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txtaetertots · 10 months

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hellooo all~

i've been feeling kinda icky since last night and i don't feel comfortable updating my au just yet until i address this myself. i hope you don't mind.. and also anyone who didn't know about this i hope you don't get turned off from my aus over this 😭

i've already sent fairybinie a dm about it but i feel like i owe it to their followers to address it to them personally as well because i'm aware they're keeping tabs on me and my smau. i had a feeling that ask i received about my inspiration was a little weird bc people don't normally ask that especially in that manner. thought i was just overthinking it and just brushed it off. but it got the best of me and after some digging i found kdt as well as the asks and comments on fairybinie's blog about me and my smau.

i understand their followers believe my au is plagiarizing fairybinie's au kiss don't tell. and i can totally see how you could assume that given that our synopses are practically identical aside from a few key plot points. same general idea though with the whole hs drama club aspect. and i can assure you that i did not intentionally steal fairybinie's idea. i promise you this was entirely my original idea. it's just a really crazy coincidence i guess.

this idea has been in my drive since 2021. the original idea was slightly different to what i have now but it's still the same main concept. that was last modified a year ago in may 2022. here's a screenshot of the doc details as well as the general idea i had for the fic!

then, january 2023, i revisted the document and drafted the current version in my notes app. i was going to post in january but i was very busy with school so i decided to postpone it until summer when i could ensure i had more time. which is also why a majority of my character profiles list their creation date as january 2023 since.. that's when i created them.. :')

i don't prefer to seek inspiration from reading other people's works (but now i'm thinking i should at least review some when i do get an idea so i can avoid this again bc wow big oof on my end). i usually get it from consuming big media like tv, films, music, etc. which is how i got this idea. i watched movies like hairspray and grease which influenced how the current version of my au came to be.

again. i'm truly so sorry that i've caused so many of you to worry. that was never my intention and i'm sorry it appeared to be that way. and i don't blame any of you for reacting and moving the way you did! it was totally valid and fairybinie is very lucky to have people who care so deeply about their work and efforts. but i hope you accept my explanation and apology or at least understand where im coming from and believe me.

hopefully this doesn't deter anyone from giving my works a chance or continuing to read hopelessly devoted tho.. i was really looking forward to sharing my ideas with you guys but i feel like my name has already been tainted without having a proper chance to even create a name for myself yet 💀 sorrows sorrows

i will be updating my au again soon. had a bit of writers block bc i just could not get this issue out of my head. it felt wrong trying to update and ignore the issue when i know there are people watching me like a hawk with negative connotations. pls don't be mad.. 🥲

((if you don't want to continue reading hopelessly devoted tho i totally understand i mean this isn't the greatest image i've got going on right now but thank you at least for giving me a chance!))

#i feel like a rookie idol getting a scandal on the first day of the job omg #pls don't be mad at me for trying to defend myself and save my name 🥲#pls forgive me this was so long i have anxiety and this was making me sweat pleek

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girlnextmorgue · 2 years

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Living Room Dance Party: Creepypasta Edition

NOTICE: This post is a reupload from my old Creepypasta fanfiction blog (now my main blog). If you've seen it before, that's probably because it was posted there first! I pinky promise that I'm not stealing anything, simply moving my old work here for organization purposes.

ORIGINALLY POSTED 10/17/21

BG anon asked:

Hi hi! I was just wondering if i could request some hcs of the creeps dancing in the living room? Like, Ben puts on some hella jams and reader pushes the furniture to the sides of the room so they can dance. Like who would join in, who would stare awkwardly, who would laugh at them etc? Thank you! -BG anon 🌸

okay FINALLY i'm getting to this request, i'm so sorry for the very very long wait. here is a playlist i made for your listening pleasure; mostly just stuff that felt very dancy when i made it. also feel free to follow me on spotify hahaa.... sometimes my playlists slap.....

