#bcuz my friends were SUPPOSED to come over for movies

[tfshouldidohere]

hyonk hyonk

[shipskicksandgiggles]

Can I have dialogue prompt 30. I want Peter to say it idk to who maybe Harley but like I just want it to be peter who says it lmfao

I sent this as a text at some point during election week because I managed to blow off 5 different people at once bcuz I had a nervous breakdown one night and thank GOD one of my friends told me they were having a coloring event at the building across the street. still managed to ignore the entire rest of the world tho

ao3 link here

30. “Sorry I got stressed so I went to a different building to color.”

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Huh?” Peter looked up.

Harley tackled his boyfriend the second he walked into their shared dorm. “Where. Have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

“Oh, sorry, I got stressed so I went to a different building to color.”

“You could have texted me!”

Peter sighed. “I turned off my phone. Didn’t want to talk to anyone, and it was the best way to avoid my Twitter notifications.”

Harley started pacing. “You still could have told me before! Relationships are supposed to be about communication, Peter.”

He closed his eyes. “Harley, honey, you know I love you. You also know that sometimes I need to be completely alone. I’m here now. Isn’t that enough?”

“I guess,” Harley sighed. “You’re okay?”

“Better.”

“Good.” He paused. “Do you need to talk about it?”

“Probably.”

“Do you want to?”

Peter shook his head.

“That’s okay too. Want to wash up and watch a movie while we cuddle?”

Peter nodded and grabbed his pajamas before heading into the bathroom.

He came back out in sweatpants, hair still slightly damp. Harley met him half way with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn. Netflix was already open on his laptop, and once they were in bed, he selected a movie for them to watch.

“Is Hugo okay?”

“Yeah. I love that one.”

