#Drew is getting his ass BEAT y’all

[cupophrogs]

WITHIN MY SWORD’S LENGTH SET HIM. IF HE ‘SCAPE, HEAVEN FORGIVE HIM TOO.

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[risingoftime]

TWO STEP TRAP | SMOKE STACK TWINS X F!READER |

You are one of the best dancers at the Midnight Blues joint in Chicago; it was only a matter of time before you encountered the Smoke Stack Twins. Their names linger in the club like perfume and cigars. If you are in the scene, you know them… and of course, they knew you.

contains: 18+ mdni, prequel to sinners, dancer!reader, porn with plot, smut, oral (Stack is a eater), threesome, p in v, pet names, man handling, body worshipping?? talking you through it, fingering, fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time.

You picked up your pace as you looked down at the watch on your wrist. It was nearly ten pm, and Marcus would threaten to lock your ass out if you didn’t arrive on time. He knew better though, you were the one that everyone came to see. Word spread quickly in the streets of Chicago, but there’s a place folks whisper about but rarely name out loud for fear of the White man hearing. It ain’t on any map called The Last Two Step, but if you know the right knock and carry enough heartbreak in your shoes, it’ll guide you behind an unmarked door at the edge of South Parkway Boulevard. In the joint, velvet smoke curls through the air, and every note from Ambrose’s piano drips slow and sticky, like honey off a blade. The Last Two Step is where time forgets itself in the sway of hips and the clink of glasses filled with bourbon. Nobody stumbles in by accident. If you find yourself there, something or someone wanted you to. And once you cross that threshold, baby, the night decides what happens next.

At the corner of your eye, you could see a slightly older, light-skinned woman shimmying her body down the alley to the hidden doorway of the club. “Miss Felicity! Wait up & hold the door, will you?” You hollered. Her head whipped to look behind her in alarm, but her glare softened once she saw you quickly following after her. She laughed at you as you tried to steady your breath.

“When will you learn your lesson and stop rushing at the last minute?” Felicity shook her head as you hurried inside and double-checked to see if anyone followed after y'all.

You flashed her a grin and said, “Probably right after you stop pretending you don’t love the thrill. Chaos builds character. Have you ever heard that?”

“Girl, you’re practically asking for trouble,” she muttered. Ambrose and the boys were still setting up the stage and tuning their instruments when you passed the wooden dance floor towards the changerooms in the back. Their eyes tracked the way you walked and paused to sneak a peek at your backside when they thought you wouldn’t notice. They were never slick enough to avoid getting caught. “Y’all are no better than little boys!” Felicity swatted at them as she climbed onto the stage and straightened her skirt. Felicity’s voice carried throughout the establishment even when she wasn’t singing and harmonizing with the band.

“Can’t blame us for admiring!” one of them defended.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed into the changeroom, more like a storage closet the dancers used to store their things and prepare for the night. Soon enough, the floor out there would be packed with sweaty bodies, hungry eyes, and a swanky beat that was hard to resist. And you? You’d be right in the middle, moving like a snake, soaking up the spotlight like it was poured just for you. Showing off your sultry moves, enticing the eyes of whoever looked upon you.

You weren’t just entertainment. You were a magnet. Marcus, the owner, knew it too. He would give you some of the shares to keep the crowd thick and thirsty, which is why he called you “eye candy.” A walking advertisement, you were good publicity for his juke joint. The three other girls in the room with you, Jacqueline, Deborah, and Ann, had the same deal. They didn’t care for me much, never had been. You drew too much attention, and it didn’t help that you didn’t come from the same background as them. You were the daughter of sharecroppers or “cotton pickers,” they say. Your skin was dark and smooth, shimmering in the light and under sweat. Your full lips, tantalizing gaze, and body that bloomed too fast for your age made you all the more unforgettable. Slim, sultry, and curved just right were the words used to describe her.

Looking into the handheld mirror as you finished the last touches to your makeup, you could see Marcus in the corner of your eye. “Baby, I ain’t paying you to doll yourself up and hide away!” His tone was playful, but there was an edge to his voice, and you knew that if you said the wrong thing, Marcus’ temper would appear. That is probably why he still ain’t been able to keep a woman. He’s only truly satisfied when he's drunk.

“Geez, what’s the hurry?” you whined as you hiked up your skirt higher to show more of your bare legs and patted down any stray hairs on your head from the finger curls.

“I gotta handle some business with the twins. Show ’em this is the kinda spot they wanna put their money in,” Marcus said, smoothing down his vest with a wink. The mention of the twins made your ears perk up. Smoke & Stack weren’t just names; they were similar to legends, stitched into the underbelly of Chicago. You didn’t just meet the Smoke Stack twins, you survived an encounter with them. If they were sniffing around Marcus’s place, it meant money was about to flow, and trouble wasn’t too far behind.

The music thrummed through your body and travelled to your chest as you allowed yourself to get lost in the rhythm and blues. All around you, a sea of Black bodies moved as one to the voice of Felicity and Ambrose’s band. In the night, they became a living and breathing entity under the heavy and melliferous air of the juke joint. The outside world slipped away in this moment, and all that mattered was the here and now. This is why you always answered the call of The Last Two Step, chasing the high of being free and being a person who is looked up to and not down upon. So far, there were no signs of the twins, and Marcus was growing more antsy by the minute. He’s resorted to pouring you more alcohol than he could offer, anything to make the party look wild and enticing to anyone who came inside.

Anticipation is the sweetest form of torture, and when the identical twins strolled through the entrance, it seemed as though the room truly came alive. Your eyes met with one of them. It wasn’t easy to tell them apart. He flashed a crooked smile, revealing a set of grills over his canines and front teeth. You twirled lightly, letting your waist roll slowly and deliberately. A glance over your shoulder caught the twins approaching Marcus at the bar, who suddenly looked boyish beside their commanding, muscular forms. Marcus was tall, handsome, and fit, but the twins had a figure that only one could have achieved by working hard in the fields.

Jacqueline broke you out of your thoughts when she walked beside you, “If one of those twins so much as smiled my way, I'd be slippin' outta my panties without a second thought.” She looked at the group of men with hungry eyes, drinking them in. You couldn’t blame her, but you’d be damned if any of the other dancers got a taste of the twins before you did. If the rumours were true, the twins were hung like a horse and knew how to eat a girl out so well that she could start humming in colours she had never seen before.

You watched as Deborah and Jacqueline positioned themselves near the twins and got brutally ignored. Better them than you. It’s better that you learn what not to do through them than make a fool of yourself. Moments passed as you danced amongst the crowd, and the music began to slow into a two-step dance, and people began to couple off. Scanning the crowd, you could see a man making his way to you. He’s been ogling you for most of the night and didn’t look too rough. Shit, one dance won’t hurt, right? It’s not like it’ll be your first or last.

Mid-stride, one of the twins drawled, “Ease up, kid,” bumpin’ his shoulder with a grin. “I’ll take it from here, see?”

The young man screwed up his face, about to give the southern gentlemen a piece of his mind but thought better of it when he saw the twin flash him a crooked smile. Smoothing out his button-up shirt, the young man puffed out his chest and recovered quickly. “No worries, boss.” He gave me a once-over before nodding his head in dismissal. The unnamed twin didn’t even bother to turn his head to ensure he was gone before extending a hand in your direction.

“May I have this dance?” His smile revealed the notorious grill the twins were famous for, shining faintly in the dimly lit venue. You couldn’t recall whether it was Smoke or Stack who wore it. Ultimately, did it matter? You paused and accepted his hand. His warm, large, and calloused grip completely enveloped your hand. Aside from counting cash, your thoughts drifted to what else his fingers might be good at. He instantly pulled you in closer with ease. Your bodies were flush against each other, now chest to chest. You peered up at him.

“Well, I don’t have much of a choice, now do I?” You countered. The chuckle that left his throat vibrated throughout his whole body. It didn’t help that when you took a breath to calm your erratic heart, his cologne and natural fragrance evaded your senses. As the two of you fell into rhythm with the music, the thoughts running in your head were anything but holy. It was rare for a man to elicit such a response from you on the first encounter.

“A lady always has a choice,” he rebutted, voice like molasses slow drippin’ off a spoon.

“Who said I was a lady?” you challenged, chin tilted and your cheeks filled with heat. Once it slipped out of your mouth, there was no snatching it back. You've always been reckless with how words leapt past your lips without permission. He didn’t as much as blink at your question and didn’t smirk either. Just stepped in closer, real close, until the scent of smoke, cologne, and something else curled in your nose again. His thigh rose between your legs, stopping just shy of making contact with your center, enough to make your breath catch in your throat, dipping you down and pulling you back up in time with the strums of the guitar that played aloud.

“Then I reckon I ain’t gotta treat you like one,” he murmured, voice pitched low and dangerous, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I do like a woman who talks back.” You swore your knees might buckle right there. “S’wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” he joked to lighten the obvious tension that grew quickly between you two. You could hear your heartbeat over the hum of the blues and chatter surrounding you. His thigh lingered, firm and deliberate, almost making you forget your damn name. But you weren’t going to let him have the upper hand. Not entirely.

Leaning in just a little, with parted lips and sharp eyes. “And what do they call you, stranger?” your voice came out strong and daring like you weren’t already trying to keep your head on straight.

He didn’t answer right away, dragging his gaze from your eyes to your lips, then down to the space between you that barely existed anymore. “They call me Stack,” he finally said, a slow smile began curling at the corner of his mouth. “But you can call me Elias Moore.” He said it like a promise as he lowered his deep red fedora hat, his eyes never leaving yours. His name hung in the air, impossible to ignore. The kind of name a woman didn’t forget, even if she wanted to. The Elias Stack Moore stood before you. Being his girl could open up more doors for you than you could count.

“Come on,” he drawled, his hand brushing the small of your back. “Dance floor’s gettin’ too damn crowded for what I got in mind.” You felt him guide you, firm but unhurried, through the sea of moving bodies, past the haze of cigar smoke and spilled bourbon. Nobody paid y’all any mind. Juke joints were built on secrets and sideway glances anyway.

The changeroom door creaked as he pushed it open with his shoulder. The low bulb above our heads flickered like it knew what was coming. Inside, it smelled like lavender powder and dust. The old velvet curtains were draped over crates, hiding booze and our valuables. The crooked mirror watched us from their respective corners. He closed the door behind you with a click that felt louder than it was.

He leaned against it for a beat, arms crossed, watching you like he was still deciding whether to kiss you or ruin you slowly. “Now,” Stack’s voice dropped to a sinful hush, “where were we?”

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. This boy must’ve lost his goddamn mind if he thought the two of you were going to get hot and heavy in this sorry excuse of a change room. You weren’t a lady, but you had class and respect, very little of it, but it was there nonetheless. The two of you stood in the quiet room, and the silence stretched thick with possibility. Stack pushed off the door and lazily strolled toward you like he had all the time in the world. His boots barely made a sound on the old wooden floors. Every inch he closed made your skin feel tighter.

“You always this quiet when you want something?” he asked. Stack stopped shy of touching you, his hands at his sides like he dared you to lean in first. The nerves in your body buzzed like a live wire. You were all too aware of how your desires practically had you ready to drop to your knees. But you kept your face unreadable, and it was your best defence. You’d been raised to survive men like Elias Stack Moore. The smooth talkers with heat behind their eyes and a storm tucked inside their smiles.

“Depends on what I want,” you finally said. “And whether it’s worth the noise.”

“Oh, I’m worth it,” he replied. Stack threw his hat on the dressing room counter to reveal his face. But I ain’t cheap.” You gave him a steady look up and down. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of his skin. Everything he wore appeared nicely tailored to his physique, too.

“Neither am I,” you shot back.

Stack was now an inch away from your face, his warmth wrapped around you like steam off a kettle. His hand reached out, not to grasp nor to grope, but to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, rough fingers grazing your cheek like an invitation.

“Trust me, sugar, you keep carryin’ on as you do, and Chicago gon’ be hollerin’ your name louder than they ever did mine or my brother’s.”

“Well then,” you said, sliding your hand up his chest, fingers trailing the buttons of his shirt like you were counting sins, “guess it's a damn good thing I don't mind how my name sounds in another’s mouth.”

Shifting your hips just enough to make your intentions loud and clear without a single word more. Stack’s breath hitches just a little, but you caught it. You always did. You knew that taking it further would be a reckless mistake, but Lord, it’d feel like salvation. The end of a prolonged drought, giving in, would feel like the first rainfall. Wet, overwhelming, and too damn good to stop. Stack’s eyes told you he was ready to drown in it, and hell, you might just let him.

She didn't have to speak, just the slow roll of her hips were enough to knock the wind out of him. She knew how deep she could cut without drawing blood. His breath caught in his throat, bare and ragged. God help him. He wanted to ruin you in a way that leaves a mark and memory.

Stack knew better. He knew this would get messy. With a glance at your slicked thighs, Stack knew you'd provide no mercy.

Leaning in close, lips just shy of his ear. “Still quiet, Stack?” you whispered in a sweet and teasing voice. “I figured by now you'd know how to beg.” You loved turning his words and spinning them against him. His raw reactions were entertaining to see.

Stack’s jaw tightened, but his eyes didn't waver. “I don't beg, sugar,” his tone changed to a quiet and threatening one. “I take.”

You flashed him a wicked smile and hooked a finger around his belt buckle. “Then come take it.”

He didn't wait, with his hands on your waist, before you could exhale. His rough palms and fingers dug in as if he meant to claim something, or he already had.

“You sure about this?” He muttered against your neck, voice hoarse. Hot breath dragging over your skin. “Cause once I get started, I ain't stopping till I’ve wrung every drop outta yah.”

“Make good on allat talk,” you replied. That was all it took. Stack kissed you like he was desperate. Teeth and tongue felt like a little too much and not nearly enough. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed you up against the old brick wall, grinding against you with slow, punishing friction. His hands found the hem of your skirt, bunching it up, and slid a hand underneath with practiced ease.

“Fuck,” Stack groaned when he felt how soaked you already were. Two fingers slipped along your folds. “You tryna kill me, baby?”

