growing, that they've lost time for themselves. and while sam is able to "function" like this, most likely bc he's ignoring his own needs, colby cannot. so all he wants is a bit of slow down period for them both, which will definitely be beneficial in the long run. sam just isn't seeing it that way rn.

i also know that a lot of ppl that read this card usually see it as a feminine card - or the sign that a woman is coming into your life, but what i kind of interpret it as is that they both need to allow themselves to feel, to get in touch with their feminine side, and open up to one another. that way, they can work passionately without feeling like they're drowning.

TLDR: snc possibly had a fight bc colby is overwhelmed with the workload they had this past year (and might want to do things outside of SNC Enterprises). sam is a bit insulted by that bc he's a workaholic. they will eventually work on this and make it thru, but it will most likely take some time.

a slight add on to all of this, i also have been dabbling in asking yes/no questions, which you can in fact do. i've seen multiple different ways to ask yes/no questions - some just involve looking up to see if a certain "means" yes or no, some do whole spreads and get a general idea - but what method i found to be the most easiest for me is just shuffling the deck and seeing if the card that falls out is either upright or in reverse. upright yes, reverse no, maybe being the card falling out sideways. some of the answer might be inconclusive, which just means to me that i shuffled for a long time and either nothing came out or i got too many cards (like half the deck) falling out, and i interpret that as the answer being a bit muddy or ever-changing and thus can't be answered rn.

idk if i truly believe in this, but i find it interesting and fun. so… here are the questions i asked lol

did they fight - yes are they upset with one another - yes x3 (three cards fell out all facing upright… so i'll take it as a definite lol) is it about stas - no is it bc of something colby wants (possibly a bit of seperating/going his own way) - yes does sam feel abandoned/left behind - no does colby want to take a break - inconclusive does he want to slow down - yes is that why they had a fight - yes is there more to the fight than just this - yes...? (it was a bit hard to pinpoint bc i kept getting so many cards, most upright tho. but realistically, no fight is ever really just about one single thing so… take this as you will) is colby scared of losing his youth - yes is sam scared of losing his youth - yes will they work out their fight/differences - yes and no (literally two cards at a time came out and said both yes and no) is it gonna take some time - inconclusive they still love and care about each other right - immediate yes will they come to a conclusion even if they have to agree to disagree - yes is colby upset with stas - maybe / yes (again two cards) is that why he didn't hang out with everyone on his bday - no (which makes sense based on the other yes/no question)

okay, feel free to send in any asks about this. if you made it this far, congrats. you deserve a trophy lol

and again, this was all for shits and gigs. entertainment purposes only. if you don't agree, totally fine. just don't send me hate :)

#personal #text #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #snc tarot

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pics-and-fanfics · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Friend!Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: Reader is about 15! Tony is a shitty dad, dirty talk, slight violence, people being… inappropriate (mainly men), dumb jokes and stupid nicknames, light cursing, mentions of attempted SA and attempted rape

Summary: You dad, Tony Stark, made you go to a gala with him and the other Avengers, where you get into a little trouble…

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You took a sip of your apple cider, wishing you hadn’t been forced to come to this stupid party. You glare at the back of your dads head, wishing you could drill a hole into a skull. You didn’t want to be here, and last time you’d come to one, you’d gotten in so much trouble.

Spilling juice on a guest, knocking over a table full of food, and accidentally unplugging the sound system when you tripped over a cord.

Yeah, not fun being grounded for 2 weeks because of all that. “Enjoying yourself, my lady?” Loki asks, and you whirl around, the skirt of your dress flaring. You smile, shoving his shoulder before giving him a side hug.

“Why, good evening, dickhead!” you say, and Loki laughs. “Wow, you really clean up well. Look at you, all dapper and shit. Looks nice on you, Lokes.” You see Loki smile, and you cross your eyes at him, making him laugh again.

“You look very nice yourself, m’lady. I see you got a new dress.” You snort, leaning back on the counter, taking a sip out of your sparkling apple cider. “Against my will. I didn’t even wanna come. These are always so dumb, dad remembers what happened last time he dragged me to one.”

“What happened?” Natasha asks, suddenly at your other shoulder, making you screech, putting a hand to your chest. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” you say taking a deep breath.

“What happened last time?” Natasha asks again, and you groan.

“Accidentally unplugged the sound system after I tripped, flipped over a table trying to hide, and spilled my juice on a very disgruntled man who demanded that I, a 7 year old, pay to replace his suit.” you say, listing them off with your fingers. “At least, that’s what I remember. Yeah, I got grounded for 2 weeks.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go beat Tony up-“ “No!” you say, grabbing Nat’s arm before she could stalk off. “It’s fine.”

🍾🤬

“I’ll give you three seconds to apologize before I make you need to go to a hospital.” you say, flipping your bottle upside down and catching the neck.

“Pfft, as if I would apologize when I know that’s what you want.”

“One.”

“Oh wah, did you not expect that? Come on baby-“

“TWO.”

“I know you’ll love it, your pretty little lips wrapped around my-“

SMACK!

The sound echoes throughout the ballroom, then a dull thud as the man hits the floor. You look down at him, hitting his leg with the heel of your stilettos.

“Hahahahahaha, I’m sure everything’s fine- Y/n what did you do?” Your father asks, and you crinkle your face.

“I only gave him what he deserved, Daddy. Such a vile man shouldn’t be around children, I’m sure his wife would love to know that.” you say, raising your voice. “He tried to rape me.”

You saw the way his face fell, then anger filled his eyes with fire. “He what, honey?”

“I believe his exact words were, and I quote, ‘Come on baby, I know you’ll love it, your pretty little lips wrapped around my fat cock while I fuck your throat until you can’t speak for a week.’” You see Loki stalking towards you through the crowd, people moving out of his way, almost like the air around him was poison.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked when he reached you, looking you over. If there was so much as a scratch on his best friend, he may just end back up in the dungeons on Asgard.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But he’s probably not.” you say, and Loki looks down as you kick the man for good measure. “Didn’t know an apple cider bottle would do that much, though. Would’ve thought it’d take a few more hits to knock him out. Which would have let me beat his face in with no consequences, but oh well.”

Your last three words were higher pitched, almost like you were upset. Oh wait, you should be, this man just tried to rape you. Yes, Loki was about to commit an act of murder.

🍾🤬

You didn’t get in trouble, you were actually applauded for defending yourself.

You flop down on your couch back at the Tower, sitting next to Loki. You’d finally gotten out of the dress, and changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt. Within seconds you were snoring.

Loki smiles, shaking his head as he went back to his book. Some things never change.

🍾🤬

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and I’m glad I got this shit off my brain. It seems as if all I’ve done today is think of writing, but I’ve only written two things! Don’t forget to lmk if u wanna be tagged in the future! (Ignore the fact I’m being lazy I wrote this at 7 and I wanna read. tryna finish quicker)

@vbecker10 @silverfire475 @huntress-artemis @vickie5446 @sheris532 @lokixryss @lokidokieokie @stupidthoughtsinwriting @crimson25 @peaches1958 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose

#loki x you #loki #loki fan fic #sas #loki god of mischief #marvel #marvel fanfic #fluff #angst #fanfiction

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maureenalipio · 1 year ago

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2 months before this year ends...

Wow, times flies really fast and without any notice. Well, the bottom line of my year was that I loss a lot of things. Like it's a kind of a loss for some reasons. I can't decipher this as a negative connotation because I see these losses as a lesson and an opportunity to be more. Yes, it upsets you at times, but adversity is always there. I always look into it that "kung hindi ka natatalo, hindi ka na gumagalaw." as one the quotes from the movie "Bar Boys". I came to realize as well that even though you had already constructed a plan on your mind for your future, you can't really predict what could happen along the way while you're executing your plans. I really believe that life is uncertain.

These past few months, as I had mentioned on my previous blog, I cut out someone important to me, I had to undergo surgery because of the frequent pain I was feeling on my abdomen, and the lastly, I just lost my dream job.

I'm currently on rest and unexpectedly had a new job coming up. I was planning to take rest until next year because I felt like I pushed myself too hard to a point that I couldn't anymore focus, and I felt so blessed to have my mother that was so understanding on my situation. Pero siyempre, gusto ko paring kumayod at makatulong sa gastusin sa bahay. Ang hirap din kapag wala kang ginagawa at pinagkaka-abalahan. Sometimes, my mother would notice how devastated I was from what was happening to me lately. She always brushes my head and then indirectly saying that everything will be okay. Kahit hindi ko sabihin mga nararamdaman ko, alam niya. Ang hirap pigilan ang iyak ko minsan kapag ginagawa niya yun. At the end of the day, yun din talaga ang kailangan mo. Sana humaba pa buhay ni Mama. Gusto ko makita niya na kakayanin ko sarili ko saka ang kapatid ko.

Going back, those losses that I had are like a blessing in disguise. I never knew cutting off people can also give you peace of mind, I may have remnants of despair but it's better not to bring back people in your life that made you feel worthless. You can live without them. Now that as well I am learning to prioritize myself first. Para ba akong bumabawi sa sarili ko, and ang sarap sa pakiramdam. I'm also cutting out my medication for my mental health gradually and trying other ways to overcome my condition. Bukod kasi sa ang mahal magpagamot dito sa Pilipinas, nagiging dependent na ako sa gamot and I hate taking pills everyday, feeling ko masisira yung internal organs ko. Well, there is always a consequence on your every decision though. I read books about positivity, psychology, and understanding yourself, then going out with friends, going to coffee shops, taking a walk in the park, going to church, and of course, writing journals just like this. I must say that it's a good alternative for me. I don't want to be drawn by the pills since I also want to live healthy now that my gallbladder was removed. Man, that was one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life. I just thought that a tablet of laxative could help me get through the frequent stomach pains I was getting. Akala ko kabag lang, yun pala may bato na ako. Now, I am having a hard time losing weight again. I got back to my highest point again. Kung gaano ako kabilis pumayat, ganun din kabilis akong tumaba. I realized that my way of losing weight was wrong. I want to do my workout routines before pero nahihirapan pa ako because of my scar. Medyo masakit pa. I feel so unhealthy lately and I need to get back on track little by little.

Now talking about losing a job, at first I took the loss so badly that I isolated myself after I left the office. Pakiramdam ko ang dami kong pagkukulang at nawala talaga sa focus. I thought about coming back and re-apply kasi gusto kong bumawi at para bang itama yung mga pagkakamali ko noon. But lately, I've been getting signs and realizations na hindi na dapat. As I dug through and thought about the days I spent on my previous job, I sort of burned out myself. The company was all good and had amazing benefits but the standards that the company needs from their employees was so high. So, while getting to the finish line (regularization), there were a lot of signs that this was not meant for me. Para bang every week may anxiety ka na baka matanggal ka na and kahit week off mo, iniisip mo parin ang metrics mo. I'm thankful to have an experience being part of this company and being with my amazing colleagues and mentors because I was able to maximize all the benefits and ang dami ko talagang natutunan when it comes to handling stressful situations. Being on customer service role needs a lot of patience and willingness to adapt because this is one of the most mentally and physically draining jobs you can be in even if the pay is quite good.

Though at times I felt in every waking moment my purpose and plans are getting out of hand. It's really hard to resist being lonely and having existential crisis. As a child, I always look forward to becoming an adult to have this sense of freedom. But now that I'm an adult, you can afford to have freedom, but you also have the pressure because as they all say, with great power comes with great responsibility.

I just don't want to thrive to survive all the time, I also wanted to live. But you must still have to work on the freedom you're aiming for, and that's the reality. I still believe na I will meet the successful me that I am always manifesting.

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rinadragomir · 2 years ago

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Julie Plec and convenient diversity 🙃

Okay so when I found out they chose a British guy to play Dimitri I was a bit upset but in a super chill way cause 1)he looks fantastic 2) British accent kinda reminds me of Russian so I thought they not gonna have any problems with working on it.

Then my Tumblr friend made a post and I found out they erased that part of him. TV show Dimitri is not Russian anymore. I was kinda confused cause 1)then why would he have a Russian name👀 2)what about the fact that Rose spends the whole book in Russia, what about Roza, what about half of their jokes😟

BUT TODAY 🤡I FOUND OUT 🤡WHAT THAT PIECE OF HUMAN 🤡SAID ABOUT THAT CHANGE 🤡

Okay it's not a literal quote but it's almost it:

Dimitri is not Russian anymore, you'll be fine with it when you learn more about that amazing man playing his role.......It was important for us to convey the spirit of modernity, to show today's world with all the diversity of its cultural idiosyncrasies. Accent, origin and race do not matter because we are all part of the same community.

That clown living her clown life 🎪

Okay let's see

So she put 1) diversity is important, we all different and it's cool to show it AND 2)why diversity if we're the same person? 🥺 IN ONE FUCKING SENTENCE?!?!????!

Julie Plec literally said: OF COURSE diversity is important, we have Black Americans! Latins, Chinese guys...or not Chinese, I mean asian people = only Chinese right? And of course ...*whispers* I can't remember more..... um.....what? Turks? what is it? Turkey? Like ...Turkey on Thanksgiving day?🥺Yeah? Russian? Russia... sounds familiar where is it👀ugh nevermind some white dudes, they sound like British anyway

I forgot to mention I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THE CAST they're babies and they do the best they can, their acting is the reason I watched that trailer✋they just do their job and do it perfect

I have BIG ISSUES with creators of this show

⚠️Before some of you start with your American "um bitch u know dat black people live in Turkey and British people live in Russia and Latin people live in Romania" I'll say: they definitely MIGHT live there, tho I've never seen anything like this in any of these countries (I live in one of them and I've been in two others

But after Dimitri being a British announcement, there's no way Rose is Turkish. No fucking way. No one actually cares about the diversity. Diversity is a thing ONLY when it comes to people who live in America.

When people from Turkey, Russia, Romania even slightly open their mouth EVERYONE SHUTS THEM UP with "um....white dudes talking again 😴we have Black and Asian people, others don't actually exist👁️👄👁️)

If you think that "WOW we have a cool beautiful black girl as a lead, finally some good fucking food, finally a WELL WRITTEN WOMAN OF COLOR"

no think again😍you really believe that a woman who thought "ugh....idk all of these Turkish and Russian....ugh language, traditions are so hard🥺" will MAKE AN EFFORT?! To write a proper black lead girl? Seriously? I have some news

If you look at the cast and think "we have a proper diverse cast! That's so great! Different cultures were so important in the books, I'm sure tv show creators will explore this topic even deeper" you're poor innocent silly soul, that's who you are.

👉🏻IT'S NOT ABOUT AN "AdApTaTiOn" IT'S ABOUT PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THESE BOOKS AND THEY DON'T WANT TO, BUT THEIR LITTLE DAMAGE BRAINS CAN'T COME UP WITH THEIR OWN NEW UNIQUE STORY (and even when they can, it's so fucking bad, no one wants to watch it), SO THEY TAKE A POPULAR TITLE AND MAKE THEIR OWN SHIT PRETENDING IT'S ALL THE SAME CAUSE THEY DIDN'T CHANGE CHARACTERS NAMES. 👈🏻

And a little reminder how people look outside of England and the USA for my beloved Julie Plec and people saying "real diversity is here, who needs these white guys on the screen" (Turkish, Romanian, Russian)

#va #vampire academy #fuck julie plec #julie plecphobia #yesyes #anti julie plec #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #lissa dragomir #christian ozera

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Viral

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Requested by @hstyleswritten : you and Tom make tik toks on set that test your friendship

Masterlist

“Hi tik tok.” You waved to your camera. “I’m not sure who’s gonna see this but I wanted to announce that I’ll be playing Black Cat in the MCU going forward. I just saw that the news broke online and-“

“-and she’s my girlfriend.” Tom jumped on your couch and wrapped his arms around you. “Did she tell you she’s my girlfriend? I finally got one.”

“All right, relax.” You chuckled as you playfully pushed Tom off of you. “I’m his girlfriend in the movies. Tom and I are just friends.”

“Why’d you have to kill my vibe?” He teased as he hugged you again. “Who is this video for anyway?”

“It’s for tik tok.” You told him.

“Oh. Hi tic tac!” He waved to your camera, making you burst out laughing.

“No it’s not…you know what? It doesn’t even matter. Bye tik tok.” You waved goodbye.

“Bye tic tac! Are they sponsoring you?” Tom asked as you posted the video.

“Uh uh.” You said sarcastically. “Tic Tac is sponsoring me. I get free breath mints for life.”

“Really?” Tom gasped. “You’re so lucky.”

“I’m joking.” You laughed. I don’t think they sponsor anyone. Wait, look. I already got a few thousand followers.”

Tom looked at your phone and patted your back to show he was impressed.

“Wow.” He smiled. “Look at you.”

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “They’re following for you.”

“Darling, don’t be ridiculous.” Tom tutted as he pinched your cheeks. “They’re following to see this pretty face.”

“No.” You giggled as you pulled out of his grasp. “It’s for you.”

“We should make more of these.” Tom suggested.

“Oh, trust me.” You told him. “I plan to.”

“Hi Tik Tok. I’m on set right now. I can’t show you anything or I will be smited but look who I’m with.” You grinned as you rested your head on Toms shoulder and panned the camera to him.

“Hi.” Tom smiled at you. “What’s this for?”

“Tik tok.” You told him. “Say hi.”

“Hi tik tok.” Tom waved. “What is tik tok anyway?”

“It’s a dating app.” You told him casually as you posed.