“I know sweetheart. Now be quiet, I want to cuddle you.”

~~~

Halfway through the movie, Peter reached up and paused it.

“Everything okay?” Harley asked.

“Yeah,” he answered. “I think I can talk about it now.”

Harley nodded, and adjusted so that Peter could sit up and face him.

“I don’t think there was one thing that made me freak out, but today… wasn’t good.” He paused and took a deep breath.

“I woke up antsy, and social media is giving me a massive headache right now, plus Tony’s been on my ass about writing that speech about training to take over R&D. Then I completely forgot about my History of Technology exam, so I’m 80% sure I bombed it. My grade in that class will be fine I think, but I’m still pissed I forgot. After that I wandered around for a little bit because I didn’t want to come home and bring that mess to you, but I remembered that the Health Center has coloring books, so I shut off my phone and went and colored. I should have texted you first. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too baby,” Harley said, pulling him in for a hug. “I overreacted when I didn’t know where you were. I know you can take care of yourself, and I’m glad that you did what was best for your own sanity. I’m proud of you darling.”

Peter let out a shuddering breath. “I love you, Harley.”

“I love you too, angel. Wanna keep watching?”

“Yeah, but I might fall asleep on you.”

“That’s perfectly fine, dear. I’ll try not to wake you if you do.”

Peter nodded in acknowledgment before placing his head back on Harley’s chest, unpausing the movie as he did so.

By the end of the movie, Peter had in fact fallen asleep. Harley looked down to see his angel breathing steadily, and he kissed his forehead gently before closing the laptop and carefully adjusting them so he was lying down with Peter on top of him.

[mirakeul]

Hello! Thank you for requesting! I like writing stuff like this where the reader is the manager AHAHAHA hope you like this!

HC: happy birthday manager! (Rakuzan team with fem! manager)

notes: if it’s your birthday, happy birthday! i kinda made some headcanons and a little scenario at the end so i hope this was okay sksks i kinda realized u asked for a scenario, not an hc :((( do u maybe want a scenario? if so, please tell me and i would do this again sksks

warnings: none

first of all

i feel like they would be a sucker for surprise parties

especially with kotaro

sksksks

so,,,

the team was informed of ur bday a few days before it was supposed to happen

ur best friend was all

“oh, you didn’t know? it’s y/n’s birthday on friday”

“what?”

“it’s her birthday! she didn’t tell you?”

“no”

the team was confused

u were their manager for more than a few months now

but u didn’t tell them of ur birthday

well, it was mainly bcuz u don’t want too much fuss to happen over you

and u don’t really see the big deal

i mean, to be fair,,

u would most definitely inform the team on the day itself

so u could maybe go out for some dinner and drinks

when the day came, u first saw akashi

“hello y/n”

“hey akashi! oh, it’s my birthday today, does the team wanna meet up later?”

“um, i don’t know y/n, we’re kinda busy today.”

that made u a little bit sad

“oh, well that’s fine! i’ll see you later?”

it took everything in akashi to not tell u the surprise bcuz of how sad u looked

he informed others of the situation

and honestly, kotaro would have told you if it weren’t for eikichi

sksksks

n e ways

your classmates greeted you throughout the day

the team was nowhere in sight

after akashi, you didn’t really got a hold of anyone

u were really sad 

u were on ur way to the gym and u can’t help but sigh

maybe that’s the consequence of not telling them it was ur birthday

u arrived at the gym

the lights were still closed

which was weird since there will always be someone earlier than u

u didn’t pay it any mind as u wandered off to open the lights

once u clicked the lights open

u see the team at the center,,,

ur friends were also there

u almost cried

“huh? what?”

“happy birthday, y/n!”

and u cried

yep, ugly tears were shed that day

the team was already beside u when it happened

akashi was looking guilty

“i’m sorry for earlier, y/n. we kinda got told that it would be your birthday today so of course we had to celebrate it”

you were sobbing as the team hugged you

kotaro was laughing bcuz u looked so cute when u saw the surprise

reo was just smiling at the side

eikichi lifted u up and twirled u around

they lead u to the cake ur best friend was holding

“surprise?”

“tch, i should have known you were also behind this.”

“well, happy birthday y/n!”

you blew the candles on your cake

as u smiled at the people around u

wow,,,

u are so blessed

to have super thoughtful people to be your friends

u nudged akashi with your shoulder

“thank you, really.”

“it was no problem, kotaro liked you as a manager.”

you laughed

“well of course he would”

“still up for some chilling at my house?”

“you know they would say yes right?”

“well duh, but i’d be sad if you’d say no”

“i won’t. it’s your birthday after all.”

you beamed at him and hugged him

after that u went to the others to inform them of the plan

u didn’t notice akashi flustered behind u

oh boy

oh well, happy birthday to you, y/n

bonus:

“oh come on!!! i want to watch moana!” kotaro whined. you were laughing. you were in between akashi and eikichi as you browsed the available movies in netflix.

“sorry, we voted for tangled. besides, it’s my birthday! shut up kotaro!” you argued. akashi voted neutral while eikichi and reo, of course, voted the same as you. plus, it’s not like kotaro doesn’t like tangled but he wants to watch moana because he likes singing “how far i’ll go” which was one of the reasons the others didn’t vote for it.

“okay fine! but we watch it next!”

“nope, we’re watching hamilton in disney+ next.”

“AW- oh wait. lin-manuel miranda’s there, right?”

“yep,”

“FINE!”

[nolanhollogay]

[chanting] antreggie antreggie antreggie

i have brain rot so here is a oneshot Mwah tagging @juliesdahlias and @richitozier bcuz i know there was interest hehe

oh also rated like t i guess for making out and vaguely implied nsfw situations (it’s just in a single line but wanted to warn anyway just in case)

Ant tried his best not to look too affected as he watched Alex and Luke. They were standing on the other side of the room, wearing matching smiles and holding hands. They were discussing some date they were going to go on. Ant wrinkled his nose as Alex laughed at something Luke said.

Ant hated being jealous. It made him feel gross inside, like his guts were made of nothing but rage and insecurity. But he couldn’t help it. Not when they were being so coupley in his face literally every day. Ever since they got together it felt like they were suffocating him with their love.

He looked back down at the book in his hands as Luke pulled Alex down for a kiss. He just needed to distract himself.

All of a sudden, Reggie’s head was in his lap. He moved his book to see his smiling face and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, hi?” he said, staring down at him in confusion.

“What ya reading?” Reggie asked. Ant blinked at him. The cover was literally directly in front of him.

He decided to humor him anyway. “Adrenaline by James Robert Baker. It’s about this gay couple who kidnap a cop after-”

Reggie cut him off. “Sounds cool. We should make out." 

Ant froze, making a face at being interrupted before he actually processed what Reggie had said. "What?”

“We should make out,” he repeated. He was still smiling, but he didn’t seem to be joking.

“Why?” Ant folded down the corner of the page he was on in his book before he closed it. Better give Reggie his full attention unless he wanted to agree to something stupid. He’d made that mistake too many times before.