“I ain't even started yet.”

He dropped to his knees like he'd been praying for the chance. Pulling your thighs apart and pushing your back against the cool wall. With a tongue hot and desperate, he licked up your pussy, groaning like you were his last meal. Your hand shot to his head, gripping tight, guiding him just as you liked it. He didn't need much. He was already lost in you. Every moan sounded like praise.

“That’s it,” you hissed, rocking yourself into his mouth. “Don’t fucking stop now.”

“I won’t,” Stack promised. Not until your legs were shaking, and his jaw was slick with you. Not until your pretty moans turned into curses and your body tried to escape, then pleasure only could chase you.

When he finally stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked at you, a man completely undone. Stack spun you around like it was second nature, pressing you into the wall with one hand, pinning your wrists above your head. His belt clinked open behind you, the soft grating of his zipper loud in the stillness.

"You sure you can take it, girl?" he muttered. Looking back, you could see Stack grip his thick length in his hand, pumping it up and down before lining his dick against your soaked entrance, teasing but firm. "Ain't no holding back tonight."

“Give it to me like you mean it,” you snapped.

Stack slammed into you in one cunning and possessive thrust. You gasped when your forehead hit the brick. He didn't give you a second to adjust, just wrapped an arm around your waist and started working his hips in a relentless tempo. The room echoed with sounds of skin meeting skin, moans, and his low curses. His other hand found your clit, and began rubbing small circles to make you fall apart all over again.

“You feel that?” he panted in your ear with pride. “This pussy is mine.”

You cried out, eyes fluttering shut from ecstasy. “Stack… fuck—” was all you managed to get out before he began grinding himself deeper inside.

Your orgasm was intense and all-consuming, tearing a high pitched outcry to escape your lips as you clenched your walls around him. Stack’s thrusts began to be uneven and passionate as he chased his own high. And just when he was on the edge, body trembling, and his muscles taut against yours…

“Well, goddam!”

Both of your heads snapped to the door. Stack froze inside of you, jaw clenched, with wide eyes at the sight of his twin brother.

Smoke stood there, curtly closing the door behind him and leaning against the doorframe like he walked in on a business deal instead of his brother balls deep in another’s soul.

“I come lookin’ for Stack and come to find this.” He gestured between the two of you with an amused look. “Y’all ain't even had the decency to lock the door?”

“Get the fuck out, Smoke,” Stack sounded feral.

Smoke smirked in return, kissing his teeth. “Don’t let me interrupt,” his fingers slipped behind him to turn the lock on the door. “Finish where you left off.”

Stack didn’t pull out. He didn’t even make a move as Smoke’s laughter faded. His grip on your hips tightened like he was claiming you harder now that he’d been seen. He was practically primal, yet there was a hesitation, a shift between the three of you.

“Good. Thought I might stick around this time.”

“You got one fuckin’ second to turn around,” Stack growled, still buried inside you, his chest rising and falling against your back.

“Relax,” Smoke said, voice smooth as whiskey and twice as dangerous. “Ain’t here to fight. I just figured if you were gonna fuck her like you mean it. You’d also let her choose who she wants.”

You turned your head slowly, pulse thrumming like a drum. Smoke leaned in the doorway again, one brow raised, hunger in his eyes like he already knew the answer. Stack’s jaw flexed. His hands never left your skin.

“This ain’t a game, Smoke.”

“Never said it was.” His gaze dropped to where your bodies were still joined. “But I seen the way she looks at me, too. Don’t play like you didn’t notice.”

It was the truth, they were identical twins after all. The thought had crossed your mind if they were also the same down there. Smoke had always been the smoother one. The devil that smiled back at you when you flirted with danger. And now, with Stack buried deep and your body still trembling from the last orgasm, part of you wanted to see what it’d be like to be stretched between both of them.

It’s up to her,” Smoke said, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Ain’t it?” Stack didn’t speak. His silence was a storm ready to break.

You turned to face them both, hips still pushed back. You looked at Smoke through your eyelashes, and said, “You better double check that the door is locked this time.”

Smoke jiggled the door handle before focusing his sights on you, bent forward as if committing the sight to memory.

“ Such a pretty little thing,” he murmured. “Didn’t expect you to be so generous.”

Stack remained silent. He just thrust into you once, hard enough to make you gasp and grip the wall again.

“She ain’t yours,” Stack burst, but his voice lacked conviction. He knew what this was. I knew it wasn’t just about possession.

“Ain’t tryin’ to take her,” Smoke replied, stepping near.

His hands were on you before you could think, one sliding up the nape of your neck, the other tilting your chin to face him. He kissed you softly at first until you deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, feeling Stack start to move again behind you, his speed staggering with every second.

“And you’re just lettin’ him have all the fun?” he mumbled against your mouth.

Stack growled low in his throat. “You want a turn, Smoke? Take her mouth. But you better be sure she can handle both of us.”

“Oh, I can,” you whispered, drunk on the moment.

Smoke stepped out of his clothes, his dick already thick and ready. He guided you down to your knees with his hand. You opened your mouth, lips wrapping around him just as Stack banged back into you from behind.

The stretch of both was overwhelming, one in your mouth and one buried deep. Stack fucked you harder now, his hold bruising on your hips, while Smoke let you control the pace with your tongue until he lost his patience and started to thrust into your mouth.

“Look at you,” Smoke groaned. “Takin’ us both like it’s what you were made for.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you moaned around him, the vibrations making Smoke’s jaw clench. Stack was close, you could feel it in the way his rhythm stuttered and his breathing picked up.

“She’s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight,” Stack gasped. “She’s gonna make me—fuck—” He pulled out just in time to spill across your back, thick ropes of cum marking your skin while Smoke slid out of your mouth and lifted your chin again.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Smoke growled, hauling you into his arms like you weighed nothing. He laid you down flat on the velvet covered crates nearby, pushing your knees back and plunging into you with a groan. The angle was brutal and somehow filthier. His eyes locked on yours the whole time, making it impossible for you to look away.

Stack leaned nearby, watching, still catching his breath, chest slick with sweat.

“Don’t think she’s ever been full till tonight.” Smoke said between thrusts.

You cried out, the pressure building fast and hot, your nails scraping down Smoke’s back. He fucked you through it, didn’t stop even as your body shook and your thighs tried to close. You came again loudly and broken open for Smoke to finally bury himself and release inside you.

For a long moment, the only sound was your breath and heartbeat, all three of you covered in sweat and something that felt dangerously close to obsession. Then Stack muttered lowly, “This doesn't change shit.”

“Oh, it changes everything, brother.” Smoke chuckled, pulling out slowly, the evidence of what you had just done dripping down your thighs.

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[sassy-cass-16]

If you saw an ambulance at DashCon 2…

… that was me.

Hi Tumblr! I’m the only (I think) hospital-level casualty of DashCon 2, and I’m happy to report that I’m home now and I’m recovering as well as can be expected. I dislocated my knee at the edge of the crowd during the closing dance party, but there are no complications and I’m on track to heal perfectly fine. I didn’t have heat stroke or anything, just a bad knee injury that was treated about as quickly as it was possible to treat.

A lot of people were in the room while I was waiting for the paramedics, so if you were there in the Shokokai Court area, sorry if I ruined your DashCon. I know it couldn’t have been fun to watch.

I also feel the need to apologize profusely to @strange-aeons because this happened when I got a little too excited about getting a photo with her and my friend. I hope I didn’t traumatize you too much, Father Strange. I’m still a big fan. Please tell the Bingopodes I say hi.

Aside from that, if you were there in person you also might have seen me running around dressed in Cecil Palmer cosplay asking for signatures to beat my friend @jamifed’s Kevin. You also might have seen me get my ass handed to me by Kevin in the duelling ballpit, which (SURPRISINGLY) had absolutely nothing to do with my injury. The ballpits were perfectly safe (for everyone but the muppet joker), but the floor had personal beef with me, I guess.

The funniest part of the whole experience was probably just the fact that it happened at DashCon 2. Y’all would not believe how embarrassing and surreal it is to have to explain both Welcome To Night Vale and DashCon to unsuspecting normal doctors and nurses. (Side note, I bought a Mishapocalypse button from the dealers’ hall and probably confused the shit out of the anesthetist when they flipped me on my back after they popped my knee back in. Wild times.) I have several photos of my hospital wristbands on the same arm as my DashCon 2 wristband for posterity. @malevolentwomenlover can confirm.

Last thing I wanna say is that I had an absolute fucking BLAST at DashCon 2 and I don’t regret being there in the slightest. I got to see one of my favourite authors of all time, @xiranjayzhao, dressed as Robespierre, and they drew a little guillotine in my signature book!!! And the atmosphere was just so incredible and everyone was so happy to be there and I WON THE SIGNATURE CONTEST, KEVIN!!

I got to see @the-muppet-joker being carried away from the duel like Christ getting carried to the tomb. I got to sit in the audience as Father Strange delivered a sermon about the importance and occasional silliness of internet archaeology. I got to walk around an Artists’ Alley full of my beloved fellow Tumblr users. I got 8 dollars off a gorgeous poster of Anakin Skywalker because the artist, @anakin-no, was just happy to see it go to a good home! I MADE A NEW MUTUAL!! Thank you for checking in on me @edgebug!!!

And now I have an absolutely batshit story to tell about the first time I’ve ever had to go to the emergency room.

Thank you, @dashcon-two. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. And if something like this (not the injury, the convention) happens again, you better believe I’m coming back.

[willowpains]

me jalo

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

*if y’all haven’t seen this trend, just search “me jalo trend” on TikTok for context*

Of course you were dragging Drew to make a new TikTok trend with you.

Who were you if not the chronically online actress that kept the internet fed with content?

This time, it was just a little different.

No pranks.

Instead, a dance trend.

A very sweet and romantic one you would call.

One that nonetheless, took A LOT of convincing to get your boyfriend to accept.

The people would not believe how hard it was to get Drew to participate in anything that involved the internet culture.

He could be a little grandpa sometimes.

But you still loved your boyfriend and his millennial hatred towards TikTok.

He had finally given up as he knew this one probably meant a lot to you.

It was a trend with a song in spanish.

A regional mexicano/reggeaton song.

Drew knew how much you valued and loved embracing your culture, plus sharing your roots with the world, something you were very passionate in doing since you had the platform and the opportunities.

So how could he say no?

That’s how you found yourselves ready to film, on the street, during your walk back home from a coffe date.

Your phone stuck to the window of a closed boutique, trusting that your octobuddy would protect and hold the weight of your phone while you two filmed.

Standing on the side walk, in front of your phone, where your whole body was visible on the screen, you started lip syncing to the sticky and vibey words of the mexican regional song.

mamita tú me encantas, solo dime que tranza

You stared at yourself through the screen, as you moved your arms and acted like you were singing your heart out, pointing to the screen and touching your heart dramatically.

que yo me voy pa allá, me voy pa allá

With a huge smile on your face while singing, you started moving back to the beat of the song, as if you were pulling someone towards you with an invisible thread, as the Drew’s body appeared from the side on the screen, with a cheeky smile the camera could capture, moving towards you, shimmying his shoulders as only he could.

me dices ven pa acá, vente pa acá

With a huge grin on your face, you now moved towards him, as you both now did the dance move the other had done previously. He moved backwards to the beat of the song as he pulled you in with the invisible thread, as you shimmied your shoulders forward towards him as you swayed your hips and continued lip syncing the song, your eyes never leaving his.

y ahí te voy pa allá, me voy pa allá

You pulled Drew’s hand so you two stood now in the middle of the frame, as you continued moving your body to the rhythm of the song while singing the lyrics, your boyfriends arms wrapping around your waist and placing a huge kiss on your cheek making you laugh.

bien desvelado, pero le caigo

Your boyfriend pulled you body off the floor, picking you up in his arms and sticking his tongue out towards the camera, walking with you bridal style away from the camera, making you unable to finish lip syncing the song, and the video cutting off as Drew walked away with you on his arms, both laughing your asses off.

After being put down on the floor by your lovely boyfriend, you come back running for your phone, still laughing, trying to pull off your sticky phone case from the window.

“That was not planned!” you scream out laughing at Drew, who was doubled in laughter behind you, watching you struggle with your phone.

He chuckled, walking towards you and placing his hands on your hips in a loving gesture.

That man couldn’t live without touching you for more than 5 seconds.

“I got nervous and decided to run away” he said, a smile on his face.

You turned to face him, finally pulling your phone with its sticky case off the window.

“My little camera shy boyfriend” you say, leaning in to kiss him as he groaned against your lips, hating the teasing.

Once again, with your charm and loving tricks, you had gotten your way.

And it wouldn’t be the last time.

…

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I LOVED this ask!!!

sign me up for any lovey dovey short blurbs between mis protegidos<3

this was written in like 30 minutes, under a strike of motivation that I couldn’t ignore, so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

I hope you all like it<3 feel free to send requests, I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try to put out more short stuff!

[urbabycowboy]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ᝰ 𝐜. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; where the preachers daughter has an erotic experience with someone she shouldn’t have.

��𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; public sex, pet names (baby, pretty girl), 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓; oral (r!recieving), fingering, climax, virgin!r

𝐬𝐡𝐞; i suck at writing smut so bear with me.

it was a warm summer afternoon as you were walking home from a youth event at your church, a bible clutched tight to your chest. the sun shone brightly, and the birds sang heavenly in the trees, matching your own light and carefree spirit.

as you turned the corner, you ran into someone you’ve tried to avoid majority of your life. chris sturniolo. he exuded confidence and charm that drew people to him. women fell at his feet and were tricked by his smooth talk and good looks.

the two of you collided, causing you to stumble back. “oh my, i am so sorry!” you exclaimed, your accent declared itself due to the embarrassment of this interaction.

chris laughed, the sound deep and captivating. “it’s okay baby, here let me get that.” he motioned towards the large, pink bible that had fell previously. his fingers briefly brushed yours as he placed the bible back in your hands, sending a tingle up your small spine.

this tingle came significant in your body as you thanked him and your heart started to beat faster than it ever had. there was something so mysterious about him but you knew you had to stay away.

