#my gushes for jesse are short really sorry about that-
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Hi friend! Sorry that your semester has been miserable, I’ve been there and promise you it gets better- one day you’ll be at your commencement ceremony wondering how the heck you made it! 🥹
I had a cute idea for Rex, Wolffe or possibly Echo where they and the reader are in a relationship but not quite officially but they (and everyone else) kind of assume they are a thing. What if reader had a special talent that their clone partner had no idea about. Maybe they are at 79’s and reader can dance really well to the point she gathers a crowd. Or maybe she is an artist and doesn’t like to brag about it, but she invites her squad to opening night of her art gallery exhibition. Something like that! Thought it would be such a cute idea to see the boys gushing over her talents 🙈
Enjoy that wine- I’ll open a bottle in solidarity ✊
thank you!! honestly i'm just counting down the days until graduation next month 😂 this was such a cute idea and i hope you enjoy it!!
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summary: In an attempt to spy on Rex’s date, the 501st crashes an art gallery and falls in love with the pieces.
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A Work of Art
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Echo asked his brothers as they ducked behind a speeder to avoid being noticed. “I don’t think Rex would be too happy if he knew we were following him.”
Fives shrugged. “Maybe not, but you know the Captain would never introduce us to his civvie girlfriend if he could help it.”
“I don’t know if she’s his girlfriend Fives,” Kix cut in as they started to slowly walk down the street, trying to keep their commanding officer from hearing anything while also keeping him in their sights. Thankfully, all of them had the insight to wear their civvie clothes and leave their armor back at the barracks. “He hasn’t said anything about it.”
“From the dopey smile he wears all the time, I think it’s safe to assume there’s something going on between them,” Jesse said. “And I’m dying to know what she looks like.”
“How do you even know there’s a girl involved?” Echo said.
“I overheard him saying something to Cody about his plans for leave,” Fives assured his twin. “I didn’t get the whole conversation, but Rex said he was going to see her tonight.”
The others nodded and Echo looked like he was going to say something in response, but their attention was pulled away by the fact that Rex had taken a turn and was now walking into a building. The four of them exchanged looks and waited a few moments before joining the crowd of people that were also walking inside.
The crowd shuffled through long halls and eventually they were standing in a brightly lit room. Fives and Jesse were immediately distracted by the complimentary drinks and snacks that were making their way around the room on server’s trays, while Echo and Kix started to walk around and look at what was hanging on the walls.
Nearly every wall was lined with art, and every piece was nothing short of breathtaking. They could recognize beautiful landscapes from planets like Felucia, Naboo, and Alderaan, the tall city-scape of the Coruscant skyline, and even portraits of different animals. Some were easily recognizable, like the one of a tooka napping next to a lake, and other were things none of them had ever seen before, like the painting of what looked like a small red lizard-bug that lived among bright plants underwater.
“Wow,” Echo said. “This place is amazing.”
At this point Fives and Jesse had returned to the group, and they nodded in agreement. “I can see why the Captain wanted to take his date here.”
“I’m glad you like them,” a new voice entered the conversation, and all four troopers turned to see you standing there in a simple black dress, a bright smile on your face. “It’s always nice to hear people compliment my art.”
“YOU did all this?” Fives’ eyes were as wide as saucers, and you stifled a laugh at his expression.
“I did,” you said. “This is my gallery, and for tonight only, every piece on display is mine.”
“That’s amazing,” Jesse said, still a little bit in awe.
The bashful smile on your face proved that you were taking their compliments seriously, and right as you were about to say something in response, a familiar voice entered the conversation. “There you are! I was looking everywher-”
Rex’s voice trailed off as he realized that four of the troopers under his command were standing in front of him. “Hi Captain! Funny seeing you here,” Fives said, a knowing smile on his face.
Rex looked like he was desperately trying to hold back a sigh. “What are you all doing here?” he asked tiredly. “Did you follow me?”
“Maybe.”
“He means yes,” Echo said.
“But we didn’t want to bother you, I promise!” Jesse said. “We just wanted to spy on you and your new civvie girlfriend.”
Rex opened his mouth to respond, but stopped as you began to laugh loudly. “So I’m guessing you’re part of the 501st then?”