Reggie sucked in a breath. “I’m hot, you’re hot, I wanna know if I like guys like I think I do, it’ll make you stop moping over Alex and Luke,” he listed, holding up four fingers as he spoke.

“I’m not moping,” Ant said with a scoff. He was brooding at best.

“You’re definitely moping. But it’s okay because you’re cute when you pout.”

“I don’t pout. Shut up,” he said. Reggie cooed, sitting up to cup his face and squish his cheeks. Ant looked over his shoulder to see Luke and Alex still in their own world.

He sighed, knowing he might as well give in. He had nothing to lose. “You better take me on a date first, Reginald,” he grumbled, and Reggie cheered, pulling him into a hug.

Ant realized he’d never really thought of Reggie romantically before. Yeah, he’d thought he was cute, he wasn’t blind. But he’d never seen him in the way he’d seen Alex or any other guy he’d been attracted to. Reggie was just his straight friend who happened to be cute. Who was apparently not as straight as he thought and thought he was hot.

Watching Reggie grin at him, he acknowledged that maybe that could change. He wondered how this development would change everything else. 

“What are you guys doing?” Luke asked with a laugh. Alex sent Ant a curious look, eyebrow raised in question. Ant shrugged.

Reggie cleared his throat, climbing out of Ant’s lap. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it." 

-

Their date consisted of them watching Casper on VHS on Reggie’s couch and sharing a pepperoni pizza. 

It wasn’t exactly some mind blowing romantic experience but Ant hadn’t expected much. Reggie did wear his fancy flannel and he held Ant’s hand the entire night though, so maybe he was taking it semi-serious.

And he had kept watching Ant as the movie played, like he couldn’t help himself, which made butterflies flutter behind Ant’s ribcage.

"Do you want to go upstairs?” Reggie asked, turning to him as the credits started.

Ant scoffed, even though a smile was tugging at his lips. Reggie was always so overzealous. “What kind of boy do you take me for?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Reggie cried, holding his hands up in protest. “I just meant that we could hang out in my room!”

Ant laughed, the sound bubbling out of him, making Reggie frown in confusion. “I know. I was just teasing you, Reg." 

Reggie punched him on the shoulder. "Asshole.”

-

Ant sat on Reggie’s bed, waiting as he closed the door behind them. His parents had just gotten home and were already arguing so they had escaped as quickly as they could. Ant hated when they got caught in the crossfire.

He sighed, leaning back against Reggie’s pillows. 

Reggie’s room was always messy, even when he put in the effort to clean it. He had obviously straightened up because he knew Ant was coming over, but there were still little things out of place here and there. His guitar resting against his wall while it’s case stuck out from under the bed. A t-shirt crumpled up on the floor that he must’ve forgotten to pick up. An open text book on his desk. It was kind of endearing.

Reggie cleared his throat as he sat next to Ant. They sat in silence for a minute, the only sound his mom yelling at his dad for something Ant couldn’t make out. Whatever. It wasn’t his business.

He turned to face Reggie, who looked nauseous. “Do you want to-" 

Reggie was the one to initiate the kiss, cutting off his question. He pressed his lips to Ant’s and the second Ant kissed back he was trying to shove his tongue into his mouth. His mouth was hot, he was breathing hard against Ant’s lips and Ant wrinkled his nose.

"So, that’s why girls never call you back,” he said, moving away with a groan. Whatever fond feelings he had been having very quickly disappeared. Reggie may have been cute but he was still Reggie.

He gasped. “Hey!”

Ant huffed out a laugh. “Calm down. You kiss like you’re trying to eat my face. Ease into it.”

He leaned in again, pressing their lips back together. He gently grabbed Reggie’s chin to adjust his position and laughed when Reggie pinched him on the side.

“Don’t manhandle me, Tony.”

He was the only one who called Ant “Tony”. It used to annoy him to no end. Tony was a name for a weird uncle, or a mobster or something. But it had grown on him over the years.

Ant flicked him on the forehead and he whined. “I’m trying to help. You’re thinking too hard and trying too hard. I’m supposed to be the nervous wreck, not you.”

“I don’t want to scare you off. And I don’t want to mess up,” Reggie admitted.

“Reg, I’m already in your bed. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t,” Ant said, voice soft. Reggie nodded, worry beginning to slip off his face. “C'mon, we’ll try again. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just be gentle.”

Reggie nodded again and they kissed for the third time. It went much smoother than the first two. Reggie let him set the pace, their lips moving together slowly. The fighting downstairs melted away as they found their groove.

It was like trying to learn a song on the guitar for the first time. You kept trying til you found the right note.

Ant sighed as Reggie cupped his face. His hands were holding him like he was something he was scared to drop. Something delicate. It made his chest ache. Something it had definitely never done in Reggie’s presence before. But it wasn’t unwelcome.

He sucked in a breath as Reggie slid a hand into his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue slipped between Ant’s teeth, making him shiver.

Ant looped his arms around his back, trying to get even closer and suddenly he was in Reggie’s lap.

Reggie pulled away from the kiss, smiling sheepishly. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were shining. Ant didn’t understand how he looked so pretty or why they weren’t still kissing.

“Sorry, I just got excited. Is that okay? I know you don’t really like to be touched sometimes. Even though we’re, like, kissing, it’s not the same as me yanking you around,” he said. He was embarrassed and surprisingly considerate for a guy who had tried to eat Ant’s face not too long ago. It was unbelievably cute.

Ant nodded as something warm bloomed in his chest. “Yeah, it’s okay. Kiss me again.”

Reggie nodded. But before he did anything, he very loosely grabbed Ant’s forearms and wrapped them around his neck. Being touched so sweetly kind of made Ant want to swoon, or cry. He was suddenly overcome with affection.

“So you’re more comfortable,” Reggie explained and Ant couldn’t do anything in response except kiss the sweet little smile off of his face.

They kissed for hours after that. All the way up until Ant had to go back home. Even though they had spent the entire afternoon with each other’s tongues in their mouths, it wasn’t awkward when they said their goodbyes, like Ant expected. He assumed it would be a one off thing, something they’d forget about and never bring up again. He was apparently mistaken when Reggie managed to make him blush by giving him a “kiss to keep him safe”.

Ant felt like he was glowing from the inside out for the entire walk home.

-

Making out with Reggie very quickly became a learning experience.

Reggie learned that sometimes Ant didn’t want to be touched but other times he needed nothing more then the two of them to be pressed together, fingers intertwined and legs tangled up. He didn’t like rough kisses and he loved being kissed on the forehead. (Though he’d never admit that outloud.)

Ant learned that Reggie liked it when he scratched his nails down his back and whispered snarky comments into the space between their lips. He didn’t like Ant talking about having a crush on Kurt Cobain in the middle of kissing. (But really, it was his fault for putting All Apologies on the making out mixtape.)

Ant was also learning that their friends were incredibly oblivious. A part of him already knew that, for a multitude of reasons. But he and Reggie were apparently very bad at sneaking around and they still hadn’t caught on.