“let me walk you home,” chris offered, falling into step beside you. “it’s not safe for a pretty girl like yourself to be all alone.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

you couldn’t refuse, and as y’all walked, conversation sparked. chris asked you about your life, dreams, and hopes. he listened intently, his dark eyes fixed on you intently.

eventually, the two of you were stood at your front gate. “thank you for your help,” you said, blushing at this encounter as a whole.

he smiled, and his eyes seemed to smolder with an unspoken desire. “anytime, y/n. i loved getting to know you, pretty girl.”

as he turned to leave, you felt an unknown boldness wash over you. “would you like to come in for lemonade? my father won’t be home for a while.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

a slow, wicked grin spread across chris’ face as your heart skipped a beat. “of course, darlin’.”

they say on the the porch swing, sipping lemonade, and continued their conversation. you felt yourself relaxing in chris’ presence, drawn to the relentless charm you swore you hated.

as the sky turned to a deep violet, chris set his glass down and turned to face you, his hand gracing your knee. “you know, y/n, you’re not like these other girls. there’s something special about you.” this sentence alone made your heart skip a beat as he moved closer and closer to you with each passing moment.

“i’ve never really thought of myself as special.” you admitted to him.

chris leaned closer, his warm breath fanning softly against your cheek. “you should. you’re beautiful, y/n. and i can see that desire in your eyes. you want to experience life, don’t you?”

your breath caught in your throat as you nodded, unable to speak. you had never felt such a strong pull towards anyone before, and it was both exciting and scary.

his fingers gently tilted your chin up while his thumb brushed your lower lip. “let me show you” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. without another word, his lips began to attack yours in this bitter moment.

as the kiss deepened, he pulled you closer, his tongue seeking entrance, which earned a moan from you. chris’ hands slowly started to move down your body; ending below your ass. you gasp at this action.

the dainty cross worn in your neck was now just an accessory of your faith in this moment.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

“lie back” chris muttered in between kisses, shifting his attention towards your neck. you let out a breathy sigh as he peppered your neck with wet and sloppy kisses. when he found your sweet spot, your breath hitched. this small action earned a smirk from chris as he abused that spot; nibbling and biting at your skin. you but your lip to suppress a loud whimper you desperately wanted to let out.

eventually, one of his hands found your breast, cupping it gently. his thumb rubbed over your clothed nipple and you shivered. within a second or two, your top was off and his mouth was attached to it. your body jolts when you feel his tongue circling your hardened nipple; the fabric between your legs getting damp at his touch.

he gives the same attention as before to your other nipple, his scent invading your mind and body. ending with a few small kisses, he pulls away and looks into your eyes.

“you sure you want this?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours. every part of you wanted and needed this but you knew you shouldn’t. his big brown eyes stared you down, analyzing your face and you just couldn’t say no.

so you nodded in response and his eyes lit up as he kissed his way down your body. once he was in front of where you needed him most, he slowly spread your legs apart.

he lifted up your skirt so that it was now laying in your exposed stomach. his thumb rubbed small circles on top of your thigh as he kissed your inner thigh. making his way closer and closer to your heat.

your body tingled in anticipation as chris was taking his precious time.

“chris” you whined. chris chuckled.

“i want you to enjoy this baby. just be patient.” he said in a low tone; almost was a whisper. his lips were grazed the edge of your panties, your body involuntarily jerking. chris smirked against you.

“so sensitive” he says before finally sliding off your underwear. your body started to heat up as chris just stared at your body in front of him. your mind racing with a thousand thoughts but they were abruptly silenced when you felt his tongue on your entrance.

his motions sped up in a quick second and your hand could be found in his hair, gripping it tightly the quicker he went.

“fuck” chris groaned. your hand in his hair made something grow beneath him which encouraged him to quicken the pace even more. your back arched out of its place on the wooden swing whilst your breath got heavier and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

he increased the pressure on his tongue; to which your moans heightened in sound and pitch. the feeling was just too good. you started to unintentionally squirm away from chris’ mouth the which he gripped your thighs to hold you in place. “don’t run away” he coos. as he scooted closer to your dripping cunt, he plunged his middle finger deep into it. this action caused you to yelp.

his finger moved swiftly in and out of your entrance as he flicked at you bud with his tongue. your hips bucked as all these feeling overstimulated you in the best way possible.

his finger curled within you against your g-spot which earned a plethora of moans from you.

eventually, chris added a second finger too. the noises from chris fucking you filled the air outside. chris gripped your left thigh as a way to keep your squirming in check.

your mind was completely blank as you pulsated with pleasure. you couldn’t stop shuddering. chris could tell by the way that you were clenching around your fingers that you were getting close; but you couldn’t tell that. he quickened his motions as he leaned up to give you a kiss, to which you couldn’t return it.

as you struggled to kiss back, your body shook intensely. “let it out” chris whispered into your ear.

after a few seconds, your body stopped. chris pulled his hand out only to reveal the mess you made on his fingers.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

[7s3ven]

UNBEARABLE. connor stoll (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Connor Stoll finds enjoyment on pulling all sorts of pranks on Y/N L/N, the charming daughter of Aphrodite. It isn't until he catches her in a moment of weakness that he begins to sympathize with her.

A/N : I kinda feel like I’m carrying the PJO fandom on my back with all these fics lol. Also, people said I could be cast as Drew from PJO. Y’all should ask for my insta so you can confirm me as Drew 😽

Warnings : not following plot, luke is still here bc I adore him, mentions of luke x y/n here and there (Y/N’s an Aphrodite kid, ofc she’s kissed multiple people 😭)

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A shrill scream pierced the peaceful silence of Camp Half-Blood, waking up most of its campers. Connor Stoll creeped around the corner with a cheeky grin, holding an empty bucket of pink paint. A moment later, Y/N L/N and Silena Beauregard stormed out of the Aphrodite cabin, covered from head to toe in paint.

"I'm going to kill him!" Y/N shouted, eyebrows furrowed in fury. The paint dripped off her body, staining the green grass below. She scoffed.

The Stoll brothers, more specifically Connor, were at it again with their never-ending pranks. Ever since Y/N arrived at camp, she had been the main victim of Connor's tricks. And she hated it.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked Silena, all of her anger suddenly simmering away once she looked at her sister. Silena nodded, combing the dried paint out of her black hair. Y/N looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with Travis Stoll. She fumed as she quickly strutted towards the elder brother.

"You," She sternly pointed at Travis and poked his chest, "Get your brother under control before I do it myself!"

Travis lifted his arms in surrender, teasingly grinning. “I think he’d like that.”

"Just make him stop! I am sick and tired of being covered in paint when I wake up! Honestly!" Y/N groaned as she stormed back towards her cabin, ushering Silena inside so they could wash up.

Y/N clicked her tongue as she scrubbed the drying paint off her face. Silena was beside her, drying her now clean face with a warm towel. "I can't stand this any longer." She mumbled, running a brush through her hair. She peeled a patch of paint off, scowling in disgust. "Do you think the paint will harm my skin barrier?"

"Oh, absolutely." Silena quickly nodded her head, "We need to do face masks tonight."

Y/N was getting sick of all the pranks that seemed to target her and only her. "Hey, Y/N, we're gonna get breakfast. You wanna come with?" One of her other siblings poked her head around the corner, in the process of changing into a pink shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I'm coming." Y/N flashed Silena a bright smile before joining the other Aphrodite kids.

"Hey, Y/N, don't you think that Connor is kinda cute?" One of the girls nudged her as Y/N tucked herself between Momona and Jacob. Y/N glanced at Connor, frowning.

"No." She scoffed, something she did often whenever Connor was around. "He keeps pulling pranks on me. I can't even see him half of the time because my eyes are always covered in paint."

“She has a point.” Vivviene said, causing Y/N to frown.

“Of course I do. I’m always right.”

Her siblings laughed, throwing their heads back. “Yeah, right!” Jacob exclaimed, “What about that time you said Luke wasn’t guarding the flag and you were wrong? Because he was and he whooped your ass badly!”

Y/N pushed Jacob, playfully scoffing. “It was one mistake! And I landed a few good shots! He got stuck in the infirmary for a week."

“Yeah. And you were with him because of his beating! The Apollo kids found you making out a few times!” Jacob slung an arm around her shoulder, bellowing out another laugh.

Y/N accidently caught Connor's eye from across the room and her smile faltered. She quickly turned her head, the image of her reflection covered in paint engraved in her mind.

She still had paint stuck under her nails and she picked at it. "I'm getting fed up with him." She mumbled, causing her siblings to groan. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. "What?"

"You always talk about him at meals." Jacob said.

"In fact, you're always talking about him. Period." Momona added.

“What if I’m not talking about Connor?” Y/N asked, unknowingly falling into her siblings trap.

"We never mentioned a name.” Vivviene pointed out. Y/N groaned, running a hand through her soft hair. “Maybe he keeps pulling these pranks because he likes you." Vivviene shrugged before eating another spoonful of her food, not noticing how everybody turned their heads to stare wildly at her.

"Excuse me?" Y/N almost choked. "He does not like me. If he did, I don't think he'd be annoying me so much. But I guess boys are naturally annoying." Jacob pursed his lips but nodded in agreement. "Anyway, I have to help some kids with archery practice. I will see all of you later." Y/N grinned at her siblings, teasingly tapping Momona on the nose.

"Oh, great. Tell them to duck when you shoot." Jacob teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes but she still smiled. "Well, I'm off. Bye!" She stood up, gracefully walking away. The kids in the arena seemed to light up as she made her presence known. "Hey kids, great to see you all again! Y'all ready to learn some archery?" The young demigods cheered, excited for their next lesson with the Aphrodite cabin leader instead of the harsh Clarisse.

"So, you just pull the arrow back. As far as you can," Y/N uttered, showing the kids a demonstration. "And once you've got it as far as you can, you just shoot." She let the arrow go, watching as it spiraled through the air and hit bullseye. With that sort of aim, she may as well be an Apollo kid.

The kids clapped while she outstretched her arms, enjoying the applause. "Thank you!" She playfully bowed. "Okay, bows out, arrows ready, and shoot your shot! Quite literally. Aim for the targets over there, not at each other."

The children excitedly grabbed a bow and arrow, trying their best to impress to Y/N. Even if they missed completely, she still clapped and gave them an encouraging pat on the back.

"Great training session guys! I'll see y'all tomorrow!" Y/N waved goodbye to the small group. She was cheerful until she spotted Connor in the distance, conversing with Travis and holding yet another can of paint. She clenched her jaw.

"Connor Stoll, don't you dare use that paint for anything relating to my cabin!" She stormed towards him, sternly pointing at him.

"We weren't planning to but now that you say it, we might." Connor cheekily grinned while Y/N glared at him.

"Stoll, you know I adore everybody in this world... but you are an exception. I loathe you." She poked his chest, "Now, please get rid of the paint in that can."

Connor shrugged. "Okay." He, without a second thought, poured it all over Y/N. For the second time today. She gasped, glowering at Connor.

"You are dead." She said through clenched teeth. "Dead, you nitwit!" She threw a lump of paint at him, hitting him directly in the face. “Honestly.” She scoffed, shaking the paint off. “My skin is going to break out soon and you’ll be to blame!”

She slapped a paint-covered hand on his shoulder before walking off, muttering to herself as she glared at any camper who dared to laugh at her.

“Well, that went smoothly.” Travis said, taking a peek at Connor. “Maybe covering a girl in paint isn’t the best way to woo her.”

“Luke told me it was.”

Travis clicked his tongue, resting a heavy hand on his brother’s back. “… He was messing with you.”

Connor wasn’t a complicated boy. He loved playing pranks but lately Y/N’s reactions had been getting less rewarding. She looked at him like he was the bane of her existence, which he probably was. But how else was he supposed to get her attention?

Without the constant tricks, Y/N would have only ever seen him as another Hermes boy, not worth remembering because her eyes were always on another.

Luke, with his brown-curled hair and a faint scar that ran down his pretty face yet it only elevated his beauty. Connor was pretty sure whatever chemistry and romance between them was done but Luke still snuck glances at Y/N from time to time.

If he was being honest, Connor was a little jealous of his brother. What was his secret to getting Y/N to notice him? Sure, Luke was good-looking but Connor wasn’t lacking in that department either.

"You'll think of something to grab her attention." Travis reassured his brother, nudging him in the ribs, "My advice... plan a picnic. Who knows, it might get you somewhere." The elder Stoll brother tilted his head back, letting out an amused laugh, as he walked away.

Connor clicked his tongue, thinking for a moment. His eyes lit up with mischief as an idea popped into his head. He couldn't guarantee that it was a good one but it's Connor Stoll we're talking about. Y/N woke up with a surprised look on her face. Paint wasn't splattering around her cabin and everybody was sleeping peacefully, not awoken by shrill screams. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. It seemed Connor had finally decided to leave her alone.

She stood up, shivering slightly when her bare feet hit the cold tiles below. She sleepily staggered over to her vanity mirror, peering into it to check her skin as she did everyday. Her appearance was spot on, as usual, except for one thing that made Y/N lose her mind.

Her hair... was pink. It wasn't an ugly type of neon pink but gone were her H/C locks. Y/N tried to hold back a sharp screech but the panic was beginning to set in.

Her half-siblings woke up in alarm.

"My hair..." Y/N seethed to them, barely able to contain her fury, "That little..." She couldn't even find an appropriate insult as her body trembled in anger.

"I'm sure we can wash it out." Silena rushed to Y/N's aid. "It's still early. I'll draw you a bath and we can scrub it out."

Silena was wrong. Two bottles of shampoo later, the color was still vivid.

"I can't go out like this." Y/N said, tugging at the ends of her hair. "They'll laugh at me... and mother, oh gods... she's going to hate me for changing my hair."

"It’s not your fault." Silena comforted her. “I’ll talk to Connor. I’ll make him tell me how to get rid of it. Then we can fix it. Okay?”

