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evera-era · 6 months

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heal me. (pt 3)

ellie williams x f!reader pt 1, pt 2

warnings: nervous/cutesy ellie, fluff, yearning, eventual kissing !!

a/n: no mentions of medic stuff this time bc i wanted reader to enjoy life outside of that. also i’m sorry for putting this off, i just wasn’t sure how i felt ab it </3 but here’s the final part !!

“Wow… you really do have the whole collection.” You murmur, lightly grazing your fingertips over the spines of Ellie’s comics.

It was the first time you had been to her house. Well… garage. She wasn’t exactly proud of it either, but it was homely.

“Pretty cool, huh?” She says, watching you. “I’ve probably read it about a dozen times already.”

You smiled, turning and looking at her over your shoulder. She shifts on her bed.

“Didn’t know you were a geek.”

“A- A geek?” She stutters, raising her eyebrows. “Wow, okay. Ouch.”

You both laughed, and you bit down on your lip. “It’s not a bad thing. Geeks are cute.”

You turned to look back at her bookshelf as Ellie’s face flushes. She knew you were flirting with her — it was obvious you were flirting with her — but she didn’t know what to do next.

“Mind if I read the second one while I’m here?” You ask, pulling the sandwiched comic out of its spot.

“Go for it,” She says, pulling her converse off her feet. “You can come sit over here. I mean — if, if you want.”

You grinned, spinning on your heel before plopping yourself on her bed. It was soft, and surprisingly comfy.

“Hey, this isn’t fair.”

“What?” She says, eyes widening.

“Your bed. It’s so nice,” You comment, looking up at her. “How do you just casually have the best bed, like, ever?”

The redhead laughs. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“I’m not even kidding,” You sigh. “God. I could sleep here forever.”

As you turn the page and begin reading, Ellie can’t help but look over at you. You were inches away from her, on her bed, in her bedroom. And you said you wanted to sleep next to her. It felt surreal.

She swears she could probably die happy right about now.

About ten minutes pass, and Ellie clears her throat. “So, uh, how are you liking it so far?”

“It’s really good,” You say, still holding the book up. “I think I could get into this series… if you’ll let me, of course.”

“Y-Yeah,” She says quickly. “Yeah, of course. Uh, whenever you want.”

You smiled gently before looking over at her.

“Hey, Ellie?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You ask. “Or… boyfriend? Sorry. Should’ve asked.”

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “G-Girlfriend. And uh, no, not currently.”

“So you’re seeing someone?” You question.

“No— No, sorry. I meant… that I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” You say simply, before returning to the comic. Her head swarms as she tries to figure out your intentions.

Was that was your way of telling her you liked her? Shit, or were you just being friendly? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t wanna read into it wrong.

A few more minutes pass as she looks down at you. “Um… and you?”

“Huh?” You say, looking up from the book. “Me?”

“Y-Yeah. Do… you have someone?”

“No,” You say. “I’d be surprised if anyone even liked me. I mean… I’m not all that. But you? You get to go on patrol and look all badass and stuff.”

Ellie blushes, looking down at the ground. “You— you look good, too. Better. I meant… better.”

She wants to kick herself. Why does she sound so stupid when she wants to flirt back?

Nonetheless, you took the compliment with a smile. “Thanks, Ellie.”

Ellie gives a thin-lipped smile, desperately hoping she was better at putting her thoughts into words. And that she wasn’t a total dork.

The two of you had spent the next few hours in her room. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, painting her window blinds a pale shade of gray. You had gone through two comics at most, as you had spent half of your time speaking to her instead of actually reading.

“Alright,” You nudged her knee. “It’s your turn to tell me a story.”

“Alright, alright.” She pauses. “I have a good one. It’s about my friend Jesse.”

“Okay. Shoot,” You reply, looking up at her.

You realized that you enjoyed watching her. More than anyone you had ever met.

There was a sparkle she got in her eyes when she was excited about something, and her nose would scrunch whenever she described something she didn’t like. It was cute and adorable and god, you wanted more of her.

“…And so while me and Dina were sledding, he slips and absolutely busts his ass.” At this point, Ellie’s smiling, making grand hand gestures as she explains.

“I’m talkin’ full on, face first into the fucking snow! It was hilarious, and—“

She notices your staring, and immediately clears her throat. “Uh... are— are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You say, pushing yourself up from the position you were laying in. You scoot closer, so you’re hovering over her face.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, looking into her eyes. When you’re met with silence, you close your eyes, mentally scolding yourself.

“Sorry… was that awkward?” You cover your face with your hands. “That was awkward, wasn’t it? N-Nevermind. I swear I was listening—“

For a moment, you were worried that maybe you had come on too strong. That just as you began to make a new friend, you had pushed her away, in a rather embarrassing manner. But your fears dissipate when you feel the warmth of her hands on yours.

She peels your hands away from your face, holding them gently. Her fingers were nimble, and rather coarse, but her touch is near electrifying.

“Please,” She whispers, barely audible. And before you have the chance to lean in, her lips have already hit yours.

Ellie’s kiss is desperate; it was something she had been wanting to do since she had first met you. And inside, she’s ecstatic, because she never thought you’d ask her to.

Her lips are warm, and encompassing, and her breath is shallow against your face. She goes slowly as to burn this memory into her brain.

When the two of you pull away, it’s quiet. You were worried if maybe you had changed the dynamic too quickly, but then she speaks.

“I… I really wanted that.” She says softly. You smile, nodding.

“Yeah. Me too.”

You turn your head away in an attempt to ease the fluttering in your chest. Ellie’s eyes are still on you, and she reaches out to brush a stray piece of hair away from your neck.

Your eyes land on the comic cover, and you laugh halfheartedly.

“I, um, barely finished it.” You utter. “The book.”

“Oh,” She says, raising her brows. “You… you can take some more with you, if you want. So you can read them.”

You shrug, looking back over at her.

“Or maybe I can just come back over here.” You add. “So I can read them with you?”

Ellie’s heart skips a beat, and she quickly nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s— great.”

You got up from her bed, putting the comics back. When you turn around, you press your lips together, looking off to the side.

“One condition, though.”

“Hm?” She says, looking back over at you.

“I come over as your girlfriend… not your friend.” You say shyly. “It’s my only rule.”

Ellie grins, standing up from the bed as well. She approaches you slowly.

“Well… you’re leaving as my girlfriend… aren’t you?”

“Am I?” You smile coyly, putting your arms around her neck. “This your way of asking me out?”

Ellie nods, face flushed. She thought it was cute, and a little funny, that you had casually assumed she went around kissing people she wasn’t into. She considered herself way too much of a loser to accomplish something like that.

You giggle a bit.

“Okay, then. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Her girlfriend. Her girl. Ellie can’t help but feel fuzzy at the thought of it.

It sounded good — it sounded right, rolling off of your tongue. She truly couldn’t wait to have you around her arm, walking with you around town.

Ellie doesn’t say anything else, merely smiles bashfully as you lean in to kiss her again.

And even though she couldn’t be sure of the future, she’s sure that in this moment, she wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else besides you.

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cheynovak · 5 months

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My brother's best friend

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: smut 16+, jealousy,...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 3538

Y/N and Sam known each other from college, Y/N introduced him to Jess. Sam considered her to be one of his best friends. While the brothers are on a hunt she ran into them, they decide to ask her for help. Dean at first doesn’t trusts her but the more he sees Sam hanging out with her the more he starts to appreciate her. Until he realises, he might actually have feelings for the normal girl who seems to be only interested or liking his younger brother.

*note: Picture this in the early seasons with a time jump. The story may not always follow the supernatural timeline*

*Not my GIF*

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Sam and Dean were sitting at the diner, while Dean was stuffing his face with what he claimed to be the best burger ever, Sam was trying to find out where these symbols came from. “I’m telling you Dean we need to go talk to an expert about these hieroglyphics.” Dean looked annoyed “And I think those have nothing to do with this case Sam. Just a werewolf haunting that farm.”

“Sam? Sam Winchester is that you?” The brothers looked up towards the sound of her voice. “Oh, hi Y/N.” He stood up and gave her a hug. “Dude, do you ever stop growing!” She joked while accepting the tallest Winchester’s hug. Sam laughed “Sit down with us. How are you, w-what are you doing here?”

“Well, I eh...” Y/N noticed the confused face Dean was making at her and Sam. “Oh, Dean this is Y/N a friend from college, Y/N this is Dean my older brother.” - “Hi nice to meet you.” Y/N said. “Yeah, hi.” Dean answered still a little confused. Y/N turned back to Sam. “So, I eh am looking for a new job. Todd and I left California after I graduated, you remember him, right?” Sam nodded “I became a history and art-history teacher at the local high school in Reno. But eh, Todd and I split up a couple of months ago, and I have been on a self-empowering road trip ever since. But I’m running out of money so, hence the job search.”

“Y/N, here major History back at Stanford.” Sam said exited to Dean, “And did an extra course in art history.” Y/N told Sam. While Dean made a oh really, I don’t care look. “So, eh what about you?” She turned back to Sam. “Kind of the same, road trip since...” He answered quiet looking down. Y/N grabbed his hand. “I miss her too.” She said sincerely. Dean broke the silents “Well, I’m going to...” He pointed to the restrooms. “Your brother doesn't seem to like me.” Y/N said while following Dean with her eyes. “He’s just not good with meeting new people.” They talked a little more, Dean walked back from the toilets seeing his brother laugh at something Y/N just said. When he got to the table Y/N stood up. “Well, it was really nice to see you again Sam.” Y/N wrote something on a napkin. “If you are planning on staying in town a little longer... and you want to, I don’t know, talk or hang out, text me, here is my new number.” She hugged Sam goodbye and threw a cute little smile at Dean.

“Do you ever stop growing” Dean said in a high-pitched voice mocking Y/N while walking to the car. “Really Dean? Y/N is a nice person, she was the first friend I had at Stanford, she introduced me to Jess.” “Well, if she is so great maybe she can help you with your little riddle.” he pointed to his laptop bag. Sam rolled his eyes “For once a girl doesn’t flirt with you but talks to me instead and you get all fuzzed.” - “I’m not fuzzed Sammy, I’m cautious, I don’t know her, I don’t trust her.”

Later that night.

Dean heard a knock on the motel room door. He answered it with a gun against back of the door, while Sam was sitting on his bed trying to find out more about the symbols.

“Y/N? What are you doing here.” “Eh, Sam texted me? He needed help with something he said.” Y/N looked Dean up and down, “may I come in or do I need to help him out here?” Dean looked at Sam taking a step back. “Didn’t think you would text me this quick. Missed me already?” She joked taking of her jacket. “No, eh I wanted you to take a look at these symbols.” He turned his laptop to Y/N. “Hieroglyphics, you asked me to come here to look at hieroglyphics?” She looked confused at the youngest brother.

They both heard Dean chuckle. Smooth move Sammy, he thought, text the girl an address of a motel she would immediately think she was needed for her brains. Y/N took a seat next to Sam on his bed. “What do you need to know?” She crossed her legs. “Well, can you translate these or find out what they mean?” - “If I have the right tools yeah sure, but not out of the top of my head. Why do you guys need to know this?” She looked back and forward between the brothers. Dean sighs he got up “Just tell me what you need, I’ll get it.” Y/N made a list with books she needed. With Dean gone she turned to Sam again looking for an explanation. After a little push from her Sam told Y/N about the family business and the latest case.

Within the hour Dean got back presenting the books she needed. “How did you get these?” - “The library.” - “At this hour?” - “Don’t ask.” He smiled his perfect grin at her. Dean took a seat in the chair at the table watching his brother and Y/N working like a perfect team. But after a while Sam dozed off leaven just Y/N to research. By morning both of the brothers were asleep. “GOT IT” Y/N yelled, waking Dean and Sam up very abrupt. “Hear this, it’s some old Egyptian curse or spell to trap the god Anubis. He was usually represented as a jackal or as a man with the head of a jackal. Their association with death and funerals comes from jackals scavenging around cemeteries. Now the strange part is that Anubis normally cares about the desisted, he was like the patron god for embalmers. He wasn’t a murderer.”

“Jackal, that would explain the bite marks and removing the heart.” Dean said to Sam. ‘How do we break the spell.” Sam asked Y/N “I don’t know, I never knew gods excited, let alone you could trap them!” Y/N said panicking slightly. “But, eh fun fact, the heart is key in Egyptian culture, it needs to be pure. When someone dies Anubis weighs it and if it’s light enough, they could go to Yaru, pretty much their heaven. If it’s heavier they feed you to Ammit.” She looked at the boys then continued. “The eh spells normally is carved on the skin of the person who tries to control Anubis, to tie him down on their own flesh, but that only works until they die. But these are carved on property.” Dean packed his bag, we need to get to that farm before any more people get hurt. “You.” He pointed at Y/N, “find out how to stop this.”

A little later Sam’s phone rang. The boys were still in the car. ”Y/N, you’re on speaker.”

“There is no way to kill this god, but there is a way to stop him. You need to find who carved those symbols. He or she needs to use their own blood to undo the curse. They need to wipe their blood over the symbol and pray to Anubis to weight their heart as a sacrifice for the dead he caused, I’ll send you the translated text. Then you need to burn that spell before someone else uses it or copies it.

After a long time, the brothers came back to the motel room. Y/N got up, “D-did it work?” She asked unsure of her translation skills. Dean nodded. “Good work Y/N.” Sam said. They all sat down for a second. Only now the reality started to kick in. “So, all the fairytales and horror stories are, real.” Y/N said defeated looking at her feet. “Well, before I go, is there a 101 starters kit I need to travel with from now on?” She asked lifting her up from the bed. Dean laughed for the first time sincere and handed you the salt. “What is this?” Y/N looked confused at him. “I’ll explain it on the way to your car.” Sam smiled. “Maybe... Y/N needs to sleep first before hitting the road.” Dean interrupted. “She had been working day and night.”

That was the start of them working together. It started out as an occasionally call to Y/N for information or a translation. Even Dean started to call her for help, or that is what he says to himself. The boys recent found the bunker. “Well, I know who would be thrilled with this archive.” Dean said looking over to his brother. “You mean Y/N? Why don’t you invite her? I’m sure you would like to see her again.” Sam said, knowing very well his brother liked her a little more than he would admit. “Pff, she is your friend, you call her.” He said trying to brush it off. “Are you sure?” Sam asked grinning, holding his phone out to Dean. “Ok, fine.” He huffed taking the phone.

“SAMMY! It’s been too long, how are you friendly giant!” Y/N answered her phone way more enthusiastic than when she answerers Dean’s calls. “Eh, no it me.” Dean answered feeling jealous. “Oh, hi Dean, is everything ok?” Y/N asked worried. “Yes, why wouldn’t it be?” - “You’re calling with Sam phone?” - “Oh yeah, no I eh, we were just talking and... would you like to come over? If you have nothing better to do off course.” - ”Sure, text me the address.” They hang up the phone. And before Dean could turn around his brother laughed “Smooth, very smooth Dean.” - “You shut up!” The older brother answered angry and embarrassed.

Y/N parked her car, the brothers were already waiting for her outside. Dean looked at her, she was smiling from ear to ear when she walked towards Sam pulling him in a tight hug. She really likes him he thought. “How are ya?” she asked him while giving Dean a hug too. “We’re good, found ourselves a new home.” The young brother answered - “Ooh, house tour!” She said while wrapping her arm around Sam like an old couple. Dean rolled his eyes while walking behind them.

You walk into the archive “Wow, this is really something!” She said with her eyes sparkling. “Well, I’m going to leave you two nerds to it. I’ll make dinner.” Dean said quietly leaving the room. “What’s up with him?” She asked Sam. He has been through a lot lately. “Hm, want me to talk to him later?” She asked him, still looking at the empty door, Dean walked out of. “No, he will be alright. Give him some time.” Dean’s mind started to float back to their last hunt. He was stupid enough to go hunt a djinn by himself and got captured. He couldn’t stop thinking about the dream.

Dean woke up in a warm bed, the sun came through the windows of the room. It took him a second to remember where he was when all of the sudden, he felt a hand pulling around his waist. “Good morning handsome.” The female voice said to his ear. His eyes got big as he turned around seeing Y/N in bed next to him. She kissed his lips with a soft touch before crawling into his arms resting her head against his shirt. Dean smiled softly not knowing what happened last night but liking the outcome of it. “Even though I would like nothing more than to stay in your arms, we need to get ready.” Y/N said kissing his chest breaking his trail of thoughts. “Why?” - “Sam invited us remember?” She looked up at him. “You forgot, didn’t you?” He smiled shyly.