“What?” He stammered, his jealously getting the better of him.

“I’m kidding.” You chuckled, making him sigh in relief. “It’s kinda like vine. Remember vine?”

“Is that that thing you showed me with the “road work ahead” guy?” Tom wondered, always confused with changing technology.

“Yeah, that’s it.” You laughed again at his choice of references.

“Uh, I sure hope it does.” Tom quoted in the style of the vine. “Was that good?”

“That was perfect.” You complimented, smiling at how he looked to you for approval. “I’m so posting this.”

Tom leaned on his hand and watched you fondly as you uploaded the video.

“How many followers do you have, love?” He asked as he gazed at you.

“13 million.” You showed him your phone and shook it proudly.

“Wow.” His eyes widened. “Already?”

“What can I say? They all want to see this pretty face.” You teased as you pinched his cheeks, just as he did to you.

“Unhand me, woman.” He laughed. “That’s seriously impressive. I can’t believe my best friend is the face of tic tacs.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke as he laughed at himself before checking the comments on your latest video.

“Okay I’ve been getting a bunch of comments to do more tik toks with Tom so I’m gonna pull some pranks on him.” You said as you set up your phone. “He should be coming to my trailer any minute.”

Soon enough, Tom opened your trailer door and set a package of baby carrots and some hummus on your counter.

“Hey.” You said stiffly, keeping your eyes on your phone.

“Hi beautiful.” Tom smiled at you. “Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing.” You mumbled. “Just sitting here.”

“Are you okay? You seem upset.” Tom noticed. You flicked your eyes to the camera and smirked a little before going in for the kill.

“You could have been nicer to be today.” You said quietly, still keeping your eyes down.

Toms eyes widened before filling with sadness as he took a seat next to you in the couch.

“I’m sorry, princess. What did I do that made you feel like that?” He apologized as he rubbed your back.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” You said coldly as you turned away from him.

“Is this because I said my butt looked bigger in my suit than yours looked in your suit?” Tom asked, making you break.

“You didn’t say that.” You laughed as you turned around.

“But I’ve been thinking it all day.” He grimaced, resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.

“You think I didn’t see you camera?” He laughed as he pointed to your phone. “You’re making a clip clop.”

“It’s a Tik Tok.” You corrected as you hit him with another pillow. “And I hate you.”

“Guys. Send help.” Tom said as he grabbed your phone. “My best friend is trying to kill me.”

Tom let out a scream as you chased him but the video ending and perfectly cut off his scream. You burst out laughing when you watched it back and added some hashtags before posting it.

“How many followers are you at now?” He asked once you caught up to him and tackled him onto the bed.

“23 million.” You told him as you shook your phone in his face.

“Wow. All thanks to me.” He pretended to flip some hair behind his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You shoved him playfully. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.”

Your plan to get Tom back went into motion the following week when the two of you were hanging out in his trailer.

You set the camera up and gave it a thumbs up before putting your feet back in his lap. You watched him scrolling on his phone for a moment before letting out a loud sigh.

“Are you all right?” Tom immediately noticed your sigh.

“I’m fine.” You said flatly.

“You don’t sound fine.” Tom insisted as he rubbed his thumb against your ankle.

“I am.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If somethings bothering you, it matters to me.” Tom said gently.

“Whatever.” You grumbled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Tom pouted for a moment when he realized he wouldn’t be getting through to you before an idea came to him. He sudden yanked you by the ankles onto his lap and began to tickle your sides.

“Are you fine now?” He teased as you burst into laughter. “Does this feel fine?”

“You can stop now.” You said between fits of laughter. “I’m okay. It was for a tik tok.”

“You’re making another tik tok?” He asked as he found the camera.

“Yup.” You smiled proudly as you reached for the camera. “Bye guys!”

Knowing Tom was in the eating area, you went to see him with another idea for a video. You discreetly set up your phone next to Tom before going through with your plan.

“Hi Tommy.” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek before sitting down.

“Hi. Aw.” He chuckled fondly and rubbed your back as you sat down. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to kiss you.” You shrugged.

“Aw.” He repeated as his cheeks heated up. “Thank you.”

Just as you hoped, Tom leaned in to kiss your cheek. You smiled warmly at him before wiping the kiss off with your sleeve.

“Did you just wipe it off?” Toms smile fell when he saw what you did.

“Hm?” You hummed as you leaned on your hand.

“You wiped my kiss off.” He repeated, visibly offended now.

“Sorry. It was a little wet.” You shrugged.

“So are my eyes in two minutes if you don’t let me give you another one.” Tom pouted.

“All right.” You agreed. “Try not to soak me this time.”

Tom kissed your cheek again and you gave it a minute before wiping it off.

“Oh My God.” He gasped and got up. “I’ve never been this insulted in my life.”

“Wait.” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Come back. It was for a tik tok.”

“Again?” He smiled in relief as he sat back down. “How do I keep falling for these?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad you do.” You chuckled. “You’re getting me a lot of followers.”

“I’m telling you and tik tok right now.” Tom pointed at the camera. “I’m never falling for one again.”

“Yeah right.” You snorted. “He so is.”

And he so did.

“Hey.” You said causally as you walked in to Toms hotel room and found his sitting on the bed.

“Hi.” He said back as you knelt down in from of him. “Oh? What are we doing?”

“Just sit back.” You smiled at him, his eyes widening as you spread his legs apart. He leaned over to see what you were doing right as you picked up a pen you had planted under his bed earlier.

“Thanks.” You held up the pen. “I’ve been looking everywhere for this.”

“Wait, what?” Tom sputtered as you got up from the floor. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?” You asked innocently as you clicked the pen a few times.

“You were just getting a pen?” He gulped as he crossed his legs.

“What did you think I was doing?” You played dumb as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Nothing.” Tom said skeptically as he took a pillow from the bed and placed it over his lap.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” You tilted your head to the side.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tom muttered as he held the pillow down.

“Uh huh.” You nodded. “Is there a reason you’re crossing your legs?”

“No. For an unrelated reason, I have to use the bathroom.” He got up quickly, keeping the pillow where it was as he ran to the bathroom. You grabbed your phone and saved the video to your drafts, smirking to yourself as you watched it back. You posted it just as a very sheepish Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Good evening.” He said stiffly as he held his hands behind his back.

“Hey.” You chuckled. “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “I do.”

“Good.” You smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

“You’re sneaky.” He pointed at you accusingly. “You’re a sneaky little snake and I don’t appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged simply.

“Oh, don’t you?” Tom mimicked you.

“Tom, come on. This isn’t fair.” You sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop being so hard on me.”

“I hate you.” Tom said decidedly as you giggled shamelessly. “I seriously hate you.”

“Aw. But I love you.” You pouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed. “Was that for that stupid app?”

“Yep.” You popped the p. “Thanks for 30 million followers, by the way.”

“30 million?” He asked. “You’re gonna have to do something huge to get to 50 million.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You told him. “I have just the thing.”

“Okay, Toms in the bathroom but he’s coming back any second. This has been the most requested one by far, so I’m gonna do it.” You smiled nervously. “This is the “kissing my best friend” challenge.”

Your hands shook as you set your phone up on the nightstand just as Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Come here.” You pulled Tom by the hand until he was next to you on the bed. “I wanna show you this song.”

Your thighs and shoulders were brushing as Electric Love played, a small smile resting on Toms lips as he listened to it.

“This is a nice song.” Tom said softly as he turned to you. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I really like it.” You mumbled as you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. Toms eyes widened in surprise before fluttering shut. He kissed you back eagerly, placing his hands over yours to keep you close. He pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against yours, sighing happily as the music stopped.

“Did you actually want to kiss me or was that for a video?” He asked suddenly.

“Both.” You giggled before kissing him again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now. Tik tok just gave me a perfect opportunity.”

“So that was real?” He asked hopefully. “That wasn’t one of your pranks?”

“No.” You shook your head, your noses brushing against each other. “It was not a prank.”

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief and covered your face in kisses. “I was planning on kissing you, by the way. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Uh huh.” You humored him as you uploaded the video. “Sure you were.”

“I was.” He insisted. “I had a whole speech planned.”

“Really?” You looked at him. “Tell me your speech?”

“Something along the lines of you’re beautiful, you’re magical, and I want to be your boyfriend more than anything.” He shrugged casually. “No biggie.”

“Aw. Too bad you were too chicken to say it.” You teased.

“Shut up.” Tom laughed. “I was gonna get there.”

“Look.” You showed him your phone. “I posted that less than five minutes ago and it already went viral.”

“What did I tell you?” Tom sighed happily.

“You told me what?” You looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little and pinched your cheeks.

“It’s all because of that pretty face.”

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oh wow, this made my day. I knew you were cooking something so delicious. the way I was just so right! “Really…?” You asked, a bit less defeated. Rex couldn’t help but smile a bit when he saw some hope return to your eyes. “Yes.” Rex replied proudly. “And I think we can use that experience here. We’ll start slow and see what works for you. We’ll learn together.” alduvgiuz, YES! so good. they are so cute oml '' You wished you didn’t say yes to this, but you didn’t want to say no and disappoint him, you liked it when you saw him happy. ''

this right here made me so happy! like reading, that she likes it when he is happy, yes please.

'' Yes, he wasn’t actually going to be shooting you (thankfully) ''

I really love reading pieces with humor and the line made me crack up. '' He was happy to have you. Very happy even, he thought. You made him smile and feel mysterious things that he wasn’t ready to lose. '' aww, rex. he really deserves to be happy. like he deserves so much.

“What? Did you guys get a little too rough with each other while nobody was looking?” & “You really tired her out there Cap!” fives!!! you are such a tease! but please continue, thank you. the interaction between rex, fives, echo and jesse had me cracking up so badly, loved it!! I felt like witnessing them pull this of quite literally.

'' Rex then took a step closer to you, almost too close for what you’ve been used to. Strangely enough, you weren’t opposed to it. You liked the way he looked at you, you could tell he cared. You invited that feeling it brought you, but it was still something you were growing accustomed to once more. '' OMG yes, darling yes! love how much he cares and how much she opened up to him already.

“I know we haven’t been friends for long. But you need to know that you could never waste my time.” me slamming my hand at my desk screaming ''yes'' whole heartily !!! this would make me blush. oh my ... '' Another image briefly appeared in your mind’s eye. It was Rex’s smile. ''

yes, just yes. please think about him. he's a good guy, he won't hurt you. TwT '' He just hoped that you were doing alright by yourself, because he certainly wasn’t. '' The way he just thinks of her got my heart melting, i am genuinely just so happy while reading this.

I had such a good time reading this chapter. (maybe just maybe I hadn't had the best day and your post made it better) thank you for this beautiful masterpiece once again. I am really sorry if I put to much quotes in this repost, but I literally opened my notes so I could give you my opinion. really hope I don't upset you ... TwT i am proud of you.

Look Towards the Future Ch8: Deceiving Myself, With You

Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader

Words: 12.3k

Summary: You and Rex have a first go at correcting your connection to the force. You lose you patience again, and Rex feels more mysterious emotions as you both struggle with your fondness for each other. But, neither party delves deeper, and instead focus on unrelated, but important details.

Warnings: Poor anger management / A whole lotta half-truthes / Very minor injury / Sexual themes / Slight nudity / Alcohol consumption / Unconsciousness

A/N: Oh wow, this is longest gap I've ever allowed between two chapters. Sorry about the delay, I've been having a lot of personal things happen recently. But, please enjoy!

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The Resolute was bustling with military personnel, all preparing for the ship’s departure that would occur that next day. Rex kept himself upright, his posture as perfect as it could be. Well, as perfect as it could have been as he fought against his nervousness, it clawed against his throat and pounded against his chest.

What made the Captain feel such a way?

He was about to see you.

Rex was headed to a room upon the ship that was designated for clones. A simple room to allow for close quarters training. Should the troopers ever need to get up close and personal with the enemy, this was one of the many places to hone their skills.

Rex had been thinking about your lack of connection to the Force ever since you revealed it to him during the last mission. Shortly before the war meeting, he was actually looking at the scheduling for this, and some other training rooms that required time slots to be signed out for troopers to train in them. And it was to his delightful surprise to have been asked by you to start figuring out your little problem together. Honestly, Rex felt absolutely elated.

He totally expected to have to bring up a proposal to you himself. But YOU were the one to take that step instead. That had to have been a good sign, right? That you really were warming up to Rex? He wanted nothing more than to finally get closer to you, so why did it make him so damn nervous to see you outside of Republic duties? Why did he mentally comb over his appearance more and more as he got closer to his destination? Why did his heart beat become more and more intense? Was he sick?

No, not sick. Rex was no medic, but he would know if he was sick. He would never allow himself to lead while his physical attributes declined in such a way. Maybe he was just nervous that you’d reject him once more. You had been so open to him ever since the mission. But he supposed that anything could happen. There was no other explanation for him feeling like this. There couldn’t be.

The door made way for the Captain, revealing a room decorated with dull grays, lightly furnished with high-grit carpeting that encompassed most of the room, and benches that surrounded the exterior without carpeting, they looked uncomfortable at a first glance. Rex checked the number for this room, then double checked, and then checked it once more, barely able to convince himself that this was the room he had slotted out, that this was the room where he would hide from his brothers’ snarky remarks. This was where he could define his friendship with you more, where he could hopefully set it in stone. He just had to play this perfectly.

Rex took two steps into the room, hearing the door snap shut behind him as he made himself familiar with his surroundings. He looked to a bench, and made his way towards it with a nervous feeling in his chest, worried that you wouldn’t bother showing up. He approached it quickly, a hunch existing in his neck as his eyes locked onto the bench. Tension began to show in his face as he set his helmet down softly, a thump sounding on impact with the surface. His hands lingered on the object for a moment, as his eyes didn’t focus on anything in particular. Then, he allowed his fingers to let go. His arm remained slightly outstretched as he straightened his back, before he let it relax at his side.

Despite the fact that Rex did not hear the door open, he still craned his neck to look at it. To his dismay, you still hadn’t arrived. An anxiety rang through his chest as he feared that all the progress the two of you had made was lost. But, Rex also knew not to jump to any conclusions, as that was something he had to learn time and time again as a Captain. So, instead of giving into his instinct to ruminate in his negative feelings, he got himself ready for your hopeful arrival. He took one of his pistols out of its holster and examined it briefly, before he turned his wrist slightly and turned on the safety lock.

After repeating that action with his other blaster, he examined the room again, but this time more thoughtfully, ensuring that everything was set up correctly for you. He looked down to the carpet, bending one knee so he may touch it, and fidgeted with the corner of it, ensuring that it was parallel to the walls. Why he felt this was necessary, he didn’t let himself think over, he just knew that he wanted everything to be perfect.

Then he heard the door open.

Rex quickly returned himself to his feet, straightening out his posture and feeling one of his hands automatically comb his hair once over without understanding why. He just as quickly turned to face the door, his eyes focusing right when you walked through. A timid and burdened expression was tightly acquainted with your face as your eyes seemed to look into the void. Once you stepped through the door, however, your eyes found their way to Rex, and most of the negativity seemed to wash away.

“Cap- Rex…!” You corrected yourself. A bright smile filled your face as you pulled your hood down, only the nervousness seemed to stay around, and it didn’t seem as though Rex was the reason behind it. This was a good start.

“Y/n!” Rex responded with a bit too much excitement, your name gliding off his tongue in a way he found oddly satisfying. “I’m glad you could make it.” The excitement he felt when he would see you had clearly not died down. It didn’t bother Rex, per say… but he wished that he could get it a bit more under control, and he hoped that you didn’t notice how excessive it was.

“I’m just glad you found a time where we could be by ourselves…” You began to say as you walked farther into the room, looking behind yourself as you did so. “So you’re sure that we’ll be completely alone the whole time, right…? Nobody is going to find us here?” You asked as your face coiled in worry.

“Don’t worry.” Rex replied, watching as you made your way towards the bench that he was standing next to. “Troopers have to sign out specific times to practice here.” Rex stated, motioning for you to set down your things at the bench. “Sometimes my brothers like to break the rules, but they typically don’t when they know a Captain or Commander has a training room booked out. We should be fine.”

You still looked a bit uneasy, but you relaxed slightly nonetheless. “Alright.”

You approached the bench and plopped the bag you were carrying with you on it. Rex debated on asking you what was in the bag, as it made a very interesting sound when it made contact with the bench, but he didn’t want to stress you out more than you already were.

You then used your arms to move the front of your robe out of the way from your belt. Rex watched as your hands dived towards your waist, obscured by your robe that was in Rex’s way. Once your hands returned, he saw that you had both of your sabers in one hand, and the pistol he gifted you in another. You placed them on the bench, then straightened up and faced the Captain, waiting for a brief moment as Rex’s eyes remained locked onto the blaster, unable to let go as a realization hit him.

“The… the blaster.” Rex trailed off, still looking at the pistol laying on the bench.

“Yeah…” He heard you say. “What about it…?”

“You brought it with you?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I…?”

That question seemed to bring Rex out of his thought-rushed trance. His eyes blinked as they darted back up to see your confused face.

You carried his pistol around with you?

Why did that thought move Rex so much?

“Well-! I…” Rex had to think quickly, he left little energy in maintaining a straight face. “Just assumed that you would only have it on you during missions.” Rex found it difficult to keep his eyes on you, so he didn’t.

“Considering everything, I’d rather keep it with me as often as I can.” He heard you explain, and he relaxed a bit, embarrassment replacing what had left him and a red hot feeling quietly shrouding his cheeks as he believed your words as the full truth.