A week ago, Bobby had walked in on Ant sitting in Reggie’s lap and didn’t even blink. He just said, “Hey guys,” as Reggie pushed Ant onto the floor. Then without comment, he pulled out his guitar and paid them no mind, like they weren’t bickering and blushing.

A few days before that Luke walked in on them holding hands and wanted to know if they were “band bonding” without everyone else. So they ended up holding his hands as well, standing like a bunch of kids playing Ring Around The Rosie. It would’ve been sweet if Alex didn’t come in immediately after and say that they looked stupid.

Alex was probably the only one even close to figuring out what was going on, but he didn’t even seem to care. Ant wasn’t trying to make him jealous or anything because he wasn’t terrible and Alex was literally taken, but it kind of bothered him that his best friend was so flippant about his secret relationship.

They’d been hanging out, just the two of them, for the first time in a while. They were in his room, playing a very unsuccessful game of Pictionary when Alex squinted at him.

“What?” he asked, squinting back.

“You’re wearing Reggie’s shirt,” Alex replied, sounding suspicious. Ant looked down at the shirt he was wearing, and sure enough, he was wearing Reggie’s Iron Maiden shirt. “That’s his lucky shirt. How’d you get it?”

“He gave it to me because he ruined one of mine,” Ant explained. It technically wasn’t a lie. The week before Reggie had destroyed his shirt in a rather indecent way and had given him a shirt to wear. 

Ant hadn’t known it was his lucky shirt until that moment. There was something sweet about Reggie giving him something that apparently meant a lot to him. He bit his lip to hide a smile as Alex nodded, looking uninterested, before he started a new round of the game.

A part of Ant wanted him to care more, to press him for information. But a bigger part of him liked having Reggie all to himself.

It was then, trying to draw a tiger, that he realized he was screwed. Apparently he’d caught actual feelings for Reggie and had somehow missed it as it was happening. That was just his luck. 

-

Ant was half asleep, trying to read Shakespeare for class when his bedroom door burst open. He flinched at the sound, looking over to the doorway.

Reggie was standing there, sweaty and out of breath. “Ant, we have a problem,” he announced, loudly.

“Shhh, stop being so loud. And how’d you get into my house? Did my Dad let you in? You know you’re supposed to call before you come over,” he rambled. His brain heard the word problem and shot into overdrive.

Reggie closed the door behind him before walking the short distance to his bed. He threw himself into it and leaned against the wall.

“Yes, your dad let me in. Sorry I didn’t call, but this is important,” he said.

Ant’s stomach dropped, his mind running through all the worst case scenarios. Someone died. The guys found out about them going behind their backs and hated them. Reggie was going to tell him they needed to stop because he didn’t actually like him.

Trying to hold back the urge to vomit, he cleared his throat. Forcing himself to meet Reggie’s eyes, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I was in bed and I was thinking about you. Not in a dirty way,” he paused, “Okay, maybe a little bit of a dirty way. But it was tasteful! There were like candles and stuff and-”

“Please get to the point, Reg.” Ant curled his hands into fists at his sides, trying to calm himself down. He was so nervous he was shaking.

Reggie nodded. “Right. Sorry. So, I was thinking about you and I realized that I like you. Like, I really like you. Like, I wanna date you. And I know we’ve been kind of dating already, but I want the real deal. So, I ran all the way here because I had to tell you and see if you felt the same.”

Rage and embarrassment and fondness swirled in Ant’s chest. God, Reggie was so stupid. He liked him so much.

He picked up his copy of King Lear and smacked him on the shoulder with it. “I hate you. You just freaked me out so bad because you’re dramatic. You could’ve just called me.”

Reggie whined, rubbing his arm. “But that wouldn’t have been as romantic!”

Ant rolled his eyes but his annoyance didn’t last long because he replayed Reggie’s confession in his head.

“I really like you too. Even if you are stupid and almost gave me a heart attack,” he said, making Reggie grin.

“So, we’re boyfriends now?” he asked. Ant nodded, smiling back at him.

Reggie cheered and threw himself at him with a kiss. Ant laughed into his mouth.

“Oh, I must’ve really scared you. You’re shaking,” he said, voice full of concern as he pulled away.

Ant groaned, flushing with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so worked up that fast. “I thought someone died or something. Leave me alone.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I know you worry, I should’ve taken that into consideration when I was doing my script in my head,” Reggie said. He brushed Ant’s hair off of his forehead and pressed a kiss there.

Ant blushed again. He couldn’t handle being taken care of. It made him feel feverish, like affection was burning his body up from the inside.

“Leave me alone. I have homework to do,” he said, gently pushing him away.

Reggie nodded, even as he straddled him and threw his book to the floor. “You know what’s cooler than homework? Kissing me.”

Ant really couldn’t argue with that logic.

[thorne93]

Whirlwind Romance (Part 3)

Prompt: You’re getting married to Chris Evans… Everything in your life is perfect… Except when you break the news to your two best friends: Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 1847

Warnings: language, anger, angst, adult themes??

Notes: This is for @carryonmyswansong challenge (Double Season, Multifaceted, 500 Follower Celebration, Writing Challenge!): Prompt – You’re marrying the wrong person! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes bcuz shes amazing and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo@carryonmyswansong for letting me brainstorm with them. Got this idea from @formyfandoms… Fic image made by the super bomb @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

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The wedding still hadn’t moved any closer to any planning. No colors were chosen, no location set, no dresses looked at. Part of the lack of planning was you were just too busy. The other part was Chris finding the time and needing to be home, or you at his home. But so far, that hadn’t come.

Which meant you weren’t sure if you should announce an engagement party or not, if you didn’t know any details about the wedding. People would be asking you and talking about it, wondering about it, and you’d have no answer. However, Chris really wanted his family to come around soon to celebrate the engagement and possibly talk about the wedding, so he was pushing for a party.

So now, you were trying to find a time that fit both schedules, soon, to throw an engagement party.

Filming for your new movie was next week, and your co-star was Tom. The two of you decided to run lines at your house one night, which ended up being a lot less about work and a lot more about drinking wine, thanks to his considerate gift.

Tom arrived at your doorstep, wine and flowers in hand -- they just happened to be your favorite. He was donning one of your favorite colors on him. A teal sweater with black jeans, an ensemble that you always thought looked rather good on him.

“Oh, wow, what is all this for?” you wondered as you took the things from him and stepped aside to let him in.

“Last I checked you had a movie that just hit theaters,” he reminded and you quickly smiled.

“Oh! Right, yes. Thank you so much. God these smell so good,” you noted, closing your eyes to take in the fragrance. “And my favorite wine! Care for some?” you offered and he bowed and gestured to your kitchen.