He watched her walking to the bathroom in a little babydoll dress admiring her curves. “Stop staring Winchester, get ready.” He heard her yell.

Dean and Y/N pulled up at Sam’s place, Dean couldn’t believe his eyes. His parents and Jess were talking in the living room before they noticed them walking in. “Ah, there he is, aways the last one to arrive.” His dad said. “How are you holding up with him?” He joked pointing at Dean. “Barely.” Y/N answered in the same tone. ”No refunds.” John laughed. “Dinner is served.” Jess announced. before Dean could answer. Even though it was strange seeing you at the same table as his parents he liked it. “Eh, guys, we have an announcement.” Sam lifted his voice. Jess took his hand.” I’m pregnant.” Everyone was over the moon, but Dean couldn’t help but feeling out of this world.

Sam and John were talking, still sitting at the table. While Dean decided to get a refill on his beer. He heard Jess, his mom and Y/N talk during the dishes. “So, what about you guys? Still no ring I see.” his mom asked.” Y/N didn’t answer but he could see her face. “Is Dean ever going to be ready to settle down?” Jess asked Mary. “I don’t know, Y/N and Dean have been together how long know?” She asked Y/N. “Next summer, 3 years.” Y/N answered loading in the plates. “He is quiet today, I don’t know what’s going on.” - “I noticed too; he isn’t half as handsy as he is normally. He didn’t even hold his hand on your thigh or kissed you yet.” Jess said. Dean walked in pretending not to have heard anything they said. Y/N stood next to the fridge, he placed his hand on her lower back and kissed her temple before getting another beer.

Once home Dean took off his clothes and stepped in the shower, he felt a fresh wind of air against his back before he felt Y/N’s hands around his ribs, her face against his shoulder. “What’s wrong Dean?” He heard the worries is her voice. His heart bounced almost out of his chest. He turned around seeing her completely naked for the first time. His lips moved to hers, the kiss became quickly more passioned. Their hands moving to discover each other's body... Dean didn’t want to hold back he wanted to feel every inch of her. He took her hands and moved back, she looked worried. “Shower sex, to complicated.” He said while pulling her in the bedroom. “He is back” she smiled while he dropped her in the bed hovering over her. He lifted her leg, stroking her thigh with his rough fingers before entering her smoothly. "Oh, Dean..."

“Dean?” He almost jumped hearing his name. “Did you just flinch?” Y/N said trying not to laugh. “Anything I can help you with?” He tried to forget he just daydreamed about them being intimate. “I need your help.” She said while leaning back at the kitchen table looking at him. “I’m sure Sam could help you out. Little busy here. Food, dinner you know.” He said smiling over his shoulder, desperately trying to avoid turning to her since his dream had wakened an erection. “Dean, I need you, Sam can’t help me.” She was persistent. He sights. “Fine, I’m following you.”

Y/N walked to the garage. “Really? You need me to take a look at your car?” He said looking at her, she nodded fast. “Sam knows a thing or two about cars.” He said but still opening the hood “Well, I only trust you with my car, since she is a classic.’ Throwing him the keys to her ‘70 mustang. Dean started the car, looked under the hood. ”I don’t hear or see anything wrong.” He said after a while, turning the cars off still sitting in the front seat. Y/N sat next to him on the passenger's seat facing him. “There isn’t anything wrong with the car.” He looked puzzled at her. “I know my girl inside out; I know how to take care of her. But there is something with you.” She pointed her finger at him. “And you... I don’t know so well to fix.” Dean kept looking in her eyes, thinking “Damn that sounded hot.”

“So, tell me.” She pushed. “Nothing wrong.” - “Dean, stop lying to me or yourself. You act like I'm a stranger...” He stepped out of the car closing the hood. “Dean what did I do?” - “You didn’t do anything.”- ‘Then why are you acting so strange lately?” Dean started to walk towards the exit. “Hey! Don’t walk away from me!” She pulled his arm to make him stop. He turned to her, pushing her against the side of her car holding her shoulders. She locked eyes with him, for the first time seeing every tint of green before he dipped down kissing her deep, holding her head in his hands. When he took a step back, she felt dizzy, holding on to his flannel still looking at his eyes. “Now you know.” he said out of breath. When she didn’t answer immediately, he started to get nervous. “But I –I know... how you... You know your feelings for Sam so. Don’t worry, ok.”

Y/N pulled Dean closer kissing him again. Moving her hands under his flannel shirt to his neck and shoulders. Dean placed a hand on her side and one the top of the car, completely covering Y/N with his body. The kiss got hot and heavy really quick. Both stripping from their clothes, Y/N pushed Dean in the passenger seat while he pulled her in, straddling his lap. She held his head in her hands kissing, his tongue followed hers. His hand steady on her back while she grinded his hips for friction. A moan escaped her lips, when she felt him already hard against her clothed slit. His hand moved down in her panties, humming feeing they were already soaked, dipping two fingers in and out of her, wetting his fingers before softly started to rub his fingers over her clit. Moving a little lower placing his fingers inside her again while his thumb worked on her clit. Making her fall against his shoulder moaning his name.

He kissed her neck and ear. “Protection?” He asked breathless. “Glovebox.” She answered with her lips still in his neck. He moved his hand making Y/N whimper and dipped a little forward to reach for the condom. She moved away a little to take off his boxers and her panties, pumping his dick a few more times while he tried to open the packaging, her touch making it hard for him to focus. Once all wrapped up, she lowered herself on him. Moaning his name as she felt every inch stretching. Dean looked at her like a man enchanted with his plump lips parted as she started to move. The palm of his hand on the end of her thighs his fingers spread over her flesh, holding her steady against him.

“Oh Dean...” she whimpered in his ear. He could feel she was close to an orgasm. “I got you... Let go.” He said when his hand moved down to where they were connected, drawing circles on her clit. Y/N’s head felt back making it easier for Dean to look at her when she rode out her orgasm on is dick. “So fucking beautiful.” He whispered. The feeling of her tightening around him made it impossible for him to go on any longer. He pulled his arms around her while he groans against her neck and shoulder. Both of them out of breath, but neither moved. Dean looked in her eyes again moving a piece of hair out of her face. “Was not expecting that.” He laughed “Next time, talk to me before assuming I like someone else.” Y/N hit his chest with the back of her hand.

They started to get dressed outside of the car. “So eh, is this a one-time thing?” Dean asked a little nervous. Y/N smiled flirty while walking to the door? “Wait, what does that mean.” He yelled. “Talk to me more, you will figure out.” He ran after her holding her against the door. “I've got plenty of time now.” He kissed her. “I don’t think so.” -” Why not?” - “Dean, I smell something burning.” She said in a honey sweet voice. Dean pushed her aside while he ran to the kitchen.

Sam held up the pots and pans that were burned while the both of you ran in the kitchen. “Next time before you two... You know what, I don’t even want to know, but make sure to turn off the stove Dean.”

“So, Pizza it is?” Y/N asked not being able to contain her laugh.

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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She's Such a Scream

ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader

Warnings and tags: SMUT; exhibitionism; oral sex; threesome; Jesse and Kix being a tag-teaming menace to society; angst; canon compliance; you came here to have a good time and you’re probably going to feel very attacked; death; bad ending; no happy ever after (I’m sorry). Important: If you want to pretend it ends happily, stop reading after the second "don't scream" divider.

Word count: 3.4K

Suggested listening: "Such a Scream" by Tom Waits

The neon lights of 79’s were even more garish than usual, flashing orange and purple as strobe lights illuminated the hazy smoke that filled the club. Bodies crowded the dancefloor, the bar, and every single table and booth in the building. Curiously, not a single piece of armor was visible except for the Corries stationed by the front door to make sure the crowd didn’t get out of control. Instead, ghouls and monsters of every imaginable description thronged together to the beat of the music—a live band tonight, playing deceptively upbeat songs with subtly horrifying lyrics.

Your friends danced near you, each of them dressed up as the sexy version of creatures and monsters and demons from fairy tales and folklore. Anan was a sexy rancor; Latik was a sexy ghost; Miria was a sexy zombie; Biala was a sexy weremassiff. You didn’t tell them that tonight, for the first time since you’d met any of them, you weren’t wearing a disguise.

“Stars, you look great!” Anan shouted. “What’s your costume supposed to be, again?”

You drew a breath to respond, when suddenly, a towering droid lunged out of the crowd and roared in your face. You blinked.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

The droid visibly deflated as the vampire in medical scrubs next to him laughed, “I told you it wouldn’t work, vod!”

“What wouldn’t work?” you asked.

“He’s been trying to scare cute girls all night,” the vampire doctor replied. “I told him civvies don’t know enough about commando droids to be scared of his costume.”

Latik sidled up to the vampire doctor and fluttered her eyelashes. “I’m afraid of vampires. Are you going to bite me?”

The doctor gave her a seductive, fanged smirk. “That depends. What blood type are you?”

“Type orenth-negative!” she giggled.

“Ah, the universal donor!” he said, ratcheting up the charm. “Have you considered donating? The GAR is always in short supply.”

“That depends,” Latik simpered. “Will you be the one collecting?”

“I’ll be working a shift at a blood drive at GAR headquarters on Taungsday,” he said.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Latik asked, confused.

“Stop doing that, Kix!” the commando droid groaned, shoving the vampire doctor. “Why can’t you just flirt like a normal person?”

“Has he tried that more than once?” you asked.

“He’s been doing it all kriffing night,” he sighed, removing his mask to reveal a clone trooper with a large Republic cog tattoo and the kindest brown eyes you’d ever seen.

Oh, no, he’s hot!

“Why is a commando droid hanging out with a dude whose tattoo says, ‘A good droid is a dead one’?” you laughed.

He looked into your eyes very seriously. “Mesh’la, do you… not know what a ‘costume’ is?”

You couldn’t help it; you let out a peal of laughter that drew the attention of multiple dancers. You clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle it, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from dancing with amusement, and the clone shot you an answering grin that made him somehow even cuter.

“I’m Jesse,” he introduced himself. “This di’kut is Kix.”

“When you said you were going to make her scream, I didn’t think you meant, ‘scream from laughing at you,’” Kix teased.

“It takes more than that to make me scream,” you said.

“Oh?” Jesse’s eyes gleamed with speculation. “Shall I take that as a challenge?”

“You can take it however you want,” you replied provocatively.

His eyes drifted to your lips as he leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “I bet I could make you scream.”

“I doubt that,” you murmured. “But you’re welcome to try.”

“By any means necessary?” he asked, tracing his fingertips up your bare arm.

“Any way you want,” you agree. “Your choice.”

“And what do I get when I win?” he asked, standing close enough that you could smell his clean, woodsy scent.

“You name the prize,” you replied. “It’s never going to happen, so you can ask for anything in the galaxy.”

He grinned. “Game on.”

He looked at Kix, who danced alone as he watched the two of you, Latik having drifted away to find a dance partner who wouldn’t try to exsanguinate her. Some unspoken communication passed between the two clones, and Kix immediately joined you, dancing close to you as Jesse moved to cage you in from behind. The dance floor was crowded and hot, and it got even hotter as the two troopers sandwiched you in between them.

Jesse’s hands slid onto your hips, moving you to the beat but otherwise staying perfectly still until you rested your hands over them, encouraging him to explore you. He pressed close to you, his broad chest against your back as his hands roamed over your body. Kix met your eyes questioningly, and when you nodded your permission, he moved in, joining in Jesse’s explorations.

Kix was very good with his hands, and the feeling of two gorgeous clones caressing your entire body was overwhelming. You tilted your head back to rest on Jesse’s shoulder, and Kix pressed his open mouth to your chest, drawing his tongue over you, leaving a hot, glistening trail as he licked the sweat off your skin. His fangs scraped softly against your neck as his hands stole up your back and held your torso close to him. With Kix’s body shielding you from the view of the other dancers, Jesse slid his down to your hips and beneath your waistband, dipping lower and lower, until he found your clit and began to toy with it softly. You could feel his cock pressing against your ass, hard as a karking rock, as he teased you.

“He’s gonna get caught,” you murmured in Kix’s ear.

“That’s the idea,” Kix replied. “Hasn’t happened yet, but he keeps hoping.”

“Holy kriff,” you whispered, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought.

Jesse felt it immediately, and you could feel his groan reverberate through his chest as he pressed against you, sliding his fingers deeper into your slick heat.

“You like that idea?” he asked, dropping his mouth to the other side of your neck. Your legs nearly gave out as both clones kissed and sucked and licked and nibbled on your sensitive skin. “Gonna scream, mesh’la?”

“Not even close,” you replied. “You’ll have to do better than that, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?” he asked, sounding adorably hopeful.

You turned your head to press your lips against his ear. “The prettiest.”

His hands ceased their blissful teasing and withdrew from your waistband, and that very nearly kriffing did make you scream—in frustration. Without a word of explanation, he tugged you toward the edge of the dance floor and down the darkened hallway. He located a convenient stack of crates to serve as nominal cover, and then he pushed you against the wall, beginning an all-out siege on your body. He was incredibly thorough in his attentions, massaging your breasts, sucking and biting your skin, pinning your hands to the wall as he kissed and licked his way from your wrist to your shoulder, and finally dropping to his knees to feast on your cunt. The second his tongue slid into you, he let out a loud grunt as though he’d been starving, and your taste was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.

“Oh, fuck, Jesse,” you gasped.

He slid his fingers into you and began to fuck you with them as he looked up at you. “Say my name louder so nobody wonders who it is that makes you scream.”

As he pleasured you with his hands and mouth, he made you writhe; he made you moan; he made you sigh and groan; and finally, he made you come—but he never made you scream.

At the end of the night, he asked if he could see you again.

“Far as I’m concerned, the bet’s still on,” he grinned. “You give up now, that means you forfeit.”

How could you refuse such an argument? You gave him your comm channel, and he messaged you before you even made it back to your flat. You met up for breakfast the next morning with your disguise safely back in place, nursing hangovers, and after eating your bodyweight in greasy fried protatoes and scrambled nuna eggs, you took him back to your flat to give him another chance to win the bet.

He didn’t make you scream, but you still felt like you’d hit the jackpot. He had incredible stamina, and his body was a Force-damned work of art, with a cock that made you believe in a higher power. He made you come three times before you both passed out to sleep off the remnants of your hangover. When you woke up, it was dinnertime, and it seemed only polite to invite him to stay, considering that he’d worked up an appetite with you.

He offered to cook for you, and despite your reservations, dinner was shockingly delicious: a hearty salad with some kind of roasted bean thing. There was a brief, perilous moment when he started to break down the nutritional macros of the meal, but he saw your eyes glaze over and quickly changed the subject.

“I can’t believe it’s already dark,” he commented.

“Yeah, it’s the worst part about this time of year. It gets dark so early during Coruscant autumns.”

He looked at you speculatively. “You know, it’s not safe to walk home alone in the dark. Who knows what kinds of monsters might be lurking out there?”

You laughed, first of all at the idea that the ARC trooper would ever be afraid of… well, anything, and secondly, because he had no idea that you were more deadly than anything that could possibly be hiding in the shadows.

“It’s so true,” you replied gravely. “Maybe you ought to stay here until morning. You know, for safety.”

“Wouldn’t want to impose…” he said. “All right, you talked me into it.”

He did have to leave the next morning, regrettably, but he came back to you on his next shore leave, and the one after, and the one after that. You knew it was dangerous; you knew the risk was too great, but by the time you realized you’d fallen in love with him, it was too late to do anything about it.

Time marched on. The bulk of the GAR was sent back to the Outer Rim sieges, and he couldn’t hide in the safety of your flat forever, as much as you wanted him to. You wanted to chain him to your bed where you could protect him from any threat; you wanted to spend every morning distracting him while he cooked breakfast; you wanted to spend your days mapping the angles and lines of his incredible body.

Unfortunately, as powerful as you were, not even you could hold back the tide of the war. Jesse left; he came back; he left again. You didn’t even have the luxury of tracking his unit, since as an ARC trooper he was sent wherever he was needed, rather than being embedded permanently with any one division. Whenever he had shore leave, he spent it with you, next to you, inside you, wringing every drop of comfort and pleasure that he could from your time together.

You had never eaten so much protein and vegetables in your life as you did when he was home. Honestly, you’d never eaten so much home-cooked food, period. He despised the mess hall food, and he seized every opportunity to cook—sometimes just for the two of you, and sometimes for Kix as well, on those nights when the medic joined you. You loved those nights. The two clones knew each other so well that they could communicate without speaking a word, and they put that skill to devastating use when bringing you to unimaginable heights of pleasure. Jesse’s raw power combined with Kix’s skilled hands and extensive knowledge of anatomy made them a lethal duo, and you would die before you admitted it, but Jesse came very close to winning the bet on those nights.