Fives nodded. “How did you-”
“Wait!” Jesse cut him off. “Are YOU the captain’s girlfriend?”
“We’re not exactly official yet, but I’d like to think so,” you responded.
Jesse turned his attention back to Rex, eyebrows raised. “And why haven’t you officially asked her out yet?”
“I was going to this evening, if you di’kuts hadn’t crashed the event,” Rex retorted playfully.
You just laughed at the exchange, and Echo knew that he had to step in. Gently herding his brothers away from you and the Rex, he apologized for intruding on the evening and walked over to stare at the painting of the red underwater lizard-bug again.
For the rest of the night, every time he snuck little glances back at you and Rex, the two of you had lovestruck looks on your faces. And judging from the time that he looked over to see you kissing, he guessed that Rex had actually worked up the courage to make things official.
- the end -
#2023 spring ficlets 🐝#captain rex#captain rex x reader#captain rex fluff#captain rex x you#rex x reader#clone wars fanfiction#clone trooper x reader#star wars x reader
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My thoughts on episode 10
SPOILERS for season 3, episode 10 of the Animaniacs reboot
So that's great. I took two hours to write this entire review, and then with one press of control + Z, it was completely gone. Great site Tumblr. Really works as intended.
I was in a better mood, but having to rewrite this ENTIRE thing sucks so badly. I try to give my genuine thoughts as I go, and it's impossible to replicate that on the second try. I want to scream. Why can't this week just go right?
So now you're getting a negative opening for what was a super positive review. I seriously want to punch a wall. A website meant for long posts doesn't have an editor designed for them. That's just great.
I can't rewrite that whole thing. Just have a collection of screenshots and some jumbled thoughts.
I'm sorry for Pinky and the Brain fans that their final showing was so short. I didn't like Brain talking about the "endlessly repetitive formulaic rebooted franchise that relies on just a handful of tired characters." You can say it's the writers taking a shot at themselves, but it really isn't. It's not their show. They didn't create the characters. Combined with the ending, it just feels a little disrespectful to the people who put their heart and soul into creating this show in the first place, and to the fans who genuinely love these characters.
Look at them being silly!
I can't gush enough about the song. Such cute animation, such powerful music!
I teared up while listening to it this time. I'll probably do the same on every future watch.
I liked that Wakko was right about everything and had the idea that saved the day. The Warners literally saved the world and they'll still be treated like garbage by everyone around them.
The Joe segment was funny, especially the zoom out at the end. I liked hearing "Waltzing Matilda" in the background.
Dot was so cute wanting to go on the teacups, just being infatuated with the idea of spinning around in a little teacup!
This segment is the epitome of "this is my life now."
Poor Wakko has the worst luck. The SAME CLOWN just happened to be at this carnival? At least we know he got down from Mars.
I thought it was weird to have two cataclysmic endings for the reboot six minutes apart from each other. Although they say this sketch was written for season 1, I find it really hard to believe that this wasn't originally meant to end the season/reboot, especially with Dot's quip at the end. I'm not sure I would want this to be the ending, though. It would have sucked if the Warners were the ones who explicitly ended their universe and killed everyone inside. That would have proven everyone right about their destructive nature all along.
I thought this was a refreshing segment. Slappy sounded and looked great. Like I expected, it was short and there was no Skippy, but I'm happy it exists. I was surprised and happy to see that they got Sherri Stoner to return for work on the reboot.
I liked how Everyday Safety was just a never-ending cascade of total nonsense.
The Council is not pleased.
I thought Wakko's bottle song was catchy. I liked that it actually sounded like Wakko blowing. I wonder if they got Jess to do that for real in the studio?
And the ending. I wrote four paragraphs about it, and it sucks so bad because I thought I made my points quite well. Let me try again.
I understand the metaphor with the abrupt and sudden ending. I know the asteroid is meant to represent Hulu. I just don't think they should have pushed their bitter disappointment with the show ending directly onto us. They should have thought it through a lot better.