Y/N slowly nodded. “This is fine.” She muttered to herself when Silena was long gone. She applied a thin layer of gloss to her lips, soothing herself. “Mother won’t hate you because it was all his doing…” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. When she looked at her reflection for a second time, she felt her anger flare up again.

As an Aphrodite kid, her appearance was everything. It was her identity and more. "What about personality?" Other campers would ask her and she'd simply laugh. What about beauty? The first thing people will see is how you carry yourself, how you walk, how you look. Personality had nothing to do with first impressions.

Y/N was a beauty among the Aphrodite girls, standing out more than she should. She had always been her mother's favorite. Without her carefully styled H/C hair, who was she? Her hair was an important detail to her and she didn't know what to do now. Would people still love her as they did before? Without her outstanding looks, she was nothing.

Y/N slipped out of her cabin via the window. Everybody was at breakfast so it wasn't hard to avoid people from seeing her hair. Y/N was supposed to be teaching archery again today but she'd rather battle a hellhound than show up with pink hair.

She wandered around the forest, eventually finding herself in front of a small river. A few nymphs sat near the water, giggling together. They spotted Y/N and all gasped in unison, scrambling away except for one who was brave enough to stay.

"I like your hair." She shyly said, coyly kicking her leg into the water. She charmingly smiled before hurrying off after her friends, who laughed at timid behavior.

Y/N fell to her knees in front of the river, staring mindlessly at the cool liquid. She wondered what it found feel like to dunk her head beneath the water, an action she saw the nymphs do quite often.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Maybe it was minutes or hours but Y/N found herself sprawled on a warm rock, basking in the sun. She heard footsteps approach her and she hoped it was Silena. It wasn't. It was Connor instead.

"Oh." Y/N deadpanned, displeased to see him. "It's you." She deeply scowled, turning away.

"You, uh, weren't at breakfast." Connor kicked a nearby rock as he cleared his throat, "And the archery kids were wondering where you were too. Luke had to take over and he may be the best swordsman but he's far from the best archer. He kept missing the target."

Y/N let out a small huff of amusement. "What are you doing here, Connor?" That was the first time she had called him by his first name. She often referred to him as Stoll.

"I wanted to check up on you. Are you... okay?"

"No, Connor, I am not okay!" Y/N suddenly snapped, "Why can't you ever leave me alone? Did I do something to hurt you? I could deal fine with the paint and water buckets but my hair? You dyed my hair pink! My mother loved my H/C hair and now you've ruined it!"

"It won't last forever." Connor retorted, taking a step towards Y/N.

"That doesn't matter!” She screamed, standing up. “My looks are important to me, Connor! I can't pull off pink hair, it doesn't match my skin undertone! I need to be perfect otherwise my mother won’t love me!”

"You can pull anything off, Y/N. You're pretty."

Y/N's eyes momentarily softened as she gazed at him, her cheeks flushing a light hue of pink. "You think I'm pretty? Even... even with messy pink hair, smudged mascara, and fading eyeliner?"

"I think you're always pretty." He answered, “Even when you do those heatless curls that make you look silly. And I think you’re the prettiest when you aren’t trying.”

“Don’t think your compliments will get you off the hook.” Y/N warned, glaring at him.

“Will a star-gazing date at seven get me off the hook?” Connor asked, mischievously grinning.

In turn, Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Maybe.” She uttered before turning around and walking back to camp, concealing her pink hair once more.

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[kooksvspogues]

Happy 1st Birthday Lilian!! 🥳

Part 1 -

Authors note: this is to do with Drew and his Sisters Mackayla’s baby Lilian first birthday party. Just thought it would be cute context. Always remember, any feedback is greatly appreciated ❤️

When Mackayla texted me, telling me that they were having Liliana’s first birthday party next weekend, I couldn’t pass it up. The last time I had seen Mack was at her baby shower.