Other days, you and Jesse would spend your time exploring Coruscant’s vast markets, or snuggled up on the sofa playing sabacc, or competing to see who could quote the most lines from your favorite holodramas. He woke up before you every morning to go for a run, and he found creative ways to work out at home so he didn’t have to spend time away from you at the gym.

“Sit on my back while I do push ups,” he said one day.

“I’d rather sit on your face,” you teased.

“We can do that later.”

“What if I lie on the floor beneath you, and you kiss me every time you lower down? I love it when we do that,” you suggested.

“It’s too distracting, and I want the extra challenge today,” Jesse replied. “Hop on, babydoll.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you objected.

“You won’t,” he smirked.

In all honesty, his level of fitness was intimidating, and it sometimes made you insecure about your own body.

“What?!” he asked, flabbergasted when you shared this with him. “Why would you ever be insecure? You’re the most gorgeous kriffing thing in the galaxy!”

“How can you say that when you look like… you know… that?” you asked, gesturing to his godlike person.

“First of all, I look exactly like a few million other men. Nothing special.” He held up a hand when you began to protest, and he continued, “You are unique and stunning, and I love everything about your body because it’s beautiful and new and exciting and yours. I love learning all of the secret places that make you whimper and moan, and I swear by the Force, I am going to find the one that makes you scream. Some day.”

“Well… shit,” you said, rendered speechless by his uncharacteristic eloquence. “Then why are you so into fitness and clean eating? Not that I don’t appreciate the fruits of your labor.” You took a moment to ogle him shamelessly, and he preened under your attention.

“It’s not about looks,” he said. You arched a skeptical brow, and he amended, “It’s not entirely about looks. I stay in peak condition so I can be as effective as possible—so I can save as many of my brothers as I can.”

Your heart twisted, knowing how heavily the loss of those he couldn’t save weighed on him. And then one day, he came to you triumphantly, spinning you around until you were dizzy and breathless as he told you about the lost clone they’d been able to save, and their subsequent decisive victory on Anaxes. He was nearly beside himself as he described the daring, unsanctioned rescue mission and the recovery of a fellow ARC trooper named Echo. His face was alight with hope that in the future he could save more brothers that the GAR had given up on.

Three days after Jesse left on his next deployment, the nightmares began. You dreamed of blood and fire; of unendurable pain; of tortured, broken minds not under their own control; of the slaughter of innocents. When you woke up, you knew you’d been screaming in the night, because every piece of glass in your flat had shattered.

You cleaned up the mess and commed Jesse. He didn’t answer. A few days later, he sent you a brief message, telling you how much he missed you and that he couldn’t wait to see you soon. You waited. The nightmares grew worse, and you stopped trying to replace your glassware, investing in durasteel cups instead.

One day, after weeks of loneliness and disappointed hopes, you returned home from work to find Jesse sitting alone in the dark in your living room. You threw yourself into his arms, holding him close, and his arms tightened around you desperately, like a vise.

“Jesse!” you cried in shocked delight. “You didn’t tell me you were coming home!”

He didn’t speak, but his body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Jesse?” you whispered. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He buried his face against your neck and began to sob—awful, gut-wrenching sobs that wracked his entire body, as though his soul itself were crying out in anguish. You knew, because you’d heard the screams of tormented souls before.

“Kix,” he choked out.

Your heart stood still. No. Impossible. You would have known.

“What happened?” you whispered.

“Gone.”

“How?” you asked.

He shook his head, still not pulling away from you. “MIA. That’s all they’d tell me.”

“Jesse,” you said quietly. “He’s not dead. We will find him.”

He froze, then sat back to look into your eyes. “How do you know that?”

You swallowed, unable to tell him the truth. “I can’t explain how I know. You just have to trust me. If Kix were truly gone, I would know.”

And so would everyone else in this quarter of Coruscant, you added mentally. Nobody could have missed the screams.

Jesse could only stay for two days that time, and you spent his entire leave trying to comfort him. You couldn’t tell him your secret, and without evidence, he didn’t believe you. He pretended to, but you saw the hope die in his eyes, and it made you want to tear the galaxy to pieces.

He was dispatched again, this time to some godforsaken place called Yerbana, and from there, who knew. Your dreams became worse—more specific—and this time, Jesse had a starring role. You saw fearsome stripes of red and black, and glowing yellow eyes. You felt the terror and the pain, you sensed his mind being ripped apart and put back together, and when you awoke, fissures had opened in the walls of your flat.

The holonews reported that your neighborhood had experienced minor localized seismic activity, though nobody could explain how such a thing was possible. Experts attributed the damage to instability in the understructures of the level, and a committee was formed to investigate the phenomenon. They found nothing.

And then the day came. Clone troopers marched in the streets. The Jedi temple burned, and the sound of screaming was all around you. You could feel it welling in your throat, but you pushed it down with all the strength in your body. For hours, you and your coworkers watched the holonews, transfixed and horrified as the official reports began to come in: the Jedi had committed treason and were all to be hunted down and destroyed. The Republic was gone, and in its place, an Empire.

At last, you left your workplace and began to walk home. Your coworkers urged you to stay with them—they said it wasn’t safe to be out on the streets, not with all the violence and upheaval, but you insisted. You hurried through the shadows under a red sky, avoiding the clanking plastoid phalanxes of troopers who swarmed the streets. You were nearly home when it began.

Your mind saw fire, and hundreds of blaster bolts. You saw glowing blades. You heard the sickening shriek of rending durasteel, the cries of men dying around you. You felt the world shudder and shake around you, and then nothingness. A ragged scream tore from your throat, knocking you to your knees as your head snapped backward. Every window and viewport as far as you could see shattered in an instant, the shards suspended in the air at the force of your uncontrollable scream. Droids sparked and exploded. Beings of all species curled into fetal positions, hands covering ears, writhing in agony and vomiting from pain, and still you screamed.

The deafening wail echoed through the quarter as buildings began to collapse around you, but you couldn’t hold it back. It ripped its way out of you, pulling all the air from your lungs, wreaking destruction and agony and death, and still you screamed, until nothing but emptiness remained, and the galaxy descended into darkness.

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A/N: In case you haven’t already figured it out, the reader is a banshee, a ghost/spirit from Irish folklore whose screams foretell the death of a family member or loved one. I imagined a Star Wars version where her screams are an uncontrollable destructive force unleashed by the death of someone she loves—which is how she knew Kix was still alive (though frozen in stasis), and how she knew Jesse was dead.

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Clone Wars Hospital AU Headcanons

Forgive me my shameless indulgence, but years of working in a hospital has given me Thoughts™ so just for some stupid fun: Welcome to the GHR: the Grand Hospital of the Republic! Where the Jedi are doctors, the clones are nurses, and the padawans are interns

501st battalion: Paediatrics

212th battalion: Maternity

104th battalion: Gen-Med

327th battalion: Orthopedics

Corrie Guard: Emergency Department

Headcanons below:

Paediatrics: Ward 501, Paediatrician Dr Anakin Skywalker

The ward is split on loving or hating Anakin, there's no in between

He's great with the kids though, the patients love him

Rex is the unit manager who has more experience than Anakin despite Anakin “outranking” him

Has to gently steer Anakin back on track and wearily remind him not to make orders just to spite other doctors

Constant happy music playing in the ward, everyone has fun accessories and brightly coloured scrubs

Fives and Echo are the most senior nurses and also the worst influences

Together they can cannulate a kid without them even noticing but also they're the ones shit-talking the annoying/unhelpful parents in the nurses' station five minutes later

If the kids are extra good, Jesse lets them colour in his tattoo

Dogma and Tup are the new grads - Tup is great with the kids, gentle and always gets them smiling, Dogma makes them cry no matter how hard he tries

Kix is NICU-trained and somehow still remembers every single piece of anatomy and physiology from training. Unparallelled medication knowledge. He’s the one all the student nurses want to be paired with

Ahsoka is on her paediatric rotation under Anakin's instruction

She's the intern the nurses give their feedback and requests to when they don't want to talk to Anakin, because they know Anakin will listen to Ahsoka over them

Maternity: Ward 212, Obstetrician Dr Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan works closely with Anakin, refers most of his clients there for their child’s care

Anakin did rotations with him in training, Obi-Wan sometimes forgets that he's now a fully registered doctor and will still try to instruct/encourage him

Obi-Wan has borrowed Ahsoka for days in clinic or in the birthing unit, during which time the nurses will spend their entire shift trying to convince her to come to their unit instead

Obi-Wan is beloved by the nurses because he actually asks them for their input, unlike SOME doctors who just give orders (Anakin)

Did you catch him talking to the unit manager after handover this morning?? Hardcore flirting at 7:05am?? Cody was definitely into it

Cody is one of the most involved unit managers - he’s on the floor with the other nurses most days, always staying overtime and pulling double shifts to help keep things running smoothly

Waxer and Boil are considered bad luck charms - whenever they’re rostered on the same shift, things will always go to shit

God forbid either of them mentions it being “nice” or “quiet” on any given day - that just guarantees that three minutes later they’ll have five labouring people come in actively pushing

The two of them once delivered a baby in the parking lot outside because the mother didn’t make it in time - the parents still bring Numa in to visit sometimes

Their nurses have the best stories, sometimes even more gory than ED

General Medical: Ward 104, Physician Dr Plo Koon

Has Dr Plo been here forever?? Nobody at the hospital can remember a time he didn't work here

The best doctor, agreed by all nurses and patients

Keeps offering free check-ups to the nurses on the ward

Brings snacks for the nurses' station

Wolffe is the scariest unit manager there is - grads and students are terrified of him

The unit is the most efficient in the hospital because of it

God help the pathologist who loses a sample from them. He will not hesitate to riskman you

*Over the PA* “Visiting hours finish at 1900. It is now 1902. Get the fuck out.”

Emergency Department: Corrie Guard, lawless wasteland

Boost, Comet and Sinker knew him in training and are immune to his glare, they use this power to constantly fuck with him

Caffeinated to the point of medical concern

Lectures drunk uni students about the dangers of alcohol before finishing night shift at 0730 and going home to drink wine straight from the bottle

If Fox has to triage one more belligerent idiot demanding immediate attention for a stubbed toe he's going to come through the plastic window and throw hands

Take the turkey sandwich and shut the fuck up

Constant arguments with the ward over whether or not the patients are stable enough for ward transfer

Just take the fucking patient Wolffe, they've got enough to deal with down here, they're bed blocked and there's a line out the door

Orthopedics: Ward 327, Orthopedic surgeon Dr Aayla Secura

They all started in sports science

The most jacked nurses

Group gym sessions before or after shifts

I don't care if you're tired. You're getting out of that bed whether you want to or not. Use it or lose it. Mobilise, bitch.

They’re the ones who keep stealing the bladder scanner from gen med but won’t admit to it

If you witnessed the incident between Dr Secura and the unit manager Bly at the last Christmas party, no you didn't

Bonus:

The Bad Batch are agency nurses, they go where they're needed and everyone hates them because they make more on the hour for it

Weird mish-mash of different skills and background knowledge

Will go eat dinner in their car instead of in the break room with the other nurses

Tech will not stop correcting people on the wards he’s put on, he is not popular for this despite mostly being right

“You can’t nurse-initiate that drug.”

“That phone order is invalid. We need to call the doctor for another.”

“The patient’s blood pressure is 135/82. This is technically outside normal parameters.”

Crosshair openly shit talks the other nurses with his patients because he knows he won’t be there tomorrow to catch the fallout

#this is so self-indulgent but #i can do whatever i want forever #sw tcw #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw headcanons #star wars au #501st shenanigans #212th shenanigans

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sashascripta · 1 year

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the mystery woman, part ii (Luke Danes x female!reader)

Hi everyone, I'm so sorry for the lack of update for over a year! Truth be told, I was never planning to follow up on this story. It was just a little project to have fun with, but I saw how many people enjoyed it and wanted to get back into writing, so I hope you enjoy this as well. Since I wasn't certain on the reader's character yet, this still takes place before their date. (Scroll down for Part I)

Luke ran his hand through hair nervously a few times. "Hey, uh, Jess." He glanced over at his sullen nephew, poring over novels that probably weren't for school.

"What," Jess responded in a statement, not a question, as all the Danes men did.

Luke sighed, bracing himself for the favor he was about to entreat. "When you use hair mousse, how much do you actually apply?" He held the jar between three fingers tentatively.

Jess looked up, finally intrigued.

"I mean, I know you use it like water, or shampoo, judging by how often I have to buy shampoo. I tell you, Jess, if you cover your hair in this oily stuff, of course you need lots to wash it off-" Luke started rambling again. He was nervous about his date later that night and found solace in taking it out on his surly nephew.

"Shut up, will you?" Jess stalked towards him, grinning. "Why are you trying to look like you don't fry potatoes for a living?"

Luke smoothened the collar of his leather jacket and turned to Jess. "Hey!" he pointed. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I do. I'm just trying to fix myself up tonight. I have a-" he sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that very hour. "I have a date."

"Mrs Slutsky?" Jess prodded.

"(Y/N)!" Luke glared at him. "You don't know her, lucky for her. Not so lucky for you, she seems like an incredibly lady." He cringed, whilst Jess raised his eyebrows, holding back the urge to wiggle them.

"So I assume you've talked to her? Is she a friend of Lorelai?"

"We had a–a brief conversation back in the diner. She's a hotel consultant, here for the inn. But not a friend of Lorelai.

"I don't know. You know I don't do this often, Jess, because I find the whole courting process nauseating. But, I figured, if everything goes to hell, at least she doesn't live here," Luke conceded. He was happy to talk to someone other than Caesar and Patty, who were all too eager to engage in Luke's love life and gossip about what could be. Probably for their morning gossip column, Luke thought with disdain.

"Ah, how romantic. Just the way every great romantic novel starts: if it all goes to hell..."

"Shut up." Luke directed another pointed look to his nephew. "I didn't think you'd have much interest in romantic novels, other than the ones you write in and gift Rory."

Eager to move past the conversation of his love life, Jess quickly screwed open the jar of the conversation starter. "So about the mousse, just scoop up a dollop and run it through your hair. I'm not going to do it for you, because this isn't some stupid–"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Luke said, quickly following the directions.

Ten minutes later, Luke was ready. He brushed his hair multiple times until Jess made a snarky remark, guided him out the door and promised to lock up after. Although grateful for his nephew's uncharacteristic benevolence, Luke was glad he asked Caesar to check in an hour later.

Luke got in his truck and drove over to the restaurant you agreed to meet at. He enjoyed the hum of the vehicle over the busy highway he either detested or tuned out, focused on the drive instead.

He looked back to his conversation with you. Despite it only occurring a few hours before (well, about 7), he still cringed at nearly everything he said. Did he say he was full of surprises? Not only was that a god awful way of flirting, it was also a lie.

He thought back to what Jess said, watching Luke comb his hair. "So when you were waxing poetic about your future, you said it's okay if it goes to hell because she'd eventually leave. But what if it doesn't go to hell?" Luke cracked a joke about Jess's sudden optimism, enjoying he and his nephew's relatively pleasant moments, engaged in banter, and even confiding in and advising each other.

What if it doesn't go to hell? Luke's head spun. After Anna and Rachel, he assumed heartbreak was around every corner. It was why he avoided new relationships, why he didn't take those chances, why he got back with Rachel so many times. He always wanted to follow every strand of wool to the rest of the ball to see if it was worth it, he couldn't leave a possibility he invested time and effort in, unfinished. That's why he finally approached Lorelai and realized she wasn't the one. But what if you were the one? What then?

His mind raced for a second, before his coping mechanism of overwhelming practicality kicked in. He didn't need to think that much. hell, you barely knew each other.

Luke pulled up before the restaurant, its lights glaring harshly against the dark night sky. He silently cursed the consumerism and skyscrapers in the big city, before he got out of his truck. Change is good, change is necessary. Change leads you to dining with pretty women at 6 o'clock in the evening.

He wasn't sure whether to enter and linger in the waiting area, because he wasn't yet invited in, or to wait outside. The first was awkward. He'd hang around, because his party hadn't arrived yet and people would conjecture that his date didn't show. But waiting outside seemed desperate in his own way, like he was watching you pull in, ready to pounce.