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For Jeff, it mostly depends on what kind of mood he's in. If he's going all Oscar the Grouch on everyone in the mansion, then you can bet he'll bolt up the stairs the second that any sort of music comes on. Sometimes he'll even make it a point to stay sitting on the couch when you try to move it, with a dirty look to top it all off. If he is in the mood to dance, however, you can bet that he and BEN will do all types of goofy shit. Really bad waltzing, the tango, maybe even karaoke if you're lucky.

BEN is usually the instigator for dance breaks, so he's definitely going to be at the center of the action. He has a routine for every song that plays, no matter what. He's the type of guy to dance alone in his room at night (I pity whoever's room is near his on any given night) if he feels like it, so he's always prepared to pretend like he's on Dancing with the Stars with Jeff. They definitely aren't getting any perfect scores anytime soon, though.

As for Toby, it also depends on his mood. He gets kind of embarrassed if he has to dance in front of people (he's grateful that he never had to experience a high school dance), but usually BEN and Jeff can pull him into it. He needs to be sure that people aren't judging him before he can actually have fun with it, though. The guy needs constant reassurance, which his dopey friends have no problem providing most of the time.

Tim? Absolutely not. He's a no-bullshit person as it is, and he feels iffy about dancing like an idiot with other idiots. It's not his scene, but most of the songs are kind of his jam, so he probably would pretend to chaperone everyone while quietly humming along to Cyndi Lauper.

On the other hand, Brian does not give a shit about looking stupid. He's tried to pull Tim over to dance before (contributing to Tim's hatred of dance parties), but unfortunately it hasn't worked... yet. Brian definitely leads the YMCA, and will pretend to be Meryl Streep in Mamma Mia! whenever an Abba song comes on. He's the most reassuring towards Toby by far; he doesn't want anyone to feel bad about having fun. It's kind of why he's so insistent on Tim at least trying to dance.

When she's around, and in a good mood (usually when Jeff is in a bad mood), Jane is totally down to dance. She kinda digs musical theater, and definitely participated in high school plays, so she loves singing along to any song that comes on. She knows how to do the hand jive from Grease and will totally participate in recreating a performance of Super Trouper with Brian and any other willing volunteers.

Natalie loves to watch everyone dance, but it also isn't really her scene. If someone pulls her in to dance, she wouldn't be too enthusiastic about it, but she'd try to have fun with it anyway. She prefers sitting on the couch and grooving to the music, and maybe even taking a few pictures of everyone having fun to save for later.

Nina takes dance parties very seriously. She can and will start a dance battle, and she'd have fun with it even if she loses. She isn't really a very good dancer; it's more like she flails and jumps around. But it's fun for her, and it's fun to watch! Her happiness is very infectious to the people around her, so even people in a sour mood will at least appreciate her enthusiasm.

Dance parties are usually EJ's cue to leave. As much fun as he would find it under different circumstances, he just usually isn't in the mood. He would need to have strong friendships with everyone in the mansion in order to be even a little outgoing. So yeah, he pretty much evaporates once things get a little bit crazy. Maybe one day he'll be comfortable enough, but that isn't anytime soon.

LJ, however, relishes dance parties. His dance moves are a little weird, to say the least, and he wasn't all that familiar with any of the songs on the playlist at first, but as these little dance breaks got more frequent he familiarized himself with them. His favorite is probably the Love Shack. Like Nina, LJ's enthusiasm is infectious, so everyone has a little more fun whenever he's around.

Helen... hell no. In a private room with people that he is comfortable with? Maybe. But in the living room of the mansion with multiple people that he isn't close with at all? Absolutely not. He might watch a little forlornly from the top of the steps, and maybe even quietly hum along to the music, but unless someone pushes his social boundaries he's staying where he is.

Liu, like Natalie, isn't much of a dancer. He's also much less of a social butterfly, so he isn't going to be getting up and dancing anytime soon. He knows and loves all of the songs, but he will stay glued to the couch. Liu won't even move with a bribe. He just likes watching everyone have fun; it makes him happy!

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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hello, lovely. i'm stalking you today but not on purpose. can i pretty please request general - #12 on the prompt list with din djarin? i'm feeling soft today. 🥰 thank you.