If they were going to go doom and gloom, which they shouldn't have, they should've at least given the ending some emotional weight. How am I supposed to feel anything when the characters themselves don't show any reaction to their unexpected, oncoming violent deaths? I'm not saying it should have been super depressing with crying and begging. They just should have given a genuine reaction instead of doing business as usual. The closest set of siblings in the world is about to go out in a fiery blaze, and they're not even touching each other. They're just standing near each other awkwardly. Have them embrace and accept their death with a positive remark about how it was all worth it. That would at least give some closure.
What they should have done, if I could rewrite it from scratch, is give us a satisfying, happy ending. Show the Warners finally earning their freedom from the tower after 90 years. Maybe have them gaze at the sunset together, mirroring how the sun rose at the very beginning of the reboot. Even if they didn't have time to animate new scenery for something like that, anything would have been better for this. This ending just feels empty. It lacks any emotion besides pure shock and it feels like an F you to everyone who cares about the show. The creators might have intended that F you to feel like it was coming from Hulu, but Hulu didn't write this scene. The reboot writers did, and they had the power to leave us with something better. This could be the last Animaniacs we ever see.
I'm at least happy they attempted an ending. The original didn't have one at all. It just sucks that Animaniacs had to end unexpectedly and unsatisfyingly both times it's been suddenly cancelled. The reboot was supposed to fix that.
This was perhaps the most entertaining episode of the season for me. It has one of the greatest Animaniacs songs ever, maybe the best song of the season, I'm still not sure. I still love The Island of Dr. Warneau a lot, so I'm giving this episode a solid second place in my final ranking for the season.
Episode 6
Episode 10
Episode 3
Episode 9
Episode 7
Episode 4
Episode 2
Episode 1
Episode 5
Episode 8
That means that the majority of episodes this season are episodes I would consider really good. The top 4 are all episodes I would consider really great. I'll give my thoughts on the season as a whole in my collective season 3 review, but I'll need a few more days before I start writing that. I need some time to collect myself and reflect.
I'm sorry for how this review turned out. The first version felt a lot more positive, because in this attempt I just wanted to express my more well-developed thoughts, which happened to be criticisms. I liked this episode a lot. I just so desperately wish I hadn't lost that first version. It only adds to the most heavily conflicting mix of emotions I've ever felt in one week. I was feeling good, and now I'm knocked down again. I'm sorry to be the one putting so much negativity into the fandom. I want this to be a positive place for all. If I wasn't able to express my emotions here, though, I wouldn't be able to deal with them at all. So thanks to those that have been listening.
I encourage you to add to the discussion of this episode if you want. If you're from the future, please don't say anything about any of the episodes that come after this ;)
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#animaniacs#animaniacs season 3#animaniacs reboot#animaniacs 2020#animaniacs screenshots#animaniacs analysis#animaniacs spoilers#animaniacs episode 10#cfposts
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👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 (yes i submitted ten-- if you don't want to do ten, you can lessen the number! i got a bit carried away ahaha-)
HOLY SHIT JADYN THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M-
ok firstly, t h i s. w/o context, it looks awkward SO I'LL EXPLAIN IT FOR Y'ALL LOL. this is actually the time when i was able to buy him 🥺🥺💕 !! i rmbr playing SO MANY matches just to get enough clues to buy and HE FINALLY CAME !! this happened at the very first day of August, and is probably one of the best days for me. his doll ingame is so well done, i'm gonna give that to net.ease.