He wished he had a dial by the side of his head, to turn his thoughts off, or at least, to slow them down. He knew nothing about you would make his life easier, because, right now, you overwhelmed him with how cool you seemed. You weren't Lorelai Gilmore or Rachel (what was her last name again?) cool. You turned heads simply by walking in the room and had a quiet, effortless charm about you that just drew him to you. He wished you hadn't such an effect on him, because he was too far in. And because it would hurt so much if you truly did stand him up.

#luke x reader #luke danes x reader #luke x female reader #imagine #gilmore girls #gilmore girls imagine #short appearance by jess mariano #jess mariano

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sev-on-kamino · 10 months

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Okay! You asked and I'm here to deliver. this is for In Pieces, when Cody first met the pretty little medic, how did he flirt with her? AND how did Rex react to his buddy horning in on his favorite girl? I need to know!!

Much like ‘Absence//Fonder’, I can discuss the ins and outs of ‘In Pieces’ for days 🤩 This sets everything in motion, and I’m so happy to share!!!

Suggested listening: “Oxytocin” by Billie Eilish

Warnings: none, it’s safely flirty, unless sparring with Jesse needs a warning 🤣

Word count: 1122

“Do they know I’m coming?” Cody asked, as he and Rex strolled through the barracks.

“No, I thought it would be more fun if we caught them off guard,” Rex replied with a mischievous little grin.

“Maybe I should come back in the morning to see how they measure up after a night at 79’s.”

“Dogma and Hardcase would still be in perfect form,” Rex said proudly. “Come on, they’ll be in the training room.”

“Commander Cody, Captain Rex,” Kix said, saluting as the COs approached.

“Good to see you, Kix. What have we here?” Cody asked.

“A little hand to hand training,” the medic replied.

“Is that your new nat born, Rex?” Cody’s eyes had landed on you, as you danced out of Jesse’s reach with a bright laugh.

“That’s her.” Rex was beaming at you.

“Does she spar with your troopers on a regular basis?”

“If they’re training, she’s training,” Rex said with pride.

“And she’s making Jesse work for it today,” Kix laughed. “Watch your right side, mesh’la!”

“Your luck’s about to run out,” Jesse said with a smirk, as the two of you circled each other.

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” you said, changing directions.

Cody couldn’t take his eyes off of you, as you and Jesse flowed around each other. It was clear this was a well-practiced dance for the two of you. Blocking each other’s strikes. Giving and gaining ground. Constantly in motion, Jesse occasionally giving instructions as you went. Your laughter ringing out when you’d land a hit. Your laugh was infectious, and Cody couldn’t help but smile.

Jesse lunged towards your right. Hand darting out to grab your wrist. You dodged him, letting out a short laugh, only to feel his vice-like grip on your left wrist instead.

“Gotcha,” he said, triumphant as he twisted your arm behind your back, and forced you to your knees.

You struggled against his hold, looking for any weaknesses, and growling in frustration when you couldn’t find one.

“Now what do you say?” He asked.

“I yield,” you deadpanned.

“Good girl!” He replied, hoisting you back to your feet, and guiding you to the edge of the mat. “You’re improving. Kept me at bay for five whole minutes.”

“Five? You’re getting soft,” you replied, beaming with pride at your new record, as you playfully poked Jesse’s abs.

“Soft?! I’m putting you on your ass next time.”

“Five minutes, huh?” Rex said as he and Cody approached. You and Jesse saluted and moved to stand at rest. “At ease. Carry on, Jesse.”

Jesse nodded before adding, “Looks like it’s Kix’s turn to get spanked, so you won’t be the only one today.”

“Famous. Last. Words,” Kix said, rolling his shoulders as he moved past you.

“I wanted you to meet Marshal Commander Cody ahead of our next joint mission,” Rex said.

“Oh,” you said, as Cody locked eyes with you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Cody said with a smile. “You looked good out there.”

“Thank you, sir. Jesse and Fives are excellent teachers,” you replied, as you clasped your hands behind your back.

Rex had been looking forward to showing you off, but there was a strange feeling rolling over him in sharp little waves. The mischievous sparkle in your eye was ever present, but there was something else riding just beneath it. Something in the curve of your lips, and the way you were completely focused on Cody.

“Rex says you’re quite the asset to the 501st,” Cody said, lifting his chin slightly, one eyebrow lifting.

“Well, you can’t believe everything you hear, you should come see for yourself,” you replied lowering your chin, and looking up at him through your lashes.

“Oh, I’m sure your bedside manner leaves nothing to be desired.”

“I haven’t had any complaints so far.”

Rex looked between the two of you, and realized the sharp sting was jealousy. He’d seen Cody flirt enough to know when he was making a move, and it was clear you were in his sights.

And while he’d never seen you flirting in earnest it was unmistakable. You were known to get inappropriate with Jesse and Fives, but it was all waggling eyebrows and innuendo. This was different. Your hip was cocked to one side, your voice was softer, more intimate, and you’d reached out to brush your fingers over Cody’s forearm.

“Well, we still have rounds to make,” Rex said clearing his throat.

“We just got here, Rex,” Cody said, raising an eyebrow.

“I trust that Jesse has things in order here. The others are in the range, yes?”

“Yes, sir, and we’ll swap after lunch,” you said, giving Rex your full attention. Turning back to Cody you added, “I handle a blaster pretty well too, if you want to swing back by the range this afternoon.”

“Oh, looking to show off for your boss? Or just angling for a promotion?”

“Just making sure you know your brothers are in capable hands.”

“Rex has assured me they are,” Cody said, his voice warm and inviting.

“We really do need to get going,” Rex said more firmly. “And it looks like Tup is waiting on you.”

You turned to look and sure enough, Tup was waiting near the edge of the mat, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh! Enjoy your rounds, Commander, Captain,” you said saluting them before jogging over to Tup.

Cody watched you go, enjoying how your training gear hugged your body.

“What was that, vod?” Rex asked once they were back in the hallway.

“You didn’t mention how pretty she is,” Cody said, not bothering to pretend.

“It’s not relevant to her ability to do her job.”

“I’m sure it’s relevant to your troopers,” Cody said with a laugh. “Is she seeing any of them?”

“No, they’re all close though,” Rex said.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am.” And he was. Fives and Jesse loved to mess around, but they were serious about you. Within a month of your arrival, they’d made it crystal clear that they would personally toss any trooper who played games with your heart directly out of an airlock.

They needn’t have bothered though, much to Rex’s pleasure, as you did a fine job of politely sidestepping any and all romantic advances.

Cody was another story. He wasn’t some shy trooper attempting pick up lines during a check up. This was a problem. In his head, Rex knew that he had no claim over you, but his heart said otherwise.

“Good to know,” Cody said, looking pleased as they continued on to the range.

“Yeah,” Rex replied, wondering if his plan to keep his feelings for you to himself was the best one.

#you know how obsessed I am with this timeline so thank youuuu #tcw commander cody #commander cody x reader #tcw captain rex #reader insert #captain rex x reader #seven answers #series: in pieces

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galexystern · 11 months

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butterfly wings

chapter three; fall 1984

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/reader aka steddie/reader, steve/reader, eddie/reader

rating; T

warnings; fluff, angst, au - canon divergence, fucked up the timeline a bit, smoking weed, shotgunning smoke

word count; 3.8k

desc; eddie gives you a nice surprise, steve gets to know you better, and all three of you share some smoke.

read on ao3 / series masterlist

Winter comes and goes. In fact, the whole rest of the school year comes and goes in a flash. The summer comes in hot and heavy, and you suffer in the sweltering bookstore. You swear that you'll get another job next summer if they don't add air conditioning. You beach it up with Nina and Mark. You and your friends take a road trip into Illinois and hit Chicago hard. You attend the annual Taste of Chicago and explore the State of Illinois Center. You even manage to find a gay bar—Jesse goes wild under your and Hailey's supervision and Vickie's awkward flirting somehow nags her a girl's number. She gets embarrassed every time any of you bring it up, but you can each tell she's proud too.

Junior year sneaks up on you and hits you like a freight train. It doesn't even slow down, just pushes you into the deep end as soon as it starts. You try out for the fall play and drag Jesse into auditioning too. Surprise—he loves it (he's an English nerd like you, so you knew he would). The difficulty dial turns up on all your classes except math, which has never been your strong suit. While you're stuck a year behind everyone else, you're pleasantly surprised to find Eddie in your class.

"Well hello there, stranger," he says as you take the desk next to his.

"Hi!" You exclaim, happy to have a friend in the class.

Eddie laughs at your enthusiasm. "That's the most excitement I've seen for a math class in a long time."

"Oh, yeah," you say sarcastically. "I'm all about math. I dream of it at night."

"And here I am, a fool for dreaming about you instead." He winks and you blush madly. You set up your notebook and pencil perfectly, just for something to do instead. You hear Eddie chuckle and then there's a loud handclap from Mrs. Dolip, making everyone jump.

"If she's gonna do that every day, I'm gonna have a heart attack," Eddie whispers to you under his breath.

"Don't worry," you whisper back, "I know CPR."

You can feel his eyes on you and you know you're still blushing, but you also smirk, all the while watching your teacher write the first lesson on the board.

A week later, while Mrs. Dolip is blabbing on about equations, Eddie speaks out of the side of his mouth. "Have you thought about my Hellfire offer at all?"

You wince and shake your head minutely.

"Okay, angel. No sweat." Your breath hitches at the pet name. "Just keep it in the back of your mind for me." You nod and he lounges back in his desk.

Another week later, Eddie stops paying attention to the worksheet you two are supposed to be finishing and props his head on his hand. "You know, D&D is a lot more fun than this."

You give him a look. "Anything would be more fun than this." The page is full of fractions that keep drifting away from your eyes.

"Fair," he muses, "but D&D would be as fun as doing the school plays. I know you enjoy those."

"I do, but there are things I enjoy more, you know."

"Like what?"

"Reading. Fleetwood Mac. Cats. Taking a walk by the Seine."

"Paris, huh?" You nod. "But what about an alternate world where magic exists and fairies are spiteful and dragons terrorize villages and wizards command the elements?"

"Sounds a little dark for my tastes."

"You're the one who said Fleetwood Mac." He gives a cheeky smile. You roll your eyes and get back to work.

A month after that, just when you've forgotten about D&D, Eddie says after class one day, "You could be a princess, you know. Or a bard. Or a really good thief who always takes what they need but must leave something they want."

"What?"

He shrugs. "It's a curse. Balance is necessary."

You put your pile of books on your desk and turn to him. "Eddie, what are you doing?"

"A great question, milady." He beams. "I'm courting you."

"You're what?" You feel like you're choking on the words.

"To be my apprentice," he clarifies. "My successor."

"Oh." There's a faint sense of disappointment. "Well—"

"Before you say anything, just gimme some more time. I've got some tricks up my sleeve." He winks but there's a pleading in his voice. "Gimme a chance."

You study him, fingers adorned with silver rings constantly fidgeting at his sides, hair wavy and out of control, the same faded leather jacket he always wears shining in the florescent lights.

You sigh. "Okay."

He brightens considerably. "Really?"

"Yeah. Court me or whatever."

"That I can do, angel!" With that, he sprints out the door. You follow at a leisurely pace, not really sure what you're getting yourself into.

;

The next Steve-and-Nancy drama comes around, except this time, you're somehow in the middle of it. It was a crazy sequence of events that led up to it. It started at home.

"I'm going to the store. Do you need anything?" Nina had called from the foyer while putting on her shoes.

"Um," you'd uselessly shouted back while thinking. "We need Pop-Tarts and lemonade. Maybe also some Arnold Palmer's? And tampons please!"

"Check, check, and check," and then she was out the door.

About twenty minutes later, you heard a honk from outside—your sister's way of telling you she's back and to come help with the groceries. You slipped on some boots and grabbed the first heavy jacket you felt in your closet, since a chill had set in recently. You walked out the door, down the stairs, and to the car. Nina had the trunk open and you pulled out one of the bags. You started walking back to the building, not paying enough attention evidently, because you ran into someone halfway through the parking lot.

As if in slow motion, the bag broke open and things went flying. Nothing broke but it was almost worse what actually happened: a box hit the ground with abnormal force and sprang open, propelling tampons into the air. You looked at the person you bumped into through the spray and were mortified to find Steve Harrington staring back at you with a smirk.

Worse still, when the tampons had fallen back to the ground and rolled around on the pavement, Steve reached out and pinched the jacket you were wearing. "I wonder where I've seen this before," he teased.

You looked down and sure enough, you were wearing Steve's letterman jacket.

You just froze, staring at nothing with wide eyes, sure that this whole situation could not get worse. And yet, it did.

"Steve!" Nina said happily, joining the two of you. "Where have you been?"

"Hi, Nina. Just around. At school, practice," he answered cordially, still looking at you with mirth in his eyes.

"We've missed you. You have to come for dinner. What are you doing tonight?"

"Absolutely nothing," and you could hear the cheekiness oozing from the words. "I'd be honored to join."

"Great!" With that, she just walked away and disappeared into the building.

"Oh my god," you breathed, and Steve finally burst into laughter. "Oh my god," you repeated, moaning this time.

"Your face! It was priceless!" There were tears in his eyes. "That was the best thing I've seen in a long time."

That piqued your interest, but it could be examined later. You had to survive this mortification. "I'm so sorry," you said, "I'm so sorry!" You dropped the broken bag, scattering more items, as you rushed to pull off his jacket. "I forgot!"

Steve's hands darted out and stopped yours from moving. You looked up at him. He was smiling. "There's nothing to apologize for, beautiful. You don't have to take it off now. It's cold out here." He dragged it back over your shoulders and you had to hold in a shiver. "I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I made you strip out here."

Your eyes widened and he laughed again. In an effort to draw attention elsewhere, you dropped to the ground and started collecting the tampons and other stuff. Steve joined you. You tried to use the bag but it was useless. Without any other option, you took the tampons and shoved them in the pockets of the jacket, making him laugh again, louder this time. You laughed too, seeing the ridiculousness in it all. All you and Steve could do was laugh for a minute, just crouching in the middle of the parking lot.

As the giggles faded and breathing evened, you started picking up the other things. "Here," Steve said, and held out his shirt, making a kind of basket. You giggled again as you piled items into the makeshift pouch, until everything was off the ground. You two stood and both supported the weight of his shirt.

"I never imagined I would kind of understand what it's like to be pregnant," Steve joked, and it took a lot of effort not to become completely useless due to laughter.

You both got inside and helped put away the groceries. You were thankful Nina had already started cooking and didn't seem to notice how you'd carried the items inside. As soon as everything was away, Nina was directing you and Steve to help prepare and dinner got underway.

A few hours later, after you'd finished eating and cleaning up the table, you and Steve escaped to your room. "Here," you said sheepishly, handing him his letterman jacket. He took it with a grin and laid it on the back of your desk chair. You sat on your bed while he examined your room.

He looked at your collection of manatees. "Each one is from a new city we've moved to," you explained.

"There's so many." Steve sounded both awed and a little sad.

"Yeah, we've been a lot of places."

"Why?"

"Nina and I are army brats. Dad was moved from base to base a lot. It was cool to see the world, but making friends was always hard." You breathed deep. "They died a couple years ago. Car crash. Can you believe it? Dad was in the fucking military and a random accident is what officially takes them away?"

"I'm sorry." His voice was gentle and soft and kind.

You forced your voice to stop wobbling. "Anyway, Nina got custody. We've moved a couple times so she could find a good enough job to take care of us both. But her job at the hospital here is really nice. She likes it a lot. And it feels pretty stable."

"Where's the one for here?"

"We haven't been able to find one yet. We do have to get it local and for some reason, Hawkins just doesn't sell manatee merchandise." Steve looked back at you and matched your grin.

"What's your favorite one?"

You stood and moved to join him. You picked out a small, delicate manatee. "This one's from Hawaii. We weren't there for very long, but we found this at a tiny shop in Maui. Hand-carved and hand-painted."

"It's beautiful." But Steve was still staring at you.

"Thanks," you whispered, face heating. Realizing your position, you cleared your throat and stepped away. "So, um, how's Nancy?"

It was like being doused in cold water. Steve's expression hardened, though he carefully returned the manatee to its rightful place before stalking away. "It's fine."

"Sounds like it." You said it simply, but it broke through. Steve sighed and perched on the end of your bed. You sat next to him. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I don't even really know what's wrong," he started, sounding confused and lonely. "This past year was great. I thought we were past all the stuff from last year. But...it feels different. Feels like something's off."