“I’d love some.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little… funny. Tom had gotten you these flowers, a small, but thoughtful gift. Chris hadn’t even mentioned it once. He had barely even said anything about it, let alone think of getting you a gift for it. Come to think of it… Chris had never gotten you a gift for any of your career achievements, and Tom usually celebrated with a dinner, a bottle of wine, flowers, a new book…

Chris was perfect in a lot of ways, in fact, he was almost too perfect. But it would be nice if maybe he gave up some of his other great habits for acknowledging your success.

“Oh, before we get started, I have some news,” you began, nervous to tell him for some reason. Announcing it still felt… rather strange.

“Oh? I’m all ears,” Tom stated with that dazzling smile as he put his hands on the kitchen island and leaned forward slightly.

You held up your hand, showcasing the massive diamond. “Chris and I are engaged.”

Tom’s eyebrow quirked up. “Engaged? You’re getting married?” he asked, his voice soft, his eyes glistening. “That’s… amazing. Truly. I’m happy for you. I suppose congratulations are in order. I wish I had brought champagne now, instead of wine.”

You peered at him, cocking your head to the side. “Are you okay?” you questioned, stepping around the island to stand in front of him.

“Yes, of course, darling, why wouldn’t I be? I’m just happy for you. These are happy tears,” he promised before taking you in an embrace.

“Well, thank you,” you said, hoping all was well with your best friend. After a moment, the hug ended.

“You don’t sound too thrilled. Neither did Seb,” you noted. Why would Seb and Tom both seem sad by this? Shouldn’t they have been thrilled for you? Your eyes widened as you realized why they both seemed bummed about this news. “Oh, I get it.”

“You do?” Tom inquired, frowning.

“Yeah, you and Seb are worried that when Chris and I tie the knot I’ll forget about you two, or be around less, or we won’t be the three musketeers anymore,” you noted.

Tom nodded his head side to side. “I didn’t think I was so transparent,” he said with a low laugh.

You shrugged. “You usually aren’t, but I can always tell when somethings up. But I promise nothing will come between us. Married or not, I’m still your go to girl,” you swore with a huge grin. You raised your glass. “To weddings and other milestones,” you toasted.

“Here, here,” he said before clinking glasses with you.

Shortly after, you broke apart and got some more wine. As soon as the two of you got your glasses, you grabbed your scripts and began running lines. All was well and good for the first two hours but then you started to feel less like working and more like reminiscing.

Just as you got done reading one of the lines, you laid your script down and looked over at Tom. “You know what this reminds me of?” you asked, prompting his eyes to flash up to yours.

“Hmm?”

“That time at RADA. Remember? We put on Much Ado About Nothing?”

“Yes, of course,” he responded with a slight smile.

“Doesn’t Don John remind you of the character Eric in this story?” you asked, making him think and then start laughing.

“Oh my god, it does,” he agreed, still giggling. “And the night that Will almost set the stage on fire during rehearsal!” he recalled, pointing at you hoping you remembered.

“Yes! Oh my god. That was so scary, and funny. He came to rehearsal drunk, didn’t he?” you asked, trying to remember why Will, a fellow student, was stumbling around.

“Yeah, we had a late rehearsal, and he’d been drinking all day, and he fell into the candelabra, lighting the stage curtain on fire.”

You shook your head. “Oh my god, what a crazy night. Then we had to rehearse out in the back alley because Simon didn’t want us to miss a beat.”

“He was one of the toughest directors I’ve ever worked with,” Tom remarked, seemingly impressed.

“I’ll say. He had me learn that play forwards and backwards.”

“Well you were the star, darling,” he gently reminded.

“True.”

“‘I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?’” Tom quoted quietly, almost as if to himself.

You tried to access your memory to follow up the quote, and by some stroke of a miracle, you did. “‘As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.’”

Tom smiled appreciatively at you. “I’m so thrilled you remember all that. Most people forget it as soon as they leave.”

You shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for some Shakespeare,” you casually said with a shrug. The fact of the matter however, was that it was something you loved that you and Tom could basically speak in Shakespeare. Almost a secret language in a way, between you two.

Your phone began buzzing on the coffee table so you ran to pick it up, only to see that it was Chris.

“Hey, it’s Chris,” you informed to Tom before stepping out of your open living room - kitchen floor plan. “Hey!” you greeted happily, excited to hear his voice for the first time in a couple days.

“Hey,” he greeted back equally excited. “So how’s the location hunt been going?”

“Well I wanted to talk to you about that,” you started. “Would you want a garden wedding or...?”

“Why? Do you not? It was your idea.”

“Yeah, but I was just throwing something out other than the beach since you didn’t seem to be thrilled with that idea.”

“Babe, I don’t care where we get married, really. At this point, I just want it to happen. We’ve got a little over six months to throw this thing together.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Okay, I’ll pick three places and you choose the one you like, sound good?” you offered.

“Sounds perfect.”

“How’s New York? Seen Seb at all?”

“You know, I’m your fiance, you should be only asking about me,” he joked, you could hear the smile in his voice, making one of your own pop up.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. How is it?”

“Exhausting. I mean, if I fuck up a line while filming we can do it again, but here, you have to be on your fucking toes.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, welcome to Tom’s and my world. It’s not so easy,” you said with a playful sneer.

“I have a whole new respect for this theater thing,” he said thoughtfully.

“Well good, it deserves it.”

“I should be home in a few days, by the way.”

“Oh? Don’t you have to put on the play?”

“Nah, they want us to take a break so we don’t get burned out, and come back fresh,” he informed.

“Wow, what a great break. We can get some wedding planning done and you can help me with the guest list for the engagement party,” you excitedly mentioned.

“Happy to. Just point me where to go.”

“That, I can do,” you said with a chuckle.

“Oh, shit, we’re starting back up. I gotta run. Don’t forget, three places. Send ‘em to me,” he firmly ordered.

“Aye, aye, Cap’n…”

“Love you.”

“You too. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

The phone call ended and you went back in the kitchen where Tom was still fluffing the bright bouquet on our kitchen island. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Tom to know where everything was at in your house or make himself at home. In fact, you practically insisted on it since you were such a shitty hostess.

“Tom, those look amazing,” you gushed. “Thank you so much.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. So, how is the fiance?” he asked sweetly.

“He’s already giving up on some of the wedding decisions,” you informed with a light laugh.

Tom’s frown made you feel like you should elaborate so you did. You waved your statement off with your hand before adding, “I mean, he just wants to get married, he doesn’t care where. So he’s leaving it up to me, so I guess I have homework to do.”

“Oh? Mind if I help?” he offered.

“No! Please! By all means! We have fifty states to check the best wedding venue and I have to pick the top three.”

“Sounds like quite the challenge. I think you’ll need an extra pair of hands.”