I just recently graduated from the college of veterinarian medicine in Florida. Haven’t been able to go back home for a while. But, since I’ve graduated, I’ll be going back home within the next month or two to start working, so what better time to take a little break and go home and finally get my hands on that precious baby.

~~~~~~ next Thursday ~~~~~~

I decided to fly to North Carolina this trip. Since my parents were gone on a trip this weekend, I asked Mack if Logan could come pick me up if she was busy. She immediately told me one of them would be there.

When I walk outside after grabbing my bag, I hear a car going nuts with honking before I see Logan jumping out across the street.

“Hey gorgeous!” He said smiling ear to ear

“Hey handsome” I say as he get closers to me, wrapping an arm around his side.

“How the hell have you been, bout time you got you ass back here, also, congratulations on graduating Dr. Madison Taylor” he says planting a kiss on my forehead

“I’m making it lol, thank you, and I’ve been trying, I swear” I say throwing my hands up as he grabs my suitcase and starts walking towards the car

“Well Mack is ecstatic to see you” he smiles

“I’m excited to see her too, how is everything? How are you?” I ask as he opens the door for me

“Eh” he starts but closes my door, goes to put my suitcase in the trunk and comes to the driver side hoping it, “I’m making it” he laughs

“All we can do, right?” I offer and he nods.

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Mack was determined to have me in front of her as soon as I placed my feet on North Carolina ground so that’s where we went.

When we walk in, I’m met with Garrett walking towards the door

“Well hey girl” he says pulling me for a side hug

“Hey Garrett, how are you?” I ask smiling up at him

“I’m great, how are you Dr. Taylor?” He asks grinning

“Relieved that the school part is over” I say taking a deep breath

“I bet,” he laughs, “Logan, Drew’s here, him and Mack are in the living room, I gotta run to the store” he says

“Okay, thank you” I say already feeling my heart skip a beat

“Y’all are staying for dinner, right?” He asks

“If that’s a, you want us to, for sure” Logan answers and Garrett smiles, nodding before walking out the door.

I remember the layout of the house somewhat since I’ve been here before but I was still hesitant to walk in like I owned the place. When I walk into the living room, I see Mack on the floor with Liliana, and Drew on the couch, his back facing us.

“Oh my gosh” I say immediately smiling real big down at the little girl

“Mads!” Mack yells as I drop down giving her a quick hug before putting all my attention on Liliana

“She’s so stinking cute!” I squeal as she looks at me and smiles, clapping her hand, “oh and you know it too, don’t you” I tease reaching out to tickle her side

“Oh! Maddie, I’m not sure if you two have ever been formally introduced before, but this is Drew, my other brother” Mack smiles gesturing towards the man on the couch… the very attractive man… I realize once I look up, “Drew, this is Maddie” she smiles as smile up at him

“You were at the wedding, yeah?” He asks pointing towards me, raising his eyebrows

“Yeah, I walked with Logan” I say smiling

“Yeah, yeah… I remember you..” he says softly before smiling and leaning back watching me. I can’t help the blush creeping onto my cheeks with the way he’s looking at me.

I quickly shake it off and put my attention on Liliana, “I can’t believe this is my first time seeing this precious thing in person” I say as she grabs my hand, wanting to stand up, “oh my gosh, she’s already standing!” I squeal as Mack laughs at me

“You are coming back home right? Like permanently?” She asks me and I nod

“Within the next two months, yes” I assure her and she grins even bigger

“About time.. you want to hold her?” She ask me and I quickly nod as I stand up and let her hand her to me that way before I take a seat in the chair next to Drew on the couch.

She sits in my lap facing me, as I keep a good hold of her arms as she wiggles around and smiles at every little thing I do.

“I think it’s about time you have one of your own” Mack says

“Who?” I ask raising an eyebrow

“You, you’ve always been a kid magnet” she says

“Would like to have a decent guy first, Mack” I say and she shrugs

“I’ll give ya one Mads” Logan winks at me, making me laugh

“In your dreams, cowboy” I laugh shaking my head

“Done and done” he says making my throw my head back laughing

“You’re so weird” I say laughing, “so.. uh.. Drew, how’s the tv star life treating ya?” I ask glancing over at him

“It’s an adjustment but I do love meeting all the fans, some days are crazy, some days are amazing, how about you? Mack said you just graduated” He asks

“Well, I just graduated, Dr. Taylor DVM now, I’m currently helping out at the place I interned at until the end of next month, then once I come back here, I’ll be working at the vet clinic not to far from here.” I explain

“Oh cool, so are just small animals or?” He asks

“A little, but my specialty is in livestock” I answer

“That’s.. impressive” he says widening his legs, manspreading, locking his eyes with mine, looking deep into my soul as I fight so hard to not let my nervousness show.

“What.. what do you mean?” I clear my throat

“Just that, a nice petite woman such as yourself is going to be working on animals possibly taller than you, does that not scare you any?” He asks me

“Sure, there are days I’ve come across and will come across an animal that’s gonna give me a run for my money, but I find a lot of joy in the rough ones, cause I may or may not be the only vet they can depend on. I want to be the vet that everyone can call and know I’m not giving up till the job is done” I answer and he smiles really big along with Logan and Mack

“She’s amazing, isn’t she” Mack says

“Sounds like it” Drew says crossing his arms, grinning like a mad man at me

“Mom is coming in tomorrow morning, I was going to see if after Liliana’s party tomorrow if y’all wanted to go downtown, just hang out, drink a little?” Mack asks us all

“Just us and Garrett?” Logan asks

“Yeah” she answers

“I’m down” logan said winking towards me making me roll my eyes

“Me too” Drew said before all eyes landed on me as I used Liliana as a small distraction

“Maddie?” Mack says

“Hm” I say

“She’ll be there” Logan cuts in

“I was gonna try to run some errands Sunday before I leave” I admit

“You still can” Mack says

“Yeah b—“ I start but she immediately gives me ‘the look’… “fine.. fine! I’ll go” I agree

“Good girl” she says giving me a wink making me laugh. Good girl had become an inside joke between me and her when we were going to college together. Had plenty of hilarious stories come up with that phrase.

“Also, the big guest room is yours while you’re here, mom is getting the smaller one tomorrow” she tells me

“Are you sure? I hate for her to not get the big room” I say

“No, no, no, she insisted you get the big one since she’ll only be here a few days, and you’ll be here a week, longer if you want to” she says wiggling her eyebrow

“Yes ma’am and we’ll see” I say throwing my fingers up in defense while my thumb and index finger stay wrapped around Liliana’s arm before making a funny face at her.

Mack’s phone started ringing catching all of our attention, “be right back” she said.

“So, how’s the obx crew doing?” Logan asked Drew

“They’re doing good, I think Chase and Austin are actually in South Carolina right now” he said

“You should tell them to come tomorrow” Logan suggest

“Yeah I might” he shrugs before giving me a slight smile, “would you be okay with that?” He asked

“From what I’ve been told about them from your sister, sounds like it would be a good time, that’s all up to you” I smile

“Logan!” Mack yells from in the kitchen making him rush in there. I look over at Drew raising an eyebrow to which he just shrugged.

“How are you enjoying the uncle life?” I ask grinning

“Love it and adore her” he said “so uh..” he started but got cut off

“Drew, will you run to the liquor store for me? Garrett can’t find what I sent him after.” Mack says coming around the corner.

“Um.. uh.. yeah, of course sis, what are you wanting?” He asked going to stand up

“Here’s a lists of everything” she said handing him a notepad.

“All this by myself? You coming Logan?” Drew asks

“Sorry but Mack needs me, why don’t you get Maddie to tag along?” Logan suggest as they all turn to me

“But I’m getting baby lovinnnnggss” I pout, “can’t be that much stuff” I say before watching Drew turn the list to me, “well damn Mack” I say laughing going to stand up placing Liliana on my hip.

“So you’ll go?” Drew asks with hopeful eyes, catching mine quickly

“Um..yeah” I say handing Liliana to Mack, “all we’re going for is alcohol, nothing else?” I double check

“Yea, unless y’all find something you want” she smiles as we walk out the door as I follow Drew’s lead to the black ford truck parked in the drive way.

He walked me to the passenger door before opening the door for me, and closing it once I got in. He hurried on over to the driver side and hoped in giving me a big toothy grin as he started up the ignition, music coming through the speakers immediately, cutting any kind of awkwardness out for the time being. That is, until Drew cut the music off while sitting at a stop sign before turning to look at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked raising my eyebrows

“Are we really just gonna pretend we don’t know each other?” He asked

“Drew, we really don’t know each other though” I point out

“You knew me well enough to let me put my tongue down your throat” he said placing his hand on his chin cocking his head at me.

To be continued…

[badbitch-bookclub]

Week 1 Thoughts on Lost Gods by Gerald Brom

Prologue - Chapter 25.

Bomb Weasley: I do have a complaint. I wish they drew out the grandmother being the big bad a little more. Like maybe closer to 50-75 percent of the way through.

Britney Smears: That might still happen later!

Bomb Weasley: Did you guys get to the spider god?

Hell No Kitty: I did!

Britney Smears: Yea I really like Yevabog.

Bomb Weasley: I thought she like really spelled it out that the grandma was the real evil or one of them.

Hell No Kitty: Yeah did they call her a Lilith.

Thot Pocket: She’s a demon and her type is Lilith.

Bomb Weasley: I kinda hated that they demonized Lilith.

Britney Smears: Grandma is least favorite rn.

Thot Pocket: Oh for sure. I get this feeling we’re gonna sympathize with her a little by the end though. Since they say “since the beginning of time they try to bend Lilith to their whim”

Hell No Kitty: So if I'm getting this right, Chet was killed by Lamia who is an ancient demon. He gets to purgatory and is trying to find his grandpa Gavin?

Thot Pocket: Yes! Senoy said he lost to Gavin in battle and Gavin stole the key to heaven I believe. Which is why no one has punished or killed the grandmother for her demonic ways.

Britney Smears: That makes sense. I vaguely remember reading something about restoring order to life and death.

Hell No Kitty: Do Not Feed the Gods!

Thot Pocket: I love that it’s written everywhere.

Hell No Kitty: So these god are dying because people no longer follow/believe them?

Thot Pocket: That’s what I believe. They’re probably only as strong as people believe in them. Which is why the older ones are getting their asses beat.

Bomb Weasley: Makes sense, probably why Yevabog talked about being forgotten so much.

Hell No Kitty: I wonder how and if Yevabog will develop in the story or if she goes away quickly after ch25. I'm way more invested in her than Chet tbh.

Britney Smears: Ditto

Thot Pocket: Does anyone have predictions? I do. I think Gavin is gonna kill Coach.

Britney Smears: Why would Gavin kill Coach?

Thot Pocket: He feels humanity towards his ancestor. He has to convince himself to murder again simply after seeing a vision of Chet.

Britney Smears: Which is nuts cuz Gavin murdered his own kids. Unless there’s more to it than just gaining Lucifer’s favor or something.

Thot Pocket: I think so. I mean those two kids sound like demons. Maybe the kids vibes were just off lmfao.

Britney Smears: The vibe of the grandkids was just off lmao.

Bomb Weasley: I have a feeling it has something to do with the grandmother.

Britney Smears: That’s very possible.

Hello No Kitty: I feel the same. Also, Chet is a pretty bland character so far. Which is maybe good so we can focus in the way cooler stuff happening around him.

Thot Pocket: Ana is cool as fuck.

Hell No Kitty: I WAS GONNA SAY. Ana is a bad bitch.

Thot Pocket: I feel bad for Joshua. The little boy who was chilling in their play house that was killed by accident. He taught Chet how to go down.

Britney Smears: That makes sense, he’s not related to Lamia and that’s prolly why he’s the only one not following her and just hanging at the cemetery.

Bomb Weasley: Not gonna lie, the rabbit thing in the first chapter was super sad.

Thot Pocket: 100 percent.

Hello No Kitty: That was really sad.

Britney Smears: I was about to comfort y’all and say hey maybe they’ll run into the rabbit.

Bomb Weasley: There should be a Kill Bill style rabbit revenge sub plot.

[plaidpajamallama]

Hiiii!!!! Smackdown Recap coming to you early coz I watched it live! 😁

C’mon Montez with the velvet and hat! 🙂‍↕️

Jelly Roll 😑😑😑 This must’ve been how people felt back in the day when random celebrities would pop up in the 90s and 00s

Oh brother kicking off the show with LA Knight😒😒😒

And here come Paul yapping too 😐

SOLO!!! Save us from this travesty!

Paul got tf outta dodge 😂

Did he say my MFT??? 🤨 is that their name now b/c the bloodline 2.0 is dead??? Just found out it stands for “my family tree”

JIMMY!!!! I lowkey need you to be anywhere else but out here Big Jim 😭😭😭

Look that big ass man!

Jim and LA vs Solo and JC … alright even though we’ve seen this 50-11 times now … also, why tf we couldn’t hear Jimmy on the mic when he has a title match tomorrow??? #ok

Charlotte is soooo 😂

Charlotte is looking good!!!

The women bout to cook!!!!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

SOL RUCA!!!!! ZARIA!!! My Zaruca babies!!!! They’re on all the shows this weekend!!! And Sol is fighting on every show this weekend!!! Ohhhhhhh love this for her!

The women are going crazy in the ring tonight! This fatal four way is going to be beautiful on Sunday 🙂‍↕️

That double sol snatcher was fire!!

Get her Zaria!!

Get her Charlotte!!

Alexa takes the win!!!

Even though it was a rough road to get here, Evolution 2 is bout to go crazy! It’s going to be amazing!! So many great athletes and talent is going to be seen. So much excellence is going to be shown, and the women bout to show why tf they deserve to be here! It’s going to be amazing 🥹🥹🥹

Montez is back in his HBK gear!!! They better retain!!!

Y’all hear that pop for the Wyatts??? Why I feel like they changed their song??? My shoulders be moving when I hear it now 🙂‍↕️

Nikki! I hope we see you in the ring soon! Her and Candice should really be beefing rn!

Angelo looking at them crazy af with this laughing 💀

Street Profits and the Wyatts are moving in this ring!!!

Like do yall see the street profits! They always show up and show out and throw deserve to be able to show out on ples!

Nooo!!! Please they can’t lose like this!

Get his ass Dawkins!!!

#ok I’m so fucking sick 😒 The Street Profits deserved so much better with this title reign especially considering it was finally theirs after 4 years!!!! They should’ve been able to defend on a pole!!! They should’ve been able to do more with the titles than be stuck in the DIY/MCMG vortex for months!

Now the Wyatts bout to hold these titles hostage b/c nobody ain’t gone want to face them 😐 everybody mad but ain’t none of y’all went out there 2 minutes ago when y’all been interfering in EVERY single match involving the Wyatts! 🤨😒🫩

A performance 😑 is that Logan?!!?! 🤬🤬🤬 yeah fuck off with this bullshit 🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾

Oop Logan was messy for that 😬 Pot calling the kettle fucking black! “Our” industry and nigga please go crawl in the hole you just came out of! FUCK OFF!!!!

RANDY?!?!?!!! NOOOOOOO!!! They got him in this bullshit! 😭 I’m sick! DREW??? Bro wtf is doing on right now??? Like genuinely my face is like 🤨😕🫩 that went on for faaarrr too long 😒

And yet the women can’t get actual time for proper storytelling segments or matches … #ok

Apparently it’s going to be Randy and Jelly Roll va Logan Paul and Drew at summerslam 😂😂😂 Randy and Drew deserve better! Hell I may not fuck with Drew but even I know he don’t deserve this 😬

Imma need Ron and Aleister to cook!

I’m giggling hard af 😭😂 I love Ron! And he walked away knowing he ate that up!

Damian let him go beat that man ass!!! See what happens when you try to be in other people business?! Damian you just got yo ass beat!!!! Well 🤷🏽‍♀️ And matter of fact, give me Aleister vs Damian immediately!!!

Ouuuu is Aleister going back heel!?!?!!! And I saw Zelina posted a short video on twitter indicating that she might go heel as well!!! Ahhhhh!!! I’m so UP!

Oh brother Tiffy and Trish time 🫩🫩🫩

Lord not both Tiffy and Trish entrances got cut 😂😂😂 Ohhhh???? Tiffy please let’s stop bringing up folks business outside of wwe … it’s getting tiring and stale and boring 🫩😒

NAOMI!!!! Beat her ass Naomi!!! Exactly!!! Throw them hands! Fuck all that running shit! AND NAOMI BETTER WIN ON SUNDAY!!!

JIMMY!!!

I was wondering why everybody entrances cut down … it’s b/c it’s 2 hours 😭😭😭 they better figure that problem out quick

Main event time!

I love when Solo be yelling at his family in the ring! It’s so manipulative and Roman-esque! However, he do kinda be spitting a lil bit!

And imma need them to let Jimmy and Solo hoop in the ring tomorrow! I’m tired of seeing Jimmy get his ass beat 😭🫩

Might be an unpopular opinion, but I’m happy Jacob ain’t interfere tonight! 😬 And I hope he don’t interfere tomorrow! 🫣

JIMMY GOT THE PIN!!!

Jimmy so real for getting tf outta dodge! 😂

Oh exactly Bronson!!! TSUNAMI!!!

-🌹

Oooh look at you watching the show live 🤭

I was rushing to turn on SmackDown and saw LA and immediately stopped rushing 😂 Paul being there didn’t help either

Jimmy really does like putting himself in spots he doesn’t belong 😂 like you ain’t gonna be captain save a uce all the time 😂

And here I thought LA was getting out of the bloodline’s business… guess it was to good to be true 😔😔😔

Charlotte did look good bestie always gonna show off her abs 🤭 I mean I would to if I had some like her

Now as I have said many times before I don’t watch NXT if I catch it when someone I know I’ll stop and watch that part or I’ll just watch the clips but I don’t watch every Tuesday BUT I know Sol and Zaria and I love them (just because of vibes) but seeing Sol wrestle tonight was great and made me love her more I can’t wait to see Zaria and her together Sunday

But those women did their big one I can’t wait for Sunday because I know it will be amazing! Just like all the matches! The road was rough very rough but the actual show will be phenomenal!!!