Glittering Silver [Din Djarin x Gender Neutral!Reader]

Prompt: “Come back to bed, please.”

Summary: The Mandalorian hasn’t been sleeping much lately, and tonight is the night you find out why.

Warnings: mutual pining, soft fluff/smidge of angst. [Rated T]

Reblogs appreciated because it’s not showing up in tags🤍

It was hard to tell whether or not you were overstepping. You were, after all, only ‘crew’ on the Crest. You weren’t even sure if you could call Din a friend, really. You’d like to think he considered you a friend. You helped with his kid and he occasionally showed you sentiments of gratitude. But, he wasn’t the easiest of people to read.

The past few nights, something had been preying on his mind. Something had been keeping him awake. In the darkness of the hull, you could hear the clattering off his beskar armour as he dropped it to the ground. You usually slept on the floor, with a crocheted blanket that Din purchased especially for you, from a market in the Illenium System. “My pilot chair is a lot more comfortable,” his gruff voice would tell you, every damned night. “Or my bed.”

But you were used to sleeping on the floor; and with the blanket, it truly wasn’t so bad.

Despite it being completely pitch black, you could just about make out the glittering silver that shone by your feet. He’d discarded his plates of armour into a pile and was now wearing only his dark grey sweatshirt and black pants. He was circling around you, his footsteps heavy as he paced back and forth.

“...Din?” you rasped out, rubbing your tired eyes. There was no way of telling just how late it was.

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

“You’re awake.” Din’s voice was sweet like honey, but also, unmodulated. His words came out like a statement, rather than a question, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he sounded panicked.

You didn’t exactly want to tell him how his antics had been keeping you awake these past few nights; or how you were more than aware of his newfound habit of pacing around in anxious circles by your feet.

You knew he wasn’t wearing his helmet and so, out of respect, you closed your eyes again.

“What’s wrong?” you simply asked, tredding lightly on your words. Din was never one to open up or talk about his feelings.

“Can’t sleep.” he responded.

Go figure.

“Why?”

Another pause.

“You can’t be comfortable on the floor,” he huffed, and Maker, he sounded frustrated more than anything else. “Just— come to bed with me, please.”

It’s what he’d been asking of you for weeks now.

Was that really what had been preying on his mind? Your comfort? Surely not. You’d expressed more than enough times you were fine sleeping on the floor.

It’s not that you didn’t want to sleep with Din... you actually really liked the thought of your bodies crushed up together in such a close proximity. You liked the feeling of being snug against his chest and hearing his gentle snores. Maker, you liked him. It’s just, you didn’t want to overstep your boundaries.

“There’s not a chance the two of us will fit in that metal slab you call a bed,” you chuckled softly, dodging his request just like he’d dodged yours. “Why don’t you lay here, on the floor? There’s more than enough room.”

“I can’t.” he replied sadly. His dejected tone only confused you further.

“What do you mean, you can’t?” You padded down the floor next to you with your hand and straightened out your blanket.

“It won’t help.”

Won’t help what, exactly? You stiffened slightly. “I’m not following...”

Din sighed. “It won’t help,” he snapped again, this time his voice even more gruff and angrier than you’d ever heard him before. “You were only meant to be crew. Only meant to help with repairs on the ship and take care of the kid and— that’s it! That’s all you were supposed to be!”

“Din I don’t— I don’t understand—“

“Do you not want to sleep with me, is that it? Because I’d never force you, but just— make it clear. Be clear with me.”

“Is that what this is about?” you quizzed, completely and utterly baffled.

“I— I— agh,” Din kicked the pile of beskar armour, and cursed in a language you could only assume was Mando’a. “I have feelings for you!” He shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls in the dead of night. “And I shouldn’t! I know I shouldn’t. But listen, you always look so pretty when you’re fixing up the engine and you have grease on your cheeks and oil splatters on your clothes, and your hair is sticking up in random directions. When I see you holding Grogu, my heart melts. And I feel bad for him because he loves you so much. He’ll be broken when you eventually leave. Because everyone always leaves eventually.”