“Ah, I understand.” Rex’s eyes peaked at you for a moment just to see you looking back at him with a twinge of confusion, and another emotion Rex couldn’t place in your eyes. He could feel the warmth in his face, so he opted to keep his head turned away as he pretended to be interested in the items you placed down in ways other than what he had almost revealed.

There was a brief moment of silence, Rex’s eyes darted as he looked at your sabers and the blaster, frantically thinking of what to say next, despite all of the planning he had put into this meeting.

“So…” You began, prompting Rex to look back at you, screaming at his face to cool down, praying that his face wasn’t noticeably red. Luckily you didn’t seem to notice any of Rex’s poorly hidden emotions, you simply looked focused, and maybe even a bit nervous about the training that was going to commence soon.

“Do you have any ideas on how I can fix my ‘problem?’” You whispered that last word. Your eyes focused back onto Rex's, he swallowed air, but forced himself to lock in.

“I don’t know the first thing about being able to use the force.” Rex said. “I do have some ideas, but I was wondering if you had any ideas yourself?” He asked, hoping that this new dialogue would rid the conversation of the awkwardness it possessed only a moment prior.

“I- I don’t know…” You replied unsurely. You immediately began to collapse in on yourself as your posture worsened. Your confused look left you, replacing it with a look on your face that spelled out a mixture of distress, worry, and shame. “I’ve never been through this before…” Your eyes struggled to remain in one place as they refused to lay on the Captain. “I’m sorry.” He saw one of your hands anxiously grip your elbow.

Rex realized that that was going to be a day where he would have to take the reins of this training session. But he didn’t mind, anything to help you get better.

“Hey, that’s okay.” Rex said, hoping that those simple words would help. But when he noticed that you didn’t react as much as he’d hoped to his kind words, he reached his arm out slightly. It stuck out in the air, fingers slightly separated from each other as he mentally gained the courage to place his hand on your shoulder, the only thing he could think to do in that moment to show you support, hopefully without making you uncomfortable.

He watched as his hand made soft contact with your shoulder, the sensation of the fresh fabric of your robe almost made him shiver. Your head moved quickly as you looked back at him, eyes widened, bottom lip hung open slightly, revealing the white of your teeth underneath.

Rex almost forgot to keep talking.

“L-like I said, I have some ideas. I’ve seen General Skywalker train Commander Tano more times than I can count. I’ve even helped at times as well.” Rex said as un-wavered as he could.

“Really…?” You asked, a bit less defeated. Rex couldn’t help but smile a bit when he saw some hope return to your eyes.

“Yes.” Rex replied proudly. “And I think we can use that experience here. We’ll start slow and see what works for you. We’ll learn together.”

And the two of you looked at each other for another moment. Rex wanted nothing more than to remember the look on your face, reinvigorated with ambition to regain your connection to the force.

But then he remembered his hand was on your shoulder, the sensation of the continued action returned to him all at once. Then came a sensation of embarrassed panic.

Rex quickly relinquished his hand from your shoulder, just a tad bit too intense for it to have seemed natural. And it was obvious you could tell, your eyes looked over to his hand for a second before they began to study Rex’s face. A look of confusion, and maybe even a twinge of unlabeled hurt plagued your expression as well. He prayed at that moment that his face wasn’t as red as it felt like it was.

Why was his face so warm in the first place?

What had been going on?

But Rex had to continue, to make it seem like it was purposeful, to avoid making you worry. He turned towards the bench as smoothly as he could, pretending to study the weapons you placed there, despite already knowing what he was planning to say.

“Let’s try this…” Rex said as he stepped towards your weapons, picking up your sabers carefully, as though they would shatter if he were to put any strength into his grip. He turned towards you, pretending not to notice the look on your face as he prepared himself to produce more words. He presented your sabers to you, outstretching his arms slightly, prompting you to take them. He witnessed you hesitate for a moment, your eyes were trained onto Rex’s for a moment, you seemed as though you had something you wanted to say. But if you did, you said nothing. You simply took the sabers into your hands.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to use my sabers with my current… ‘problem.’” You stated as you looked a bit nervously at your weapons, observing them tightly as your wrists turned to allow you to see every nook and cranny. You looked back up at Rex, dropping your hands to your side, awaiting his response.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow.” Rex said, pulling out one of his pistols from its holster. “We’re both shooting in the dark to fix this. We have to learn.”

You nodded.

“Okay.” You eyed at his pistol. “What do you propose we do?”

“Well, Jedi excel at dodging and deflecting blaster shots, right?” Rex asked rhetorically, and you nodded.

“I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to try to predict when I pull the trigger of my blaster.” Rex said, raising the hand with the pistol in it slightly to further explain his point. “Move your sabers as though you’re trying to deflect it. My blaster’s safety is on, so we’ll know how accurate you are when we hear it click.”

Your eyes looked to the blaster, before settling back onto Rex. Your eyebrows were furrowed deeply, and your mouth was hung open slightly in deep contemplation that Rex wished you would share with him. But he didn’t want to push.

“Sure.” You said, your expression not changing. “Let’s try it.”

Rex appreciated your willingness to try his idea more than he visibly let on, but he couldn’t help but smile at the gesture nonetheless.

- - -

You stood in the middle of the training room. Your heart was thumping wildly as you awaited instructions from the Captain. You wished you didn’t say yes to this, but you didn’t want to say no and disappoint him, you liked it when you saw him happy.

You were only half paying attention as Rex approached the center of the room, only staying a clean shot’s distance away from you. Training was about to start. You took a deep breath in, and almost forgot to let it out again.

You knew that you had to try again to regain your connection to the force, but you also knew that you already tried something like this when you used the training remote. And of course that ended horribly, and it was just your luck that you were already out of ideas. But, you considered the possibility that training with another person could help you. Yes, he wasn’t actually going to be shooting you (thankfully), but the presence of another person could help where a simple machine couldn’t. Either way, you were way more than grateful that someone was willing to help you. And you were more than grateful that you had someone you felt you could ask in the first place. Maybe this was a good step in the right direction, but the pit in your stomach didn’t let you focus on your positive thoughts for very long.

“Are you ready?” You heard him say in the far distance, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes locked onto the Captain, who was waiting patiently for your response.

“I’m ready.” You mostly lied. Dreading the potential failure that was likely to come next.

You allowed your eyes to close. A darkness shrouded your vision, quickening the pace of your heart beat slightly. You turned on your lightsabers, hearing them ignite loudly in unison. The hum of the sabers squashed the silence of the room, only the tension you felt between you and the Captain remained in unspoken territory. You impatiently waited to sense Rex’s finger pull the trigger, to know when to move when the click would sound. But… you couldn’t. You had no idea when it was coming. All you knew was the darkness that surrounded you.

Click.

You flinched slightly, shocked at the sound you couldn’t predict. You relaxed your pose and opened your eyes, as though gifting yourself sight once more would provide you with the answers you desperately wanted. But all you saw was Rex, with his pistol pointed at the floor next to your feet, his arms outstretched slightly.

It didn’t take long for him to notice that you had opened your eyes. He relaxed his arm, allowing it to drop to his side as a look of concern developed across his face. You huffed out your breath.

“Were you able to sense it at all?” Rex asked. The question made you feel a bit annoyed, but not enough to show it.

“Uh, no…” You managed to reply, unable to keep yourself still as your feet took turns favoring each other as you glanced at your sabers.

“That’s okay.” Rex said. Your irritation dissipated only slightly, just enough to allow gratitude for Rex’s caring words to fill in that hole.

“Let’s go again, close your eyes when you’re ready.”

You nodded quickly, took a very deep breath in, let it out with a bit of force, and closed your eyes once your lungs emptied and coiled.

And it was completely dark once again.

You tried to be more conscious of yourself, how your current state could affect your training. You first noticed your heart beat, it was a bit fast, likely from your heightened emotions. You took another deep breath in and let it out, this time with more patience, with more intent. You felt your heart relax, the stress in your chest disappearing partially. And you took another breath in and out, again and again, until you were more relaxed. Your eyebrows lifted up out of their tense position, your jaw relaxed as your teeth stopped clenching, and your shoulders loosened. You lifted your sabers once more, and re-assumed your battle stance. You were ready this time, you had to be.

You were calmer… but still felt lost. Nothing indicated to you when Rex was going to pull the trigger. Maybe he was going to do it now?

You sliced into the air with one of your sabers, but the clicking sound did not accompany your move, and did not closely follow your prediction at all. Rex did not say anything as well, confirming your suspicion that your guess was incorrect. Well, that’s okay, you could always try again-

Click.

Your eyebrows furrowed once more as the annoyance you felt earlier began to creep back into your chest. Okay… Well, there’s always next time. You just need to keep focusing on the task at hand.

Click.

Seriously?

Your heart rate increased once more as you felt the slight annoyance in your chest become an irritation that began to spread into different areas of your body. This was getting ridiculous, you had to be able to sense one trigger pull during this training session, just ONE. This shouldn’t be that hard.

You tried to take another deep breath to calm yourself, but all it was was a shallow and impatient breath in, followed by a harsh huff to let what little air you let in out. You took another swing. And nothing.

You held back the urge to let out a grunt in frustration, but patience was no longer your ally. You allowed yourself one more chance to sense Rex pull the trigger, it had to work this ti-

Click.

You reached out to the force, demanding it to come back to you as you felt a bead of sweat develop on your forehead.

Fucking click.

You opened your eyes harshly, about to let out your anger and frustration in front of the Captain. But then you noticed the concern in his eyes as he looked upon your dirtied posture, and you felt yourself hold back as the desire to conceal the part dominated you in that moment.

“Are you okay?” Rex asked.

“This isn’t working.” You said, leaving little space between his question and your answer.

“Let’s not give up yet, we haven’t been going at this for that long.” Rex explained, lowering his pistol to his side. You felt your emotions take you over a bit more.

“No- no.” You replied hastily, lifting one of your arms up to your head briefly before shooting it back down, forcing your sabers to relinquish their blades. “This isn’t working. I don’t care how long we’ve been at this, I have felt NOTHING.” You dropped your blades in frustration. Your hands grabbed on to your hips and you turned your body away from Rex slightly, realizing your anger was getting the better of you. “This was a waste of time, and…” A thought popped into your head, causing you to forget your anger in an instant. “I’m sorry. For, asking you to help me with this.” You looked at the floor in defeat as sadness washed over your anger, guilt and self depreciation infecting your thoughts. You were still a burden.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, y/n.” You heard Rex say. “I understand you’re frustrated, but I think we should keep trying, we still have this training room booked out for a little while longer. What do you say?” Only your head moved to look up at Rex. He wasn’t smiling, but you could clearly see the care he was feeling for this situation, the force would never have had to tell you that for you to know. It helped you feel a bit better, but you still felt hopeless.

“I don’t know, Rex…” You looked around awkwardly at everything except for the Captain. Your eyes then caught on to one of your sabers that you had dropped, and an idea spawned, lighting up your eyes as they quickly flew to meet Rex’s. His eyebrows lifted a bit in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

“Let’s go again.” You said. You watched as Rex promptly began to ready his weapon once more for you.

“But this time; turn off your safety. Have it set it to stun.”

Rex stopped in his tracks, his arm as only half lifted up to its final position as he froze, his eyes darted back and forth from you to his blaster. After a moment, only his eyes moved to look at you, confusion haunting them as he stared.

“Stun? Why?” He lowered his arm once more, relaxing his posture as he ruminated in his hesitant curiosity, awaiting an answer from you.

“Maybe if there were a bit more stakes to the training, I’d be more likely to connect to the force to protect myself.” You said almost too easily. You knew that this hadn’t worked in the past, both while you were training and during missions. But you thought that if there was even a slight chance that your idea could work, it was worth a try, especially if it meant that Rex’s time would not have been wasted. You felt bad enough that Rex put time aside to help you. You prayed that his time would maybe not have been wasted after all, that you weren’t the burden that your thoughts told you that you were.

You watched as Rex hesitantly lifted his blaster, his other hand grasping it as his fingers delicately fiddled with the safety switch, then the indicator to set it to stun. His hands froze as Rex cautiously observed the primed blaster that was now in his hands, before his eyes made their way up to yours, his concern trying to stab through you, but you wouldn’t let it.

“You’re sure you want to try this…?” He asked, clearly silently begging that you agree to go the safer route once more.

“Let’s do it.” You said, ignoring his pleas and your logic screaming that this was likely to go badly. You picked up your sabers, then swiftly returned to your battle stance one more. You ignited your sabers, hearing their familiar song as your eyes closed, reluctantly returning to the darkness once more.

You couldn’t lie, your anxiety was heightened significantly as you awaited Rex’s blaster shot. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, the anticipation was almost too much for you to handle. The anxiety creeped up your throat, threatening to escape in the form of vomit and bile as the silence kept on going. You didn’t have the force, but you could feel Rex’s hesitation, his war that he was fighting with himself. But, you knew that a shot was going to come eventually. You heard the crackles of the blaster as he raised it up towards you, you heard the way the different parts of his armor and blacks slid against each other softly as he adjusted his arm. There was no going back now.

You tried to reach out to the force, to hear its song. But, after an agonizing moment of silence, you were no longer asking the force to hear yours, you begged. You coiled your being back up again, before you pushed back out even harder into the void, more desperate to find that connection now. This was going to work, it had to. This couldn’t have been all for nothing. You didn’t want to be a burden to any clone anymore-

Then you heard the blaster shot, and you were out like a light in an instant.

You didn’t know it was coming. Of course you didn’t.

- - -

“Let’s do it.” You said to Rex. He didn’t even get a chance to agree with your idea, or even argue with it. You simply picked up your sabers and closed your eyes once more. He watched you as you continued to prep yourself into a fighting stance, a stark hesitation freezing him in place as he rapidly debated with himself if he should go through with this.

It’s not as though he didn’t trust you or your ideas, but this was the first time he helped you with your connection to the force, and he wasn’t sure how many times prior to this you had tried to help yourself. You made it quite clear that you couldn’t sense it when Rex pulled the trigger. Putting yourself at risk this early on was simply not a good idea in Rex’s mind, even if the danger was minimal.

But you had clearly made up your mind, and Rex wasn’t comfortable enough to voice his grievances. He finally achieved some sort of friendship with you, he didn’t want to ruin it so soon after it had started. He was happy to have you. Very happy even, he thought. You made him smile and feel mysterious things that he wasn’t ready to lose.

So he looked down at his pistol, mentally preparing himself to raise it, to aim at you. At first it was as though he were made of stone, he couldn’t seem to move his damn hand. But then he remembered what you had said to him, the logic you presented that showed that there was a chance that you would be able to deflect the blaster shot. Despite the fact that your chances were probably low, it gave him the courage to finally lift up his hand and mostly straighten out his arm, as he aimed the blaster at your chest.

Then he found himself stuck again as his eyes caught onto you. Your nervousness became more and more visible as the seconds slowly passed by. Rex was ready to call the whole thing off, until he noticed a twinge of desperation hiding behind your tense posture. You really wanted Rex to do this, you needed him to trust you in this moment, to show him that you could get your connection with the force back. And he was ready to trust you.

But almost not ready to shoot you. His finger slowly began to squeeze the trigger, but his anxiety grew as the trigger slowly approached its apex. His hand began to shake slightly, sending a ripple effect throughout the rest of his arm and into his shoulder. His head tilted back slightly as his eyes opened more in reaction to his nauseating emotions.

Rex squeezed the trigger harder, and he closed his eyes tightly, turning his head away from you. And he fired, but he couldn’t bear to look. Then he heard a large thump.

He opened his eyes quickly, and saw you on the floor. Your front was facing upwards, your arms sprawled to the sides as your sabers rolled farther and farther away from you, retracting their blades at their own pace.

“Y/N!”

Rex bounded towards you. His knees crashed to the floor, and he immediately took your head into one of his hands, checking your pulse with his other hand’s fingers. Logically, there was no way your life was in any danger, but a stark panic caused Rex to check anyway, the thought of your demise scared him more than he expected it to. But, you were fine. Your pulse was beating at a normal pace, and your pupils danced slightly underneath your eyelids as your breath was made audible in Rex’s ears. Thank the force. He sighed, the panic he felt now replaced with more manageable negative emotions.

Rex hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next as he looked around the room, as though someone were watching his every move. But then he looked back down at you, and realized that keeping you on the floor like that was probably not how you wanted to wake up.

He moved his hand from your neck and gently slid it under your back, then gently lifted you softly off the floor, allowing most of his arm to support your neck and head. You laid slack in his grasp. If his arm didn’t support your head, it would have lolled to the side, likely to cause a soreness in your neck once you were awake. But he protected you from that pain as he began to lift your lower half into his arms.

But your arms were not supported, the one closest to Rex slacked lazily to the side, allowing the sleeve of your robe to be taken by gravity, revealing your shoulder and the upper portion of your arm. Once Rex had noticed the malfunction of your attire, he knew to be quick to correct that wrong to avoid breaching the boundaries of your privacy. He moved the sleeve back in place as best he could, feeling embarrassed in the process.

Rex moved his other arm back to the bottom side of your legs, and used his limbs in unison to stand up with you in his arms without even breaking a sweat. He looked down at your head, keeping inside all of the guilt and immense sadness he was feeling in that moment, there was no point in expressing it while he was alone.

“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t help but say anyway.