"Have you asked her about it?" He shook his head. "Might be a good place to start. Communication is key."

His lip quirked up. "Maybe." There was silence for a few minutes. You were just about to touch his hand when he sprang up from the bed. "So what are you doing for Halloween?"

Shocked by the sudden topic change, you stammered, "Um, something with my friends? Like...horror movie night? Maybe?"

Steve nodded seriously. "Are you dressing up?"

"I'm not sure. I have an idea but there's not really anywhere to wear it."

He lit up. "Come to the party! Tina's party! Nancy and I will be there. And you can bring your friends."

"Are you sure?" Your brow furrowed.

"Totally! It'll be fun. Here," he grabbed a pen and scribbled something onto a piece of paper on your desk, "that's her address. Easy to get to from here!"

"Um...okay—"

"Great!" He beamed. "Well, I gotta go! Those essays won't write themselves!" With that, he awkwardly dashed from the room, grabbing his jacket in the process.

"Bye, I guess," you said to the empty room, completely bewildered.

;

And that's how you're here, at Tina's Halloween party.

"Are you sure we're invited?" Vickie asks nervously.

"Duh!" Jesse replies, already dancing to the beat, "Steve invited us personally."

You shrug, feeling a little helpless. "He did."

"So let's have some fun!" Hailey yells. She grabs Jesse's hand and they plunge into the crowd, immediately heading for the dance floor. You look at Vickie, who looks right back at you.

"Drinks?" You offer.

"Drinks." She confirms.

So you two also head into the fray, in the opposite direction, eventually finding a communal punch bowl that must have six different kinds of alcohol in it for how pungent it smells. You and Vickie ladle some into cups and try it.

"That's nasty," Vickie coughs. You agree. You both keep drinking.

"Hey, you made it!" You hear Steve before he appears, dressed like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. He stops short when he sees you fully. "Whoa."

You look down self-consciously. "Does it look okay?"

"You look sick!" He exclaims. "Not sick like ill, but like super cool. Carrie is such a good choice. Who did the blood?"

"Jesse, Hailey, and I took turns," Vickie answers, and Steve grins.

"Looks awesome!"

"Thanks, Steve." You try not to blush. "Hi, Nancy," you add when you see the girl appear next to him.

She smiles—well, more like grimaces—in greeting before taking a cup and dipping it right into the punch bowl. You and Vickie exchange a side glance, but Steve just follows her lead. "Let's dance," she shouts to him. He gives her a thumbs-up and waves at you and Vickie before disappearing into the crowd.

"Something's not right there," Vickie says to you. You already knew that, but you didn't want to see it right in front of you either.

"I'm gonna get some air," you tell her. She nods and you weave through the people, finally finding the doors leading to the deck and backyard. When they slide open, the cool air is a relief on your hot skin, and you breathe deep in relief.

"Didn't expect to see you here, princess."

You jump at the voice and turn to see Eddie leaning against the side of the deck, surrounded by a cloud of smoke. "Jesus Christ," you choke out.

"I gotta stop scaring you, angel, or I'm gonna have to give you CPR. And I'm not certified." You half-smile, heart still racing. Seeming to sense that, Eddie motions to you. "Come sit down. Get your breath back."

You do as he recommends and sit in the chair next to him. Good thing it's metal, otherwise the fake blood you're wearing would soak in.

"You look great, by the way," Eddie appraises. "Superb fake blood placement. Very authentic."

You smile in thanks, still calming down. "What're you doing here?" You ask when you feel you can.

He holds up a metal lunchbox. "You don't know I'm the local dealer?"

You shake your head. It's news to you, but not altogether surprising. You tell him as much.

He chuckles. "I'm guessing you're not out here to buy?"

"No. Just to get some fresh air."

"Well, shit." He starts to wave away the smoke from his almost-spent joint. "Sorry, princess."

You wave a hand. "It's fine. Actually..." Eddie raises an eyebrow in interest. "I'd be down. To partake. If I can."

"Course you can," he says with a wicked grin. He pulls a fresh joint from behind his ear. "And for you, pretty lady, it's on the house." You go to grab it, but he brings it out of reach again. "But only if we can share."

You nod eagerly and Eddie claps his hands together. "Excellent." He drags a chair over and sits next to you. He hands you the joint and you put it between your lips. Expecting for him to hand you the lighter, you're startled when he leans forward instead, flicking on the flame and lighting it for you. As you inhale, the burning embers set his face aglow a little. He's very pretty.

You finally exhale, releasing the smoke into the air. "Well done, angel," he says, impressed. You shrug nonchalantly as he takes his drag. When he exhales, he creates little rings out of the smoke.

"Whoa! Can you teach me to do that?" You ask excitedly.

He laughs. "Of course."

A little while later, first joint gone and second started, you're just about getting the hang of smoke rings when the door slams open. You and Eddie both turn your heads quickly to see Steve in the doorway, breathing heavily.

"Steve?" You say hesitantly. He looks at you. He has devastation written all over his face. "What's wrong?"

"Can I get a hit?" He asks, ignoring your question.

Eddie hands the joint over without argument, clearly seeing what you're seeing. Steve takes a long drag before exhaling loudly, relaxing as he does. He collapses in the chair near you and Eddie.

"It's over."

"What's over?" You ask.

"Me and Nancy."

Eddie sucks in through his teeth. "That sucks, man."

"Steve, I'm so sorry."

"She called me 'bullshit'," he spits out. "Called our whole relationship 'bullshit'." His tone turns sad. "Said she doesn't love me anymore."

You feel terrible for him. "Steve, you're not bullshit."

"Apparently I am." He inhales from the joint again.

You pluck the joint away, take a quick drag, and hand it to Eddie. Placing a hand on Steve's, you order gently, "Steve, look at me." He swings his head to you sadly, eyes heavy. "You are not bullshit." He scoffs but you interrupt. "Steve." He shuts his mouth. "You are not. bullshit."

Steve gazes at you, then directs his attention to Eddie. "She's right, man," Eddie confirms. Steve looks back at you. You give him a small smile, which he eventually returns.

Temporarily resolved, you turn to Eddie and motion for the joint. You suck in greedily, inhaling quickly. You hold it in for a few seconds, and then release it—finally making a correct smoke ring.

"You did it!" Eddie yells.

"I did it!" You echo.

"Great job, beautiful," Steve commends, and you smile angelically at both of them. You give Steve the joint, who takes a drag and hands it to Eddie. "You guys ever shotgunned?" He asks once he's exhaled.

"Obviously," Eddie answers with contempt, but you're confused. "Like a beer?"

"No, smoke," Steve clarifies. You shake your head.

"You don't know how to shotgun, princess? Well, we gotta remedy that," Eddie continues.

Steve explains. "It's when you blow the smoke into another person's mouth."

You're having trouble trying to picture it, and Eddie senses it. "Here, Harrington and I will demonstrate." It feels like a challenge.

One that Steve is up for. "Let's do it, Munson."

They both stand and step in close to each other. They're about the same height—Steve's just the tiniest bit taller—but their mouths are pretty level. Eddie takes a drag, lets it sit, and then lines up his lips with Steve. He exhales the smoke directly into Steve's mouth, who inhales it deeply. They're centimeters from kissing. It makes you squirm a little.

"Nicely done, Harrington," Eddie says, impressed.

Steve does a little bow, making Eddie laugh unexpectedly. You try to hide a smile. Then they both look at you.

"Your turn, beautiful," Steve says.

"Okay." Your voice is a little small.

"You wanna do it?" Steve asks Eddie, but he shakes his head. "All yours, dude."

Steve sits back down and scoots closer to you. He looks deep into your eyes. "Okay, come close." You do so and your body heats up in the proximity. "I'm gonna do it. You just hold those pretty lips open, okay?" You nod, trembling a little. Steve takes a drag, holds it, and then leans in even closer. You can practically feel his mouth on yours. You're almost unprepared for the smoke as it comes billowing towards you, but you inhale as you're supposed to. Steve stays close for a few seconds, the eye contact too intense to break, until you accidentally puff out the smoke into his face. He leans back and coughs.

"Sorry!" You exclaim.

"It's alright," Steve answers with a smile. "No harm done."

"You wanna try, angel?" You turn to Eddie and nod. Steve hands you the joint as Eddie comes close this time. You inhale, letting the smoke roll around in your mouth, and then lean in and blow it into Eddie's waiting lips. He inhales it greedily and there feels like electricity between you as he doesn't break his gaze. You can't seem to close your mouth. The moment only ends when Eddie turns his head up and releases the smoke into the night sky.

He looks back down at you. "Good girl," he murmurs, and you feel like you could die.

You collapse backwards, exhausted from the tension.

"How was that?" Steve asks.

"Great," you answer dreamily, and he smiles.

"We're honored we could pop your cherry, princess," Eddie adds cheekily.

You shiver—and then keep shivering.

"Oh, beautiful, you're cold," Steve points out. You don't feel cold; you actually feel hot, from being so close to both of them, and seeing them so close to each other. But there are goosebumps on your skin and you can feel your teeth start to chatter. "Let's get you inside."

All three of you stand and move towards the door. Eddie opens it and lets you and Steve step inside before following and shutting it behind him. You already feel better.

Vickie comes rushing up to you. "We gotta go. It's almost my curfew." She takes your hand and pulls.

You turn back to catch glimpses of those beautiful boys. "Thank you!" You call out, hoping they hear you.

chapter four

#steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #mine

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morbid-zombii · 2 months

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↻ ^. "oh, you want a bite mark?" [ellie williams/dina woodward]

content: shameless smut, top!dina, bottom!ellie, cunnilingus, fingering

wc:: 878

summary: basically what wouldve happened if jesse hadn't interuppted them at eugenes weed basement thing

notes: first fic (that i have posted, at least !!) and also cross posted on ao3(@/morbid_zombii)

Dina throws herself on top of Ellie, a teasing grin tugs at her expression as she pins Ellies hands besides her head gently.

"I told you a real fucking story." Dina states, looking down at Ellie.

The pair had been sharing the stories behind how they had earned their scars over the years. Dina told Ellie about how she had fallen on her knife while attempting to ride a skateboard, and Ellie revealed that the "chemical burn" covered by a tattoo on her arm was actually a healed bite mark from a runner she'd encountered when she was thirteen.

"I did tell you a real fucking story–!" Ellie insists through a breathless laugh.

But Dina isn't satisfied, of course, and refuses to believe Ellie's story. "Oh, you want a bite mark?" She raises her eyebrow, her tone playful as she continues to flirt with the girl below her.

"Wha—" Ellie tries to get words out, but is cut off by Dinas lips suddenly intertwined with her.

At first she's caught off-guard by Dinas actions, but after a moment she reciprocates the kiss, her hands wrapping around Dinas waist and pulling her closer.

After a moment, Dina draws her lips away from Ellies, instead she slides her mouth lower, nipping and sucking at her rough skin until she's reached her collarbone, marking her with a multitude of hickeys that would surely take some time to fade in her wake.

"Dina-" Ellie speaks, her voice low and raspy and filled with need as her head dips back, the feeling of Dinas mouth working relentlessly to mark her is almost entirely overwhelming as desire unfurls from somewhere deep inside her core.

"Hm?" Dina hums in return, pulling her mouth away momentarily to focus on Ellie.

"I need you." Ellie states simply, looking up at Dina with eyes sparked full of desire. God, what this woman does to her..

Dina grins arrogantly, feeling rather full of her self as she saw the way her actions had effected Ellie. Needing no further instruction, she lowers her head down, and slips the fabric of Ellies white underwear down her legs and tosses them aside once they're off completely.

Dina drags her tounge along Ellies wetness, moving repeatedly in slow, circular motions against her already throbbing clit like a woman starved. She relishes in the sounds of Ellies moans as they fill the room, only encouraging her actions further as she slips her middle and index fingers inside, curling them in and out against Ellies inner walls.

"Oh, fuck, Dina.." Ellie moans, her body jolting due to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She clenches around Dinas fingers repeatedly, and mindlessly arches her back to help her reach deeper.

"You sound fucking beautiful right now, y'know that?" Dina asks, although she clearly doesn't expect an answer as she brings her head back down to focus on Ellies core, which earns her another sharp moan from Ellie.

Ellie squeezes her legs around Dinas head, but Dina easily uses her hands to keep them open, continuing to work her tounge on Ellies wetness.

Ellie arches her back off the dilapidated couch, her eyes shutting as she enjoys the sensations taking over her and eventually her hands find their way to Dinas hair, running her fingertips through it mindlessly.

"Enjoying yourself up there?" Dina taunts playfully as she feels Ellies hands toying with her hair.

"Mmm." Is the only response Ellie can muster out, too focused on the way Dina expertly works her tounge on her, and the way her fingers curl in and out of her wet heat, repeatedly hitting the spot to make her moan almost entirely too loudly.

"Good. You look stunning from down here, babe." Dina praises, looking up at Ellie with eyes filled with pure awe. "God, what did I do to deserve such a perfect girlfriend?"

Jesus Christ, does she have any idea what she's doing to her? Honestly, Dina could make Ellie come from just her words alone, if she really wanted to.

But after a while of Dinas minsitrations and praise, Ellies legs begin to shake more rapidly, her moans becoming more frequent, louder, and Dina can already tell that Ellie is close as she focuses her full attention on working her mouth and thrusting her fingers in and out of her.

"Fuck, Dina I-" But Dina cuts her off, predicting exactly what she's going to say.

"Go on babe, come for me." Dina instructs, and only a moment later, Ellie lets out a sharp cry as she reaches her peak, her entire body trembling as she does so.

Once her trembles finally subside, she lay a boneless heap on the couch, Dina laying against Ellies chest listening to her heart beat and her breathing slow down as she comes down from her high.

Eventually, Dina sits up, bringing her lips to Ellies' and planting a kiss on them before pulling away slightly, Dinas eyes searching the others.

"So.." Dina starts after a moment of comfortable silence, dragging out the word. Ellie looks up at her, confused.

"Yeah?" Ellie asks, quirking up her eyebrow.

"Ready to tell me a real story this time?" She questions sarcastically, and Ellie can't help but grin, rolling her eyes at Dinas comment.

#dina x ellie #smut #ellie williams #tlou #the last of us #dina tlou #dina woodward #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 #cross posted on ao3

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yeehanfrf · 1 year

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Week 1 Recs: One Shot, One Kill

The Week 1 Fic Rec Friday theme was "One Shot, One Kill," or fics that clock in under 10,000 words. Here are all the bite-sized fics recommended by the Yeehan community, organized by rating, then alphabetically by title.

General Audience

A Dragon's Treasure by SetsunaNoroi [5,958 words] Reccer comment: "It's a bit of comfort read; short, sweet, humourous, charming, and hits a lot of what I enjoy reading in a YH fic."

Hanzo can't help himself in developing feelings for Jesse McCree, but that doesn't mean he has to share them. With his sins, he is better off alone but still he can't help but want him. It should be fine as long as he just never says anything. Unfortunately his dragons have different ideas and keep trying to lay claim on the cowboy. Mostly McCree is just confused.

In Hot Pursuit by AsheRhyder [3,928 words] Reccer comment: "Loser man Cassidy fumbling the bag with Hanzo ft. Papa Reaps."

Cassidy can flirt, but he's never had someone actually take him up on the offers his silver tongue makes.

Hanzo is determined to win whatever game they're playing, especially when the prize is a flustered cowboy.

Gabriel and Jack just want to play cards.

To Grow Old Together (Is the Ultimate Declaration of Love) by PlanetaryRose [697 words] Reccer comment: "v short but v v sweet"

“I don’t just love you Jesse, I adore you, you are my heart but it is more than that. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, to grow old with you and have you forever by my side and in my arms.

You consume me in every way, mind, body, and soul. I would spend the rest of my days with you, dedicate my life to you.”

Teen and Up

Dreamlike by mataglap [4,063 words] Reccer comment: "4,063 words of achingly sweet fluff!"

Hanzo is used to bad dreams, and he never would have expected that a good dream would end up haunting him the most.

Finding Home, Building Home by coinin [1,975 words] Reccer comment: "rly sweet slice of yeehan, punches u in the face in under 2k words!"

It's taken a while, helped along by teammates, arguments about furniture, and quite a bit of cat hair, but Jesse's finally made a home.

Midway by robocryptid [2,329 words] Reccer comment: "2329 words that I go back to often because it hits a perfect balance between funny, sweet and romantic."

Cassidy and Hanzo go undercover at the fair to track a mark. Obviously they blend in best if everyone assumes they're a couple. It goes exactly how you think.