The fact that the Profits NEVER defended their titles on a PLE and always the night before or week after 😒 AND THEN THEY LOST TONIGHT!!! And I say this with no disrespect to the Wyatt’s but if they get to defend their titles at the next PLE I’m gonna be upset I’m sorry 🤷🏽‍♀️

Everybody in the back bitches and moaning about how the Profits lost but ain’t nobody even trying to run out there and stop them from winning did they!! 😑 Triple H pisses me off so fucking bad y’all don’t even know

I didn’t listen to a single word Log*n said until Randy came out and he came out HOT I don’t know if he was actually pissed off (I would be if I had to work with that asshole) or was just playing it up but either way he did his thing

The fact that the woman can’t have good stories or defend their titles but we can make time for Jelly roll and Log*n yapping at each other for a match nobody gives a single damn about and ain’t ask for 😒

And how did Randy and Drew (which is having because they both want to fight Cody for gold) is now about two wannabe wrestlers?

Ron KNOWS he ate with that walk out 😝

Damian v Aleister is gonna eat so damn hard!!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️I can’t wait for the scary bitches to fight!

I just realized since you mentioned Zelina that Guila wasn’t there tonight 😑 anyway I did see Zelina video and yes give me heel Zelina!

When I say I disassociate so hard when Tiffany and Trish came out 🫣 I only pop back in when I hear Naomi music

NAOMI WAS BEATING JADES ASS IM NEED HER TO KEEP THAT SAME ENERGY SUNDAY!!!

Aye one thing about the fatu boys is that they always gonna put each other over in that ring 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️ Jimmy and Solo is gonna have a amazing match tomorrow (it will be the only match I’m watching tomorrow so)

Ngl I didn’t even realize Jacob wasn’t there until I was making a joke about how everyone left Solo before he got jumped 😬 I fear he’ll be there tomorrow babes but I hope not 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽

Big Jim said he did what he needed to do and got the fuck up out of there 😂😂

I knew Seth’s dogs were there as soon as I saw Paul

LA gonna take a stomp a spear and a tsunami tomorrow I can’t wait 😁

[ameliaalvarez06]

IG Live

Jack x reader

Summary: Jack goes live on ig with druski and after a certain joke everyone starts pointing out how his beard looks lighter.

A/N: I didn’t revise this 😭

You walk into your kitchen after coming back from grocery shopping and see Jack laughing with someone on his phone. He didn’t even notice you walk in from how hard he was laughing.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” you ask setting some groceries down on the counter. Jack looks up at you startled which made you laugh. “you ok?” you ask chuckling.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m on live with druski” he says then looks at the bags “why didn’t you call me to help with the bags?”

“there were only a few” you say walking over to the other side of the counter to properly greet him. He turns in his chair to give you a quick peck on the lips then back around to face his screen. You wrap you arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder to greet druski and everyone on the live.

jjackharloww : uhh they’re so cute 😓

user1: must be nice 😭

jackmanharloww: I want him, share him with me y/n 😩

“Hey drew, hi everyone” you say looking at the screen. You watched as a bunch of heys filled the comments.

“y/n what the hell do you do to my boy Jack that you had him shitting bricks when you walked in”

“what do you mean” you chuckle.

“you didn’t see how he jumped when he saw you?” he asked.

“idk, why did you jump, babe?” you asked Jack.

“I didn’t hear you come in” he laughed.

“nah, i think druski was showing you something you shouldn’t have be looking at. Druski what the hell were you showing my man?” you ask jokingly.

“nah nah nah don’t been turning this shit on me. my man was scared shit when you walked in, you gotta be beating on him or something” Druski joked.

user2: we all know if she does it’s because Jack asks her too💀

jackmanharloww: don’t think that would be a punishment for him 🙃

“user2 you’re right” Jack replied with a smirk on his face.

You scan the comments to see what Jack was talking about.

“you’re an idiot” you lightly slap jack’s arm, making him fake a moan.

“ah hell nah y’all into some bdsm typa shit?” Druski asked.

“yes” Jack replies.

“no we’re not” you say playfully glaring at Jack.

“hey hey you know i’m not kink shaming I just didn’t see y/n being into those typa things” Druski kept teasing.

“you guys are annoying” you say getting all flustered making you shove your face into Jacks neck.

user3: jack is definitely a sub

jackmanharloww: @user3 feel like he can be both 💀

user4: have y’all noticed how his beard got lighter ever since he got with y/n 😏

user5: @user4 yesss!

user 6: @user4 swear I was talking about that with my friend the other day 😭

user7: she’s one lucky ass bitch 😪

user8: man y/n is fine af

“why tf are they talking about your beard now” Druski asked confused. “swear my lives turn weird af whenever I but you on here” he laughed.

“uhh i don’t know what thats about” Jack laughs as he reads the comments.

You and jack had seen a couple of tweets about his beard so you guys knew exactly what they were talking about which made you blush even more especially because it was true. Jack had always been big on giving.

“Alright imma go, I need to put the groceries away. byeee” you say walking away from the camera.

“yeah I think imma go too man” Jack says

user 9: y’all ain’t fooling no one

user 4: we know exactly what they finna do 😏

“ahh not in the kitchen. y’all are some na-” Jack left the live before Druski could finish. You look at him and laugh. You start putting groceries away and Jack comes from behind pulling you into a hug.

“you know we’ve never-” “No” you cut him off knowing exactly what he was gonna say.

“come onnn” he whines as he turns you around and starts placing kisses all over your face “pleaseeee.”

“I need to cook dinner” “but i’m hungry for something else” Jack begin to kiss down your neck.

“if you let me cook in peace then i’ll think about it” you tell him.

“alright” he says walking away but not before slapping your ass, a little too hard for your liking.

“oww dumbass” “you just ruined your chance” you told him laughing.

“nooo. i’m sorry baby” he pulls you into a hug and start rubbing your sore ass.

“give me one more chance, please. promise I won’t annoy you anymore” he says making you laugh.

“fine” you tell him. He lets go of you and starts putting groceries away without even having to tell him, little did he know that your answer was gonna be yes no matter what.

[cupophrogs]

BLUNT NOT THE HEART, ENRAGE IT

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[literallydontlook]

Things could be different

Pairing: Captain Rex x f!reader

Rating: Mature/explicit (a lemon, if you’ve also been transported back to 2003, so no minors)

WC: 4k+

Warnings: pining and smut, unprotected PiV, oral (m receiving), fingering

Summary: Post-Saleucami Rex gets what he wants.

A/N: Y’all. Apparently your girl your girl wrote something. Listen, day dreaming about Rex, jotting down notes on my phone and thinking of reasons to buy this dress is a lot more accessible around nonstop family time than drawing smut, so here we are. I’m in as much disbelief as you. You can imagine whatever hot-ass outfit would make you look sexy AF but this is what I’m imagining. Did my best to make reader inclusive but if there’s something I screwed up on that front, please let me know!

Part 2 >

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Rex really doesn’t want to spend his evening at 79s but Cody had somehow convinced him to help babysit keep the 501st and 212th in line. It’s too hot outside to be in a room that packed and he’s *tired*. The return from Saleucami left him with a blaster shot to the chest and his head swimming with confusing, selfish ideas about his purpose as a soldier and his worth as a person — Couldn’t he have one full night’s sleep to himself?

A familiar voice grumbling and swearing close by interrupts his spiraling internal turmoil, but he thinks he’s imagined it. Quickly looking around, he confirms the reality of your presence and Rex’s heart nearly beats out of his chest.

You’re standing in front of a restaurant angrily mashing the buttons on your commlink in a dress just barely skimming the middle of your thighs, shimmer silk cut to tantalize your best features. He’s always thought you were well dressed in professional settings, and Maker knows he thinks you’re beautiful, but he’s never seen you like this before. Even while indulging himself in the privacy of a deserted shower, imagining the feeling of your bare legs tangled with his or your lips wrapped around his cock, his own debauched fantasies never conjured up a picture of you looking this stunning.

It’s already been months - maybe even a whole year since Rex first started pining after you. He isn’t stupid and General Skywalker isn’t as sneaky as he thinks. There’s no reason a Jedi knight needs to meet with a senator this many times in a week, but Rex finds that their trips to the senate building coincidentally end in Padme’s office 90% of the time. And that’s how he first meets you: accompanying the general as he barges into your completely legitimate meeting with the senator to deliver an “important message from the council”. You looked a little peeved, but the senator - graceful as ever - took the interruption in stride, smoothly introducing you to the two men before asking for a private moment with the general.

Exiled behind closed doors, Rex apologized on behalf of his friend expecting a condescending lecture about respect typical of staff working in the senate building. He was surprised when you instead criticized his babysitting abilities. As if he exercised any control over the general - a karking Jedi.

“You can’t let him come by five times a week you know - he’s not subtle and they’re going to get caught.”

Rex huffed out something between a laugh and a scoff when you met his surprised look with an impish smirk, eyes sparkling mischievously. You broke the ice so casually Rex didnt even realize he was traveling the path forged through the broken, melting shards. He had never enjoyed such easy-flowing conversation or friendly banter with a civilian before, but your aura pulsed in time with his, glowing with a warmth that drew him in like an Alderaanian flare-wing to a flame. You were genuinely curious about Rex’s experiences as a clone trooper, but more importantly as a person. The earnestness of your questioning encouraged him to share stories from his time as a cadet and cherished moments with his brothers that not even the general knew about. You were so engrossed, laughing uncontrollably at a story about his first catastrophic day of jet pack training with Cody, that Rex was unable to reciprocate with his own questions before General Skywalker was collecting him to return to base.

After that first introduction, it turned out Rex had plenty of opportunities to ask about your role as Senator Amidala’s press manager and learn about your surprisingly privileged upbringing on Coruscant whenever he was planet-side. He could see how you were drawn to Padme’s politics and admired your duty to the galactic community - to use your skills, connections, and financial resources to help make life better for everyone, not just the Corusanti elite. Accompanying General Skywalker’s frequent trips to the senator’s office on “official Jedi business” afforded him plenty of these chance encounters and he began looking forward to meetings at the Senate building.

By the time Rex realized he was actively finding excuses to end up at the senator’s office with hopes of an accidental encounter, his cadet’s crush had fully evolved into something much more serious.

It was at a group interview and photoshoot you’d organized with the Coruscant News Network that Rex’s vode began raising eyebrows and shooting each other knowing grins. Padme’s proposed new bill granting clones personhood needed an emotional appeal - a way for the public to connect to the troopers’ humanity — so your friendship with Captain Rex and Padme’s close “working” relationship with General Skywalker made it only logical to conscript some men from the 501st to the cause.

Rex isn’t much of a Sabaac player and his soft heart radiated so warmly in your presence that if the way he so easily conversed with you didn’t betray his newly self-admitted feelings, anyone could see the adoration in his lingering gaze and stolen glances.

And this is where his problems began. Rex had hoped to keep this forbidden treasure for himself, hiding you away in his dreams to visit while off planet or in quiet moments of solitude. As a loyal Republic soldier, he’d accepted that his kind aren’t permitted to form romantic relationships with nat borns, but he figured that he could allow himself this one small luxury - one secret, unrequited crush to admire from afar, the memories of who he could use to fuel not just erotic but domestic fantasies in private. Rex had convinced himself that he could toe this line because his feelings only existed hypothetically, in a place that could be buried underground and denied if he were ever questioned. But as soon as his brothers had caught on, his secret was unearthed and he was unable to deny the reality of those feelings solidifying and knocking him on his ass: He was hopelessly smitten and Torrent company wasn’t going to let this go.

Despite the non-stop teasing, the boys were truly happy to see their by-the-books captain show some interest in someone and Fives in particular had made it his personal mission to get Rex laid.

“None of us would report you for asking her out you know.”

Rex stiffened. This was the first time any of his vode had addressed the issue so straightforwardly and even though he did his best to project a professional neutrality, the way he couldn’t meet Fives’ eyes betrayed the intense sense of longing he felt in his heart.

“Senator Amidala’s press manager and I are nothing more than friends. Our duty is to the Republic and anything that could jeopardize our loyalty to the GAR is tantamount to treason.”

But that was before Saleucami. And now…now Rex doesn’t know where he stands.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on this because you’ve suddenly looked up from your commlink, eyebrows still knit and lips in a pout but karking hells, your face actually lights up when you spot him.

“Well well well - look what the tooka dragged in. Fancy seeing you here, Captain.” You love addressing Rex by his rank in mock formality, and he always plays along. In the past, he’s thought briefly, hoped, that the playful way you banter with him could be flirting, that the look in your eyes might mean you feel something for him too. Not that he would or should do anything about it.

“Where are you headed this fine evening?”

Rex huffs out a laugh as he approaches, “I’d hardly call it a ‘fine’ evening — you looked ready to kill a man.”

You cross your arms while averting your gaze. “Yeah, well you’d be mad too if your date left you waiting for over an hour.”

Oh.

Something in Rex’s stomach drops and he visibly deflates; any small flicker of hope he’d ever dared to entertain snuffed out in a moment. Of course you’re seeing someone — of course. And the di’kut apparently doesn’t know what he has because Rex would never take your time and company for granted. He feels indignant on your behalf.

“Well then with all due respect, ma’am —he’s an idiot.”

You can’t help but laugh at the conviction with which he declares this and Rex can’t help the little swell of pride that makes his chest puff — that he was the one to bring you some happiness this evening. He flashes you a lopsided grin.

“I’m never going on a blind date again,” you chuckle while looking away in silent consideration, worrying your lower lip between your teeth before shyly asking, “Have…have you had dinner yet?”

With those two sentences Rex can feel his spirits lift, a little spark lighting the torch he’s been carrying for you. You’re not really seeing anyone, and what’s more, you’re sort of asking him on a date?

“Ma’am? Are you… asking me out?” He asks playfully, hoping you wouldn’t sense the desire burning within him.

Rex knows he shouldn’t even be entertaining this. He knows it’s against regulation, but fuck did seeing Cut with a family awaken new possibilities for him.

You smile at him with a look that’s both coy and uncertain and Rex can’t believe the next words out of your mouth.

“I guess that depends on what your answer is.”

—

You hadn’t been working with Padme for long before you met the handsome captain, moments after his Jedi barged into your meeting unannounced. Rex had the decency to look sheepish as he apologized later in the hallway and you couldn’t help but think he was cute. It’s not often you click with new people, but you could feel a chemistry with Rex as soon as he huffed out a laugh at your stupid joke.

It only took three more chance encounters in her office and a few of your less-than-subtle questions about him before Padme figured out your feelings towards Rex. You were both obviously aware of the restrictions surrounding romantic entanglements with clones, but the senator, herself in a secret, forbidden marriage, isn’t one to let regulation stand in the way of love — not that I love him, you thought to yourself (that would be insane - you barely know the man) but you think that you could.

Padme approached matchmaking like she did politics: with diplomatic strategy. In short, she was the ultimate wingwoman. Somehow, Rex and Anakin’s interruptions became even more frequent after she gently confronted you about your crush and her private conversations with the general seemed to last a little longer, leaving you and the trooper alone to socialize.

While you were beginning to gain some confidence that the captain may return your interest, you were nervous to make a move because of the highly illegal nature of such a proposition. Even with Padme’s help and encouragement, Rex was a well respected, loyal trooper and you weren’t confident he’d be willing to risk his rank and life for…what - a date? After several months, Anakin had been able to gather pretty definitive evidence that Rex had no intention of crossing that line.

Padme was the one to deliver the news and you did your best to keep the disappointment and hurt from your face.

“Why don’t I set you up? I know Senator Clovis has a few friends that you’d like,” Padme had gently suggested. “You’ll forget all about Rex after a few fun nights out.”

Five failed dates later and you found yourself being stood up by a senatorial aid in front of a swanky restaurant feeling one part humiliated and one part irate.

And then he was there - helmetless but dressed in full armor - and you couldn’t help how the sight of him made your heart flip flop in your chest. You’re not sure what gave you the courage to finally make a move but something about his energy was different tonight.

“Have…have you had dinner yet?”

—

“I’m sorry but this…this is disgusting.”