He found that it was hard to look away from your face. Your features, now relaxed in slumber, kept the Captain captivated. He didn’t understand why, but when he looked upon you, your faces so close together, he couldn’t help but want more. He couldn’t help but wish you were awake to feel this moment too, to revel in its mystery. Maybe you knew the answer.

Rex shook his head to remove himself from his dazing thoughts. This was no time to be handling you so carelessly while you were still unconscious, why did he even zone out at that moment anyway? First comes first, getting you comfortable, nothing more, nothing less.

He made his way quickly towards the nearest bench. Once he had approached the edge he bent over and placed you there as gently as he could. He had it so that you were laying down, front facing upwards with your arms folded inwards, one hand on top of the other as they both rested on your stomach. Rex stood up to observe his work. You seemed comfortable enough, and waking up on a bench was logically going to be way better than finding yourself on the floor.

Rex wasn’t too sure what to do after that. There was still some time before the next group of troopers had this room rented out, but not much… Maybe he could try to wake you up? Rex kneeled down next to you and gently took your shoulders into his hands, and began to shake you lightly, trying to ignore the embarrassing feeling that was developing in his chest.

“Y/n…” Rex whispered, giving your eyes a hard look as he awaited for them to open. But they didn’t.

“Y/n.” Rex called out again, this time a little louder, shaking you a bit more intensely, but still quite softly. But it was enough to make your arm that was closest to Rex fall from the position that Rex put it in, and off the side of the bench. You hand laid open as it was suspended close to the floor, your fingers laxed a somewhat wide distance apart, as Rex saw the sleeve of your robe begin to fall, revealing your skin once more, but even more so as gravity took hold.

Ignoring the heat that began to once again rise in his cheeks, Rex wasted no time in moving his hand over to fix your sleeve, but then he paused. His hand stuck out in the air, frozen, as his eyes made contact with the skin that was exposed. Rex felt that knot tie up his stomach again, the same one that he had felt during the previous mission, when he was patching you up. It was gone as soon as it appeared, popping Rex out of his haze. He sighed, before his hand began to move once again, his fingers grasping the cloth of your robe. His other hand moved down to your arm in preparation to fix it back onto your stomach.

But, just as Rex was going to adjust your arm and robe, he stopped again. His eyes were stuck on your skin once more, but this time on something different. He noticed your scars, the ones that your robe concealed, and an image of the first time Rex saw a glimpse of these scars washed through his mind quickly. As he continued to look, all Rex could see was that the scars didn’t end, they started just behind the sides of your arms, and they just kept going… He followed the scars as far as his vision would allow, but was stopped by your robe. They were worse than he originally understood, what happened to you?

Then Rex heard troopers laughing right outside the door. The sound startled him as he shakily readjusted you, fixing your robe and your arm, before he quickly made his way towards the door.

It swished open just as Rex approached it. On the other side were Fives, Echo, and Jesse, all engrossed in their own hilarious conversation until they noticed Rex. They all stopped talking in unison, and looked at Rex in confusion, the silence was palpable, and agonizing for Rex.

“Rex?” Echo asked, tilting his head slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“I have this room blocked out.” Rex replied as plainly as possible, angling himself near the door to prevent his brothers from seeing you. “You’re early.”

Echo checked the time on his wrist. “Oh yeah.” He said as he shrugged. “I guess we’re ten minutes early.”

“Yeah…” Rex said, the ending of the word trailing on for a bit too long as he struggled to come up with something else to say.

“So…” Echo started. “Can we come in anyway and get set up?”

“I’m still a bit busy here.” Rex replied, trying to hide his nervousness as best as possible as he felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead.

“Yeah, but-”

“Hey, is that General y/n?” Jesse asked, almost causing Rex’s heart to explode as his eyes darted to the curious trooper. Jesse had been looking over Rex’s shoulder, Rex quickly moved his body in Jesse’s way to block his view.

“N-yes.” Rex replied. He was slipping.

“What are you two doing in a training room alone?” Fives asked simply, truly just asking a simple question, but the answer was much less simple. Rex had to think quickly.

“Well, General y/n…” Rex trailed off, desperate to think of something to say as his eyes struggled to stay on his confused brothers. “Wanted to show me some battle strategies that she uh, picked up before she joined our battalion.” He forced his eyes to stay on the troopers.

“Without General Skywalker or Commander Tano?” Jesse asked this time.

“They were uh, they were busy.” Rex lied. “Our new mission is tomorrow and General y/n didn’t want this to wait.”

“Sure, but…” Echo trailed off for a moment, Rex looked over and finally noticed that Echo was on his toes to get a view of the training room over his shoulder. “Why is General y/n laying down on that bench? Is she okay?”

More panic coursed through Rex, but he had to prevail.

“Yes…yes!” Rex pathetically began. “She’s just resting-”

Rex was interrupted by Five’s harsh one-noted laugh.

“What? Did you guys get a little too rough with each other while nobody was looking?”

“NO.” Rex stated bluntly, understanding the innuendo almost immediately. The Captain glared at the trooper, attempting to use his gaze to cut through him. But Fives blocked the attack carelessly.

Fives had to stifle another laugh, but purposefully failed. “You really tired her out there Cap!” Rex felt more anger course through him as he processed the pathetic excuse for a joke. Jesse’s stifled chuckles didn’t help much either. Not today Fives.

“FIVES.” Rex said a bit too loudly, causing visible reactions from the three troopers. Rex lifted one of his hands to his nose, using his pointer and index finger to grasp it, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath in. This was not the place to blow up at Fives, hopefully a better time will bear fruit.

“Just…” Rex took his hand from his nose and extended his arm out slightly, opening up his hand as he did so to emphasize the point he was about to make. “Give us a couple minutes okay? We just need to finish this up.”

Echo and Jesse nodded without question. Rex then looked to Fives, who looked to his brothers for council during this now awkward encounter. After a second, Fives shrugged, closing his eyes and letting out a grunt of apathetic approval.

“Whatever.”

Rex straightened his posture back out, trying to seem professional in front of his brothers, and praying that he wasn’t horrifically failing and embarrassing himself. He then noticed the stares that his brothers were giving him, and he immediately shrunk down to himself again.

“So…” Rex started, taking an awkward step back further into the room. “I’ll just let you know when we’re finished…” He forced a closed-lip smile upon his face, generating a sore feeling in the corners of his mouth the longer he kept it up.

Then the door snapped shut, finally cutting off the connection Rex had with his brothers as their stares were swiftly blocked by the moving steel. A moment of silence ensued, irritating Rex as he looked at the door, unsure of what to do. But then he could hear his brothers begin to talk, their voices only softly audible through the thick door. Their words were unintelligible to Rex, but he did not care at that point, they seemed to respect his wishes. He had time to wake you up.

“Rex?” He heard you say weakly behind him.

Rex was quick to turn around to investigate. His eyes were wide when he saw you sitting up, the palm of one of your hands planted against your forehead and you squinted in discomfort and pain, it was clearly quite difficult for you to keep your eyes on the Captain. Your posture was hunched, barely able to keep yourself upright as your other arm rested its elbow on your thigh for support.

He ran to you, immediately dropping one of his knees to the floor to match your weakened height. He leaned in close to you, but was conscious to keep an appropriate amount of distance.

“Hey! Are you feeling alright?” Rex asked you, keeping his voice down in fear that his brothers could hear him.

You groaned as you thought of the words to say in response. Rex watched as you rubbed your forehead once more, before allowing your hand to drop to your lap, finally focusing your eyes on the Captain as he awaited an answer with care.

“I think so…” You replied with a tired rasp in your voice. Your eyebrows furrowed as another thought popped into your head. “I’m assuming it didn’t work…?”

Rex looked down to the floor for a moment, before placing his eyes back onto yours with a look of regret forming on his face. “No…” He finally replied. “You went down after one shot.”

Sadness gently morphed your face. Guilt began to rise in Rex’s chest. “I see…” You replied pathetically. You both looked at each other for another moment. For Rex, it was largely because he found that he simply couldn’t look away, no matter how sad you looked. He was transfixed without even realizing it.

Then, the muffled laughs of his troopers could once again be heard right outside the door, knocking Rex right out of his trance.

“Oh, uh…” Rex blinked a couple times before he turned his head towards the door for a quick second. “Are you feeling well enough to walk? We need to find a better place to talk.”

You looked at the door concerningly. “Are they supposed to be here?” You asked, only your eyes moved to look back at Rex, before you looked at the door again.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Rex replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Can we go?”

You nodded quickly.

- - -

You were slow to walk at first, but you only needed a moment to be able to walk confidently on your feet again. You seemed about perfectly normal by the time you made it to the door, only needing to hide a slight headache and dizziness from your impending audience.

Rex was slightly ahead of you by the time you both stopped by the door, just far enough away to avoid setting off the motion sensor so it wouldn’t open. He looked back at you, face full of questions and unspoken sentences that needed to be said. But now wasn’t the time, and he knew that. His eyes silently asked you if you were ready, and you nodded in return. Rex nodded only once to show his understanding, before he turned to face the door once more.

You both took another step, and the door didn’t wait for you to calm your nerves. It opened quickly, revealing the troopers to you. The loud swish of the door almost took them out of their amusing conversation, their smiles dropped slightly and they all looked at the two of you in unison, straightening themselves out as they were laying against the wall.

Once the door was situated, you both wasted no time in making your ways away from the troopers, praying that none of them noticed your slightly weakened state. You followed Rex, passing each trooper one by one, each of them acknowledging you politely. You nodded to the brothers, keeping your eyes in front of you. You couldn’t see them, but you could hear one of them talking through a smile. Maybe one of their jokes was funny? You couldn’t put together the fragmented pieces you were presented with, but you were too worried about getting away to some form of privacy to really care. Once you had passed the troopers, you found yourself relaxing out of the posture that you didn’t realize was causing you so much tension in the first place.

More and more distance was being made, thank the force. Luckily, Rex seemed just as in a hurry to get out of there as you were, he always stayed right in front of you. Honestly, he was almost walking too fast for it to not look suspicious, you struggled to keep up with him while you kept up your act. But, you could tell that he was also relaxing the farther the two of you were down the hall, away from his brothers. He slowed his pace slightly, and you took the opportunity to catch up and walk right next to him. As long as the two of you turned the corner and found somewhere with little foot traffic, everything would be fine, your secret would still be safe.

“Hey, Captain!” You heard one of the brothers yell in your direction.

“Hm?” You looked over at Rex to see that he had slowed his pace considerably. You immediately matched his speed, keeping yourself a couple steps in front of him, watching.

Apparently it was Fives who had spoken up, the other two troopers had already entered the training room. Fives was halfway in the room, his hand grasped the edge of the wall as he leaned outside the training room slightly. A wicked smile was plastered across his face.

“Don’t forget that we have plans tonight! Your ‘training session’ better not have made you too tired!” Fives said.

“What? Oh.” Rex rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, Fives… I’ll be there.” He replied, a touch of annoyance extremely clear to you as he lazily waved his arm in regretful understanding.

You looked upon Rex as he walked faster to catch up with you, a new tension cursed his face, he seemed pretty stressed out at what Fives was saying, and maybe even a little… embarrassed? But you couldn’t exactly pinpoint why as he hid his face from you. Rex just kept walking, refusing to look back as the two of you were approaching the end of the hallway, both desperate to turn the corner at this point.

Then the corner came just as swiftly as it went. You felt the view of the training room door disappear behind you, and you sighed greatly, finally able to relax yourself and speak truthfully once more. But just as the relaxation hit, anger began to bubble up within you. You failed, AGAIN. You couldn’t even detect a single shot or trigger pull the entire time. You approached one of the walls of the hallway, arms crossed tightly, your fingernails marking your skin under your robe. You were pathetic. Useless even. No matter how hard you tried to make things better, life laughed in your face again and again and again. You were still the burden you feared everyone saw you as. And that made you mad.

“SHIT.” You exclaimed quietly, kicking the wall, causing a loud and metallic WHACK to resonate from it. You turned quickly, before leaning your back against the wall, softly banging your head against it repeatedly to let out more frustration, causing more metallic sounds to be made. At that moment, you didn’t care if anyone could hear as you ruminated in your feelings. How embarrassing, you finally make another friend after the incident, and all you’ve done so far with him is FUCK EVERYTHING UP-

“Hey…”

“WHAT.” You looked quickly over at the Captain. Your eyes were wide with fury, and he took note. His face reeked of anxious confusion as his eyes struggled to stay on you. As you were now in public, he was trying to maintain a professional posture, but your response to him clearly made it waver. Regret immediately overtook most of your anger as your eyes widened slightly. You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath in, before letting it out quickly, flaring your nostrils as you let out the loud breath. You turned your head away from the Captain as you felt yourself relax slightly, you looked up at the ceiling.

“I-I’m sorry.” You finally said, your awkwardness towards the Captain rapidly returning to you. “I just…” You curled one of your hands up into a fist, and hit the fall with it. “Really. Need ‘THIS!’” You really emphasized that last word intensely. “To get FIXED…” And your head fell back to the wall again, using your hands to rub your temples, determined to not let this bout of anger get the best of you like it had in the past.

“You clearly felt quite tense while we were training.” Rex said politely, likely to avoid reigniting your anger. “And I’m not trying to tell you how to feel… but, is there anything you like to do to feel a little more relaxed?”

You thought for a moment, re-living many happy moments from your past in only a couple seconds, it made you feel better.

“Actually, yes, but…” You thought again. Your face soured, Rex clearly noticed.

“I uh…” You didn’t know how to put your thoughts into words, you didn’t want to tell Rex too much. “I did those things with the troopers of my old battalion. Before… before everything happened…” You kept your eyes on the ceiling, fearing how the Captain would respond to your words. Your feet refused to keep steady, and you began to twiddle your fingers anxiously.

It was quiet for a moment, you could feel Rex wanting to say something to you. You guessed he couldn’t find the words either. You could understand that, you just hoped that he wasn’t hurt by the lack of yours. You weren’t ready to burden another person with what you knew.

“Did you want to talk about it…?”

Your eyes returned to Rex slightly widened. Despite his endless kindness, you honestly didn’t expect him to offer his ears to you. But, he asked anyway. Could you be ready?

“Maybe later.”

Not yet.

“Ah… I understand. No worries.”

Rex tried to hide it, but his eyes couldn’t lie to you. They sang a song of sadness as they darted between you and the floor. His smile, while obviously coming from a good place, was artificial from the start. Guilt bubbled up in you again. You tell him everything, you feel like a burden. You tell him nothing, and he’s sad, and you feel like a burden. There was no winning now, but maybe it was possible at a later time. But for now, you had to make sure that today didn’t end so bad. Maybe it could end well.

You looked at the ground nervously, before placing your eyes onto the Captain.

“T-thank you.” You wished your sincerity didn’t come out so awkwardly.

But, his eyes stopped, finally settling onto you.

“For… what?” He genuinely looked confused as he stood there. You would have to borrow more courage to keep this up.

“For helping me today, despite…” You looked down the hallway. Luckily, you and Rex were the only inhabitants as far as you could tell. “Despite the fact that it didn’t work…” You sighed. “I’m sorry if I wasted your time.”

“You didn’t waste my time.” Rex said without hesitation. “I want to help you with this, you are a part of this battalion, and I’d never hesitate to help one of my own.”

Rex then took a step closer to you, almost too close for what you’ve been used to. Strangely enough, you weren’t opposed to it. You liked the way he looked at you, you could tell he cared. You invited that feeling it brought you, but it was still something you were growing accustomed to once more.

“I know we haven’t been friends for long. But you need to know that you could never waste my time.”

You looked at each other as you felt your heart rate increase, as you felt yourself become swept up in the platonic care the Captain was so generously feeding you. At least, you assumed Rex intended it to be platonic, what else could it be?

“Thank… you.” You finally heard yourself say, taking a moderate pause in between the words as you found yourself coming back into focus.

Rex blinked a couple times before he backed away a bit, clearing his throat as his fist covered it. He then put that free hand on his hip, clearly trying to act natural as he turned to face away from you. But you didn’t notice, you were too busy straightening yourself out to care, your mind too riddled with bliss as Rex’s kind words replayed in your head. More proof of having what you had once lost.

“But, anyway… I think we can consider today as some sort of progress.” Rex said, keeping his hand on his hip as he turned his head to you. “Like I said, it would definitely be worth looking into ways to relax, especially before we head out for the next mission tomorrow.”

You nodded in response. “I’ll try that.”

The corners of Rex’s mouth curled into a smile. “Great. I’d help you if I could but-” Rex rolled his eyes. “I forgot that I apparently am expected to babysit my drunk brothers, so I need to get some other responsibilities done before then.”

You wished that he could stay and help, but you didn’t allow yourself to indicate that to the Captain. You simply watched as he readjusted his posture and double checked that his armor was positioned correctly, as he made sure his helmet was facing forwards in between his arm and hip.

“So…” The Captain faced you once more, looking poised and proper for his role in the Republic. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” His face was your window into seeing Rex, not just the Captain. It was riddled with an expression that was at a loss of what to actually say in this moment, and you could tell.

“Yeah…” You didn’t exactly know what to say either. But you did know this, you could feel that there was more that wanted to be said, that Rex was holding something back. Or, maybe he just didn’t want to go? You weren’t entirely sure, but you were sure of that energy that the both of you felt, and you weren’t sure if it all came from him.

“Great.” And he smiled a bit. Then he turned and started to walk away. You couldn’t help but look at his back as he grew smaller. You almost wished you would say something to make him stay, but you knew not to be selfish for your own sake. You’d see him, and his kindness the next day.