Silver Screen by DerpyMcButtface [1,990 words] Reccer comment: "Some people might hate me for recommending this one bc it’s SAD, but I really love the premise, and it’s VERY well written."

It's far, far in the future. The heroes are dead, old, or getting there fast. They're making movies now, about Overwatch, but not everyone's happy about that.

Mature

All the Love You Ever Get by SaltCore [3,387 words] Reccer comment: "3387 words to make you cry (mind the tags!)"

Some carry the last words they'll ever hear their soulmate say like a brand on their skin. Whether it's a blessing or a curse is for the philosophers to decide.

Hanzo, for his part, would rather fate had passed him by instead of leaving her mark.

Electric by mataglap [2,212 words] Reccer comment: "Caught up in a thunderstorm, gets spicy"

They get caught in a storm. Things get slightly out of control.

Fire from the Gods by Adolphus Longestaffe [1,372 words] Reccer comment: "very short but beautifully written"

Used to be every time he looked away you got afraid he didn’t love you no more. Now every time he breathes out you’re afraid he won’t breathe in again.

Shrimp Heaven Now by Liquid_Lyrium [5,916 words] Reccer comment: "utterly silly fun"

Hanzo is single-handedly trying to get them thrown out of every Red Lobster in town. McCree is just along for the ride.

Explicit

blisters by cosmicevil [3,141 words] Reccer comment: "A gut punch every time I read it"

Hanzo is going to figure it out.

Debriefing by MittenCrab [6,332 words] Reccer comment: "The scene from this fic haunts me (in a good way). I think about it quite a lot. 6332 words by MittenCrab. A lot of feelings. So many feelings."

“You did not debrief,” Hanzo says finally. It’s more a statement than a question.

[McCree’s mission goes badly when he crosses paths with Reaper - the man who was once everything to him. Wounded and frustrated, he meets Hanzo at one of their safe houses, where he discovers that debriefing can be a lot more fun than he’d previously imagined. (PWP)]

Familiar Habits by Philosophics [8,176 words]

After joining Overwatch, Hanzo finds it difficult to sleep some nights. It is nothing a hot cup of tea cannot fix, but he never expected that he would have company.

(or: hanzo is very thirsty, in more ways than one)

It Will Come Back by CorvidFightClub [3,434 words] Reccer comment: "3,434 words, it’s fuck or die with bonus werewolf :D"

McCree and Hanzo are captured by a gang somewhere in the American Midwest after a mission. The situation becomes more dire when Hanzo finds out the gang isn’t the only thing he has to worry about.

On the Mouth by super_duper [3,292 words] Reccer comment: "I always come back to this one bc it's such a perfect balance of virgin and manslut Hanzo"

Jesse and Hanzo have a thing. Jesse would like it to be more than a thing. Hanzo has a secret.

Slippage by robocryptid [1,389 words] Reccer comment: "some more angst with smut and questionable comfort in 1389 words"

Cassidy compartmentalizes. Hanzo knows it, because he does the same.

It’s supposed to be simple, and it’s anything but.

your good side by motorghost [2,053 words] Reccer comment: "this one by motorghost is so delicious!!!"

Hanzo feels himself changing because of Cole. There's lots of ways to thank him, but when you only have nightly webcam chats, your options are limited. Luckily Hanzo is more creative than Cole knows.

Thank you to everyone who sent in a recommendation! Keep an eye out for next week's theme: "Feel-Good Hour," for all your heartwarming fluff needs!

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goldshadows · 2 months

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jess shepard, a dating history.

overall, jess began dating fairly late considering how her teenage years were quite a mess and that was honestly the last thing on her mind. she didn't exactly have crushes either and if she did, she wouldn't have been able to pursue them. she only really started thinking about these things once she's been in seattle for about a year. when she started college was when she made her first experiences. with savannah as her room mate who was encouraging her to approach people. during her first year, some flirts here and there but that was about it. it was during her sophomore year - she was about 19 - when she fell head over heels for a guy named Eli. Eli was a good guy, sweet and very artistic. they dated for about a year and a half until he graduated and moved back home to the west coast. they tried to do long-distance but Eli eventually broke up with her. they tried to keep in touch over the years but they don't talk a lot anymore. Vickie was next. they ran into each other during jess' senior year and hit it off immediately. they became friends first until jess realized she was feeling a little more than just friendship here. though she struggled for a minute to accept her own sexuality there and kept Vickie at arm's length until she was ready to really unpack that part of herself - all of which they talked about during countless late night conversations. jess still eternally grateful for her patience and support even as she came out to her grandparents when she was about 23. they dated until jess was halfway through med school - for almost three years. their lives were developing into vastly different directions and they were hardly seeing each other anymore. they broke up but remained friends. jess even attended Vickie's wedding a couple of years later. last and definitely least is Tobias. even though her breakup with vickie was amicable, it did hit her pretty hard. for a few months, she was dating around - as much as her schedule allowed her - and one of those dates was Tobias. compared to Eli and Vickie, he was more of your typical wannabe bigshot macho. he was nice enough at first for jess to be lulled in. he rarely showed up for her and if he ever did, he did so complaining and/or distracted by something else. very often, he called her clingy and overbearing for the most basic of things - but also when she asked for support after she got the notice her father had passed but instead he left her to deal with it by herself while he went on vacation. the last straw for her however was when she caught him cheating with a woman in her own apartment (needless to say she moved after that) and also found out, he'd been cheating on her here and there for almost the entire time they've been together. three and a half year relationship ended abruptly and she has not talked to him since.

#all that i ever was. / headcanons‚ jess.

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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omg sorry another jess request, very content starved for him at this point

but maybe a best friends to lovers type imagine with him please?

maybe an element of opposites attract too???

Liar

(part one)

[Jess Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: You and Jess have been best friends for almost a decade but have never dated despite what everyone says, though your s.os are not huge fans of your friendship.

A/n: so sorry this took so long decided to split it into two parts cos i knew it was gonna take forever so here you go! listened to a lot of paramore when i started this hence the title of the fic

Warnings: angst, swearing, arguing, toxic relationship

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Ever since Bam essentially 'brought you home' from the skate park at 14, Jess was not impressed. He passed you off as Bam's annoying friend and would roll his eyes and groan whenever you were at the house. At the time, you thought he was an asshole kid as he was only a year older but acted as if he was above it all but it also could've been a shitty attempt at flirting. One day, Jess was particularly rude and it just so happened you were particularly snappy that day too.

"Bam, when are you gonna stop bringing this girl around if she's not your girlfriend?"

"Oh I'm sorry Jess, am I disturbing your peace?" You spat, Jess visibly taken aback by your sudden snark.

"Yeah you are actually, I can hear your annoying voice from my room." He scoffed, turning himself to go upstairs.

"You know what, let me join you so you can hear my 'annoying voice' even clearer." You happily jumped up off the couch, a smug grin plastered on your face.

"That's not happening."

"Oh come on Jess, stop being an asshole and let her go with you. Then maybe you'll start to like each other." Bam called out, too focused on the video game him and Dico were playing to reprimand you.

Jess glared at you, huffing as he climbed the stairs, you skipping along behind him. As you got to Jess' room you wasted no time in snooping, admiring all the band posters plastered on the walls and kicking the dirty laundry that littered the floor. You got to his chest of drawers and went to open the first when a hand grabbed your wrist.

"Do you mind not snooping?"

"Why? Porn mags in here or something?" You smirked as Jess' stink eye remained, moving to sit on his chair as you continued your prowl.

"You know I listen to like, all of these bands right?" You spoke, pointing to the posters that littered Jess’ walls.

"Sure you do." He sighed.

You flipped your head around annoyedly.

"Oh come on. You don't think I listen to fucking-" You began pointing to various prints.

"Black Sabbath? Slayer? They're classics."

Jess cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head.

"You really listen to metal?"

You smiled, turning to face Jess and folding your arms.

"What? Just cause' I'm a girl I can't listen to heavy metal? That's not very progressive of you."

Jess looked a little embarrassed, staring at the wall instead of at your smug face.

"Maybe you should give me a chance instead of dismissing me as one of Bam's dumb skater friends huh?"

Jess met your eyes then as you widened them, smug grin still remaining.

"Maybe I should."

***

After that fateful afternoon you and Jess became the best of friends, even closer than you and Bam ever were. Although you spent a whole lot of time together, you at cKy shows and rehearsals while he came to watch you skate, you never did end up together, despite the relentless comments you'd receive from everyone around you.

"Oh come on, you guys are practically dating without the sex and that's like the best part!"

"Shut up Bam we are not."

Many nights of drinking with Bam and his friends ended up like this one way or another.

"Dude you have to admit, you and Jess are way closer than any other guy and girl I know, I'm surprised your guys' boyfriend and girlfriend don't get pissy about it." Ryan spoke up, taking a sip of his beer.

"Daniel and Jess are friends." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh and are you and Julie the best of pals too?"

"Shut up Bam, I like Julie she's sweet."

It was true, Jess' girlfriend was a perfect angel of a human and you got along perfectly fine though really you'd be lying if you said there was rarely any tension between you both. As you got older it became less normal for you and Jess to sleep over at each other's places or spend an excessive amount of time with each other as just friends, especially with the addition of boyfriends and girlfriends.

Relationships never seemed to last with either of you, not that you were ever really in love or invested in the person as much as you ought to be. And maybe a couple exes here and there weren't too fond of yours and Jess' friendship but despite everything, neither of you were ever romantically involved. Seriously. Never.

"You going to the bar later?" Jess asked from his drum kit as you sat on the basement couch, invested in the book you were reading.

"Huh? Oh yeah, but I'm not drinking."

"Why? You don't have work tomorrow, do you?"

You shook your head and bit your lip, still attempting to read although you had been struggling for the last twenty minutes as Jess played his drums loudly.

"Dan's drinking so I'm driving us home."

Jess narrowed his brows, scoffing.

"And? Get a cab or something, why should you sacrifice your night for him?"

"We don't all need alcohol to have fun, Jess."

"Yeah but you do."

You dropped the book in your lap, glaring at the man in front of you.

"Well I don't mind, he asked me to so I will. I'm a nice girlfriend actually."

"And is he a nice boyfriend?"

You rolled your eyes, flipping the corner of the page down and closing your book, there was no way Jess was letting you read anymore.

"Yes Jess, he is. I swear you've hated every ex of mine. Dan is literally your friend."

You sat up on the sofa and began gathering your things.

"Doesn't mean he's a good boyfriend either. Plus you've hated most of my ex girlfriends too."

"Well half of them did call me a bitch so."

Jess laughed as you pulled your jacket on, ready to head out. Although the conversation seemed light-hearted, there was an underlying layer neither of you wished to bring up. A common factor which influenced both of your past relationships.

"I'll see you later." You muttered, walking up the stairs with no further comments.

***

"I fucking love Boba Felt dude." Dico declared, taking a sip of his beer.

"You're such a dude." You laughed, enjoying your nerdy chat with your nerdy friend.

"The fucks that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno, every guy loves Boba Fett, he barely even speaks!"

"So?! Boba Fett doesn't need to speak, he's already badass."

As you laughed along, four words you never wished to hear were spoken from behind you.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

You almost shuddered as you heard them, turning yourself around to see what Raab was referring to. And in all his glory, Dan was facing the corner, zipping down his pants, ready to piss on the wall. It wasn't even midnight yet and your boyfriend was already loaded and set to make a fool of himself as he so often did when alcohol was involved.

"Shit." You spat under your breath, pushing yourself off your seat and rushing over to prevent the public urination.

"Dan, what the hell are you doing?! Stop it!" You whisper-shouted, pulling your boyfriends hands away from his crotch and attempting to zip up his pants.

"Hey, he needs to get out of here!" The bartender yelled once he spotted what everyone was staring at, already heading to get the bouncer.

"For fuck's sake Dan. How many bars are you gonna get thrown out of? You tryna set a record or something?!" You scolded, successfully buckling up your boyfriend's belt and pushing him towards the exit, knowing it was certainly time to call it a night.

"Nooo, I don't wanna go home. I'm taking more shots with Bam!" Dan slurred though he made no attempt to stop you from shoving him outside.

"You're done Dan. I'm taking you home." You tried grabbing his hand to pull him towards your car but Dan pulled his hand away forcefully.

"You're not my fucking mother bitch."

He probably had whiskey. That always made him angry.

"You're not gonna be let back inside, so I dunno what your plan is." You folded your arms. It was like dealing with a child.

Suddenly Dan got up in your face, enough so that the strong smell of liquor invaded your senses.

"Why are you such a controlling cunt?"

"Is there a problem?"

You and Dan both flicked your heads to the source of the noise as your face got hot, tears almost welling stupidly.

"Of course, here's Jess to the rescue!" Dan scoffed, backing away from you and throwing his arms up in the air.

"You gonna take her away from me and go fuck her Margera?"

"Daniel." Your face turned almost redder at your boyfriends crude comments as Jess walked towards the two of you.

"Hey man, you need to calm down." Jess extended his arm out to hold Dan away from the two of you, a stern look on his face.

"Oh fuck off Jess. Not my fault she doesn't wanna fuck you!"

"Dan we're going home." You couldn't listen to his words any longer as you walked towards Dan and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards your car once again but Jess called out your name, pulling your head towards him.

"It's fine. He's just drunk."

Jess looked almost scared, he didn't want you to go with Dan but he wasn't sure if he could stop you without a full on fist fight breaking out in the parking lot.

"Just call me when you get home, I'm leaving now too" Jess responded, feeling utterly helpless.

"Oh sure she'll call you. I'll call you instead handsome! How bout that?" Dan sneered after Jess as he stood watching you shove your intoxicated boyfriend in the car, then pulling out of the bar and down the street.

"Why'd you gotta be such an asshole Dan?" You muttered, face as red as a tomato from embarrassment.

"Oh sorry, want me to be nice to your little boyfriend? You know when I started being friends with Jess, I never went near you cause'- cause' you know I always thought you guys were together. Well you may as well fucking be!" Dan was almost yelling, slurring several words and throwing his arms around in the air dramatically.

"Dan you're just drunk, stop talking." Your grip on the wheel tightened as your fists turned a pale white, swallowing back your emotions.

"Stop talking? Where were you today, hmm?"

You bit your lip, trying to concentrate on the road rather than the drunk man berating you in your car.

"I told you already, Jess'. I don't know why this is a problem all of a sudden." Your voice was beginning to break as you spoke, Dan paying no mind to this.

"What so it was just you and Jess 'hanging out' alone? He didn't nail you did he?"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as the language got crude and mean, like sharp knives cutting into you.

"He's my friend, Dan. He always has been." You mumbled through tears, eyes not tearing away from what was in front of you.

Thats when Dan grabbed your arm, tearing your eyes towards him for a brief moment.

"I don't buy it. He wants to fuck you and you know it. And you wanna fuck him too, don't you?"

You brought your eyes right back to the road to steer your car right to the side, foot slamming on the brake, jolting Dan forward.

"Get the fuck out." You swallowed, refusing to look at your boyfriend.

"So fucking defensive now aren't you?"

"Touch me again and I call the cops, I'm serious."

Dan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me? C'mon babe."

"Get out of my car."

"We're on the side of the-"

"I said, get out." Your voice was stern and pointed, eyes never leaving to look at him.

"Fuck you." Dan swung the car door open and stepped out, slamming it and yelling obscenities at you as you pulled back on the almost desolate road, set on your course for a certain house.

Tears were falling rapidly as you drove, your hands wiping them away while you tried your best not to start sobbing, your eyes would be too blurry to drive then. It wasn't long before you pulled up to the house, Jess' car already in the front. You contemplated how you were going to get in, definitely not wanting to wake up Ape or Phil or even Bam for that matter if he made it home too. You sat in your car looking up at Jess' window, the thought of throwing stones at it crossing your mind for a brief moment before it dawned on you how easy it would be to scale the wall. You had done it a couple times as a teenager but now it seemed like your only option, almost like a cheesy 80s rom com.

You silently shut your car door and went about hoisting yourself up the rungs of a plant fixture April had set up years prior. Your boots weren't exactly the ideal equipment to wear when climbing up a house but your head was too foggy to care. Eventually you got to Jess' window and thankfully it was a crack open, allowing you to push your fingers underneath it and force it open enough to crawl through it quietly.

You looked over to Jess' bed, his bare back facing you as he slept soundly. He must've only gotten back a few minutes before yet when he drank he was always out like a light. You stood still for a moment, assessing the fact you had essentially broken into your best friend's house and was now about to wake him up with a tear-stained face. Your legs worked before your mind did, bringing yourself forward to sit at the edge of the double, hands shoving him lightly.