Rex looks truly repulsed as he stares at the slop on his plate before finally pushing it away. Not many respectable establishments on the surface serve clones so you’d opted to order in. Unfortunately there was a mix up at the restaurant and you ended up with someone else’s food. They had terrible taste.

“I’m never letting you pick the restaurant ever again,” you tease while setting aside your plate and turning your body towards Rex. What started out as a rotten evening was turning out to be one of the most fun nights you’d had in awhile. After the initial awkwardness of navigating being on a “date”, the two of you slipped back into your familiar, playful dynamic. Rex was as kind and considerate as always and you couldn’t help but think about how handsome he is. He had stripped down to his blacks after entering your apartment and Maker did he look good.

He pauses before turning to face you, his arm bent, resting over the back of the couch “…’again’ huh?”

Rex had meant for it to come out more playful but his voice betrayed the hope and longing gripping his heart.

You would normally fire back with something witty and flirtatious but you’re just now realizing how close he’s sitting to you. The energy between you has suddenly shifted; what was friendly and comfortable now felt charged with possibility, the air electric. Your mouth feels too dry and you swallow thickly before managing to nod once.

“Yeah…Again.” You breathe.

The seconds seem to stagnate, stretching to impossible lengths as he leans in slowly and licks his lips, eyes darting down towards yours before meeting your gaze again.

“Can I - can I kiss you?”

And just like that, the heat building between the two of you over the last year boils over and rushes straight to your core. You crash your lips into his and he snakes a hand around your waist while the other grips the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands rove the firm planes of his chest, traveling over his broad shoulders and then up behind his neck before scratching your nails over his scalp. He moans into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine and another flood of warmth to your center.

He chases your lips as you pull away momentarily to straddle his hips. Rex’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he cups your face and pulls you into another bruising kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, hands moving to squeeze your waist and bunch the silky fabric in his fists. You breathe a desperate whine when he breaks away and you know you should feel pathetic, whimpering as he kisses down your neck and sucks a mark at the base, but your body is on fire and burning too hot to care. He pauses his lips above the dip between your breasts, eyes glancing up to you for permission.

“Is this ok?” He asks while rubbing soothing circles into your waist. Maker he’s so cute, you think.

“Yes,” you breathe, “you can touch me anywhere.”

Rex palms at your tits, swiping the pads of his thumbs over your pebbled nipples before pulling down the front of your dress and sucking a sensitive bud into his mouth and releasing it with a lewd pop. Your back arches as you grind yourself over his hardening bulge, whimpering for more.

“F-fuck I’ve wanted you for so long,” he growls into your jaw as his hands travel the length of your thighs, sliding under the hem of your dress and bunching it up around your waist as he gropes the plush of your ass, fingers moving to tease the band of your panties.

You cup his jaw in your hands, tilt his face up towards yours and, pressing your forehead to his you whisper, “then have me.” His cock twitches as he takes you in — kiss bruised lips smeared with lipstick are parted, chest heaving, breasts exposed and heavy lidded eyes leave you looking completely debauched. You’re a vision plucked straight from his dreams and Rex reaches cautiously, hands trembling — as if any sudden movements could cause him to wake in his bunk, alone and painfully hard — to unzip your dress. And when you’re finally bare before him his breath hitches.

You lean forward, nipping at his ear and whisper, “Take me to bed, captain.”

Rex completely short circuits. He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this. He can’t believe you’re real. Maybe he actually died from that blaster wound on Saleucami and he’s gone to some paradise in the afterlife. Somehow he finds the wherewithal to grip under your thighs and lift you, standing as you mouth at his jaw.

Your apartment is small so Rex finds the bed room easily. He tosses you gently onto the bed and he pulls the top of his blacks over his head. Your eyes widen. It’s not like you didn’t know he’d have a body like this; after all, he’s basically a genetically modified super soldier and Maker knows you’ve fantasized about it. But you’re still shocked into an awestruck silence when you actually see him. Rex is built like a god — defined upper body, corded muscles under golden skin begging to be touched. You watch with bated breath as he peels off his bottoms, freeing his stiff cock and for the first time you thank the Kaminoans because fuck — he’s huge.

You must have been staring because he’s stopped undressing, eyes worried and eyebrows knit. He self consciously looks down at himself and back to you.

“Uh…is th – am I not what you expected?” He asks and the hurt that flashes in his eyes breaks your heart.

“What? No! I mean fuck, Rex,” you stammer out as you rise up to your knees and run your hand down his chest and over his abdomen appreciatively, “Maker, you’re just… you’re way hotter than I imagined,” you admit with a nervous chuckle. Your eyes meet his and you bite your lip, sinking back down until your face is level with his cock. You wrap a hand around the base and lick a stripe up the underside and Rex struggles to control his breathing. Without breaking eye contact, you take him into your mouth, swiping your tongue over the bead of precum leaking from the tip and his hands fly to grip the back of your head as he throws his head back and groans.

“F-fuck.”

You could get addicted to this kind of power. Rex, venerable clone captain of the 501st, falling apart and trembling because of your mouth. You take him in further until he’s touching the back of your throat and your nose brushes against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. You can feel him tensing and fisting your hair as he struggles not to buck into your mouth. Breathing through your nose you gag on his length before pulling off to replace your mouth with your hand and stroke him languidly.

“Maker — Fuck. C’mere,” he grits out while pulling you up into another searing kiss. Rex’s hands desperately roam your body, groping and feeling and squeezing, pushing you down gently to lay on your back as he crawls over you. He slides one hand down to your center and runs a finger through your folds.

“You’re so wet.” Rex moans appreciatively as he swipes a finger over your clit.

“Yes,” you whimper into his mouth, “All ‘cause of you. I want you so bad, Rex.”

He pushes two fingers into your hole and the stretch has you throbbing with need and sets your nerve endings alight. As he pumps in and out, you slip a hand down to rub tight circles over your clit.

“That’s my girl,” he praises as he adds a third finger, “you can come for me like this, yeah?”

You can feel yourself edging closer and closer to your climax but you don’t want it to end yet. “Rex please — I want you…. I wanna feel you inside me,” you moan pathetically.

“Just give me one. Just give me one like this and you can have whatever you want.” He grits out and with that, he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes you scream. Your vision goes white and you fist the sheets as Rex fucks you through your orgasm, his fingers now dripping with your release. And when you finally come down from your high, panting and boneless, he crawls up onto the bed to kiss you sweetly, cupping your cheek in his hand and gently caressing the skin with his thumb. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours, gazing into your eyes with an awe-struck look that melts your heart.

You huff out an incredulous laugh. “Wow,” you breath. Rex responds with a dopey, crooked smile and you reach out to cup his face in your hands. “Fuck me, Rex.”

His eyes darken before he crashes his lips to yours, tongue swiping into your mouth as he reaches down to blindly notch himself at your entrance and push in slowly. You can feel every ridge and vein as he breeches your tight walls and you both groan in unison when he’s buried to the hilt. You wrap your legs around him and dig your heels into his ass, begging for him to move.

You’d normally like to be fucked fast and rough but there’s something about the slow, deep way Rex thrusts into you that feels reverential, like you’re a goddess and he’s worshipping at your altar. The feeling clouds your mind and sparks something deep inside and when he threads his fingers through yours you feel like your heart could burst out of your chest. He kisses along your jaw and babbles incoherently into your ear.

“Th-think about you all the time.”

“F-fuck, mesh’la.”

“Feel better than I imagined.”

He picks up his pace, grinding into you when his hips meet yours. You never thought such vanilla sex could feel so mind meltingly good but the new pace he’s set, the way his coarse hairs rub against your clit, and his mumbled confessions send you to another plane of existence, building and building and building.

“Oh stars, Rex, please don’t stop,” you beg. “I’m so close.” You frantically reach around his back, nails sinking into his skin as the heat building in your core finally ignites and —

“Oh gods Rex, I—FUCK”

You’re sobbing his name as he ruts into you, fucking you through your orgasm and desperately seeking his own release. Your walls grip his cock like a vice and he follows soon after, choking out a strangled moan as he rips himself from your warmth to take himself in hand and cover your breasts in his release.

The moments that follow are quiet. There’s only the sound of your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as you come down from your highs, taking each other in. Your faces are mirrors of incredulity.

Did that actually just happen?

As the fog of lust dissipates, you remember the confessions he moaned into your ear. Could he have feelings for you too? Was any of that true?

You’re at a loss for words, stunned into silence until Rex clears his throat, “Ah uh where can I find —“ he motions at the mess he’s made.

“Oh,” you mentally shake yourself out of your stupor.

“Towels and stuff are in the ‘fresher under the sink,” you say as you prop yourself up on your forearms, “…thanks.”

He’s back in a moment with a warm, damp washcloth, gently wiping away his spend from your chest. His eyes make contact with yours. They’re full of adoration and uncertainty and he opens his mouth to speak just when the sound of his commlink chirps from the other room.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t massively disappointed when he reluctantly left to answer it; you can hear him being called away, an order to return to base immediately.

When he returns to your room, Rex is wearing an expression you can’t read. It’s serious but the way his eyebrows are knit together betrays a sense of…sadness? Regret? Your heart is in your throat. Maybe he’s realized what a massive mistake this was. That he could be court martialed if this progressed any further.

“So you’re being summoned. Duty calls?” You tease, trying to find familiar ground, an attempt to return to your old dynamic and calm your nerves.

“That’s right.” His voice is tight and he nods once in your direction before finding his discarded blacks and redressing. You watch him silently from your bed, admiring the shadowy outline of his muscles rippling in the dim light as he pulls on his top. He pauses for a moment and turns his head to look at you in consideration before walking out of the room. You hear the snaps of claps and the clanking of plastoid as he puts on his armor and briefly consider whether you should get up to see him out when he returns fully dressed. Rex nervously adjusts his vambraces before breaking the silence.

“Can I…see you again?” He asks shyly.

Your chest squeezes and you can’t help the smile that’s plastering your face.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I’d like that.” Rex’s face lights up with your acceptance and he thanks the Maker for the scar at the center of his chest, for the near-death experience that led him to Cut. For the Lawquanes. For opening his eyes to look past his programming and showing him that maybe…

Maybe things could be different.

—

Part 2 >

A/N: WOW my respect for fic writers on this hellsite has increased tenfold. Formatting in this editor is a bitch. Why are all the paragraph breaks different sizes? I can’t.

Tagging some Rex sluts: @djarinsbeskar @asta-lily @book-of-baba-fett @djarrex @rowansparrow

[msbigredmachine]

Watched Wrestlemania 39. My highlights:

Night 1

1. Right person won the US title match. Not a fan of Cena and probably never will be. Sorry.

2. All the guys in the men’s showcase match went off! Gosh! They all killed it, every one of them.

3. Seth versus Logan was expectedly good. Yes Logan Paul is an ass but that guy is great in the ring. Period.

4. KSI being frogplashed through a table 🤣🤣🤣

5. Outfit of the weekend. I don’t care what none of y’all say.

6. Didn’t really like the six women tag match. I just feel that Damage Ctrl need to split up now. Nothing is going their way.

7. Father and son arguably with the entrances of the weekend. Dom coming from prison and Rey in a low rider with Snoop bumping to two classic songs! 😭

8. This part had me screaming!

9. Dom splashing a drink in Aalyah’s face made me gasp! Excellent heel work by ex condom.

10. Rey winning made all the sense in the world. Months of disrespect ending in the most emphatic way possible. Dominik will be fine.

11. So glad Rhea won. Charlotte Flair is not interesting unless she has the title. The match was entertaining though. Loved it.

12. Lil Uzi Vert playing out the Usos was random, but I like Just Wanna Rock so it wasn’t an issue for me.

13. The Usos in all white is always 🔥🔥🔥. The main event twins!

14.Loved that Kevin and Sami wore matching outfits too. Sami is sooo over it’s crazy.

15. It was all fun and games till the Usos isolated Sami and started teeing off on him. Like fucking assassins. Then Sami kept kicking out and the Usos kept brutalizing him. That shit was uncomfortable.

16. Please rewatch the part where Jey put Sami in the corner and used him for target practice. The slaps, the forearms, the leaping Helluva kick, the trash talk. Jey is soooo HURT. That made me emotional.

17. The near falls were killing me! It got to a point when I stopped commenting and just kept watching because I was mesmerized. I didn’t want to miss a thing by talking.

18. The ending sequence. Cinema. Sami putting Jey away was the icing on the cake. Kevin’s face after the bell rang. The roar of the crowd. My own tears falling. Heartbroken for Jey. Elated for Sami. Unbelievable.

19. Hands down one of the best Mania main events in its 40 year history. Best tag team title match I’ve ever seen. And it did not surprise me at all, because four of the best in the world executed it to perfection.

Night 2

1. Nothing to say about Brock/Omos. Whatever.

2. Night and day between the men’s showcase match 👍🏾 and the women’s showcase match 👎🏾

3. LOOOOL Drew, Gunther and Sheamus beat the SHIT out of each other. Wowwww. The right man won. Gunther has a great aura and needs to hold that shit for a year.

4. That little girl in the middle of Bianca’s troupe lost her mother THAT DAY and still went out and killed her section. She is so so brave and I’m so happy she was still able to get that opportunity. She looked so happy despite her immense loss. My condolences to her and I hope she had the time of her life.

5. I feel bad for Asuka. L after L after L at Mania. But Bianca is a once in a lifetime athlete. Keep that belt on her for as long as possible.

6. I have ZERO sympathy for Shane McMahon. 7 years away from turning SIXTY and your ass still thinks you're 25. LA Knight was LITERALLY there to do this segment with. There are useful nepo babies and useless nepo babies. You can guess where I think Shane belongs.

7. Snoop essentially flying through the air just to hit one elbow drop 😂😂😂

8. Edge and Finn’s video package was TOP tier! And the fact that Russell Crowe was involved is insane!!!

9. Shout out to Finn for continuing the match with his head split open. Holy cow.

10. Great match from Edge and Finn. Really good.

11. The main event felt like a HUGE deal. Fabulous entrances.

12. Immaculate entrance by Cody Rhodes. I had chills. He looked like the star that he is. His jacket was 🔥🔥🔥 The wings on the back made it look so epic.

13. Tears in my eyes when he hugged his family and then gave his belt to Negative One.

14. This was Roman’s first grand entrance as the Tribal Chief. The pianists went off. Loved how the soft piano ended and the BOOM opening of his theme song followed right after. So intimidating.

15. He didn’t change his pants. Just his boots. Boo, Mr Reigns. That doesn’t count.

16. Shout out to Samantha Irvin and her intros. That girl is GOOD.

17. Solo the shooter, terrorizing Cody at every turn. It eventually paid off. That’s why Roman don’t talk to his brothers anymore, lol. They’re not as reliable as their baby brother.

18. ROLLERCOASTER of a match. The ejection of Solo, the near falls! 😭

19. This match would have been five stars for me if it wasn’t for the ref bump. It’s like the 4th match in a row it was happening and it’s a bit repetitive. Let Roman have a no DQ match for once so he can do what he wants.

20. My jaw dropped when the ref counted to three! I honestly thought Cody was winning. I was sooo shocked. Nothing I thought would happen, happened

21. It will be interesting to see what is going to happen next because I have no clue. Will Cody still chase the titles or will it be someone else? How badly will Roman bully the twins now that they are no longer champions?

22. Lmao at Roman using every social media platform to gloat afterwards. He knew this was the reaction he would get and he was loving it.

Overall: Night 1 was much better than Night 2 IMO. Night 1 is probably the best Mania night I’ve ever watched. Practically every match delivered and I was happy.

MVP of the weekend - Dominik Mysterio. He was flawless. Heeled it up to the nines. His match with his father was near perfect. Bright future for that young man

Line of the weekend - “This is what Dominik gave up for those bozos, Dominik deserved what he got tonight at Mania”- Michael Cole spitting 🔥 the entire show.

What did you agree or disagree with?

[alrightberries]

Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about. 

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own. 

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight. 

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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Lollipop || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: your brother and his best friend find themselves in a fight after a few boys don’t know when to shut their mouth.