“And let me know how things go tomorrow! Alright?” You heard him yell at you without looking back.

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered. Again with the awkwardness. Why couldn’t you just talk to him straight more than half the time? Whatever, now is not the time to be thinking about that, you had to find a way to get out of your own way before tomorrow’s mission.

Totally doable. Right?

- - -

The door opened swiftly to reveal the dulled room that you would once again call home for the next ambiguous length of time. You sighed as you entered the room, feeling the tension in your forehead form into a slight headache. You took the palm of one of your hands and rubbed the pain as your other hand tossed your bag next to the bed. You slowly unequipped your robe, feeling the fabric run against your scars that you’ve been desperate to ignore, but are always painfully reminded of their existence.

Although you felt tempted to drop the robe behind your feet, you forced yourself to take the time and effort to fold the robe neatly, before you placed it on your bed, perfectly lining up the corners of the robe with the corners of your bed, allowing them to run parallel.

You sought the comfort of your bed, swinging one leg over, then the other. Once you were on top of your bed, you adjusted your position so that your legs crossed each other, your back was straight, and you were satisfied with how comfortable you were on top of the soft material as you sank down into it slightly.

As you commuted to your quarters upon the Resolute, you struggled to think of much for you to try to relax. Honestly, you found yourself thinking a lot about the troopers who have made you happy. Both the ones you have lost, and the first one to revive some sort of positivity within you. During this commute, you realized that you had been suppressing your memories of your old battalion as much as possible. While yes, many bad memories have come about when you weren’t suppressing them, there are an endless amount of fantastic memories that have come from your times with those men. Why miss out on those memories? They may help.

Once you were situated, you took a deep breath in, taking in the air, tasting it in the back of your throat as your lungs expanded greatly. You could feel your heart rate relax as you let the air out slowly through your mouth. You closed your eyes, and breathed deeply again a couple more times, feeling yourself relax further. Eventually, the deep breaths became second nature to you. You no longer needed to focus on maintaining the monotonous rhythm.

You haven’t felt this calm since before you lost your connection to the force.

For the first time in a while, you allowed your mind to wander to the past. You made it a point to not force a specific memory into focus, you waited for one to make itself known to you. You waited patiently for a moment, until images began to appear in your mind.

One was a celebration, after the Separatists were finally forced to flee a long and arduous battle, leaving only you and your troopers in the battlefield. The memory became audible, cheers and excited chatter could be heard all around you as the blackened battlefield could finally be seen as well. You looked to your left to see Gamble and Saks, two troopers that you had come to know very well, chest bumping then wrestling each other to the ground as their ecstatic hollers and laughter could be heard. You heard yourself let out a chuckle you could almost feel in your throat, and you turned to your right, and you saw your Commander, Rory, standing quite close to you. Once he had seen that you noticed his presence, he took off his helmet, revealing his face that you had known almost all too well due to the war. The Commander smiled, the scar on the side of his mouth warping to the warm gesture.

And you felt yourself smile, but not only in the memory, in the present too.

Before Rory could speak, the memory faded, leaving you in the darkness again. You allowed it to happen as your calmness continued, awaiting another memory to form in your mind’s eye.

‘Hey, I got you this.’

An image faded in of Rory, he was clearly handing you something out of your view, but you couldn’t look down to see. That didn’t bother you, however, you simply felt grateful that he had thought of you during the mission.

‘Thank you, Rory.’

It was one of the many things you would add to your collection.

The image faded.

You saw your troopers wrestling in the barracks, followed by collective laughter.

You saw glasses clinking together in celebration.

You saw a beautiful sky, feeling someone hugging you tight.

You felt someone holding your hand as tears obscure your vision.

More memories faded in and out, relaxing you deeper. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time, so it was easy to let it take you.

Another image briefly appeared in your mind’s eye. It was Rex’s smile. The memory made you feel so familiar, but you still didn’t know where to place it. It vanished just as fast as it appeared, not allowing for deeper thinking, but you didn't mind.

Before you knew it, you were asleep, dreaming of the troopers you would do anything to see again.

It was nice.

- - -

The music was loud, pounding into Rex’s ears each passing second as the neon colors that decorated the club made him want to vomit rainbows. Rex had wanted to invite you out tonight, as a way to help you hopefully feel less tense, but he didn’t. The reason why? Well, one part was him being too nervous… And the other?

“REX!”

Was pretty self explanatory.

“Hm?” Rex vocalized.

“You haven’t even taken a sip of your drink yet!” Jesse unfortunately pointed out, mildly slurring his words.

“What gives, Cap?” Fives asked, taking a sip from his glass shortly after, also clearly a bit drunk.

“It’s nothing really.” Rex said, carefully going over his words in his head before he said them out loud. “Just a bit stressed, is all.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow. “About what?”

In reaction, Rex took his glass into his hand, putting it in front of his mouth as though he was going to take a sip, hiding part of his face in the process as he looked down at the table.

“We have a mission tomorrow, don’t we?”

This was a lie, of course.

Rex could hear Fives chugging the rest of his drink, before slamming the glass on the table.

“Then take a shot and forget about it, man!”

Rex rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t drink, Fives. I don’t understand why you people keep buying me drinks that I will never finish.”

But his words fell upon deaf ears. Two Twi’leks had already approached the table, making themselves as enticing as possible to their two selected victims; Fives and Jesse. Rex tried his hardest to look at his drink, pretending to be interested in the brown liquid. But sometimes he couldn’t help but sneak a peek. First he saw one of them rub Jesse’s shoulders. Then, the other put the tip of her pointer finger under Fives’s chin, directing his head to look up at her, a grin forming on the trooper’s face.

“Care to dance?” He managed to hear one of the girls ask seductively over the loud music.

Rex looked up again in an unexpected anticipation to hear how his brothers would respond. This was when he got a better look at the girls. They uh, didn’t leave much to the imagination, as Rex would put it. They wore pretty similar outfits. Short skirts, high heels that Rex once thought was impossible to walk in. And they also wore these crop tops that were made of thick fabric that were sewed into a fishnet pattern. Once Rex noticed that their nipples were visible, he immediately averted his eyes, almost unable to hide the gasp he so naturally wanted to let out. His nose instead opted to blow out into his glass, upsetting the liquid slightly in it, but not enough to spill it over the rim. Echo had clearly noticed as he began to eye Rex, who was unfortunate enough to have looked back at the trooper, quickly averting his eyes back down to his glass as Echo turned his head back to his other brothers. His brothers were all very used to this sort of… sexual interaction. But Rex had always been completely in the dark. Just like with drinking, he always chose to not engage. He had never had a problem with that choice. So… why was it bothering him tonight?

Rex was too occupied trying to distract himself from what was happening to hear what his brothers said in response to the girls, but they seemed absolutely enthralled by them. Another peek revealed Fives’s hand wrapped his girl’s waist, and both of Jesse’s hands holding his girl’s waist. Jesse’s legs were slightly spread apart to give her some room to get a bit closer as his pointer fingers gently tapped at her sides.

Rex looked down at his glass again, feeling tension begin to brew on his forehead.

He looked back up, and they were already walking away. He couldn’t help but watch as they slowly decreased in size, as they were a little too close to each other for what they were about to do to be merely about dancing. For a reason unknown to Rex, he envied them. And he hated that he was feeling that, it wasn’t like him.

“Rex?”

“Hm?” Rex was taken out of his thoughts, and his eyes landed on Echo.

“Are you okay?”

Rex looked down at his drink again.

“No.” He found himself saying the truth.

Echo adjusted himself in his seat awkwardly, before taking a sip of his drink.

“Does it have to do with what you were doing with General y/n earlier? In the training room?”

Rex closed his eyes as he sighed, before placing his drink on the table. The clink of glass was barely audible over the music. Once again, Echo was right on target.

“I don’t think I want to talk about that right now.”

Echo shrugged in reluctant, but genuine understanding. “Alright.” He returned to focusing his eyes on his drink as he took another sip.

“But-” Rex cut himself off, unsure of how to continue. “Can I… ask you a question?”

Echo looked to Rex once more. “Shoot.” He put the drink down, pivoting his body to give his Captain his absolute attention, curiosity bleeding into his drunkenly laxed expression. Rex took a deep breath in through his nose, before letting it out loudly.

“Have you ever… been with a woman…?” He asked, mentally cringing at his own vague wording.

“What? Like romantically? Or… sexually?” Echo asked, confusion thick in his tone.

“Yeah.” Rex didn’t exactly know what he himself was referring to either. “Sure. Both.”

“I mean, I’ve shown interest in women before. And they’ve certainly shown interest in me as well.” Echo said nonchalantly. This surprised Rex.

“How did you know you liked them, more than as a friend?” Rex inquired deeply. If Echo noticed Rex’s desperation for an answer, he did not make it obvious other than extending his stares at the Captain before answering.

“It was a lot of things really.” Rex anticipated more words from his brother, but none ever came as Echo lifted his glass to his lips.

“Like?” Rex said, hoping that Echo would provide some wisdom, not caring as to how strange his questioning was sounding as much.

“Well…” Echo trailed off as he thought for a few seconds, placing his drink back down. “I wanted to be around them all the time. Even when I couldn’t be, I almost constantly thought about the next time I’d see them.”

Rex nodded.

“And I thought about them a lot, other than when I’d see them next I mean. They seemed to just… take over my thoughts.”

Interesting.

“And I found myself infatuated by them. Everything they did seemed to capture my attention in more ways than one.”

Echo took another moment to think as he took another sip of his drink. He then seemed nervous to continue, but he didn't leave Rex waiting for much longer.

“And, well… sometimes I’d get this certain feeling. One that I don’t really have a specific name for. I doubt anyone really does.”

Rex was very curious now. “Like… what?”

“Sometimes certain things would happen when I was with them, and… I’d get this feeling in my stomach. It’s pretty intense at times. You would think it’s unpleasant at first, but you’d want to feel it again. But it’s something that you can’t force.”

Hm.

“Certain things would happen? Like what?” Rex inquired. Echo seemed bothered by all the questions about this.

“I don’t know, Rex. Sexual things? I guess?” He shifted in his seat again. “You’re lucky I’m drunk. I doubt I’d share any of this sober.” Echo took a bigger swig of his drink. “Hopefully I don’t remember telling you this at all… Why are you asking me about this anyway?”

Rex had to come up with something fast. “Just curious, is all.” Echo raised an eyebrow, but said nothing in response to Rex’s excuse.

“So… did anything work out with anybody? I never even knew that you were involved with another person.” Rex asked, trying to gear the attention away from himself.

“Well, no. Nothing ever became serious.”

“Oh.” Rex felt bad for asking. “How come?”

“I’m a clone, and they obviously weren’t. It simply wasn’t meant to be, ya know? We’re not exactly supposed to be in relationships, and we don’t live that long… war or not. It just isn’t in the cards for us clones.”

Oh. Right.

“Right.” Rex looked at his drink again, sliding the tip of his finger around the rim of the glass awkwardly. Those words made him upset in a way he didn't expect.

Rex began to consider his brother’s words. The silence that persisted between the two soldiers didn’t bother Rex one bit, when it usually would have. Eventually, Echo decided to get himself another drink, claiming that he’d be right back. But, Rex saw him interacting with other troopers at the bar, laughing, roughhousing, and showed no indication that he’d be back soon. Rex was alone, but he had a lot of thinking to do.

Rex lifted his drink into his hand, twirling the shallow drink in his glass, threatening to set it overboard, but never letting it. He carefully considered what Echo had said to him about… feeling for other people, in his head again and again.

First Echo brought up always wanting to be with this other person. Rex had found that he wanted to be around you more than ever since the two of you became friends. But that can be explained in many different ways. He had made a new friend, of course it’s natural to want to spend time with them, even if he should be focusing more on his own responsibilities, right?

Then he brought up how he would always think about that other person. Rex supposed that you came up a lot in his mind. But like he had just thought, you just became friends. And you can’t use the force! You clearly need someone’s help, and he was willing to give it to you. It was natural that he would think about you so much, he had to, it was important to.

Echo also brought up an infatuation for the other person. Infatuation? Rex had obviously found some interest in you. But it couldn’t be for any reason other than a platonic one. Romance was not something Rex was interested in. He just had to be sure that he knew what he was feeling. That’s all.

And he didn’t even want to think about the ‘intense feeling’ Echo referenced. He remembered your scars that he saw earlier, how they were much worse than he had originally thought. Maybe the intense feeling was nausea? Maybe? Echo was absolutely talking about a different thing. He had to have been. He refused to look at you that way.

Then why did Rex feel such envy when he saw Fives and Jesse… enjoy themselves? An image of Cut Lawquane flashed through his mind, and more envy, but also confusion, ensued.

Maybe Rex was platonically lonely. That was the only rationalization his brain would accept. Maybe he just needed to loosen up around his brothers, allow himself to fit in more at outings such as this. He looked at his drink, but felt nothing compel him to even take a sip. That wasn’t what was wrong with Rex, but he let himself believe it nonetheless. He just hoped that you were doing alright by yourself, because he certainly wasn’t.

#star wars #captain rex #tcw #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #captain rex imagine #clone wars #captain rex x jedi!reader #ct7567 #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #captain rex x female reader

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tobi-smp · 3 years ago

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(inniter neg clarifier) 1/2 so i reread the original post (the one that sparked the discourse) n realized i fucked up and forgot the overall message of the post was inniters mischaracterization of c!tommy and reducing other characters, mainly SBI, to revolving around tommy and not having a role outside that. very very sorry about spreading misinformation. i was pretty tired, although i still should have reread the post first before explaining.

(inniter neg clarifier) 2/2 i highly recommend u read the original post by inniterneg (usually dslur-crossing w/o the censor) u can find it pretty easliy by searching "original post" on his blog. and also possibly read the anons sent to him, to get a full grasp on their overall issue with inniters. [End transcription]

Context: [Link]

once again, I appreciate the clarification but uh,

I’ve honestly debated whether I should answer this or not, or if I did whether I should censor the original username and not address the original post because there is absolutely nothing about it that is reasonable or worth talking about. but here’s the post [Link] and here’s an alternate link in case they change their url back [Link]

like anon, there is literally nothing worth while to take from this. op doesn’t like lore analysis and fanfic that comes from inniters so they took that and created an image of a guy in their head to get mad about. this is Literally nothing but “inniters make everything about their blorbo” but longer.

there are some things that are worth talking about that they mention in the post (even things that I’ve talked about before), but it’s not worth engaging with because they don’t have the nuance to start that conversation and they don’t care to, it’s all there to argue that inniters are the scourge of the fandom for having a guy they like that isn’t their guy.

for one Very Brief example, one of the things they called out was inniters getting upset with phil’s “advice” to tommy about not valuing people over objects. you can tell how I feel about that based on the scare quotes alone. here is an entire essay I wrote specifically disproving the idea that tommy has ever valued objects over people [Link] and here’s a post I wrote trying to put into perspective why phil saying he destroyed l’manberg as a “lesson” rubbed me the wrong way on an emotional level [Link]

there are other posts going into the specifics of why the advice wasn’t very good, but those were the essays that I made in response to the situation. it’s a conversation with a ton of nuance, but you wouldn’t know it from what op has to say about it. according to them, c!phil gave advice and it made tommy feel better so everybody should just sit down, shut up, and not think about it because it personally bothers Them to see it criticized.

once again: this is obviously, Obviously, targeted because they don’t like tommy. in the general sense, what they’re getting angry about is true across the board. techno mains are going to write meta and write fic that center techno and in turn they’re probably going to mischaracterize someone they’re less familiar with or present characters in a way that fans of that character don’t like because whatever they’re making exists in service of their favorite character. calling that an “inniter” thing is ridiculous.

“inniters mischaracterize my blorbo in their meta” yeah and I think people mischaracterize tommy when they write meta about him. that’s why I respond to them and write my own meta. wow it looks like we have the same opinion of each other but we’re separated by who it is we fixate on and care about. imagine that.

but really, to say that in a less sarcastic way, they’re angry Both about inniters mischaracterizing their faves in fan discussions and fan content And with inniters being spurred into writing said fan discussions and making said fan content because they feel like tommy is being mischaracterized. They’re allowed to be upset about it, but inniters are expected to lay down and take it because op is obviously the person that inniters should be catering to. it’s hypocritical, just like their blorbos.

the Only thing that can’t be described as them getting angry about something that’s true across the board is their apparent dislike for dark fiction. which wouldn’t be a problem on its own (it’s all about personal preference and keeping yourself safe innit), but tying it to Real morality and insisting that people who make it are being #problematic is. well it’s embarrassing.

dark sbi as a genre doesn’t exist as commentary on the characterization of the dream smp, dark sbi as a genre exists because there are people in the sbi fandom who like horror. and yes, I do mean The Sbi Fandom. I’m a frequent follower of that tag Because I Like Horror, and tommy is not always the victim of said horror. sometimes he’s a scary monster that does the Dark in the sbi like the others. I’ve seen dark sbi fic focused on phil, techno, wilbur, ranboo, tubbo, and even quackity (with the rest of the sbi acting as the source of horror).

of course, there’s different Kinds of dark sbi (less horror focused and more drama focused) but that’s besides the point.

a character with a story that involves heavy themes of horror attracted fans of horror so they made horror content. oh the humanity, won’t someone think of the children, somebody call the police and get these scum out of polite society

obviously this person doesn’t deserve harassment, nor do I actually want to engage with them in an argument. but I don’t know why anybody took this seriously. someone made an unpleasant rant that probably should’ve stayed in dms because they like seeing content that’s catered to them and dislike seeing content that isn’t. there’s nothing here that’s Worth considering, not in this context anyways

#discourse #fandom critical #this isn't less silly with context #it's just sadder

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rezzyromance · 3 years ago

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Maybe if you have the time could you do a part 2 to the heisenberg diary one? It's really cute :3

Absolutely! Ask and you shall receive!