"Jess, Jess wake up." You whispered, ignoring the fact your voice was already breaking.

Jess stirred awake, running his hand over his face before turning himself towards you in a daze, calling out your name in confusion.

"What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

Your lack of response alarmed Jess as he sat up, turning his lamp on and raising his hand to rest against your arm.

"Did he hurt you?"

You had never heard Jess sound like that before. His voice was laced with all sorts of things, fear, guilt but most of all, anger.

You just shook your head, tears beginning to fall once again. Jess pulled you in to embrace you, your face buried into his neck as you let go, his hand moving up and down your back for comfort.

“What happened?”

You didn’t respond, your tears wetting Jess’ skin. The silence remained for a moment.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it right now.”

You nodded, pulling away and wiping your face.

“Is it okay if I stay here for tonight?” Your voice wavered.

“Of course. Here let me get you something to wear.”

Jess stood up and walked over to his closet, pulling out an old cKy shirt and sweatpants before handing them over to you, standing awkwardly in just his boxers.

“I’ll just-“ He turned his back to you, waiting while you changed.

“How did you get in?”

You bit your lip as you pulled the sweatpants up.

“I uh- I scaled your wall.” You tapped Jess on the back, letting him know he could turn around now.

“You scaled my wall? What like broke in?!” Jess couldn’t help but grin, pulling a laugh from you as he got back into his bed, switching off his lamp.

“I used to do it all the time.” You pulled the sheets back too, settling into Jess and resting your head against his shoulder.

“Yeah you’re not 14 anymore though.”

You smiled, wiping away the last of your tears.

“Sometimes I wish I still was.”

The room was silent again, Jess’ arm pulling you in closer. You thought of being teenagers again, when you had to steal beer and cigarettes from your parents to get drunk in your bedrooms and when passing algebra was the height of your concerns. When did everything get so complicated?

“If he ever hurts you I’ll beat his ass, okay?” Jess whispered, making you smile.

He held you until you fell asleep, and stayed holding you when the sun came up and creeped over your eyes, waking you. You felt content for a moment, feeling Jess' chest rise and fall, his breathing low as his eyes remained closed. You thought you could stay there for eternity, away from your problems and away from Dan. Dan.

"Shit." You pulled the sheets off your body and jumped up, searching around the room for your clothes from the night before.

As you kicked around the laundry on the floor in search, Jess stirred awake, rubbing his eyes and pushing himself to sit up.

"What are you doing it's only 9? You can stay longer can't you?" His voice was low and husky.

"I have to go, he's gonna wonder where I was." You swallowed thickly as you picked up your pants, about to strip off when Jess' voice called out to you with concern.

"Look I don't know what happened last night, but you were really shaken up. Do you think you should see him?"

Your eyes were brought up to Jess', his own filled with worry. You looked at the floor, biting your lip.

"You're right, I'm just gonna go back to mine."

Jess nodded, his shoulders relaxing.

"You can keep the clothes, I don't mind."

You smiled as sweetly as you could, still feeling a lump in your throat but choosing to ignore it as you grabbed whatever you brought and opened Jess' window again.

"Jesus Christ, go out the front door, idiot." Jess fumbled with his sheets, getting out of bed and opening his door.

"Everyone's in work or asleep."

You laughed at his attitude as you headed downstairs.

"They probably saw my car too."

"You think they care if you slept over? You're part of the family already Y/n."

Once you made it to the front door you turned around, smiling at those words. It was true, you had been an honorary Margera long enough.

"That doesn't make us siblings does it?"

Jess laughed, shaking his head.

"Go home."

You smiled as he opened the door for you, walking out and looking back for a moment to see him smiling right back.

Part Two soon...

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americanwh0resstuff · 6 months

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- Close enough to kiss -

Word count: 917

Kinda fluffy/angsty?????

Your first meeting with Blaine at the scratching post, how he turns you…

- Close enough to kiss -

When my new coworker, Jessica invited (basically forced me) to go out with her, I wasn't expecting a place like this, tons of pale men eyeing up scantily dresses women, fancy drinks and some odd looking food.

When I first moved here I heard a lot of rumours about zombies roaming the streets of Seattle, I guessed it was them playing a joke on the newbie, scaring me and pranking me as some type of hazing ritual.

But now looking around in this place, this prank seems more elaborate.

I got ready fairly quickly as I was trying to stall as long as possible, but after the constant harassment and peer pressure, I gave in.

And now I'm stood in this half bar half brothel, looking around for my lost colleagues, how fantastic... I would just leave, but I caught a ride with Jess and I was definitely not in a state to drive right now.

So instead I took up residence at the bar, sitting on a slightly sticky leather barstool, I wasn't sure if it was sticky from sweat or from spilled drinks but at this point I didn't care. My eyes wandered behind the bar, checking out the liquor selection, before I could make a decision it seems like it was made for me, as a tall blond haired man passed me a glass of whiskey from across the bar.

"Johnny Walker. You look like you need a good drink." He leaned forward onto his elbows, raising his matching glass at me, I stared for a minute before clinking mine against his.

He shot me a tight smile before sipping his whiskey, watching me as I drank mine. "What?" I asked, instinctively wiping my lip, guessing he was staring at some spilt drink, or a mark on my face.

"Just impressive, a pretty girl like you, drinking that without even making a face..." he was smug, too smug, but I still laughed at his response, smirking slightly as I spun the liquor in my glass, hypnotised by the amber liquid.

"You gonna tell me your name?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, leaning in closer once again, trying to hear me over the loud music now blasting overhead. "Y/n, and you?"

"Blaine, Blaine DeBeers, so what's a girl like you doing in here?" The way he stood back with his sleeves rolled up just past his elbows, the top few buttons undone, the way the dark blue fabric contrasted against his pale skin. He was absolutely entrancing, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

"Work thing, they've abandoned me though." I laughed slightly at my own words, peering over my shoulder at the crowd of people, dancing, drinking and causing a pretty huge scene on the dance floor.

He laughed heartily and looked down at me as he stood up straight.

“Now who could abandon a pretty little thing like you?” Oh he was smug.

I cocked my brow at him, biting back a slight smile.

“You’re a bit of a flirt huh?”

“Only with girls like you.” He winked and took another swig, emptying his glass and slamming it down.

I was half disgusted and half intrigued, I had a bad habit of picking the wrong guys, or breaking the hearts of the good guys, damaged goods they’d always end up calling me. But I guess a little fun in a new town couldn’t hurt…

I took the bait.

“So you work here? I hope you do cuz I bet the boss wouldn’t appreciate you raising his liquor collection.” I laughed slightly as I leaned back in, he was now leaned back down to eye level.

“Good thing I am the boss, and I don’t mind one bit.”

Okay so sexy, flirty and a business man, nice catch…

“It’s not exactly the best place i own, but hey, making money so I won’t complain.” His hand ghosted over mine as he adjusted my empty glass before pouring me another drink.

“Not the best place, so you own other places?” I asked curiously, this guy must be loaded.

“I own a few things, one being a funeral home, ironic isn’t it.” Oh how funny more zombie jokes.

After a little while of talking he moved from his place behind the bar to the stool next to me, bottle of whiskey between us, our legs barely brushing against each-other as we spoke. Light touches on the arms, hands lingering slightly too long, I was enjoying this.

As the night went on we didn’t stop talking, we flowed easily, and honestly I was finally glad I came.

Sadly though, Jess came over at just the wrong time, Blaine’s hand resting on me knee and leaned in so close I swear if I moved my head our lips with meet.

“Y/n it’s late we should go.” I flinched slightly at hearing her voice, too enthralled in Blaine’s words to even notice her standing behind me.

His hand slipped over mine, his nail just nicking the skin, I gasped loudly as I realised he’d cut through the flesh, who’s nails are that sharp? Jess was walking back towards our group by then.

He quickly hid the cut by caressing my cheek and pulling me in for a kiss, after that, well I don’t know.

I woke up on a black leather couch, Blaine’s suit jacket thrown over me to keep me warm, him sitting on his desk in front of me.

Oh shit…

#blaine debeers #izombie #blaine mcdonough #blaine debeers x reader #fluff #blaine debeers fanfiction #izombie fanfiction

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rappaccini · 5 months

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the ultimate gwenship tierlist made up of all the people and creatures she has kissed, dated, flirted with or had a hint of vibe with is complete at last.

in this essay, i will--

NO GOD NO PLEASE NO: the ships that'll wreck her character

miles warren / the jackal (earth-616): the clone-crazy professor who was obsessed with gwen-616, transferred those feelings to gwen-65 and wanted to put her in a barbarian basement. handled right in the mcguire run, since him being evil was the point, as was how gwen being in 616 only leads to her living in gwen-616's shadow (🧂). he's in this tier because even though his execution was excellent, his motives were reprehensible.

peter parker / spider-man (earth-616): the gwiles of 10 years ago. no matter how kind he is, peter will suck her into his orbit, turn her into his sidekick-girlfriend and always treat her like a replacement goldfish for his gwen. and gwen will always be trailing after him, comparing him to her peter. terrible terrible ship that wrecks all their character development.

miles morales / spider-man (earth-1610): the gwen/peter of today, but the one that stands a strong chance of happening thanks to the sv movies. a boy she has no chemistry and nothing in common with, who she's too old for, who'll take away her independence and girlfriendify her because of his sheer popularity. if the best case scenario for them is gwen giving up her personality, loved ones, world, interests, dreams and her purpose to become a spider-wife and mother to kids she would never want to have, then don't fucking do it. terrible terrible ship that makes miles more shallow and drags gwen kicking and screaming back into the male gaze.

peter parker / the lizard (earth-65): he had an unreciprocated crush on his best friend, turned to villainy out of insecurity and misogyny, and decided to pull a quiet-kid-takes-a-gun-to-prom to punish her for going with another guy instead of him. the point of his character is that this boy wanted to possess gwen so badly that he decided to eat her and everyone she cares about alive when he couldn't have her. it's that in order for spider-gwen to be her own hero, she had to claw peter and the expectations of a relationship with him off of her and beat them to death first. making them a couple fucks up those themes. the only reason it's top of the list is that if gwen had a crush on/relationship with him and moved on, it still works, because he still wouldn't let her go.

shouldn't happen, fun to shoot the shit about: terrible in canon, fun in fanon.

kosei (earth-616): fun chemistry with gwen but forgettable personality, in this tier and not the one above because he was originally going to be working with jackal to hand gwen to him. could've been neat if they ended up dating and we got a betrayal arc.

benji jones (earth-616): sassy aussie classmate-turned-friend who's secretly a rat monster planning to lure gwen to jackal? dope. they didn't need to also be girlfriends, but hey, it could've been fun.

cindy moon / superior silk (earth-65): i simply think that cindy's hateful obsession over the teenage girl she used as a lab rat and thinks stole her destiny is intriguing and a dash of murderdock-style psychosexual obsession would make it spicier.

jesse drew / agent 77 (earth-65): if jesse weren't a family man i'd kill for him and gwen to team up to take cindy moon out. they'd have a gwen-kaine vibe minus the you're-wearing-the-face-of-my-dead-best-friend baggage. nice! oh well!

sue storm / invisible woman (earth-65): no chemistry here whatsoever but the concept of gwen getting a hot power-hungry female villain to make out with is strong.

matt murdock / kingpin (earth-65): top of the list because it's canon that he's attracted to her and the implications are horrifying and fascinating. they should never reciprocate it in canon, but MAN his psychosexual love-hate fascination with gwen is a treat. gwendock is what migwen shippers think they're doing.

harmless but pointless: if you do it, it's fine, if you don't we won't miss it

mateo (earth-65): the guy with the cardboard personality gwen went out with in shadow clones. far as i'm concerned, she hit it and quit it. good for her. i hope he never returns.

betty brant (earth-65): they just do not give me any romantic vibe whatsoever and their friendship is fantastic. we simply don't need it. but if it happened it wouldn't, like, wreck anything.

horny disaster. please do it: they'd be a terrible couple, but a hot situationship with interesting story potential.

kitty pryde / shadowcat (earth-65): unstable older girl with rage issues who's homicidally protective of her father figure and constantly being forced into shitty situations by powerful men? i want gwen to try to fix her. they have nothing in common except similar trauma which will be bad for them but great for the drama. give us a dash of that ultimate spider-man/kitty pryde romance with a toxic queer twist.

kaine / scarlet spider (earth-616): you can't convince me they didn't fuck in that car during clone conspiracy and decided not to tell peter about it. a secret fling with a gruff moody older man who has the face of the incel best friend you killed in self defense, a chip on his shoulder related to being constantly in the shadow of a 616 character you share a face with and a shitload of baggage with your common nemesis, the jackal? sounds like a mess! let's go!

has potential, needs more data: could either move up or down a tier but we need more material before i can pass judgment OR good! but mid!

cindy moon (earth-616): they've never given me that vibe but we could go there. both of them have Forced To Date A Spider-Man Trauma and chemistry with other female characters. could be interesting! (... still on 616 though)

glory grant (earth-65): i'd prefer for them to stay friends but i'd be curious about where this could go. a civilian girlfriend could be a nice change; glory's got a personality that could keep gwen down to earth. plus they could bond over being sick of em jay's shit. it would be very iconic of them to dump her for each other.

anya corazon / arana (earth-616): another obviously-queer-but-the-writers-wont-let-us-say-it dimension-hopping female spider-hero who gwen has good camaraderie with. it could be nothing. it could be fun. let's find out!

felicia hardy / chat noir (earth-65): another vengeful girl who hates murdock, loves music, has belligerent sexual tension with em jay and daddy issues? gwen could fix her or felicia could make her worse, either way sapphic spidercat is long overdue.

johnny storm / human torch (earth-65): sure he commits arson and burned his mom alive but the bitch had it coming and he's clearly not as into the villain thing as sue. let's give the spider-man/human torch friendship a twist by giving gwen a fire himbo to redeem or have a tumultuous trainwreck romance with.

need to get together, need to break up: they shouldn't end up together but they have to be a couple so we can get closure on their tension

em jay watson / carnage (earth-65): the best friend who was the first to catch on that gwen's a superhero, writes song after song dedicated to her, has chemistry off the charts... we've been waiting for this shit for a decade and we just need to do it already. resolve the sexual tension and let them be together for a while. she's strong enough to protect gwen from gwiles. when the danger's over break them up because at the end of the day, em isn't comfortable with gwen's superhero antics, which she can never give up, and she's got a toxic controlling streak that gwen Does Not Need. plus em and glory are simply better.

steve trevor potential: the love interest that'll be compatible with gwen and supportive of her heroing

harry osborn / green goblin (earth-65): they don't have much spice but it's more than made up for by the sweet connection, the angsty history and the fantastic buildup. the friends to almost-couple to enemies to almost-lovers trajectory is insane. there's literally nothing left for them to do but get together. he could be the supportive sidekick boyfriend who follows gwen on her adventures. he's technically the father of her symbiote. he's the troubled rich boy she fixes with her love. just fucking do it already.

holy grail: too good to be canonized

gwen's symbiote (earth-65): her soulmate if we're honest. this blob of alien spider goop, radioactivity, lizard scales, and gwen and harry's dna saved gwen from her nemesis, found harmony with her and is the source of her power. sure they had some growing pains learning to live together, but they make a great team. earth-617 had it right: happily single gwen living with her symbiote is a great outcome for her.

hobie brown / spider-punk (earth-138): spider-gwen should be able to fall in love with spider-man without it ending in tragedy or her loss of autonomy, and he's the only one it'll work with. out-of-universe, editorial will never break her down to build him up because she's a bigger character than him, and in-universe, it'd be too ooc for him to ever want that. beyond that, they already have great chemistry, they're a wonderful team, they're both counterculture musicians with creative friend groups who they're obviously queer with but editorial won't admit it, he turns into a big soft goofball around her and they have fascinating narrative parallels. he's the one but it'll never be canon.

#spider gwen #spider gwen meta #gwen stacy #ghostgoblin #gwenjay #ghostpunk #gwenya #gwendy #and now a ton of made up fucking ship names bc they don't exist anywhere but my brain and i have to file this shit somewhere #glorygwen #ghosttorch #ghostcat #shadowghost #scarletghost #gwendock #spider gwen thoughts

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⁰⁰³ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

"𝓔𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝓔𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊"

(irl, flashbacks)

~A Week Later~

Thursday, September 27th, 2021.

Day 14.