Sometime during his outburst, you had stood up and tried to make your way over to him, your eyes still shut. Your arms were extended, trying your hardest to feel the way. Your stomach burst into butterflies when Din grabbed onto your hands and steadied you.

“Who says that I want to leave?” you sniffed, feeling completely and utterly full by his revelation. “I— I have feelings for you too.”

Din made a exasperated sound and dropped one of your hands. “No,” he muttered. “You haven’t even seen my face. How can you have feelings for me? You won’t even sleep with me.”

You let go off his hands and reached up, cupping his face. In the darkness, you could feel the brassiness of his stubble and the sharpness of his jaw. No, you couldn’t see his face, and you were fine with that, but there was something so special about him letting you touch you this way. It was an intimacy you’d never experienced before.

“Come back to bed, please.” you whispered.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Din croaked, trying to fight back tears.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, softly shushing the bounty hunter. “Come back to bed with me. Let me hold you.”

He did, eventually, without any further protest.

Knowing he was comfortable in his own bed, you slipped in next to him. There was no need for any more fighting or arguing when you both felt the same way about each other. Your mind was racing a million miles an hour, in complete disbelief that he actually liked you back. It felt like a dream you were unable to even fathom.

It was cozy at least, your warm bodies pressed against each other just like you’d imagined. You wrapped a tired arm around Din’s torso and shuffled into his chest.

“I do have feelings for you, Din,” you admitted. “I have for a long time. I didn’t want to sleep with you because I was scared.”

“Scared of me?” Din asked.

“No,” you replied. “Scared of what it might do to us. I didn’t know where we stood.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

You smiled to yourself and reached down to hold his hand. “I’m just glad I know now.”

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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Prompt 212! I hope it's a good one, but it's your writing so I'm sure it'll be fantastic! Congrats again on 500!! 💕😊💖 -opaldraws

@opaldraws yeah I’m also tagging your other blog, what about it 😌💕

212. “Did you just call to get off to my voice?”

Now, I haven’t written it a lot, but I absolutely L O V E phone sex fics, and for the sake of it, I’ve written this a bit into the future; not quiet a modern day au, but more of an... early 2000′s au, because I wanted them to have phones, but not something modern and smart, so for the sake of the prompt, imagine that they both have that super iconic Nokia 3310, you know exactly which one 😂😂🤣

Also this includes mechanic Billy, another of my favourite aus

Thank you again so much for prompting me, babe!!!! I think it’s fantastic, so, for your pleasure, 1.7k words, enjoy~

Steve rolls around in sheets that still smell of Billy. He stretches out with a grunt, naked and lazy blissful, the clock on his side of the bed says 10:13 am, on a typical Tuesday morning. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stares at a water stain in the corner of the ceiling, one which Billy claims that if you squint, it looks like a voluptuous woman.

To think, three months they’ve lived here now, a shitty little one bedroom apartment down on mainstreet, walking distance from the workshop and Family Video, yet Billy insists every day on driving the camaro, revving the engine and showing off in front of his envious coworkers.

Three months since they became official, three months since Neil kicked Billy out, three months since Steve’s father cut him out of the will.

Three months they’ve spent every night together, yet, as Steve presses his face into Billy’s pillow, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat, he still yearns all the same as he did back in high school. The same old desperation and neediness fills him just at the mere thought of his boyfriend. And he’s hardly to blame, being naked in their bed, in their apartment.

He breathes in deep again and sighs contentedly into the fabric, raising his hips to allow for a hand to slip beneath, fingers grazing gently across hardening flesh.

Their schedules don’t always align, Billy being off on weekends, Steve on, leaving the poor brunette home alone Tuesdays and Thursdays. And he misses him already, as needy and pathetic and clingy as that might be, making him anxious and doubtful, but Billy calls it cute and sweet and that, “I miss you, too, baby,” so maybe someday Steve will learn that this kind of behaviour and thought is ok when you’re in love, and won’t get pushed away for it.