YOOOOOOOOO that frikin sword looks really cool. this is where i got the headcanon of him knowing how to swordfight and it still fits. he's a pirate sailor who lives in the 19th century, what did you expect. and that posture? that glare? y'all better be careful bc you never know what he might do with that SNDJDNDJBFF. the puffy sleeves bro!! the piratecore vibes in this one ugghthjfjjg 😩😩👌 BLESS
*breathes* okay. um. WOW. i don't know what to say. modern jose? dndjdjdbdjdnn. yes we're completely ignoring kevin bc i hate the dude (/hj). BUT SHIIIIIIT AAAAA PUTANGINA. THE SUIT!!!! AND GLASSES!!!! JOSE JUST- TAKE ME SJSKSBDIJBFKGNG I'M ALL YOURS 🤲🤲🤲🤲
pspspsps @sylvieselfships & @gentle-horrors come get y'alls boys. 👀👀👀 anyway JOSE LOOKS GOOD IN BLACK AS WELL. HOW THO??? IDFK BUT HE JUST SLAYS THE LOOK. OMFG WAIT I JUST REALIZED HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS PROSTHETIC ARM HAJABSJDBJD OMG HOW DIDN'T I NOTICE THAT. but i'm so happy to see him smiling here. it fits him!! he should smile more genuinely like that. that chest hair- *dies*
THIS SKIN AWOOOOOGAAAAAAA- i slept on this skin when it was first released bc i seriously didn't like it KSNDJFNFNFN. but the more i looked at it and discovered more fanarts of it, i guess i just accepted that he looks good in any skin he has LOL. why is this bastard licking his finger ffs. STOP THAT YOU'RE MAKING ME FLUSTERED BITCH !!!! 😡😡😡
OKAY I RAN OUT OF APPROPRIATE PHOTOS OF JOSE TO GUSH OVER SO IMMA JUST SLIP JESSE IN HERE. this is?? literally a masterpiece?? I'M GOING AWOOGA LOOKING AT THIS IT'S JUST SO AMAZING. the immaculate vibes !! his posture and his smirk !! THAT'S MY COWBABY Y'ALL AND I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART.
hey this is an aesthetic photo! i love it sm 😭💕 he's just there, chilling with a genuine smile on his face while the sun is shining from behind. THIS ENTIRE PIECE IS SO SOFT I LOVE IT A LOT.
BLUSHING JESSE 🥺🥺💕 !!!! HE IS SO CUTE WAAAAAA I WANNA KISS HIM TO FLUSTER HIM EVEN FURTHER HEHEHEH. i find it adorable how he's using his hat to cover his face like NSJDIFNFN you ain't hiding from me cowboy lemme give you a kiss. 😚😚😚
WHY ARE MY BOYS SO HANDSOME UGHHHHH THIS IS UNFAIR. the tiny heart beside him is what got him because wow that made him even cuter. AND GODDAMN THAT FRIKIN SMIRK. I LOVE HIM SM OMG JSNDIDNFJC.
blackwatch jesse........ you can have me pls just take me YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN BLACK TOO IHHDHHFJFJJF SERIOUSLY. idk the reason [yet] why and how he got the idea of changing his belt to BAMF but issok i still love him.
#┊ mailbox ┊#can you tell that i still love jose more than jesse KSBDJDJDBDJJD#my gushes for jesse are short really sorry about that-#BUT I LOVE THEM BOTH OKAY THEY'RE LITERALLY THE SAME FUCKING PERSON#ty again jadyn you are a blessing#ask games#romantic f/o ; jose ✰#romantic f/o ; jesse ✰
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Hi Lee! 🌟 Congrats, I am so excited for you!! I love everything you write so much, you’re so talented! ❤️
I haven’t been able to to stop thinking about your Wolffe fic, so would I be able to request another with this line?
56) "Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you."
jess!!! thank you so much for this request!!! this was literally so nice thank u so much :) i really hope u enjoy! (sorry it took so long but i really hope u like it!)
#56: "Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you."
warnings: facesitting, biting, marking, hair pulling, i-thought-you-were-dead sex
"I'm mad at you," you whisper against his lips, hands prying at the clasps on his armor. "You should have been home weeks ago."
Wolffe hums and, in a show of strength that has you soaking through your panties, picks you up by the backs of your thighs.
You gasp into his mouth, thighs flexing as you wrap them around his narrow waist. In this position, your cunt has free access to grind against the hard plastoid of his cod piece.
"I know," Wolffe pants, trailing sloppy and open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, nipping at the skin occasionally. "Let me make it up to you?"
His hands squeeze the skin of your bare thigh so hard you know you'll have bruises. The excitement at the knowledge you'll wake up with his fingerprints marked onto your skin burns through your gut.
"You're lucky I even let you touch me," you hiss into his skin, trailing your own bites along his jawline. "I'm angry," you repeat.
You fingers scratch across his scalp, tugging at his hair to guide him to the specific spot on your neck you want him to —
"Oh!"
Wolffe's teeth sink into the meat of your throat, just above where your shoulder joins your neck. His tongue immediately drags across the skin, soothing the sting of his bite.