(If you are looking for Part 1 you can find it here. Thanks.)

Part 2 Of Karl finding the readers diary

(CW: Sex) NSFW +18

Hey guys! So many of you requested for a part 2 and honestly it made my day. As someone who doesn't write smut often, I am definitely not well versed in all the different "types". That being said, I'm definitely not confident enough to tackle male on male sexual scenarios yet. I try to keep all of my stories gender neutral unless asked for differently, but I have no clue how to write gender neutral sex. With all that being said, the sex that happens in this story will present the reader as someone with female anatomy. I'm sorry if this isn't what some of you were looking for. I will be writing sexual stories in the future where the reader is male, but I'll need time. So sorry for the inconvenience and I hope this doesn't disappoint.- R

After you were sure Karl was far away from the door, you run to shut it, feeling ashamed of your secret being found out. You almost feel like you could cry out of embarrassment. You let out a sigh and begin to get dressed in the clothing he previously grabbed for you. Once you're dressed, you curl up on the bed and try to gather your thoughts and emotions. Obviously he wasn't upset about your feelings. So, does that mean he doesn't hate you or think of you any less? What does this mean for your future? Can you even look at him after this? You groan and shove your face into your pillow.

Meanwhile, he was in his workshop, grinning ear to ear. He wanted to keep teasing you, seeing how far he could push you, but at the same time he didn't want to genuinely make you uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to drive you away, especially now that he's starting to feel strange. Could he possibly be falling for you too? He ignores this thought and begins to work on a new project, a gift for you.

A few hours go by and you haven't left the bd. You hear a knock on the door and stay silent, still embarrassed about the whole situation. The door slowly opens and Karl peaks through. "Hey.. wanna talk?", he asks awkwardly. "No." "Good because I'm shit with words.", he opens the door completely and begins to walk towards you with a hand suspiciously behind his back. "Did you come in here just to fuck with me again?", you snap, sitting up and resting your back against the headboard. He smiles at your attitude and sits beside you on the bed. "Well, I'm very tempted to. But, I came here to give you this.", he moves the hand behind his back to the front, handing you a gift. It was a little metal figure of your favorite animal that he just made.

You take it into your hands and hold it, gazing upon every detail. Why would he make you something so nice? Especially after he learned how you felt? Could this be some type of confession on his part?

You hold the little metal animal close and and look up at him. He was staring at your face the whole time, analyzing your reaction. A smile slowly formed on your face and you move forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him. This caught him off guard and his mouth slightly gapes open. Positive physical contact was a foreign concept to him, but he loved it. He moves a hand and places it on your back. "Thank you so much, Karl. I love it." "No problem, Buttercup."

Your face grows so hot from the sudden new nickname that he can feel the heat radiating off of you. You pull away and he chuckles at your blushed face. "You're so easy to make flustered." he says. His words make you cross your arms and look away. "Oh shut up!", you hiss. His face doesn't change from its usual smug look. "Why don't you make me?", he hums. You snap your face towards his, shocked at his boldness. "I know you want to. In fact, I know you want a lot more than just that. You made it pretty clear in those pages. So tell me (Y/N), is it true? Do you really want me that badly?"

You feel as if you've stopped breathing. You're frozen in place, stuck in the middle of wanting to kiss him and wanting to slap him. Your silence only makes him smile bigger as he watches you grow more and more flustered. "You don't have to be shy. Though it's really cute that you are.", you watch as his gloved hand extends towards your face, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

He leans in closer, almost grazing your lips with his. His eyes are fixed on your red face, burning into your soul. "What do you want?", he hums. You can barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat. "I want you.", you finally whisper. "That's what I thought.", he grins and breaks the distance between the both of you by placing his lips to yours. You don't fight it and instead lean into it, intertwining your fingers in his hair eagerly. You feel him smile against your lips and his hand moves from your chin to your waist, causing you to flinch under his touch.

He pulls away but keeps his face close to yours. "I take it that you're not as pissed as I thought, right?", he snickers. "No I'm still pretty pissed at you." you say as you try to stifle a smile. "If that's the case then you must want me to just get up and leave you alone.", his body begins to shift away and you grip onto his coat. "Wow you're even more needy in real life than you are on paper." You tug on his coat harder, signaling for him to get closer.

He responds by taking his coat off completely and throwing it to the side. With his back now to the headboard and his legs outstretched in front of him, you crawl over to him and straddle his lap. You look at his face and begin to rub your thumb over the scar on his lip. The scar you had mentioned as your favorite. He goes to kiss your finger, but you move it away. "Aw come on. I won't bite. Even if you feel like I'm the predator to your prey.", he teases. "Shit, he really did read my diary huh.", you think to yourself. He could tell what you were thinking as your face grew more and more flushed. "Now don't get all embarrassed on me now. The fun's just getting started. After all, all you want is me, right?", he places his hands gently on your lower back, slowly lowering them towards your ass as he scans your face, making sure you're still okay. "You're quoting it like it's scripture.", you smile. "They might as well be. Good words to live by."

You smile and place your hands on his shoulders, leaning over to kiss him once again. While you were still nervous, you decided to let a little of your anxiety drift away as you grow more and more comfortable. You begin to unbuckle his pants and pull on his shirt, untucking it. He pulls away from you to help you out and completely removes his shirt, throwing it close to his coat. The kiss resumes as you fiddle with the button of his pants, finally unbottoning them.

Suddenly, he grips your waist and tosses you lightly to the side. He gets off of the bed and pulls you closer to him with your legs, causing you to squeal. An idiotic smile is plastered across his face as he unbottons your pants effortlessly. His fierce eyes had a glimmer in them that caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin. Soon, your pants are completely pulled off. He pulls your legs again, causing the lower half of your body to be dangling off the side of the bed. You wrap your legs around him and he leans down, placing messy kisses across your neck. Breathy moans leave your lips as you feel his bulge sit against your now barely clothed privates.

You look up at the sight in front of you. You could see each and every scar that laid on his skin in so much more detail than before. He watched your eyes wander around his body and felt his pride somehow grow stronger as you grew more and more flustered. With one hand, he begins to rub one of your thighs, with the other, he slides up inside your sweater and begins to fondle your breast. He made sure to show some extra attention to your nipple, using his rough and calloused fingers to play with it as you squirmed and whined. "Alright. Enough fucking around.", his hands leave your skin. All it took was a second for your body to miss his touch. Now, his hands were fondling with his pants, unbuttoning and removing them.

The sight you were met with was intimidating. You lifted your head up and swallowed anxiously. His bulge was so big you could almost see the details of his cock as it was pressed against the fabric of his boxers. The tip was peaking out from the waistline, leaking a few drops of precum. You clutch the sheets beneath you in anxious anticipation. He takes a few steps to go back to his previous position of entanglement with you. Even though he didn't have to take many steps, maybe 3 or 4 at most, he walked with a confident stride that both terrified you and brought a smile to your face.

"What's with the grin? You want me to fuck you that bad?", he moves his hands back under your sweater and begins to grope each of your breasts. You nod, too flustered and shy to verbally say yes. "Aw come on. That's all you got?", he leans forward slightly to place his hand on your throat, applying pressure to each side of your neck. "I want to hear you beg for it.", he begins to rub his bulge against your soaked panties. Your legs twitch slightly as you stumble on your words. "Pl-please...", you manage to say. "What do you want?", he squeezes harder, enough to cause your body to tense up but not enough to actually cause any harmful lack of airflow. "I want you.. to f-fuck me... please..", you say. "Good girl.", he lets go of your throat and begins to pull his boxers down to his knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel his tip graze your entrance. Suddenly, your breath hitches as your whole body is pulled towards him, causing you to take almost all of him in at once. You gasp and he looks at your face, making sure your pleasure was overpowering the pain. Once he knows for sure that you're okay, he pushes the rest of him in. With his dick now fully lubricated with your wetness, he grips your thighs and begins to pound into you.

You grip onto the sheets for dear life as you feel him stretch you. You can hear him grunting under his breath with each thrust. His movements were brutal. You felt like you could feel him in your stomach, intruding on your organs as they tied in knots. Without stopping, he leans down again to nip at the skin of your neck.

You whimper under his teeth, knowing he plans on leaving marks for you to discover later. "You like this? Is this what you fantasized?", he switches in between kissing and biting all over your neck. "Mhm", you whimper. His face moves lower, traveling to your breast. He begins to nibble at your sensitive nipple. You wrap your arms around him and respond with a loud moan as you dig your nails into his back. He winces, but enjoys the feeling.

He continues to restlessly pound into you. The air is filled with moans, whines, grunts, slurred swears, and the sound of your skin slapping against his. He moves his hand in-between your legs, placing his thumb against your clit. This simple action alone is enough to make your whole body jolt. He continues to rub it, watching and listening closely to figure out what works best on you. He sticks to whatever makes you scream the louds and grip onto him the hardest. Your body shakes beneath him as it is overstimulated with pleasure, close to reaching it's peak.

He abrupt stops and pulls out. Before you begin to complain, he makes his way onto the bed and sits up, wiggling his fingers breathlessly to signal for you. "Come here.", he says. Once you're in reaching distance, he grabs you by the arms and pulls you closer. You sit down on his cock, dying for more. You both moan, nearly harmonizing as you take in his girth. "Bounce on it. I know you want it.", he says. You do as he says and begin to bounce up and down, feeling your walls squeeze onto his hard, throbbing erection. "Aw fuck yeah.", he moans and lays his head back, closing his eyes tightly as you use him to fuck your brains out. He opens them again to look at your boobs. It's almost hypnotizing to him the way they bounce. "Aw fuck.. look at you.. so desperate to cum.", he says in-between deep, breathy moans. "Bouncing on my cock like a good little whore. Show me how much you want it.", he slaps your ass hard. You pick up the pace after gasping from his harsh hit, your ass cheek stinging from where his hand struck.

He leaned forward and began to bite on different parts of you boobs, leaving soon-to-be hickeys all over your chest. This makes your knees weak. Your legs shake as you struggle to continue to ride out your high. You could tell by the way that your insides burned and ached that you were so close to cumming, but you were even closer to running out of steam. He could see your struggles, so he decided to help out. He grips you harshly by the hips and begins to thrust upwards, slamming right into the spot you so desperately wanted to be touched. To be obliterated. You threw your head back, so filled with overwhelming passion that your moan came out completely silent. "Come on. Cum all over my dick. Just like you always wanted.", he says between gritted teeth. You tangle your fingers in his hair and begin to tug on his silver locks. While it does hurt, he loves it, and continues to pound into your sweetspot.

"F-fuck I'm gonna ...c- cu", you can't even finish your sentence before you gush beneath him. Your legs shake violently as he continues to pound into you. Soon, he cums aswell. He loosens his grip on your hips and you begin to rise off of his dick. You're so shaky that you can barely move, so he wraps one arm around your back and gently places a hand behind your head, laying your face down on his chest. "Just rest for a sec." , he says while panting. You nod and lay down as he says. You were both hot and sweaty, but your skin felt perfect against each other. After a few seconds of you both catching your breath, he raises your hips up, letting his dick fall out of you and onto him. He then lowers you back down and continues to hold you.

"So.. will you be adding a new chapter to that little book of yours tonight?", he chuckles. "...fuck off.", he smiles at your response and places a kiss on your head. "Will things... be different between us now that you know?", you ask, nervous about how he'll react. "Well.. I think they will. But if we get to do this more often then I don't mind." You then hold each other for what feels like forever. Melting into each other and your newly mutual feelings.

#re8 #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg headcanon #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenburg #karl heisenberg smut

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tarosin · 3 years ago

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the great adventures of y/n tubbo jack niki and wilbur - racing across the sea

requested: yes/no

part 8 of the great adventures series

warning: cursing, anxiety about the sea

ever since the argument you and tubbo had become inseparable, he practically lived with you and your parents at this point, and your community was loving it. everytime one of you would stream, tens of thousands of people would tune into your stream to see what madness was going on and today was no different. the pair of you decided to stream a laugh and the stream ends challenge. safe to say you ended up changing the rules several times, you even made ranboo join the stream so you could have extra lives. not long after the stream ended you, ranboo, and tubbo practically dominated the twitter trending page. today however was tubbos last day at yours and shortly after you ended stream, the pair of you headed out to the train station so you could make sure your best friend made it onto the train safely. after you said your goodbyes, you decided to facetime jack on your way home to discuss vlog ideas, and just to talk to him, as you had been rather busy this past week going over plans with ranboo, tubbo, and all of your parents about the uk trip that was happening pretty soon.

a few days later, it was finally time to go film the vlog. you couldn’t exactly lie, you weren’t exactly looking forward to this, as you were told it had something to do with the sea and boats which oddly enough didn’t mix very well with your fear of the deep sea. you had no idea what’s down there and you didn’t want to find out, but hey at least you’d be with tubbo.

your parents offered to drive you there so you didnt have any additional stress from having to get a train then a taxi, this allowed you to have a pretty quiet journey to meet up with your friends. you sat in the back of the car on facetime with tommy who was the only one who knew about your fear and was rather confused as the why you would agree to do such a thing

“i’ll never understand what goes through your mind, you’ve got this though! you’re going to be completely okay, plus you never know it might help you get over your fear, you did tell me you had been working on getting over it.”

“I suppose you’re right, it can’t be too bad. I mean I love the sea. I just don’t like what’s deep down, you feel me?”

“i understand mate, but you need to remember jack wouldn’t put you in danger. as much as he acts like he would, and even if you do fall off the boat or some how end up in the water, you won’t automatically end up at the bottom of the sea. just try to enjoy yourself, yeah?”

“...yeah”

“call me when you get home you can tell me all about what happened, afterwards we can record a minecraft mod video.”

“of course, boss man.”

“you hang out with tubbo too much, you should hang out with me a lot more.”

the car pulled into the car park and within a minute of the car stopping tubbo was at the window shouting your name.

“right tommy, i should probably go, ill see you later bud!”

you said goodbye to your parents as tubbo opened your car door for you.

“what a gentleman, thank you, tubbo.”

“anything for you, now let’s go. jack began filming the intro and i really want the hat hes wearing.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

he stood with his arms crossed shaking his head, pretending to be offended before walking off with you not far behind him.

you stood with niki and wilbur as tubbo went off filming some of the intro with jack. the three of you stood talking about how you have all been and discussing more plans for your meetup.

“y/n, go control your friend, he’s stealing a hat!”

you ran up behind tubbo and stole the hat from him, putting it on your own head.

“why have you got the hat now?”

“i am now captain!”

“but i wanted to be captain!”

you and tubbo stood arguing back and forth over who was captain, ignoring jack trying to get the pair of you to stop.

“you have 5 seconds to stop arguing or you’re being separated 5...4...3...2...1 right.”

“jack no!”

jack pulled you aside claiming he has something really important to ask you.

“so did you bring something valuable?”

“yeah i did actually, i brought tubbo and the necklace tommy gave me for my birthday last year.”

tubbo overhearing the conversation walked over telling you both that he also brought a valuable item, in fact it was a family heirloom.

“i brought an urn.”

“why would you do that tubbo? what the fuck-“

“you two do realise if either of you lose it had to go in the sea?”

“poor grandma.”

“aye about that you will have to pry that necklace out of my hands in order to throw it in the sea!”

the three of you went up to wilbur and niki where wilbur stole the hat you stole from tubbo, and you were told that you were all about to race to the isle of wight.

it was unfortunately time to board the boat, you sat next to tubbo, so that you felt like you had some sort of control with what was about to happen. the others sat making jokes about what was going on whilst you were trying to get control of your breathing. as you all set sail, you thought you were doing a good job of hiding the fact you were potentially about to have a panic attack as no one seemed to notice, or so you thought. considering the fact tubbo was your best friend, he instantly noticed something was wrong and wrapped an arm around you, and decided that distracting you would be a lot better than making you focus on what was currently happening.

“hey y/n, i have an amazing idea for when ranboos in the uk. a 4 month sleep over.”

“heh?”

before you had time to fully process what was going on, all you could hear was wilbur now claiming to be captain then going on to tell you why portsmouth is called portsmouth. you couldnt help but laugh at the random things he was coming up with since he put the captains hat on.

“that is a cinema..i’ve been in this industry for a while now, isn’t that right?”

it was silent for a while until niki tried to steal the captains hat, but was unfortunately unsuccessful .

“maybe next time niki.”

“thank you for believing in me, y/n.”

you pointed out a castle which ended up with wilbur talking about how the planned executions there .

“are they dead?”

“...tubbo of course they’re dead. what kind of question was that?”

the other boat began getting closer to the boat you were all currently in, indicating that it was almost time for you all to split up into two groups.

“my boat is going much faster.”

“that is a sign of pollution.”

“wow jack you’re polluting the world, i hope you’re happy!”

the ride was pretty chill until jack asked what he had lost in the past.

“past relationships.”

“the love or host.”

“laugh you lose streams.”

“the waterslide races from when we went to the water park.”

you and tubbo continued listening things that jack had lost.