Billy never pushes him away, no he holds him, kisses him, loves him. Tells him every day with the sweetest kisses. In the mornings when they’re rushing off to work because they stayed in bed for too long. In the evening when they’re cooking dinner and eating together by the little round table. In the night when they’re pressed together soft and slow, rough and fast, skin on skin on skin.

Steve closes his hand around his full dick and strokes at a far too slow pace, enjoying the pleasant sparks that spread around his lower abdomen and thighs, not enough for release, but enough for him to moan lightly into Billy’s pillow. He runs his other arm beneath it to hug it tighter against his face, wishing to be as close to Billy as he can right now.

God he really needs Billy right now… Billy Billy Billy… If he closes his eyes and focuses hard enough, he can almost imagine that it’s Billy’s hand stroking him now, calloused and worn from work, strong and firm, he tightens his grip, thrusting into his fingers with jittery and impatient hips.

He turns his head to look at his phone on the bedside table, thinking, tempted to call. And he only really wastes a few brief seconds convincing himself, before he’s reaching for it with his free hand, the motion of his other hand becoming lackadaisical as he finds Billy’s phone number on his phone.

The ringing like a drum solo, his heart beating hard and loud in tact.

“Hey honey,” Billy says with a voice pure with adoration, and Steve’s heart calms down immediately, feeling his dulcet tone embrace his heart.

“You’re up early,” he teases.

“Yeah, I…” Steve trails off, not really sure what to say, just really wanted to listen to Billy talk. “H-how’s work?”

“Oh you won’t believe what I’m looking at!” the eagerness in his voice palpable, “This old couple comes in with the most gorgeous Cadillac from the 70s! Says they’re taking retirement ‘on the road’, but it’s been sputtering an awful lot lately, so now,” he pauses for the sake of dramatic effect, “I get to clean this old gals engine! New spark plugs, cleaning the carburetor, and an oil change on the house.”

Even if Steve doesn’t know what any of that really means, he gets a near second-hand thrill from how excited Billy is. Also it paints a perfect picture, Billy with his jumpsuit tied around his waist because he loves to show off those arms, covered in oil and grease and sweat, the dirty, white tank top, hair tied back.

There’s a longer pause before Billy asks, “What are you up to?” something in his tone that might imply he knows exactly what Steve’s doing.

“I-I’m still in bed,” Steve responds with all the self-control he has, albeit not a lot of it.

“Oh yeah?” Billy’s voice deep and raspy all of a sudden. “And what are you doing in bed? Because it doesn’t sound like you’re sleeping.”

Steve rolls on to his back and looks down at where his prick has started leaking; the pre helping with the dryness as he swipes his thumb over the head.

“Come on, princess,” Billy drawls when there’s no response, “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I-I- ahh…” Steve moans gingerly before biting down on his lip. “I’m touching myself.”

“Thinking about anyone in particular?”

The obvious answer being, “You.”

His phone nearly vibrates when Billy chuckles like rolling thunder. “So… did you just call to get off to my voice?”

“Yes,” Steve says without a filter, lust slowly pulling him apart as he jerks a bit faster to the sensuous tone of Billy.

“That’s awfully naughty of you.”

A breathless, “Fuck,” escapes him as he screws his eyes shot to picture Billy again.

“Calling me like this, in the middle of my work day… Do you know how hard that makes me? Listening to you pant and moan like that? Making it impossible to focus on my work, baby.”

He leans into the phone, moans a bit louder, unadulterated, let’s out a slight, “Billy…”

And Billy laughs. “Oh that’s so unfair, you saying my name like that when I can’t do anything about it. When I come home later, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The echo of a lock comes through the phone and Steve blinks open.

“What are you doing?”

Next he hears just a light clink of a belt.

“I’m in the employees bathroom, taking a break. You didn’t think I’d just let you get off on your own, did you? Don’t be so selfish.”

“Billy, are you-”

“I am,” he sighs with satisfaction - a roughness to the edge of his voice.