“I really do,” you said with a grin.

“I shall help you as soon as I get dinner finished.”

“Dinner? You’re making dinner?”

“I may have bought everything for spaghetti bolognese,” he informed with a mischievous playful expression.

Your mouth dropped as you gasped excitedly. “Oh my god! My favorite! Man you’re really spoiling me tonight! Okay, yes, you get that done and I’ll start the hunt.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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[rotten-dan]

It was fun reading your AT watchthrough! Final thoughts on the series, how it changed and stuff? What were your favorite character, episode, season, song, miniseries, all that kinda stuff? Talk about all the feelings you got relating to the show man, I wanna hear it!

!!! cries bcuz someone cares

Final thoughts on the series, how it changed and stuff?  it was

amazingly smooth on how everything started to change with them, nothing felt forced or out of nowhere, i liked that, i liked that a lotIm gonna !! put a read more cuz im saying a lot! sorry!!!!!

Finn becoming more mature and growing up, his voice changing , his morals also changing, GOD, i noticed the big change a ibt when an enemy surrender and he protected them when they were almost killed like that, it was sosos goodprincess bubs also changing a lil bit , in her own words “sorry, I’m trying to be less mean” and also seeing her relax and hang out with finn again was so sweet, i rlly wanted them to be friends and im glad they actually included that, like, things didnt have to be always unnecesary tension for her and finn, and speaking of tension. i dunno there is so much i cant pin pointMarcy going from the trickster character to one with such a deep backstory and struggles and yet one of the nicest characters there was, Jake and his lost focus never actually changed but seeing him always being so protective of Finn and finally seeing how mentally overwhelming it must be for him to be the older brother who always keeps it together and all of that

What were your favorite:Characters:Finn is my number onejake too, i like how protective and fun he wasmarcy comes third for being one of the persons who are sentimental and care about others feelingsI would kill for prismo and fern too

season?Im not someone who can point at a certain season and say THAT ONE IS THE ONE I IWLL ALWAYS LOVE AND REWATCH, i have fav episodes all over the place

song?FRIENDS sang by BMO after finn and jake fought for movie stuff, the sweet voice and guitar melody just got me crying specially cuz finn and jake became the BROTP 

miniseries:I was gonna be like “I cANT PICK A FAV” but then i remmebered ive rewatched the islands miniseries so many many times, i just love it so much. i specially love that lil moment were finn sees his moms face for the first time and he pauses and this lil delicate song plays and he says “she looks nic”, and the bit where his mom is like “finn...you....you grew up to be a helper too” and i think that probably meant so much to her, like, how she and her son actually shares this need to help others despite not being together growing up, its the helper thing that connects em

i loved this show so much, i was feeling sadder and sadder as i got to the end, but, i also felt relieved, cuz i finally did it, i finally watched this absolute fun and interesting and smart show, it made me feel creative again and with the need to paint soft thingsit also made me realize, that not everything on the world of fiction im working on is supposed to make sense, there is so many things in the universe of AT that only makes sense in there and there is no explanation on the thing but everybdoy accepts it cuz its adventure time

it made me realize i can be creative as i want with my own universes, that i can have fun and dont have to explain every lil detail fearing someone will judge

it made me happy, rlly rlly happy

[nomunun]

@amalasdraws​ tagged me for the 92 truths meme thing so here ya go!

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself

LAST… [1] drink: water [2] phone call: my father [3] text message: group chat w two if my friends abt my life being over  [4] song you listened to: blind - break away [5] time you cried: 10 minutes ago lmao

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: no [7] been cheated on: no [8] kissed someone and regretted it: nah [9] lost someone special: y..eah... [10] been depressed: what me?? depressed ???? sounds fake [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: only once

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] blue [13] mint [14] everything pastel

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yes [16] fallen out of love: lmao i WISH [17] laughed until you cried: i don’t think so ? [18] found out someone was talking about you: in a good way, yes 😎 [19] met someone who changed you: mmmh nah don’t think so [20] found out who your true friends are: YES lmao [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: no :(

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them, those i don’t know irl live abroad [23] do you have any pets: i have a doggo and she’s a nerd [24] do you want to change your name: :))))))))))))))))))))))))) (yes!) [25] what did you do for your last birthday: i went to an amusement park with my besties and it was v nice ahhh [26] what time did you wake up: around 10am [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: crying lmao [28] name something you cannot wait for: dying being rich and famous 👌 [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: last week i think [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: erase the past 5 years lmao [31] what are you listening to right now: pendulum - encoder [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: i don’t think so [33] something that is getting on your nerves: myself lmao [34] most visited website: tumblr :,) [35] elementary: was shitty [36] high school: was even more shitty so i dropped out [37] college: is p okay so far [38] hair colour: some blonde bullshit but im gonna dye it soon [39] long or short hair: i have an outgrowing buzzcut  [40] do you have a crush on someone: nah idk probs not [41] what do you like about yourself? ??? i haven’t killed myself yet so thats good ????? [42] piercings: 11 (3 in my face, 8 on my ears) [43]blood type: a+ [44] nickname: teddy, shrimpy [45] relationship status: single fry  [46] zodiac sign: cancer [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: rn it’s b99 bcuz im currently watching it [49] tattoos: 9 and more to come [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST… [51] surgery: had my tonsils removed bcuz i stopped breathing at night and almost died lmao [52] piercing: ears [53] best friend: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i have a couple of good friends but not a best friend i guess [54] sport: judo [55] vacation: sweden i think [56] pair of trainers: i have no idea

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating:  nothing [58] drinking: also nothing [59] i’m about to: probably rearrange my flat and then draw [60] listening to: the weeks - buttons [61] waiting for: death food  [62] want: money, also the district court of my hometown to burn down [63] get married: definitely not. [64] career: something were i can sit at home and draw and don’t have to interact w people and still get a shitload of money please

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: kisses [66] lips or eyes: lips [67] shorter or taller: taller (lbr i dont really have a choice here) [68] older or younger: p much same sage is perfect tbh [70] nice arms or nice stomach: stomach [71] sensitive or loud: both [72] hook up or relationship: relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker :,)