Your cunt clenches around nothing.
"Wolffe," you cry out, grinding shamelessly against the armor pressed against your aching core.
Wolffe smirks against your skin, scraping his teeth up the length of your neck before he presses his lips against yours once more.
He kisses like he's still at war. Like no one told him he's safe in the confines of your shitty apartment. Wolffe kisses you like he wants to devour you and you would gladly let him if it meant he'd keep holding you like this.
"I love your mouth," you pant into his skin, eyes rolling back as the ridges of his armor catches against your aching mound, "but I think you can find something better to do with it,"
Wolffe shudders underneath you, fingers pressing even harder into your skin. "Yeah?" he breathes out into the space between you, "You want me to use my mouth to make it up to you?"
One of your hands in his hair trails down his face. You rest your thumb against his plump lower lip, pulling it down to get a glimpse at his teeth. "You know that I do," you mumble, eyes transfixed on the way his tongue pokes out to lick against your thumb.
Wolffe closes his lips around your thumb.
Fuck.
Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his hot mouth wrapped around your thumb. He's always been so talented with that mouth of his.
"How's this," Wolffe says as your pull your hand away from his mouth, "come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you,"
Your thighs tighten around his waist. Your mouth goes dry and you're sure your eyes are almost popping out of your head.
"Yeah, you like that idea don't you," Wolffe starts walking you down to your bedroom with the ease of someone whose lived here forever. With each step, the hard plastoid of his cod piece presses firmly into your cunt.
Wolffe drops you onto your bed, kicking the bedroom door shut behind him.
For a moment, all you can do is stare.
Wolffe is here. He's alive. And now you're about to ride his face like a speeder bike.
"Shut up and lay down," you command, shifting onto your knees.
The commander does as ordered, splaying himself across your mattress with his lips quirked up in a smirk. "I think you're wearing too many clothes, pretty girl," he observes, finger trailing up the bare skin of your inner thigh.
"I think you should shut up and get comfortable," you reply, sitting up to shuck off your tank top.
You relish in having Wolffe's undivided attention as you strip off what little clothes you'd been wearing.
Your apartment's air conditioning was shot to hell, so it's been unbearably hot, leaving you to wear as little clothing as possible.
You catch Wolffe's tongue poke out to wet his lips as you peel off your shorts.
"Fuck, sweetheart," Wolffe groans as you sit up, fully naked on the bed, "you've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. Missed it so damn much while I was away,"
You swing your leg over to straddle Wolffe's face, just high enough that he'd have to strain his neck to get a taste. You tangle your hand in his hair when he tries to do exactly that.
"Baby —"
"I want you to beg."
Wolffe blinks up at you, his real eye already hazy with lust. His hands trail up your thighs, up the curve of your ass, but he doesn't try to pull you down. He knows better.
"Beg," you repeat, giving his hair a firm yank.
"Fuck, pretty girl," Wolffe groans, eyes fluttering shut, "you're killing me here. Please, let me taste that pretty cunt of yours. You know how hard it was to be away from you that long? I jerked my cock raw every night just thinking about you,"
It's intoxicating to be above him like this. Half of his face is hidden by your body and you can feel his hot breath brushing against your cunt. Fuck, his words make you drip.
"Just one taste, pretty girl? I'll make you feel so good, I swear. Maker, I dreamed about coming home to you like this —"
You lower your cunt against his face.
Immediately, Wolffe gets to work. He's nothing if not a dutiful soldier.
It's sloppy and wet and everything you've been dreaming about since he first asked you to sit on his face.
Fuck, the way his lips wrap around your clit and suck make you see stars. You nearly crumple atop him as he switches between circling your clit with his tongue and pressing it deep inside your dripping hole.
"Wolffe!" you wail your pleasure, hands tightening in your hair. "Oh, fuck, I missed your mouth so much," you cry out, grinding your hips against his face.
It's filthy and noisy and perfect.
Wolffe lets you use his face for your pleasure. When you look down, all you can see is the upper part of Wolffe's face — pussy drunk eyes glazed over and ruffled hair from your hands. You can feel your release getting closer, and Wolffe must sense it too.