A sigh and insinuation that gives Steve all the right clues for the perfect picture of Billy, sitting with his legs spread out, cock out through the hole in his boxers to stroke it, making Steve’s own kick and drip more. He slides further down their bed as he raises his hips into his fist, closing his eyes again to focus on Billy’s breathing, his words.

“Mmmh, when I get off from work, when I get home in 4 hours, you better be naked, waiting for me as I step through the door.”

Steve imagines it just so, listening to Billy like he’s being told a story- a promise.

“We won’t make it to the bedroom - I can’t wait that long to touch you again.”

“Billy,” he whines and runs his hand a bit too fast, chasing an all too soon release.

“I’m gonna have you bent over the dining table, eating you out till you’re begging me to finger you open. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”

“Yes, yes, oh fuck-”

Each word sending static shivers through his entire being, making him buck his hips harder, thrusting with abandon into the whimsical motion of his hand. He presses the phone between his face and the pillow, to allow his left hand the freedom to go down, squeezing his balls tenderly, pressing and massaging his taint beneath.

“God, shit- arrh- listen to you, princess, so obedient and willing… Getting so wet just from my voice, hmmm…” his deep, carnal humming vibrates through the phone. “And once you’re all stretched out and ready from four of my fingers, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be on the verge of tears, all sensitive from my big cock.”

“Please, Billy,” he whines, oh so close, the fuse burning quickly at the speed of his hand.

“Fuck I love it when you say my name like that, all needy and horny and pliant, begging for me to pound your ass, fuck- ah-”

“Billy,” Steve whines and really milks it for all it’s worth, drawing it out into a full moan. “Billy I’m so close.”

“Let me hear you cum, baby,” Billy growls out, rugged with laboured breathing.

“God, fuck- fuck, a-ah-” And Steve doesn’t keep quiet, opens wide as he arches his back, lifts his hips high into the air as he pumps himself with fervor, cum spurting from his throbbing cock and onto his chest, a splash reaching his throat from the raised angle. Billy has, on numerous occasions, called it “pornographic,” says that Steve gives a better performance, riding on his dick, than any of the actors on tape.

Billy grunts and groans on the other end, struggling to keep his own euphoria down no doubt, but it is clear to Steve that his boyfriend is right there with him, and listening to him cum gives him a deep rooted thrill, an incredible sense of satisfaction that can almost rival his own orgasm.

They pant and gasp for air together, Billy sounding more like he’s been diving too deep for too long, but chuckles all the same.

“Mmmmh glad you called, bambi,” he hums deep and satisfied and happy.

A joy that brings such elation to Steve’s own heart.

“Me, too,” he laughs back, short and utterly exhausted. He could absolutely go for a nap now.

“Now, you have…” a pause as Billy no doubt looks at his wristwatch, “three hours and about twenty minutes to get cleaned up, regain your energy, and drink lots of water, because when I get home, I’m gonna have to punish you for this.”

#Harringrove #My Writing #Lemon #500 Followers #Mystery Prompt #Mechanic Billy #Opaldraws #trashycatarcade

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javisjeanjacket · 4 years

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Kids - (poe dameron x fem!reader)

A/N: Heyoooo!! SHE’S BACK! I’m starting back with a quickie;) because I am still getting used to my new home and am not emotionally settled in yet. You know how it is. This one is inspired by Orville Peck’s ‘Kids’. It’s a banger so you should listen to it as well!

If I used your gif, please shoot me a message so I can add your tag! :)

Word count: 900

Warnings: lil angst, I cursed

The voice of Shara Bey filtered through the small sunlit house to reach the two playing toddlers stationed in the living room.

"Poe! Share with Y/N." She scolded her son.

The small black haired boy knocked his toy X-Wing against his friend's forehead, giving her a swollen welt the size of a Whisperbird egg.

She cried out and clutched her head, dropping her grip on Poe's toy.

The small boy waddled off hurriedly in the direction of his room. He was halfway to his door when a strong hand wrapped onto his shirt and yanked him backwards.

"Poe Dameron you apologize right now!" Shara exclaimed, her voice sterner than the small boy had ever heard it before.

Poe whimpered in his mother's strong grasp.