A week had passed by, and Sofia had yet to apologize to Nate, she didn't want to, in her mind she didn't do anything wrong, and she didn't but to her father she did, speaking of her father she felt as if he betrayed her in a way, if you asked someone else it probably wasn't that serious but to her it was very serious, her father chose his fiancé's son instead of his biological daughter. That was low, especially for him.

Taking Nate's side, arguing with her dad because of it, speaking of Nate every time the two of them were around each other they usually started arguing, Mason and Khai had to pull Nate away and Brooke had to pull away Sofia to stop her from strangling him, and this happened at least four times a day.

Sofia usually isn't like this, unless she needs to be and neither is Nate, Nate is usually a sweet and caring guy but something in him sparked when he met Sofia, and not in a good way, more in I hate your guts kind of way. Same goes for Sofia, she's never really acted like this only around her sworn enemy, her ex best friend, it was always, Sofia, Brooke, Khai and Jess. Their other best friend, but not anymore.

Sofia and Jess were best friends since they were four, the two girls lived next to each other their whole lives, they were always competitive with their grades too, Sofia never cared about them until one day Jess tried to brag about her grades and ever since then the two always fought to see who had better grades, in a way they loved each other but deep-down they kind of hated each other but they kept being friends until one day they met Mason, they five of them (Brooke, Khai, Mason, Sofia, and Jess) became best friends and then one day in their senior year Jess became more confident after she had a glow up and decided to try and hit on him, everyone knew that Sofia liked him especially Jess but she made a move anyways, turned out Mason also liked Sofia and a few weeks later they started dating, and while they were dating even after they stopped being friends with Jess, she kept trying to hit on him. Mason obviously rejected her no matter how much or how hard she tried to flirt with him, and it stood like that until they graduated, Jess went off to college and Sofia and her friends all moved to New York.

Sofia hadn't spoke of or too Jess since then and doesn't plan on it.

Sofia is currently in her room with her boyfriend and friends talking about today, it's 9:30 in the morning and their all getting ready for Carlos's and Rebecca's wedding, Soffia is so mad at her dad that she doesn't even want to go but she's going because she wants to see her brothers and her little cousins.

Sofia and them are all getting ready to go, it was crowded in Sofia and Mason's room, but they managed. After the girls kicked out the guys so they could change into their dresses, Brooke into her dress of choice, and Sofia into her bridesmaid dress.

(I was going to go into detail but I'm too lazy, so here's the dress)

Sofia didn't necessarily want to be a bridesmaid, but Rebecca thought it would be a good idea, so Sofia along with her sister Sam and three of Rebecca's best friends would be her bridesmaids. Sam didn't mind being Rebecca's bridesmaids, she knew the blonde-haired women well, not as well as her father, but enough.

Sofia however did not want to be a bridesmaid; she wouldn't have minded if she knew the women more or if she didn't feel as if she was replacing her mother.

After the girls changed into their dresses, they showed their boyfriend and brothers, "So how do we look?" Brooke asked as she spun around in her dress, Sofia shyly walked out of the bathroom and into the room to show her boyfriend and brother, "You look great Sofie," Khai smiled as Sofia awkwardly played with the bracelet on her wrist, "Thanks," she awkwardly muttered, "Uh, hey, what about me? your dear sister," Brooke asked offended on how her brother hadn't complimented her, "Ehh," Khai shrugged walking away to the bathroom to put on his suit as Mason stood in awe, mouth open, eyes widened, "You look beautiful," Mason spoke as he walked over to his girlfriend while the two siblings bickered in the back after Khai finished changing his clothes.

"You think so? I feel like an idiot," Sofia huffed as Mason wrapped his arms around her shoulders, Sofia hates dresses and everyone knows it, Sofia would never be caught wearing a dress and if you ever did catch Sofia wearing a dress it would be the day of her funeral "You look so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, Sofia shyly smiled at her boyfriend who pulled her into a kiss.

Sofia immediately kissed back, missing the feeling of her boyfriend's lips on hers, she felt as if they hadn't kissed in forever, and now that they were always around Sofia's family they didn't really kiss the just cuddled or held hands, I know your probably thinking, do they ever get time together, just the two of them? and the answer is no, not really, Brooke is always doing stuff with Sofia and Mason's always doing stuff with Khai who invites Nate to be nice.

The two stood their kissing for a few seconds until they heard Brooke and Khai's arguing getting louder and more annoying, "Can you guys shut the hell up?" Sofia asked pulling away from her boyfriend annoyingly sighed, the two siblings immediately shut up and went to their own things before they left, Brooke taking pictures in the bathroom and Khai going to talk to Nate.

"Oh, shit, I almost forgot, key word almost," Mason spoke pulling away from their kiss causing Sofia to groan in annoyance, "Happy birthday," Mason whispered from behind, into Sofia's ear sending shivers down her spine as he handed her a small white box, "You remembered?" Sofia quietly asked, "Of course I did!" he said as if it was a stupid question, before asking "Who didn't?"

"Everyone except Brooke and Khai, per usual,"

"And you're okay with that? you're not going to say anything?" Mason asked wrapping an arm around her, feeling bad for his girlfriend, "Why would I? They're the ones who forgot, that's on them, not me," Sofia replied turning to face him with a sad expression before quickly covering it up acting as if she didn't care, somewhat she did but she kind of didn't in a way.

"Plus, I have my amazing boyfriend and amazing...ly annoying friends, what more could I ask for?" Sofia asked rolling her eyes and shrugging her shoulders, before seeing that his tie wasn't tied and started tying it, "Why don't you open your gift?" Sofia looked down at the box, "You know you didn't have to get me anything," she said as she undid the bow tied around the box, "Well I wanted to and now I feel worse knowing that no one remembered your birthday and that your dad is having his wedding on his daughter's birthday,"

"Father of the year," Sofia sarcastically muttered as she looked down at the necklace that Mason bought her, it was gold, her favorite, it said Sofia in cursive, "I love it, it's beautiful, thank you," she said glancing back at her boyfriend who then gently took the necklace from her hands and wrapped it around her neck as she moved her hair out the way, once he clasped the ends together she turned around and gave her boyfriend a tight and long hug.

"Thank you, and thank you for remembering," Sofia said thanking him with a kiss, he immediately kissed back before breathlessly pulling away and muttering a small "Your welcome," with a small smile before kissing her once again, the kiss started off small but then became more passionate, they stood their kissing slowly backing up into a wall as Sofia wrapped her arms around his neck until Brooke came out, "Sofia, I was gonna as-, oh shit, never mind I'll ask later," she spoke causing the couple to pull away and give her a 'seriously' look which made her quickly leave the room, the couple looked back at each other before breaking out in laughter, the couple ended up falling on the bed, they laid there next to each other, "Moment ruined?" Mason wondered once the laughter died down.

"Moment ruined," Sofia confirmed.

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Sofia walked out of her room and into the hallway, bumping into Nathan, "Watch where you're going!" Sofia exclaimed going to walk away but Nathan followed her, "Leave me alone!" Sofia rolled her eyes as she spoke continuing to walk to the kitchen to grab some water, "I'm just going in the kitchen, my kitchen!" Sofia once again rolled her eyes as she grabbed two waters bottles, "So..." Nathan trailed off, "If you're here to start stuff, again, then just go," Sofia huffed.

"Actually, I was going to ask you something,"

"Hurry up then," Sofia nodded for him to continue as she took as sip of her water, "A truce," Sofia looked at him amused before telling him to continue, "Just for one night, me and you put everything behind us so our parents can have a somewhat okay wedding." he offered, "All you have to do is pretend that you don't hate me," he added, "I don't hate you," she replied, "You don't?" Nate asked shocked by what just came out of her mouth.

"What are the rules?" Sofia asked intrigued on what he was thinking and where this idea came from, and ignoring his previous question knowing he'd make a big deal about it, "No arguing, no fighting, no strangling-"

"Blah, blah, boring and boring! I'll do it but once this is over the first thing, I'm going to do is strangle you, got it?" Nate frantically nodded in fear, Sofia smirked at his reaction, she always found it amusing when she threatened him, whether she was serious or not.

As Sofia went to walk away before turning around when Nate spoke, "Oh one more thing," Sofia raised her eyebrows in question to which Nate replied with a smile, "Happy Birthday Sofia," Sofia was taken aback, he remembered her birthday? not remembered, he knew when her birthday was, how did he know that? and why? why did he care? "Thanks," she replied slightly smiling at the boy.

Sofia walked back to her room wondering how he knew that it was her birthday.

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Sofia got out of her boyfriend's car with her friends as they made their way into the venue, she was nervous to meet Rebecca's family but so excited to see her brothers again, she missed them so much and hadn't seen them in a while since they both still live LA and she lives New York. Sofia walked hand in hand with Mason into the venue, both Nate's mother and Sofia's father were already there and now that Sofia and her friends are there, Sofia especially they can start.

Sofia walked to Rebecca's dressing room that she in finishing up her hair, "So are you ready?" Sam asked as curled a strand of Rebecca's hair, "To marry your dad? Of course, I'm so excited," Rebecca smiled leaning her head back on Sam who squeezed her shoulder with a smile as Sofia watched the two of them bond, she wasn't jealous, but she did still slightly feel as if Rebecca was taking over her family and she didn't like it, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She couldn't lie though, Rebecca looked beautiful and she's happy that they found each other she just wished it didn't happen so quickly, Carlos should have at least waited a little longer to find someone else and get married.

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Carlos sat in his dressing room with Andrew, Khai, Mateo, Mason, and Nate, Carlos had picked his sons to stand beside him along with three of his friends, Rebecca had pick three of her best friends and Sam and Sofia, Sofia would walk down Nate, Sam with Mateo and Andrew with one of Rebecca's younger sisters and best friend.

"You ready?" Mateo asked as he helped his dad tie his tie which failed miserably, "Yeah," Carlos slowly nodded, he wasn't going to lie he missed his wife and getting ready like this reminded him the day of their wedding, he was feeling just as nervous then as he is right now, "I'm ready," Carlos said but he was talking to himself more than them.

The guys looked at the man weird as he muttered something under his breath trying to get himself ready, "Let's do this!" Carlos exclaimed, "No, no, no, you can't go out there with your tie looking like that," Andrew said frantically shaking his head, "Do you know how to tie a tie?" Mateo deadpanned, Andrew stayed quiet, "That's what I thought," Mateo smirked to himself, "Yeah and neither do you," Andrew shot back.

"Neither of you know how to tie a tie, I got this," Mason interjected the two before tying all of their ties seeing that none of them were tied. The boys looked at him shocked on how he knew how to tie a tie because the last time they saw him he didn't know how to tie one, "When did you learn to do that?" Andrew asked, "I have no idea," he replied thinking back to earlier.

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Sofia and Nate stood behind the closed doors peeking through them as they waited for everyone else to arrive so they could walk down the aisle. Sofia had yet to see her brothers since she arrived later and she was trying to be as patient as possible, but it wasn't working, she needed to see them, they're the only way she would survive the wedding.

"How did you know today was my birthday?" Sofia abruptly asked as Nate peaked through the doors, "Your dad told my mom not too long ago," he replied with a shrug backing away from the door, "And you just remembered that?" Sofia questioned with raised eyebrows, "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because whether we like it or not our parents are getting married which means we're kind of, technically family and I kind of have to like you and remember things about you," he shrugged, that wasn't the real reason and they both knew it. Nate actually cared about her even if they act like they hate each other, he cares and deep down she does to, she just doesn't want to admit it yet and she never will.

"Aww, you do care about me!" Sofia cheered with a smirk, "I do not," he defended with loud sigh as he sat down on the bench, "Sure you don't..." Sofia sarcastically trailed off sitting next to him, "But if it's any constellation, I kind of! key word! kind of care about you too," Sofia smiled exclaiming some words so she didn't sound like she cared about him too much, Nate smiled at the girl who smiled back before looking away once she saw her dad, boyfriend, and brothers.

All three of them.

Sofia jumped out of her seat and ran to hug her brothers, tackling them in hugs, "I missed you guys so much!" Sofia happily exclaimed as she hugged her older brother Andrew, "I missed you too," after a few moments her youngest brother spoke, "I think I missed you a lot more than Andrew did," Mateo said causing Sofia to let out a small laugh before hugging Mateo.

Sofia could not wait to see her brothers and now that they're here she knew that today would be good.

"You guys ready?" Carlos asked to which the five nodded, "I'll see you out there," Mason told his girlfriend who nodded, he placed a soft kiss to her cheek before making his inside the church with Khai following him, as Mason and Khai walked inside of the church Rebecca's bridesmaids came out, everyone got in their places and then Sofia and Nate walked out with their arms interlocked and Sam and Mateo following behind them along with everyone else.

"This is so weird," Sofia muttered to Nate as she awkwardly smiled at Nate and Rebecca's side of the family, "Not really," he shrugged as he smiled and waved at everyone, "Yeah, to you, your whole family is here and their all staring at us," Sofia muttered back as she glanced around at everyone, "They just really want to meet you," he muttered, unsure of how true that was.

Once they took their places Carlos came out, and then the music started playing, the doors opened and then Rebecca came out, her arm interlocked with her fathers. Once Rebecca and Carlos stood in front of one another they started with their long ass vows and then the I do's.

"Carlos Ramirez, do you take Rebecca Doe to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked, Sofia waited for her dad's answer as she looked at him with a confused expression.

Carlos looked at Sofia as if he was waiting for her approval, Sofia looked at him confused before realizing what had been going through his head, he wanted her to approve before saying anything," so she looked at him and nodded with a soft smile, she wanted him to be happy even if that meant marrying someone else.

"I do," he nodded.

"Rebecca Doe, do you take Carlos Ramirez to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," she breathed out.

"You may now kiss the bride," and with that Carlos and Rebecca pulled each other into a passionate kiss and everyone including Sofia cheered in enjoyment. Once the newly married couple pulled away from each other Sofia spoke, "If you wanna get pictures with us dressed up all nice you better hurry up before I change my clothes," the couple along with their kids immediately started taking some pictures.

Once they finished taking pictures, Sofia and Nate ran back down the aisle together so they could change out of their dressy clothes as people smiled and waved at them, "So what are you gonna do?" Sofia asked, "I'm gonna change out of these clothes, say hi to my cousins, uncles, sisters, and grandparents, and then I'm going to hang out with my friends," he told her before going inside to change into his new clothes, "Wait you have friends?" Sofia teasingly asked, "Yeah I do," Nate replied slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, same, I do not want to meet anyone new right now," Sofia replied as she changed her clothes inside the dressing room. Once the two were done they came out in their new outfits, "You know if you didn't bring your friends and boyfriend to move in with us, I would've thought you didn't have any friend either," he replied sticking his tongue out at her, "Ugh," Sofia groaned also sticking her tongue out, "Looks like this truce is over?" Sofia hoped thinking that now since their arguing they wouldn't have to pretend to all buddy, buddy.

"No, it's over when I say it's over," he replied before walking away and going to hang out with his friends, Sofia looked at squinting her eyes in annoyance as she imagined herself slapping him right now before also walking back to everyone, she probably had to save Khai in a conversation with someone from Rebecca's side of the family.

Sofia was right though, but she actually had to save all of her friend's and herself from conversations. Once she pulled them away, she went to go hang out with her side of her family and hang out with her brothers.

Sofia ended up getting stuck in multiple conversations with Rebecca's side of the family as she played with her younger cousins, with her boyfriend by her side, she couldn't really complain though, Rebecca's family was nice and practically all of them had kids, so she got to play with a lot of kids, babies especially and she loves babies.

Brooke went to go hang out with Nate and his friends, but his friends had left early and didn't really meet anyone they didn't already know, so Brooke hung out with Nate and his cousins while Khai talked to everyone and made them laugh by saying stupid, yet funny things.

And when she got home, she changed out of her clothes and threw on her pajamas, she did her nighttime routine and glanced at her alarm clock, it was 12:30 am and no one except for her friends, boyfriend, and surprisingly Nate remembered her birthday, her own family, "Happy fucking birthday to me," she muttered to herself before knocking out.

Audrina Speaks!

Oh my god guys, this is the last chapter of her short backstory, we can finally move on to the present, how she meets them, what they do, how they fall in love. blah, blah, blah.

Also, I was thinking maybe I could make a book for Chris and Brooke, idk tho, but let me know. But I would make it after I finish this book so you would have to wait a while, but let me know, I might just do it.

I hope you guys liked this chapter, don't forget to comment and vote, but only if you want to, if not that's fine.

I love you all so much<3.

Also, this is unedited... again.

I love you!

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