His arms wrap around your hips, anchoring you to his face and his wicked tongue to ensure you can't escape the pleasure he gives you.
With one last vicious suck to your clit, you shatter to pieces above him, drenching his mouth and chin in your release.
Wolffe moans against your cunt, the vibrations making you tremble against him. He drinks up every last drop you have to offer until your hips jerk in overstimulation.
His arms flex and strain to keep you anchored to his face. His lips and tongue stay glued to your cunt, like he still wants to eat you alive despite how he just made you gush over his face.
"Wolffe," you gasp, trying to push yourself off of him.
You get just the barest distance between you before Wolffe starts to pull you back down.
"I said I'd make it up to you, baby," he reminds you, lips still drenched with your release, "and I'm not done making it up to you."
His arms pull you back down onto his mouth.
Wolffe's tongue slithers into your cunt with the most obscene noises.
He's going to eat you alive, and if you're coherent enough by the time he's done, you know you'll thank him and ask for more, please.
#100 follower celebration#tibbietibbs#commander wolffe x reader#i did not proof read this#once i finish typing it is in gods hands not mine#anyways#wolffe let me use ur face as a throne challenge#wolffe x reader
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Benny Weir x Reader
Request: hey i hope ur doing well! would u be able to do a benny x fem!reader where she’s really popular and has a crush on him and isn’t shy about it. benny likes her a lot too but he’s scared that she’ll just end up leaving him for another popular kid. so she makes multiple public declarations as well as takes him on a string of extravagant dates to show him how much she truly likes him.
Warning(s): none. A lot of star wars references. Like. A LOT.
Notes: I am doing fine thank you! Sorry for taking so long with this one. This was cute. I got a little side tracked from the main request and just went all in with the star wars theme, I’m so sorry.
Y/N L/N was one of the most popular girls in school. That was undoubtable. She was a cheerleader, head of the prom committee, former homecoming queen, and her parents were one of the richest people in town.
But the fact that she had the biggest crush on Benny Weir, resident star wars lover, science wiz, and all around huge geek? Unbelievable.
Extremely unbelievable in Benny’s opinion, even if she had grown up in the house across the street from him.
And Y/N wasn’t shy about her crush on him. In fact, she was very unsubtle about it.
She left him hoards of candy in his locker, hung a bouquet of roses for valentine’s day, and stood on a cafeteria table to wish him the grandest of happy birthdays.
“Benny!” She cooed as she walked down the hallway with some of her other friends, who were currently rolling their eyes so far into the back of their heads that the nerd squad thought they might get stuck.
“Oh, no,” Benny said, a blush spreading across his cheeks as she approached him, Ethan, and Rory, leaving her posse behind.
“Benny, I rented out the entire movie theater for a star wars marathon this weekend, if you’re free?” She asked.
Benny could barely concentrate on what she said because of how close she was. He could smell her sugary perfume and see the school fluorescents shining in her pretty (e/c) eyes.
He stumbled over his words for a minute before spitting out, “Can’t! Already got plans with Ethan, can’t back out, been planning it for months, years, a whole decade. Can’t miss it.”
“We have?”
Benny elbowed Ethan in the ribs.
“Oh. Right, those plans. Yeah.”
You frowned, looking disappointed. “Oh. Okay.”
Your smile returned for a minute. “Can we reschedule then? Is tonight good for you?”
“Ah, well, you know what-”
The screech of the school bell interrupted him and he looked relieved.
“Well, look at that, saved by the bell! Sorry, Y/N, gotta get to class.” He took off down the hallway. It was the fastest Ethan had ever seen Benny run.
You turned to Ethan, looking more devastated than ever. “He hates me, doesn’t he?”
“Who? Benny?” he replied. “No. No, he doesn’t hate you.”
“Then why does he keep giving me excuses? The old Benny would straight up turn me down...” You said, crossing your arms and staring at the floor.
Ethan put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, Benny absolutely doesn’t hate you. He’s just...nervous, I guess.”
“Nervous?” You echoed. “About what?”
“Well, you’re really popular and he’s...well, he’s Benny. He’s just afraid that you’re gonna leave him for someone like David Stachowski.”
You pulled a face. ���Hairy Dave? No thanks. He’s dog.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Ethan muttered.