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? yah [75] drank hard liquor? yes [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? nope [77] turned someone down: yah [78] sex on first date? does meeting irl for the first time count bcuz then yes lmao [79] broken someone’s heart? yes pls kill me [80] had your own heart broken? yah [81] been arrested? nope 😎 [82] cried when someone died? yah [83] fallen for a friend: y..ah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? hell no lmao [85] miracles? kind of [86] love at first sight? crush yeah, love no [87] santa claus? no [88] kiss on the first date? yes! [89] angels? not in the biblical sense but yes

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: if i had to pick it’d be saki and mana probably [91] eye colour: blue [92] favourite movie: pacific rim, cloud atlas, star wars

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[savemefrommyselfxv]

family, mold. // dams for damsel in distress.

Bcuz I knew if I started sharing, about family and I, and the intricacies - emotions, confusion, hurt, anguish you’d begin to piece puzzles of pieces of I - truly - the part of beyond sunshine and butterflies.

but it’s one I know,  eventually I can’t run from. Yet, I know, there are wisdoms behold, why they were the ones to be gifted with blood ties to I.

See, this line you wrote,

“I wished you cared about my thoughts and feelings rather than food and clothings”

hahahah. funny in the most ironic of ways. For I just had a tiff with my own, over this, maybe about a few days ago. I wanted less of reminders to eat my food or forever calls on asking what id like to have for dinner - but then again that now sounds petty as hell - hahah even for such gestures, is one I ought to be grateful for. (and yaaaa so when darren once said about “the best way to love someone, is to allow for them to love you” or kinda like, to love you in their own ways thing - it cracked in light on the idea on how varied people have their own giving and receiving love languages and, like syazwina was tryna knock some sense into my dense stubborn roughenned edged still hurt little daughter role me - she’d come to remind me that even after all - that they’re humans too, and to remember that their acts may be projections of wtv it was they received as children themselves. and I suppose since I was a little kid, for some reason, I’d put immense great expectations on these older ones, the married adults - to know it all, do it all, give love and attention tenderly as we’d need, to role model, to always choose right over what is easy, to be there, to fulfil their roles as per fit.

But I suppose one of life’s first lessons is that, expectations aren’t always met, disappointments are greatly bound, to be wary who to trust, to learn to fixer upper solo self hustles (I think kids shoulddd learn this but probs thru a better way of empowerment rather than to campak dalam air kasi lemas type of learning that you rlly can’t depend on others, therefore you gotta learn to be self-reliant but also more like its you and God and the rest is just but the world) (but yeah i think I may have a huge logical fallacy flaw here buuuuut it might have been encoded quite deeply aha) and yeah aha the other day upon being reminded of the attachment styles theory ...... hm yeah idk aha more thoughts.

Yetttttttttt, once again, I am surprised at myself, for not yet, and I hope neverrrrr, losing hope in the preciousness and also the power of having this rock support of a home and a family and a tarbiyyah system that grooms, mold, empower, encourage, support, challenge, role model and a togetherness hustle and yeah - muttaqina imama, amin.

No family is perfect, I know. Heck, families begin with individuals. Mindsets, values, habits. Goals, ambition, direction, purpose. There’s bigger grander picture to see and contribute to, always, all ways.

Wanna go fast, go alone. Wanna go far, go together.

Messily stitched.

HAHA and random as is, I rmmbr one time when we’d decided to watch kungfu panda po hahahah and by this time I knew solat was wajib alr so i have no excuse of “oh aku jahil” so it was awkward timing of maghrib lel so midway id left to go solat at the back of the cinema hall in the dark while Po was probably doing some random karate scene (lol it seems i always have random cinema adventures ah hahahah rmmbr my guitar tale of sneaking to perks of wallflower with miz) or yeah aha the awkszzzzzzzz of hm obliging bcuz tannak party pooper step alim and jauhkan diri but WAHAIIIII, the immense amt of neeeeed to ghaddul basr cuz the chosen movie with the fam was fast and furious 7/8 like yozkiz hahahah kalau boleh its a no go yo. sin city type of. but ok anywaaaay

 yeah i digggg that la ikraHa fideen, there is no compulsion in religion andddddddd the best of dakwah is thru mercy and wisdom and actions of kindness and love not only speaks louder than words - but that they also touch hearts // and yeah aha the blade of the tongue cuts sharp cuts deep and even tone itself is a jihad of itself aha I wrote “to each our own jihad” but ykno aha since meeting friends with beautifz fam and their varied tarbiyah systems etc - it’s defz a thing to cherish/hold hopes for/strategically wonder from time to time and yeah. i guess its sweetness of another kind with their own curve of hardships and tests of varied kinds and also immense discipline and taqwa im guessing.

Ya Wahhab, Ya Kareem, Ya Dzhuljalali wal Ikram. Ya Afuw, Ya Ruf,Ya Wadud, Ya Lteef, Ya Alim, Ya Khabeer, Ya Mujeeb Ya Qareeb, Ya Rahman Ya Rahim.

Maybe thus, the whole: begin first with immense self fixing and to conclusively realise the importance of persiapkan diri and the dont rush thing and yeah allll that.

multi faceted.

but yeah, fam is truuuuly, my first skool, eh? ey :”) dari bila balita toddler and attachment theory and wtv other kejala kejada we lowkey be learning ah.

and self note: “al ummu madrasatul uula” :”)

haha kk sampai sekian

[thorne93]

Whirlwind Romance (Part 15)

Prompt: You’re getting married to Chris Evans… Everything in your life is perfect… Except when you break the news to your two best friends: Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 1686

Warnings: language, anger, angst, adult themes, blood/gore/violence, uncomfortable situations

Notes: This is for @carryonmyswansong challenge (Double Season, Multifaceted, 500 Follower Celebration, Writing Challenge!): Prompt – You’re marrying the wrong person! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes bcuz shes amazing and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo@carryonmyswansong for letting me brainstorm with them. Got this idea from @formyfandoms… Fic image made by the super bomb @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

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The movie with Tom was going fantastic. He was a blast to work with. The two of you on the set was a total riot to everyone. The two of you were having a great time, spending time in each others trailers, enjoying lunches together…

Until of course the ‘scene’ came.

It was the only scene in the film where you’re supposed to kiss Tom, or his character. The scene signified the cliche part where the girl got the guy, and finally, after all this time, gets to kiss him. You weren’t ready for this, by any means.

You and Chris had discussed your on-screen kissing a long time ago. Both of you pretty much shrugged and said, “It’s part of the job.” Well… now, this was part of the job. Part of your job was to kiss your best friend while you were engaged and you had no idea how to handle it.

“Today’s the day,” Tom said, entering your trailer.

“Mhm,” you said, humming in agreement.

Tom sat down on your couch and peered over at you, trying to get your attention. “Everything okay?”

“Just promise me this won’t change anything between us, okay? This is just work. Just a kiss like anyone else, right?”

“Right. You and I both know there’s nothing romantic about this at all.”