“okay. so i’ve lost a few things.”

jack looked towards the other boat.

“however, you two are about to lose each other.”

“excuse you?”

“no, y/n is mine!”

eventually wilbur had enough and picked tubbo up and took him to the other boat with him.

“TUBBO!”

“Y/N!”

you and niki sat laughing as jack and wilbur bickered about who was going to win the boat race. whilst jack was distracted, you felt niki tap your arm and told you to look over to the other boat where tubbo was reaching his arm out to you so you could quickly swap boats.

you quickly got into the boat and sat next to your best friend, tubbo knew you were still slightly nervous, so made it so you would be sat in between him and wilbur so you would feel a lot more comfortable. a few minutes later, your boat began to set off and all you could hear was a mixture of tubbos laughter and jacks yelling getting quieter the further you went.

“AY THEY CANT START WITHOUT US!. AND THEY GOT Y/N, WHEN DID THEY GET THEM?!”

you turned to face wilbur who pointed towards a building before announcing that it definitely belonged to the the three of you, and was renaming it reddit gold.

“reddit..reddit gold, are you serious?” you said through your laughter, the three of you sat together taking turns narrating what was happening .

“go on, y/n.”

“if this capsizes, were all drowning.”

“cheerful as awful.”

“do you think sharks are beneath us?”

“i’m not even answering that question.”

you looked over your shoulder to see that niki and jack were catching up to you all.

“i hope they don’t overtake us, otherwise it’s bye bye tubbo.”

“and grandma.”

“excuse you, tubbo?”

“he’s claiming that he brought an urn with him and if we lose our valuable item gets chucked into the sea.”

a little while later jacks boat was next to yours and you and wilbur started to shout how it was like romeo and juliet.

“y/n, you studied this at gcse a while back, yell some quotes.”

“tubbo i didn’t listen to the teachers.”

“do it!”

“no!”

wilbur continued to talk to the others whilst you and tubbo sat bickering about William Shakespeare .

“tubbo my favourite character was benvolio and he fucked off halfway through.”

“what do you mean he fucked off?”

“he literally disappeared.”

wilbur was genuinely questioning what he was listening to he slowly turned around and tried to catch your attention; however you were currently in the middle of a debate about why benvolio disappeared, which was that last thing you expected to be doing on the boat. eventually your debate died down and you looked up to see wilbur shaking his head at you both, clearly confused as to why you spent 5 minutes arguing about romeo and juliet. an idea came to wilburs mind as he started laughing and pointing at the sea.

“drink some seawater, tubbo.”

you looked away as tubbo reached into the water trying to hold as much water as he could before bringing it to his lips and drinking the seawater.

“tubbo did you really just-“

“more tubbo!”

tubbo did the same as before, however this time brought his hands towards your face.

“drink it, y/n!”

“yeah, y/n, you can help desalinate it.”

“how wonderful, i’ll pass though.”

tubbo looked at you pretending to be upset and lifted his hands towards you again, this time you gave in and drank some of the water.

“thanks, tubbo, I can now only taste salt.”

jack noticed what you and tubbo were doing and looked at wilbur confused.

“im making them drink seawater!”

“what’s it like?”

“potassium!”

“salt.. a lot of salt!”

you checked your phone as you kept receiving multiple messages from tommy trying to get your attention, forgetting that you were currently on a boat with the others. you looked up from your phone to see tubbo drinking more seawater.

“AGAIN?”

you had no idea what was going on for jack and niki, but it sounded a lot like they lost hope as jack yelled asking if there was room for him on the boat while tubbo sat flipping him off in response to his question. jack continued to yell at the three of you however none of you could hear what he was yelling, so you kind of sat just nodding your head in agreement to what he was saying. wilbur pointed out that he could see the finishing line and how it looked like you were all going to make it. you looked over to see jack and niki recreating that one scene from titanic tubbo looked at you smiling, trying not to laugh.

“absolutely not one of us, if not both of us, would end up in the sea.”

the boat began to go significantly faster. at the start you were unsure how to feel, however a few minutes into it you began laughing enjoying how fast you were going.

“woahhh we’re turning!”

the boat did a loop before going straight on as fast as it could go.

“y/n, tubbo, we’re going. we’re going.”

“OH MY GOD!”

you ended up passing another boat you and tubbo instantly waved to everyone on the boat a few people waved back .

“they don’t wanna wave.”

“they know their boat is bigger than ours.”

“they could easily ram us and kill us all.”

“hopefully they decide against doing that.”

the boat began weaving resulting in you, tubbo, and wilbur constantly crashing into each other, not that any of you cared you were all having the time of your lives. you pointed at a boat which was cutting off the boat jack and niki were in .

“we’ve got this in the bag boys, victory is ours!”

your boat slowed down so it could dock.

“i think we’ve won!”

“we won”!

“holy shit we won! tubbo doesn’t have to go in the sea now!”

everyone got out of the boat so you could all wait for jack and niki to reach the dock, as the two of them approached you all tubbo began to sing.

“we are the champions my friend!”

“STOP IT!”

“i have to go into the fucking water!”

you pulled niki into a hug.

“jack you cruel man.”

“did you not have fun niki..we had a great time.”

you let go of niki and stood behind tubbo placing your head on his shoulder whilst jack explained to wilbur what was going to happen if they lost.

“oh, I thought we got to decide who was thrown into the water.”

“no no no no no no!”

“well i think considering we won..”

after a small discussion as a team, you all instantly agreed that jack should be thrown into the water, you all stood on the boat as niki argued that he cant throw her into the water. a couple seconds later wilbur walks towards jack handing him the camera before picking him up.

“are you ready?”

“i don’t think the bits that funny will, i don’t think the bits that funny!”

you all screamed and laughed as jack was thrown into the water. jack complained about the temperature of the sea as he climbed back onto the boat only to be pushed off again by you and tubbo.

“that’s revenge for trying to put us on separate boats!”

you spent the rest of the day together just hanging together as a group before you said your goodbyes.

the ride back home was you excitedly explaining what your boat ride was like to your parents, once you got home you ran upstairs to your room then called tommy on discord

“how was it then?”

“tommy it was so cool, honestly i wish you could have come with us.”

“i mean you’re coming with me george and wilbur to a water course next week, you don’t have a choice.”

“oh okay, it’s a good job i’d love to be there then, tom, also what mod are we playing just so i can check i have it ready.”

“rlcraft.”

the two of you spent a good hour talking before getting ready to film a video with charlie and jschlatt for tommys youtube channel.

taglist:

@l0ver0fj0y @etheriaaly @xx-smiley-xx @hawarun @kylobensgirl @cawcaw-pretty-thing @reverse-iak @c1loudee

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clawsout83 · 3 years ago

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MariChat incorrect quotes compilation

So I found this incorrect quote generator and had too much fun with it. I own nothing about it. I’m just posting this for the lols and to give you a smile. MariChat has the best chaotic energy potential.

Marinette: Why are you drinking? Chat Noir: I drink when I'm depressed. Marinette: But you're always drinking? Chat Noir: *smug grin*

Marinette: *running towards Chat Noir with open arms* Chat Noir: *moves out of the way* Marinette: Hey, why'd you move?! Chat Noir: I thought you were going to attack me. Marinette: I was going to hug you! Chat Noir: Why would you hug me? Marinette: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Chat Noir: So you like cats? Marinette: Yeah. Chat Noir: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Marinette: Where did you get that tomato soup? Chat Noir: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved. (aka my headcanon about Adrien’s cooking skills)

Chat Noir: Do you want some tea? Marinette: What are the options? Chat Noir: Yes or no.

Chat Noir: *coughs blood* Marinette: Don't die, Chat Noir! Chat Noir: Don't tell me what to do!

Chat Noir: Tomorrow's garbage day. Marinette: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

Marinette: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house. Chat Noir: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

Marinette: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Chat Noir: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Marinette: That's not what I asked. Chat Noir: That is all the information I have.

Chat Noir: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Marinette: Your life? Chat Noir: I- well yes, but-

Marinette: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Chat Noir: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus. Marinette: Stop.

Marinette: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff. Chat Noir: Oh, that was all real. Marinette: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?! Chat Noir: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.

Chat Noir: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Marinette: What did you do?! Chat Noir: NOBODY DIED! Marinette: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Chat Noir: *is visibly upset* Marinette: Chat Noir, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Marinette: Chat Noir, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? Chat Noir: Raise the dead. Marinette: And what did you do? Chat Noir: Raise the dead.

Chat Noir, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed? Marinette: *half asleep* Chat Noir, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to herself* the Queen.

Chat Noir: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking. Marinette, patting him on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Chat Noir: *on the phone* Hey Marinette, do you know my blood type? Marinette: Of course, it's B-. Chat Noir: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

Chat Noir: I know one person who finds me funny! Marinette: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself! Chat Noir: Okay then I'm out.

Chat Noir: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Marinette: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Chat Noir: Marinette, I screwed up, big time. Marinette: Chat Noir, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

Chat Noir: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Marinette: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY F-ING HOUSE!!!

Marinette: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game... Chat Noir, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Marinette: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Marinette: Isn’t a bit dangerous? Chat Noir: Marinette, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. Marinette: ... Chat Noir: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. Marinette: ... Chat Noir: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.

Marinette: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism. Chat Noir: How so? Marinette: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

Chat Noir: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen? Marinette: Neither. Because it’s twelve.

Marinette: What? I’m not aggressive! Chat Noir: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips? Marinette: Survival of the fittest, b-tch

Chat Noir: Are you this rude to everyone? Marinette: Yup. Don’t think you’re special.

#clawstrash #ml incorrect quotes #marichat #source: perchance generator

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romanianwilkinson · 4 years ago

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MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

“ And lastly, super-horny-type players no longer get a charm buff against tsundere types! ”

“ War machines don’t turn me on or anything! ”

“ I don’t wanna be weird, but do you mind if I climb inside of you and play around with your main turret? ”

“ A wine to DIE for, you say? Well, darling, don’t threaten me with a good time! ”

“ This one just says ‘ hmu with that reaper dick, daddy ’. ”

“ You on your phone, as always! Probably making blogposts on your Tik Tok page. ”

“ Yeah, you really don’t want to witness a repeat of the last time [NAME]’s diehard fans went without a selfie for fifteen minutes. My tailbone still hasn’t completely healed. ”

“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

“ Yay! You found a shenanigan! ”

“ My poems all have two or three emotions in them, AT LEAST. ”

“ CRYING IS OBVIOUSLY A COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN SQUEEZE THE MOST WATER OUT OF THEIR EYES! ”

“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

“ And as you know, I am illustriously Internet-famous, so if you could shower me with adoration and give me the pizza that would be fabulous. ”

“ Do you wanna fuck the pizza or not? ”

“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

“ What if she puts a curse on me that makes me magically forget the location of the clitoris?! ”

“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

“ Oh gods, I’ve killed so many monsters, just for being monsters. This is making me question my entire moral foundation. I NEED MORE THERAPY. ”

“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

“ You’re not tricking me into parenting a stupid egg. I’ve never fucked even ONE chicken! The egg is not my son! ”

“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ”

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

#rp starters #rp sentence starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #rp meme #ask meme #rp ask meme #monster prom #monster camp #monster prom rp #monster prom roleplay #monster camp rp #monster camp roleplay #mine

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allnewalldifferentwildspider · 4 years ago

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Zuko & Katara's Relationship Dynamic

This is like the third or fourth time I've tried to write up this post so please bare with me.

Oh wow. That video. Hopefully everyone has seen it now. Not only did it articulate arguments I've been making for years, but it also brought up ideas I had never thought of or noticed before. Watching that and watching the second half of Book 3 again (because it's my favorite) made me want to redo my zutara dynamic post.

I'm going to be using the tiny bits and pieces the show gave us to see how Zuko and Katara's relationship looks and how it would look if they gave us more because...Bryke really fucking hated zutara. I mean, I guess they did.

Katara is compassionate; Zuko is empathetic

A lot of anti-zutara arguments have said that Zuko and Katara could never be together because they would constantly fight and hate each other and it end sooner than later. Not only does this actually describe maiko, but that argument would need to ignore the characters' actual character.

One of Katara's biggest character traits is how compassionate she is. She has a drive to help others and ease their pain. Whether it's getting Aang out of the iceberg or healing a Fire Nation fishing village, Katara will go out of her way to help someone in need.

Katara: No. I will never ever turn my back on people who need me.

Zuko is very emotional and passionate person. As much as he tried to hide it to appease his father, Zuko does want to open up and connect with people. Unfortunately, aside from his uncle, most of the other people he knows are like Zhao and Azula. Not the most understanding of crowds. But because of this he can pick up what people are really thinking and feeling. Think of it as a defense mechanism he developed growing up around people like Azula.

Get these two kinds of people together and you get the crystal catacombs scene. Katara lashes out at Zuko until she breaks down. When she does Zuko opens up with empathy since they have something in common. This creates the beginning of an understanding between the two. Zuko uses that to finally open up to someone who isn't his uncle and Katara listens and reaches out to help. Contrast to the first episode of Book 3 when Zuko tries to voice his thoughts and concerns to Mai and she...doesn't really care.

Something similar happens during The Southern Raiders. Zuko figures out that Katara is taking out her anger of being separated from her father by The Fire Nation onto him and even connecting her mother's death to him.

It's not the first time Zuko has done this either. He easily figured out that Sokka was planning on going to The Boiling Rock. He does it again during Sozin's Comet when he tells Katara that Aang needs to figure out what to do about Ozai by himself.

There's a noticeable pattern of behavior by the time Sozin's Comet arrives. Zuko voices his concerns about meeting his uncle again and Katara is right there to help him through it.

Zuko's empathy combined with Katara's compassion creates almost a cycle of understanding and emotional vulnerability that the two can't really get with anyone else. One notices the other having concerns or problems and goes to give comfort by words or by actions.

Zuko still has a temper but so does Katara

Even after Zuko's fever dream character change thing, even after The Day of Black Sun, he still has it in him to yell at anyone who commits even the slightest transgressions against him:

Aang: That one felt kinda hot. Zuko: Don't patronize me. You know what it's supposed to look like. Aang: Sorry, sifu hotman. Zuko: And stop calling me that!

Sokka: So all we have to do is make Zuko angry. Easy enough. *pokes him with his sword* *annoying laugh* Zuko: All right! Cut it out!

Maybe it's the firebender in him or maybe he really is just like that. Basically if you annoy him, he'll let you know. What people sometimes overlook is that while it takes Katara a bit longer, she also gets worked up when people upset her.

Toph: What's the matter? Can't handle some dirt, Madame Fussy Britches? Katara: Oh, sorry, did I splash you, mud slug?

And remember, it was Katara getting angry at Sokka that even broke the iceberg that revealed Aang.

Katara: Ugh, I'm embarrassed to be related to you! Ever since Mom died I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier! Sokka: Uh... Katara? Katara: I even wash all the clothes! Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, NOT PLEASANT! Sokka: Katara! Settle down! Katara: No, that's it. I'm done helping you. From now on, you're on your own!

The point is that it is both Zuko and Katara that are very passionate and emotional people. One of them isn't emotionally dominating the other because they both wear their emotions on their sleeves.

This also comes in to play when they set goals for themselves. When Zuko sets a goal, he puts everything into it. Katara is the same way. The difference is that Zuko's drive sometimes gives him a one-track mind while Katara is more flexible. Like for example Zuko being so focused on finding Aang before Sozin's Comet that he ignores Toph's story about her childhood versus Katara wanting to go to the North Pole but taking time to stop and help whoever they come across.

This passion also fuels their values and how strongly they stand by their beliefs. I already put The Painted Lady quote up above but Zuko's morality is what is making him so angry at himself during The Beach. He knows what he did was wrong, but he couldn't face it yet.

Sometimes their emotions get the better of them, but it's only because they are passionate about what they're doing.

Their natural teamwork is amazing

I can't provide a lot of clues in this bit because it's more of a visual thing. Just consider how flawlessly their plans worked during their attack on The Southern Raiders. Especially when you consider that it was a stealth mission so they barely even said anything to each other during and it still went incredibly well.

You could see it again during their mock battle with The Melon Lord. Sokka must have noticed because he paired them together to deliver some "liquidy-hot offence." And they pulled it off, again, without having to say anything.

They've only been a team for a few weeks(?), days(?) but they act as if they've been doing it for years.

They trust each other's judgment

Piggybacking of the previous point, Zuko and Katara have only been a team for a while but there seems to be a level of understanding in terms of judgement. They both know that whatever the other chooses is going to be a well-thought out decision. Maybe it's because they see each other as the mature members of the group even though Sokka is the same age as Zuko? I don't know.

Aang disappears right before they embark on their fight against the Fire Lord, and out of nowhere, Katara puts Zuko in charge.

Zuko: Get out of the bison's mouth, Sokka. We have a real problem here. Aang is nowhere to be found and the comet is only two days away. Katara: What should we do Zuko? Zuko: I don't know. Why are you all looking at me? Katara: Well, you are kind of the expert on tracking Aang.

and that wasn't the first time in that episode that she went along with one of Zuko's decisions

Katara: Aang, don't walk away from this. *She begins to walk towards him as a hand touches her shoulder to stop her from doing so.* Zuko: Let him go. He needs time to sort it out by himself.

As a lot of people have pointed out during the entirety of The Southern Raiders, Zuko never gives a suggestion on what he thinks Katara should do. Aside from making it a stealth mission, he follows her lead the entire way.