She pulled him into the crook of one elbow, carrying him like a football, back towards the screaming Y/N.

Shara's husband, Kes Dameron, entered the living room from his workshop, his hands covered with mechanical grease. "Shara, what's...?" His words trailed off as he looked over the scene and began to put the pieces together. The man reached down to pick up the squealing girl and cradle her in his arms. He ran a hand over her welt and she yelped in pain.

"Poe, you need to apologize to Y/N." Shara said, her gaze firm on the squirming boy in her arms.

Poe whined for a beat and then said, "But, it's not fair, Mommy! She has a toy and she tried to take mine!"

"Not everything in life is fair, Poe. That doesn't mean you get to be mean, you understand?" One of her dark eyebrows raised.

The small boy sighed and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"I don't think she can hear you, son." Kes said, nodding to the wailing girl in his arms.

"I'm sorry Y/N." Poe said again, extravagantly emphasizing every word.

"Good. Now, get in your room, mister. You're in time out." Shara said as she dropped him back to the ground.

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Jolting out of his slumber, Poe Dameron sat up in his bed. He ran a hand through his thick black hair and over his stubble-ridden face.

His dream began to dissipate from his mind and the day in front of him began to materialize.

'Have to go to briefing in 20 minutes, need to double check the hyperdrive on Black One before the mission this afternoon, should probably shower-' His to-do list for the day was interrupted by the jingle of an incoming call on his holomessager.

Poe leaned over in bed and took the singing device from his nightstand. His eyes scanned over the Aurebesh on the device, denoting who his call was from.

"Y/N!" Poe said, the excitement in his voice causing it to warble. The man flipped the blanket and sheets off his bed and hurried to his closet, pulling the first pair of pants he could find. He snapped them on and then clicked the answer key on his holomessager.

Your face shone brightly on the screen in front of him, your mouth pulled back in a smile and the small scar Poe gave you on your forehead. "Dameron! How's my favorite Resistance member?"

Poe smiled and rubbed his palm across the back of his neck. "Hey, Y/N. It's good to hear from you."

You sighed and shifted your hips. "Yeah, sorry it took so long to get back to you, we had to move our Base out of Bagano. First Order troops crash landed here and some of them survived to call for a rescue transport, which-"

"Brought even more First Order troops to your secret Base." The Commander nodded in understanding.

"Right." You replied, your bottom lip in your mouth.

Poe chuckled. "I can't believe neither one of us have died yet."

You laughed. "I can't believe it either. With all the shit both of us have been through."

"Remember our first flying lesson? Without BB-8, we wouldn't have made it out of that one." The pilot shook his head in wonder.

"BB-8 is the only reason either of us are alive, I'm pretty sure."

Poe snickered and grabbed a shirt from his closet and pulled it on.

"Poe?" You asked, your voice suddenly quiet.

"Hmm?" He responded.

"Promise you'll keep calling me until one of us dies?"

The Commander's eyebrows scrunched. "Y/N, of course. I thought that was the deal."

"Good...." You bit your lip, vying to keep your heart from spilling down your lips. "You're like the only thing that keeps me sane in this war."

Poe nodded and looked down at his bare feet. "I feel the same way about you."

"I wish we could-" Your chest tightened.

"Me too." He interrupted. "I thought that I was dreaming. The first time you kissed me." Poe's voice clipped towards the end of his sentiment. His face drew back in shock at his confession.

"Poe..." You shook your head.

The man on the other side of your holomessager kept up his momentum, "But, I know this isn't the academy anymore; I know that."

You nodded your head, "We can't go back to being those kids again, Dameron."

"Maybe we don't have to be those kids again, maybe we can just be us. Together."

The backs of your eyes pricked hot with emotion. You swallowed, "We have to make it out of this thing alive first."

Poe nodded his head and took his top lip into his mouth. "Yeah."

"Just keep calling me, Dameron." You whispered.

"I will. I still really, really love you." He smiled, the sides of his eyes pained with the distance between the two of you.

You smiled gently back. "I still really, really, love you too."

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