“I know.”

“Then let’s just do our job and make our kiss passionate and sweet,” he said with an encouraging smile. “We could practice right now,” he offered with a cheeky grin.

“Har-har. No, I think the one we film will be just fine,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes and laugh.

“Have it your way, darling. Well, I’m off to makeup. See you out there.”

They had a little area set up off the busy streets of LA where the makeup and film crew was set up down the end of a busy bridge. You went out and got your makeup done in the makeup trailer, next to Tom.

The scene was set, the director called action, and you stood at the edge of the bridge, looking out over the water as wind whipped at your face. Richard, Tom’s character, approached you while your red sundress waved behind you.

“So, you found me…” you noted, not looking at him in your character’s persona -- Charlotte.

“Wasn’t hard. You said you always loved this spot.”

“I love a lot of this city.”

“Me too… Mainly the people.”

A small smile touched your lips.

“Yeah, the people are pretty great.”

“I’m looking at one of the best,” he said in his American accent, which sounded almost funny to you.

You finally turned to him. “Yeah? What makes you say that?” you asked.

“Because you’re the only person I look at and I don’t want to run away from…” he said, his eyes glued to yours, so much love and adoration in his face. God he was such a good actor.

“And you’re the only one I want to run towards,” you added before your feet picked up and carried you to Tom quickly. You slowed just before you got to him so you didn’t slam into him, gracefully wrapping your arms around his neck.

All at once, time slowed down and yet it moved so quickly you barely caught the moment.

You stared at him for the briefest of moments, the butterflies flapping wildly in your stomach, but you couldn’t think about those. The cameras were rolling. You needed that soft, determined look. You needed that “fresh in love” appeal.

Before you even knew what was happening, Tom’s lips were on your mouth. His hand held your head, his long fingers gently pressing into your head as his tongue danced along your bottom lip quickly. Your mind was alive with thoughts ranging from “this is weird” to “oh shit is my head at the right angle?”

Then as suddenly as it started, it ended. Tom’s heated lips left yours and it felt as if the air had been sucked away from you. Quickly, you recovered and set forward with your lines, wondering why you felt breathless and elated.

The kiss had left you feeling… wanting? How was that possible? Was Tom that good of a kisser? Were you just wrapped up in the story and the characters?

All you knew was that you felt Tom on your lips for the rest of the day… and you weren’t entirely sure that was a bad thing.

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After shooting, Tom offered to take you out to dinner. You practically jumped at the offer. Filming all day and the emotions you had been feeling all day made you exhausted. The odd feelings that went through you at shooting had pretty much subsided, and you focused on the task at hand.

Now the two of you were at one of Tom’s favorite upscale italian restaurants in LA. Conversation flowed freely and the two of you were laughing constantly, so much so that your face was hurting and your stomach was in stitches. You two had been trying some wines on the menu tonight too, just for fun.

Eventually though, the evening was getting late and the two of you needed some sleep.

“I’m gonna go out and get some air,” you said as you stood up and grabbed your purse. The evening was very warm and you wanted to enjoy some of the air before you got a taxi home.

“Sure thing. I’ll settle the bill and meet you out there,” he said with a nod and smile towards you.

With that, you set off out of the restaurant. You stood outside for a few minutes, walking aimlessly in front of the restaurant until you got just a few feet away from the entrance and stepped one foot into the alleyway beside the restaurant.

You pulled out your phone to check for any texts or calls from Chris, and to check in on social media when someone suddenly said something right in front of you.

“You belong to me.”

Looking up, frowning in confusion, you asked, “I’m sorry?”

“It was supposed to be me!” a man approximately your age in a hoodie said in front of you. His voice had suddenly jumped two octaves, making you jump.

Immediately, you knew something was very wrong.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you,”  you gently informed, trying to move around him to get out of the alleyway, but he blocked your path, moving in front of you.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“You’re scaring me.”

“You take pictures with strangers all day! Don’t I deserve a little respect?” he demanded, grabbing your bicep and yanking you towards him.

At first, you had no idea what to do. You didn’t know if you should try to pull away or just go with it and hope he would calm down. Maybe you could get him to leave if you took a picture.

“Let go of me, you’re hurting me,” you stated, your voice shaking as the fear trickled all throughout your body. You wondered where Tom was. Hopefully he would come out of the restaurant soon and see this wacko.

Finally, you yanked your arm away and you turned to start to get away from him.

“Don’t run from me!” he shouted before he gripped your arm again, whirling you around to face him.

At first, you didn’t feel anything. But then it hit -- the searing pain in your stomach. Your eyes trailed down to see why your stomach hurt so bad.

Inside your abdomen was the blade of a knife, while he still held the handle. Red was dripping down the front of your stark white dress. Your gaze drifted back up to the man’s face, your mouth slowly falling open. His eyes went wide with horror and without warning, he yanked the knife from your stomach, making the pain twice as bad. The slicing motion made you cry out.

Without another word, the man glanced both ways on the street and then took off in a sprint away from the restaurant. Another moment and your legs started to shake as you tried to brace yourself against the building, but the blood was just pouring out of you. Quickly, you began to lose your strength. You tried to grab your phone that had fallen in the altercation, but all the blood made it slip out of your hands twice.

Now you had no more strength or energy so you slunk down to the ground, landing sloppily on your side.

At that moment, Tom stepped out of the restaurant, curious when he didn’t see you. It wasn’t like you to leave him. Even if you were tired and wanted to go home, you would always ride together. You wouldn't just disappear. He was about to call out for you or call you, but then he saw your shiny black heels sticking out of the alleyway.

“Y/N?” he said, his stomach sinking at the sight. The rest of your body was out of sight to him so he began to move quickly to see what had happened, yet when he turned the corner he thought he would be sick. “Oh my god,” he breathed, horrified. He rushed over to you, not caring that his expensive suit was getting dirty in the wet alleyway as he cradled your head and knelt next to you.

“Y/N? Y/N? Talk to me,” he said, but all you could do was murmur. He pulled out his phone and called 911 immediately. He told them where he was, and that you appeared to be bleeding a lot but had no idea why. As soon as the call ended, he pulled you close to him. “Y/N, hang on, hang on. Help is on the way,” he said as he rocked you back and forth, kissing your hair. “Y/N, if you can say something, please speak, make a noise, something so I know you’re going to be okay…” he practically begged.  

When no sound came from you though, he couldn’t help the tears that fell on his cheeks.

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