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1935

“What do you think you’re doin’, punk?” He asked, plucking the lollipop from your hand. “I thought Steve told you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Kneeling beside you behind the dumpster, Bucky pulled the wrapping off of the top of the lollipop, slipping it into his mouth. Swatting your brother’s best friend, you scolded him in a hushed voice.

“Hey! Big mouth!” You whispered. “Can you stop talkin’ so loud? Someone’s gonna find us if you don’t shut up. Thanks for stealing my lollipop by the way.”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, raising his eyebrows, pulling the candy out of his mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Consider it payment for keepin’ my mouth shut. The hell you doing back here anyway?”

You were asking yourself the same question.

You and your brother Steve always walked home together at the end of the school day when he met you at your locker after the final bell rung. However earlier that day, your brother had come up to you, his eyes unable to meet yours, telling you to wait for him out front after school was over for the day because he ‘had something he had to do’ afterwards. Not even giving you a chance to ask him why, your brother had stormed off to his next class.

Not one to mind your own business when it came to Steve, as soon as the dismissal bell rung, you disobeyed his orders, making your way to the back of the school, hiding behind the dumpster you and Bucky were situated at now.

“You mean he didn’t tell you?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” He asked. “I haven’t seen him since lunch. Why? What’d he say?”

Shaking your head, you glanced at the door of the building as it opened. “Nothing. He was acting really weird-”

Cutting yourself short, you stopped speaking as you saw two boys you recognized, coming out the back door of the school, laughing with one another. Shutting yourself up, you tugged on the sleeve of Bucky’s t-shirt when you saw none other than your brother Steve emerge from the door seconds later.

“Hey!” Steve called to the two boys.

“What the hell is he doing?” Bucky whispered to you.

Pulling his shirt tighter, your eyes growing wide, you both continued to watch the scene unfold in front of you.

“Listen, Rogers, if you know what’s good for you you’ll go back inside.” The boy you recognized as Matthew said, turning around.

“Take back what you said.” Your brother said, his hands balling into fists at his side. When he received no answer from either of the boys, he raised his voice. “I said take back what you said in the bathroom!”

The two boys glancing at each other, one of them raised his voice.

“Yeah? Or what?”

Rather than replying, you watched as your brother raised his fists to his eye line, but before anything could come from it, one of the boys strode over to Steve, swinging a punch to his face before he could even block it, the other kicking him to the ground.

“Shit!” Bucky swore, shrugging your hand off of his shirt and rising to his feet. “Stay here.”

“But Buck-” You began.

Taking the lollipop out of his mouth, he shoved it into your hands, pointing his finger at you. “I said- stay here.”

You watched with wide eyes as your brother’s best friend, made his way around the dumpster, over to the fight happening before your eyes.

“Hey!” Bucky called, the boys’ heads turning at the sound of his voice. “Pick on someone your own size.”

Grabbing the collar of one of the boy’s shirts, Bucky shoved him against the wall, throwing a punch to his face.

“What the hell did these guys do to piss you off so bad, Steve?” Bucky asked, holding Matthew against the wall.

Answering for him, the boy smiled, showing off his bloody teeth. “All I said was that it’s a good thing y’all are so poor. If the Rogers could buy better clothes we wouldn’t get to see Y/n’s panties through her skirt every time she-“

“Keep her name outta your God damn mouth!” Steve shouted before he took another blow to his face.

Beginning to feel his blood boil at the sight of the boy in front of him, Bucky’s jaw clenched as he grabbed Matthew by the collar with both hands and threw him onto the ground.

“C’mon Barnes,” The boy laughed. “You’ve seen her. You’re tellin’ me you spend all your time with that charity case friend of yours without wanting anythin-”

Practically seeing red, Bucky climbed on top of him, and began throwing a series of punches against the boy’s face. 

Although you were Steve’s sister, Bucky had known you well enough that he wasn’t going to back away from a fight where your name was being dragged through the mud. He had known you practically his whole life- you and Steve were a packaged deal, having been adopted by the Rogers as an infant and raised as Steve’s sister. Although he teased the hell out of you, he had always had a soft spot for his best friend’s sister and he wasn’t about to let some asshole talk that way about you without getting his face beat in.

Despite Bucky’s orders, you couldn’t sit by and watch your brother get beat up by the boy on top of him while Bucky took out the other. Slipping the lollipop that was in your hands into your own mouth, you grabbed the piece of plywood that was laying against the dumpster beside you and stood up. Making your way around the dumpster over to where the fight was going on, you came up behind the unnamed boy that was on top of your brother. Lifting the piece of wood in your hands, you swung it across the back of the his head.

A loud yelp erupting from the boy’s mouth as he fell to the ground, off of Steve grabbed Bucky’s attention.

“What the-” Bucky exclaimed looking up to see you standing above your brother and the other boy. “I thought I told you to stay-”

Before he could finish his sentence however, distracted by you, the boy below him took advantage of the situation to swing a punch right into Bucky’s eye.

“Shit!” He shouted in pain, but before Matthew could throw another one, Bucky threw one last punch across his nose, the boy immediately screaming in pain.

“My nose!” He shouted, hands shooting to his bloodied face. “I think you broke my fucking nose!”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, pulling on the boy’s collar and bringing his face inches from his. “If you even think about the Rogers girl again, I’ll kick your fucking teeth in, alright?”

Nodding wildly, he scrambled to his feet, running back towards the door of the building, the boy you had hit with the piece of plywood, holding the back of his head close behind him. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, you dropped the piece of wood at your side, closing your eyes until you felt the lollipop slip out of your mouth.

“Wha-” You began, opening your eyes.

When they did, your eyes landed on a bruised up Bucky slipping the lollipop into his own mouth once again.

“You owe me another one.” You said.

“Yeah right.” Bucky scoffed, pointing at the black eye that was forming on his face. “This shiner’s worth two of these stupid things and I got it because you, missy, don’t know when to stay put.”

Shaking your head, you turned to look at your brother and his bloodied face, resting your hand on his shoulder before turning back to Bucky.

“Steve needed help!” You exclaimed, attempting to defend yourself.

Shrugging your hand off, Steve shook his head. “I didn’t need your help, Y/n.” He said. “I could’ve handled those guys.”

You knew Steve wasn’t one to ask for help- he hated it actually. With his stature and health people were always either giving him help he didn’t ask for out of pity or actively working to make his life even more miserable. You understood that because of all of this he didn’t ask or want your help, but you didn’t help him because you didn’t believe in him, but- for the same reason as Bucky- because you cared. 

Knowing better than to make the situation worse, you sighed in defeat, nodding.

“You’re right.” You said to your older brother. “I’m sorry.”

Watching the scene in front of him, Bucky laid his hands on both of your shoulders.

“Listen, those guys were assholes.” He said glancing at each of you. “They deserved to get their ass kicked by three people. I don’t think we’ll have to worry about them again for a while now.”

-

As Bucky and you sat waiting for your brother on a bench in front of your shared high school for him to grab his wallet, you looked up at Bucky. Although you had to squint your eyes from the sun shining above the buildings, you gazed at your brother’s best friend’s face- the way the lollipop stick hung outside his mouth, the scruff that was already covering his jawline and even the bruise that had begun to form around his eye.

Shaking your head to clear your mind, you cleared your throat.

“Buck?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He replied, staring ahead, hand still on the stick of the lollipop in his mouth.

“What...” You began, fiddling with your fingers. “What was that fight all about anyway?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, and slipping the lollipop out his mouth he turned to you.

“You didn’t hear any of that?”

“No.”

Staring straight ahead, placing the candy back on his tongue he thought about the fight that had just unfolded and the sick things the kid who’s face he beat in said to cause it. He knew nothing good would come from you knowing and he knew even more that no matter how much he tried he wouldn’t even be able to say the words to your face.

“Same old stuff.” He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “Ya know, about Steve’s height and shit.”

Shaking your head, you scoffed.

“What assholes.”

“Yeah.”

Before anymore could be said, the sound of the front door of the school swinging open drew you and Bucky’s attention, Steve emerging from inside the building.

“Anyone steal anything?” Bucky asked, pushing himself off of the bench.

Chuckling, Steve opened his wallet to reveal... nothing.

“Not if there’s nothing to steal.” Your brother laughed.

Making your short trip back to your respective apartments, you followed behind with Bucky and Steve, laughing along with their jokes along the way despite their bruised and battered faces and the events that had transpired not even a half an hour before.

When Bucky made it back to his building, the stick of the lollipop still in his mouth, he waved back to the two of you. Watching as you and your brother made your way back home until you both had left his line of sight, Bucky couldn’t help but think about how one day the Rogers siblings would stop getting themselves into fights, but until that day came he swore he would do whatever it took to protect his best friend and his ‘punk’ little sister who- despite his best efforts- he had always saved a special place in his heart for.

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not so bad - chapter 3

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Sally’s was an old haunt for the East Summers women’s soccer team. At least once a month, the entire team would swarm inside after practice, ordering ten whole pizzas at a time. Annabeth felt like she knew the place by heart: the squeak of the peeling linoleum floor under her Converses, the smell of melting mozzarella and tomatoes, and the crackle of old Italian crooners playing over the speakers inside. On more than one occasion, the team would burst into a rousing rendition of “New York, New York” because it was the only song they recognized. It was in those moments when Annabeth would smile and sing along that she was reminded life didn’t incessantly suck all the time.

The team piled in after a particularly rough scrimmage they had against their rivals. The bruises on Annabeth’s calves told a miserable tale. She always hated playing them because of how their defenders seemed to enjoy hacking away at anything that moved. They were clever about it too, making sure the ref wasn’t looking so they wouldn’t draw fouls. She found herself rubbing at the bruises in a futile attempt to ease the pain, a grimace on her face.

Once everyone was seated, Annabeth stood up with a groan and addressed the group. “Alright, we’re getting the standard four cheese, two pepperoni, two sausage and olive, and two jalapeño and pineapple for those of us with good taste. Sound good?”

Her pineapple comment drew a couple eye rolls, but they all knew better than to shit talk pineapple as a pizza topping in her presence. The pizzeria was more crowded than usual so they had to wait for a waiter to come take their order, but a few minutes later someone stopped by.

“Sorry about that. Little busier tonight than usual. Now, what’ll you be having?”

Annabeth turned to look and realized it was Percy. Her throat went a little dry at the sight of him. He was wearing a black shirt beneath a navy apron with the pizzeria’s logo and a pair of blue jeans. His arrival killed off all conversation as everyone stared at him uneasily. If the attention bothered him, Percy didn’t show it. Instead, he was focused on Annabeth.

It took a second for Annabeth to regain her wits and tell him their order. Percy jotted it down on his notepad and made for the kitchen. Once he was gone, the atmosphere amongst the team thawed, and a few of the girls giggled nervously.

“Holy shit, that was Percy Jackson, right?”

“He works here now?”

“He scares the shit out of me.”

“Honestly? I think he’s kinda hot.”

The last comment caught everyone’s attention, including Annabeth’s. It was a sophomore named Ellie, and she went beet red at the sudden scrutiny.

“You’re insane, Ellie,” Melanie said, scoffing. “A guy like that is trouble.”

“Yeah, definitely the type to beat his girlfriend.”

Annabeth found her hands balling into fists at that comment, but she held her tongue.

Ellie must have felt the need to defend herself because she said, “C’mon, none of you are into that whole brooding, sexy bad boy thing he’s got going on?”

That got a few reluctant chimes of agreement, but Annabeth felt uncomfortable with the whole conversation. She stood up under the pretense of going to the bathroom and locked herself inside for a while. Honestly, she shouldn’t have been as bothered by her teammates comments as she was, but after Percy’s help at the party she couldn’t just sit there and listen. Annabeth kind of hated herself for not standing up for him and saying something. Although she barely knew him, Annabeth just knew in her bones that Percy wasn't the abusive type.

With a sigh, she left the bathroom before her teammates started wondering what she was doing, but Percy was standing outside, leaned against the wall.

A small smile danced on his lips. “Just when I was about to knock to see if you were having explosive diarrhea.”

Annabeth barked a laugh. “Don’t be such an ass.”

“You kind of deserve a little shit after that pineapple on pizza comment,” Percy said, shrugging.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow and said, “Trust me, Jackson, that’s a fight you won’t win.”

Percy pushed off the wall and stepped towards her. “If it’s a fight, I’d say my chances are pretty good. After all, haven’t you heard? I’m a very dangerous person.”

His sudden closeness made warmth blossom in her stomach. “Do I look scared to you?”

Percy locked eyes with her, like he was waiting for her to crack. When she didn’t, Annabeth caught his mouth curve up into the ghost of a smile before he stepped back.

“Willing to die on the pineapple on pizza hill, huh? I can respect that. Of course, like any good Italian-American boy would tell you, that makes you an absolute nut-case, but I can still respect the conviction.”

That got a laugh out of her. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Oh, I don’t,” Percy said. “Ma just asked me to help tonight because they were understaffed.”

Annabeth blinked. “Your mom?”

“Yeah, Sally Jackson. You know, like the name of the store,” Percy said casually.

“I had no idea,” Annabeth said, shaking her head. “Tell your mom I said she makes the best pizza I’ve ever had.”

“Why don’t you tell her yourself?”

Annabeth frowned. “What?”

“Trust me, she’ll be so happy to hear that,” Percy said, waving for her to follow him.

With a great deal of trepidation, Annabeth followed Percy into the kitchens where a dark-haired woman was throwing pizza dough in the air, forming it into an oblong disk. Percy pressed a kiss to her cheek, which drew a smile out of her.

“I thought you were supposed to be out front?” she said in an accusatory tone.

“I know, but there’s someone here to see you, Ma,” Percy said. “This is Annabeth Chase. Our school valedictorian and captain of the soccer team.”

Sally smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you, dear. This is the first time I’ve met one of Percy’s school friends.”

Annabeth offered a smile as well and said, “I was just telling Percy that you make the best pizza I’ve ever tasted, and he said you’d want to hear that in person.”

“He’s right about that,” Sally laughed. “That’s very sweet of you, Annabeth. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Annabeth said. “I’ll, um, get out of your hair now. I know you’re super busy and stuff.”

“It was good to meet you, honey!” Sally said.

Percy lead her back out to the restaurant, but he seemed uncharacteristically subdued. She was about to ask him about it when he gave her a sheepish glance.

“Thanks for not correcting her back there,” Percy mumbled.

“About what?”

Percy rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his shoes. “You know, when she assumed you were a school friend.”

Annabeth furrowed her brow. “Why would I have corrected her? We are friends.”

Percy looked up in surprise. “Really?”

The surprise and reverence in his voice tugged at Annabeth’s heartstrings. She wasn’t trying to be nice but it hadn’t occurred to her until just then that she was probably the first person to ever call him a friend.

“Yes really, you dork,” Annabeth said.

Percy’s face melted as a genuine yet shy smile blossomed across his face. “Thanks, Annabeth. That- that really means a lot.”

Annabeth didn’t know what to say so tried for a nonchalant shrug, butterflies in her stomach, but a moment later Percy’s smile faded in favor of something more guarded.

“But are you sure? You know what you’re getting into, right? What they say about me?” Percy said carefully.

“Of course I’m sure,” Annabeth said immediately. “You’re a good person.”

Percy looked at her warily. “You barely know me.”

“I know enough,” Annabeth said defiantly.

For a few seconds, Percy silently locked eyes with her before he shook his head with a smile. “You’re crazier than I thought.”

“Really? Pineapple on pizza wasn’t enough to tip you off?” Annabeth teased.

The sound of his laugh had her ducking her head to hide a smile. He was about to say something more when someone called for him from the kitchen. Percy shot her an apologetic look, but Annabeth waved him off and waited for him to leave before she stopped holding back the smile threatening to break across her face. She waited there, outside the kitchen door, a little longer before she made her way back to her teammates.