Katara teases Zuko (and he lets her)

The fun one. This one has two parts: pre and post The Southern Raiders.

Before The Southern Raiders, Katara was tolerating Zuko. She was still angry with him about the betrayal at Ba Sing Se. Getting little jabs at him was the only thing that was really helping her from loosing her cool around him.

Katara: I'm sorry. I'm just laughing at the irony. You know... how it would have been nice for us if you lost your firebending a long time ago? Zuko: Well it's not lost. It's just weaker for some reason. Katara: Maybe you're just not as good as you think you are. Toph: Ouch.

He just finished yelling at Aang and Sokka but all he does is glare at Katara. She does it again, but to be fair, he kind of set himself up for it.

Zuko: It's a sacred form that happens to be thousands of years old! Katara: Oh yeah? What's your little form called? Zuko: ...The Dancing Dragon.

Then comes post The Southern Raiders and...yeah, she's still picking on him and he still lets her. Granted it's a lot more playful this time around.

Zuko: They make me totally stiff and humorless. Katara: Actually, I think that actor's pretty spot on. Zuko: How could you say that? Actor Uncle: Let's forget about the Avatar and get massages. Actor Zuko: How could you say that?! (Cut back to Katara wearing a satisfied grin on her face and she looks to an expressionless Zuko as he slouches in his seat.)

I love pointing it out every time. She teases him and he does nothing about it.

Katara: Er, no. I was looking for cooking pots in the attic and I found this. Look at baby Zuko! Isn't he cute? Oh lighten up, I was just teasing.

And she admits it!

So what can we take away from this? From what little time they were given together (thanks, Bryke) it seems that Zuko and Katara really understand each other on an intimate emotional level. They can sense when the other is distressed and offer comfort. They're both passionate in and out of combat, for better or for worse. They're comfortable with each other as if they've known each other for years even though it's such a short time. Katara also likes to add a little bit of playfulness in there with Zuko letting her have her fun, again, showing how comfortable they are with each other.

I do think their relationship could have gone to romantic sooner than later if you would have given it a bit more time. Like first half of a hypothetical Book 4.

To me, at least.

#zutara #zuko #katara #anti kataang #anti bryke

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petersasteria · 4 years ago

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drivers license - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom x Singer!Reader Requested? Nah 3,561 words

I was going to write this when the song came out, but as you observed, i wasn't writing bc i wasn't happy anymore. but here it is. enjoy.

Tom || Main || Taglist

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“I want you to meet my friend. She’s super nice and stuff. Maybe she could sing the soundtrack of one of my short films!” Harry said happily. “Anyway, she’s an amazing singer and she’s inviting me to the recording studio tomorrow. Want to come?”

Harry looked at Tom and waited for his response. The eldest Holland brother opened his mouth to say something, but Sam entered the room and interrupted. “Y/N’s my friend first, you know. I introduced her to YOU.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Besides, I suggested for her to invite you guys. Thank me later.”

“Thank you.” Harry mocked. “So, will you come with me-”

“Us.” Sam corrected. “Will you come with US tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll come so both of you can shut up.” Tom laughed before scrolling through his phone again.

Tomorrow came and the three Hollands went to the recording studio where you were currently at. When they got there, you were in the booth recording your song which will be on your first EP. You were just starting in the music industry and you were still testing the waters and finding your sound.

The three men sat down on the couch and listened to you. It was safe to say that Tom immediately fell in love with your voice and he made a mental note to compliment your voice for when you’re done recording. After recording two songs, you were finally taking your break. As soon as you stepped out of the recording booth, Sam ran up to you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

“I missed you! You sounded amazing!” Sam said giddily. He was really happy and really proud of you.

“Thank you!” You said gratefully with a huge smile on your face. Sam was your first ever friend and he was your first audience. Needless to say, his opinions matter to you the most. He was more supportive than your family will ever be.

“I can’t believe my Christine will be doing great things on her own now.” Sam pouted. He called you ‘Christine’ and you earned that nickname because of Phantom of the Opera. You were his Christine and he was your Phantom. It was perfect.

“But I’ll always stay the same, Sam.” You said in pure honesty. You looked over his shoulder and saw two of his brothers.

“Hi, Harry!” You waved, recognizing his curly hair despite only meeting him five times. Harry waved back and that left Tom. He stood up and walked towards you and Sam to formally introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Tom; Sam’s older brother.” He smiled sweetly. He offered his hand for you to shake and you gladly took it and gave it a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You smiled before letting go of his hand.

“Your voice is just wow! You have a gift.” Tom complimented which made you shy. “Thank you.” You said sheepishly.

Sam cleared his throat, “So, lunch?”

The four of you had lunch at a small chicken wing restaurant. It was cheap, hidden, and there were only five other customers which was great. You talked about so many things and eventually, Tom asked about your friendship with Sam.

“Wait, how did you and Sam meet?” Tom asked, taking a bite of his chicken wing. You took a sip of your drink and swallowed your food before answering.

“I was homeschooled my whole life and when I told my mum that I wanted to enroll in a random course just to know what it feels like to have classmates, she enrolled me in a culinary course. Let’s just say that I’m surprised that I passed!” You and Sam laughed as you thought about the shit both of you did.

“We sat next to each other and we were cooking partners. She was so awkward!” Sam laughed, wiping a tear that escaped from his eye. “But I’m glad she was put in the seat next to me because if not, I wouldn’t have gotten to know her. I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Same.” You nodded in agreement. “Sam’s my best friend in the whole world and I honestly wouldn’t know what to do without him. He’s my rock.”

Sam turned his head to look at you and smiled, “Same.”

“Ugh, just date already!” Harry said with his mouth full. He even rolled his eyes in the process.

“Ugh, just swallow already!” Sam mocked.

“That’s what she said.” You giggled. The table erupted with laughter and you were happy that you got to meet new people, thanks to Sam.

“I meant his food!” Sam breathed.

“It sounded wrong, though.” Tom chuckled.

“Very.” Harry said with a playful look on his face.

After lunch, Sam told you that they had to go home already. You were visibly upset because you haven’t seen your best friend in such a long time and you had so much fun with his brothers. It’s true what they say; time flies by when you’re having fun.

“I’ll call you tonight.” You told Sam. He nodded and said, “I shall wait for your call, then.” You hugged him and hugged Harry right after.

“It was nice seeing you again, Y/N!” Harry exclaimed before pulling away from the hug. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, already excited for your next meeting. You turned to hug Tom and not only did he hug you, but he also kissed your cheek which surprised you, Sam and Harry.

“I’d love to hang out with you again.” Tom said after hugging you. “But without these two divs.” He added earning a slap on the arm from each boy.

You quickly glanced at Sam and he just nodded for you to go. With that go signal, you turned to Tom and said, “Okay! I’ll give you my number and just text me later.”

Tom ended up texting you that night and he asked you out on a date. One date turned into two and two dates turned into three until both of you went on so many dates now. Despite the four year age gap, you two seemed to click. You didn’t have a label yet, though.

It all changed one night.

It was midnight and Tom decided that it’ll be fun to go on a spontaneous road trip. He picked you up and now you were on the road going God knows where. It was random, but it was really fun. Your parents were out of town, so you were confident in going with Tom on his road trip.

Both of your windows were down and you put your hand out to feel the wind. It was a great feeling. Tom was looking at you from time to time and he was smiling to himself. He stopped at a red light and you brought your hand back in again despite the fact that there were no cars around.

“I have a question.” Tom said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked before driving again as the light turned green. You were surprised with his question and even more so when he started driving again.

Tom looked at you and saw your shocked face before turning to look at the road again. “I mean, you don’t have to answer now. Like, take your time. I just asked because I really li-”

“Yes.” You finally answered after being silent. He stepped on the brakes in shock and said, “What?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You grinned. He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief, “Wow. The most amazing girl in the world is finally my girlfriend. It’s a great day already.”

That day was the start of a new chapter for both of you. Sam and Harry knew it would happen eventually. Harry was really happy, but Sam felt as though he was in between something; he was torn in between something. Little did he know, his hunch was right and he’ll soon find out why.

Tom was a great boyfriend. He made sure to think about your feelings before doing or saying anything, he made sure to include you on things because he knew you didn’t want to feel left out, he made sure to give you space when you would write songs, he picks you up all the time because you don’t know how to drive yet, but he didn’t mind; he loved it. Tom always told you that he loved you, he would send you memes that he knew would make your day, he tells you cheesy pick up lines and he would tell you jokes that catered to your humor which you greatly appreciated. In your eyes, he was perfect; he was your home.

For you, Tom was the one. He was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and he told you the same thing. He said that when the time was right, he would propose and both of you would get married and he would give you the family you always wanted because your family didn’t really care about you and he hated that. You deserved the world and he promised you that both of you would have a family that’s so much different than yours.

Speaking of family, the Hollands loved you. They became your family. You and Nikki would have tea together and just gossip about things. You and Dom would joke around and Paddy would always challenge you in football. Harry just loved your presence and it came to a point where you would be his model whenever he wanted to take pictures. Tom would always whine and ask why Harry never asked him and Harry would say, “You’re the least interesting to look at.”

“Excuse me, what?!” Tom replied, pretending to be hurt. He knew Harry was just joking and quoting Kim Kardashian. “I’m the most handsome guy here.”

“Okay, Shrek.” Harry shrugged and continued taking your pictures.

Regardless of the sinking feeling that he felt, Sam was still happy that you found happiness in dating his brother. He did give you a go signal, after all.

Of course, all good things come to an end. In this case, your end came after dating for two years.

Tom was away filming for yet another movie and something in your gut told you that something was extremely wrong. You weren’t the jealous type, but every time you would FaceTime Tom, everything was off. The vibe was different and you didn’t like it.

The bad feelings you have solidified when it was revealed that Tom was starring in a film with a blonde girl who was the same age as him and she was gorgeous. You always felt that Tom might leave you for her and when you told Tom that, he assured you that nothing was going on and that you were crazy for even thinking about it.

It got to a point where both of you would always argue because of it. It got to a point where both of you avoided each other for a few days until Tom got back. He was outside your house and he texted for you to come and meet him by his car. You did and you didn’t know what to say. It was your first relationship after all.

Tom looked at you with his hands in his pockets, “I don’t think we should go on anymore.”

“What?” You asked, confused.

“We’re done, Y/N. It’s just not working anymore.” Tom explained. “You don’t trust me and we’re always fighting.”

“Wait, we’re not going to talk about this?” You asked him. He just shook his head. “So you’re willing to throw two years down the drain?”

“It’s just two years, Y/N. Get a grip, it’s not a divorce.” Tom huffed. “I have to go.” With that, he got in his car and drove away, leaving you standing there confused and hurt and feeling different kinds of emotions.

You figured that everything was just a nightmare and that when you wake up the next day, everything’s fine. Of course, you were wrong. When you woke up the next day, Tom blocked your number and on social media and it broke your heart. Then when you went on Twitter, Tom Holland was trending because apparently, he’s dating the blonde girl he told you not to worry about. You were still in denial, but when you called Sam, he just told you not to bother his brother.

“It’s true, isn’t it? He left me for her.” You said with a hoarse voice. Sam was silent on the other line. You could only hear his breathing. “Hello?” You called out.

“Y/N, I have to go.” Sam said softly.

You bitterly chuckled, “I lost him and now, I lost you. This is fun.”

“It’s not like that. I just don’t want to get in the middle of-”

“It’s okay, I get it. He’s your brother. Don’t be sorry or anything. Thanks for the years of friendship, Sam. I’ll forever treasure it. Thank you, truly.” You said before hanging up, not waiting for him to respond. Unbeknownst to you, Sam was extremely hurt for being part of the reason why you’re hurting. He removed the phone from his ear and looked at it. Tom cleared his throat causing Sam to look at him.

“Was that Y/N?” Tom asked. Sam nodded. “What did she say? What did you tell her?” Tom asked again.

“I told her not to bother you and just like that, our friendship is over. So, I hope you’re happy.” Sam frowned as tears clouded his vision.

Tom scoffed, “You don’t need her. You have so many friends. Plus, you have me. Anyway, get dressed. We’re going to the pub.” Tom left Sam’s room. Sam sighed and wiped his tears. He felt terrible.

As for you, in the span of twenty-four hours, you lost your best friend and the man you loved most in the whole world.

You’re currently crying tears of joy because your new song played on the radio and it’s your first time hearing it. Your whole team was really proud of you and they were your new friends and family now. Ever since your break up with Tom, they were there for you. They helped you get back on your feet until you were ready to write another song.

The said song is now playing on the radio and is being streamed by millions.

“Congrats, Y/N!” Your manager, Anya, said. “We’re all so proud of you!”

“Thank you.” You sniffed and wiped your tears.

Your song received good reviews and it’s included in Billboard’s Top 100. Every talk show host wanted you on their show for you to perform your hit single. Everyone wanted to talk to you about the song. Anya made it all happen. You were booked left and right and all the blessings were just coming in. You were extremely happy.

On the other hand, Tom knew the song was about him and it annoyed him because everywhere he went, your song was playing. Even Sam plays it a lot. It was clear that Sam missed you, but he made his bed and he has to lay in it.

“Guess what.” Harry said.

“What?” Tom asked.

“Y/N’s nominated for an award and she’s going to the award show you’re going to.” Harry announced which made Tom groan. “Also, people somehow figured out that the song is about you and now they’re assuming things and they want to know the story, especially your side.” Harry added.

“Easy.” Sam piped up. “Just tell them you left her for another girl and you dated the said girl right after you broke up with Y/N.”

“Shut up, Sam.” Tom hissed. Sam looked at Tom with a blank expression and said, “You don’t have the right to be angry after what you did to her.”

“Why are you defending her now? Why not a few months ago when it was still fresh?” Tom retorted.

“Because I didn’t want to get in the middle of your mess and I still care about her. Unlike you, I can’t just throw years of friendship away.” Sam said before leaving the living room.

“Yikes.” Harry said after Sam left. “Anyway, you have to act like it doesn’t bother you, so it’s not an issue.”

The day of the awards show finally came and you were nervous. It was your first time performing for an extremely huge audience and it made you anxious. The red carpet was all a blur and at one point you saw Sam and both of you made eye contact. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and he did the same. What he did still hurts you, but you wanted to let go of that part of your life now.

When it was your time to perform, your phone buzzed and a notification from a number appeared. You have deleted Sam’s contact number, but you memorized his number in case of emergencies.

“Good luck on your performance, my Christine. I’m proud of you.” He wrote.

You smiled a bit before locking your phone and giving it to your manager. Somehow, it was comforting to know that Sam still had your number and that he was still supporting you despite what happened. You walked on stage and began singing your heart out. The crowd loved it and it made you happy.

“She’s so good!” Sam exclaimed as he clapped for you.

“Please, she sounds like the other artists here. She’s not special.” Tom said as he plastered a fake smile on his face. Harry scoffed and said, “Yeah, right. You fell in love with her voice the first time you met her. Don’t lie.”

Tom never responded to that and kept his mouth shut.

An hour later, the category you were nominated for was up and it made you nervous. You believed you weren’t going to win because the other nominees were well known singers. But for some miracle, you won and the camera panned to Tom to see his reaction.

He wore a fake smile as he clapped. It was awkward. It was even more awkward when you walked past him and Sam stood up to grab your hand to say a quick ‘congrats’ which you thanked him for before walking to the stage to accept your first award ever.

“Wow, I can’t believe this. I want to thank my whole team for being so supportive and patient with me!” You smiled as you accepted the award. “Thank you to the amazing fans for their undying love and support. I wouldn’t have done it without you guys.”

“Lastly, I want to thank the guy who inspired the song.” You said as the camera panned to Tom again. “You know who you are and without you, there would be no songs or albums or EPs. You were the soundtrack of my love life and I’m beginning to accept that you’re not that person anymore. Thank you for everything and I hope that with this song, I can finally let go and start fresh.”

“Thank you again!” You said before leaving the stage. The people clapped for you except for Tom who just sat there with an expression no one could read.

You never interacted with Tom or his family the whole night and somehow, you were grateful for that. You never got a text from Sam anymore, but you did get a text from Tom’s new number a few days later asking for you two to meet in the place where you went on the spontaneous road trip to God knows where.

You drove up there with your new car and when you arrived, Tom was already there waiting for you. You parked and got out of the car before walking towards him.

“Hello.” You said, breaking the silence.

“Hi.” He said. “I figured we need to talk for closure.”

“Ahh. Yes, please.” You nodded.

“I don’t know where to start.” Tom admitted.

“Maybe start with the reason why you just left me.” You said bluntly.

“I just didn’t feel the spark anymore, okay? I grew feelings for someone else and I wanted to do it right without cheating, so I broke up with you and-”

“And got together with her the next day.” You finished for him. “Amazing, Tom. Really.” He didn’t say anything else anymore and you nodded and took this as your cue to leave. But before that you called out to him. He turned to look at you and you said, “Just know that I never lacked in our relationship. I’m just sorry that I actually believed that you were the one for me and I’m sorry that I believed what you said. I wish you all the best, Thomas. I do. You’re a great actor and I know your own blessings are still coming in.”

“Thank you.” He said. “You’re a great singer.”

You gave him a small smile and got in your car and drove away. The drive back hits differently because you remembered laughing with Tom as if the road trip happened yesterday, but it didn’t. You shook off the thoughts with a chuckle and just kept driving. You were finally letting go to start a new chapter in your life.

* * * *

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