“And you guys know I’m the same Y/N, right? Just because I run with a more popular crowd doesn’t mean I stopped liking nerdy things and stopped thinking about my nerdy friends.”
Ethan laughed. “It’s just a big change from how it used to be. You don’t have braces and a star wars backpack anymore.”
You returned the laugh, remembering how you used to be. “Well, I’ll just have to prove it to him. Will you help me?”
Ethan’s face contorted. “Ah, I don’t know...”
“Come on! Help me, Ethan Skywalker! You’re my only hope!”
Ethan sighed. You got him.
“Fine.”
“Yes!” You wrapped him in a hug. “Now let’s get to class!”
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“Is everything ready?” You asked Ethan over the phone.
“Yeah, good on your end?” He replied.
“Yep. Movie theater is set. All up to you now.”
“On it.” He said before hanging up and shoving the phone in his pocket. He took a deep breath before bursting into Benny’s house and running up the stairs frantically.
“Benny!” Ethan shouted slamming his bedroom door open.
Benny let out a high pitched scream, falling from his desk chair onto the floor.
“They’ve got Y/N!”
“What?!” Benny bolted upright. “Who’s got Y/N?”
“A couple vampires out for revenge. They must have seen us talking at school the other day. They’ve got her trapped at the movie theater-”
“What are we waiting for?” Benny said, bolting out the door passed Ethan. “Let’s go! Grandma I’m taking the car!”
Ethan waved to Benny’s grandmother as he ran passed her, following Benny out the door.
He hoped this worked.
***
Benny parked the car and was about to run into the theater, guns blazing, but Ethan caught his elbow.
“Wait, wait, we can’t just burst in there! Look!” He said, pointing to the sign that read ‘Star Wars Original Trilogy Marathon - Tonight Only!’ People stood in a line out of the theater, dressed to impress in various Star Wars get ups.
Benny cursed. “Of course, the one time we need to get in there quickly they’re having a special screening.”
“We can use the side door,” Ethan said. “And here” - he handed Benny a storm trooper helmet - “we’ve gotta blend in or they’ll see us coming.”
Benny groaned. “They could be sucking her dry right now!”
“They want us, not her. And Y/N is not helpless. And I’ve got Erica and Sarah already in there scoping the place.”
“You called them before me!”
“They’re vampires!”
Benny just grumbled and put the helmet on, crossing his arms.
Ethan rolled his eyes. “Put on the costume and let’s go.”
***
Ethan and Benny snuck through the side door, dressed fully in storm trooper get up.
“This sucks, E. I can’t see a thing in this helmet.”
“What do you want from me, B?” Ethan retorted.
He suddenly let out a gasp and turned to Ethan. “Oh my god, E. This is a New Hope. I’m Han, you’re Luke, and Y/N is Leia. Yes! This is like my perfect dream.”
Ethan groaned. “I wish I could argue with you.”
“Ethan, Benny!”
The two turned to see Sarah and Erica running their way.
“What’re you guys doing here?” Ethan asked.
“What?” Benny turned to Ethan. “You called them, right?”
“Uh-”
“There’s a bunch of vampires here. Some of Jesse’s old friends that want revenge for his death.” Sarah explained.
“They’ve got the whole place on lockdown. They’re planning on locking all the star wars nerds in here and feasting.” Erica said.
“Oh my god, this is exactly like Star Wars!” Benny gushed.
“Yeah, okay, Han Solo, chill.” Ethan said. “But that does give me an idea. Where are they hiding?”
***
Erica scowled as Ethan and Benny led them up the stairs like prisoners. “I never agreed to being Chewbacca.”
“Shh. No choice.” Ethan retorted before pushing open the door to the control room.
There were three vampires sitting in there, they were staring out the small window, watching the movie before turning to the now open door.
“Who are you? And what have you here?” One of them sneered.
“We’re with you. Had to dress up to blend in. Caught these two trying to pull the fire alarm. Thought you might want to deal with them.”
Erica hissed at them and the leader, grabbed her by the chin. “Such a pretty face. Shame we’ll have to kill you.”
Erica kneed him in the crotch, making him groan.
“Look out! They’re loose!” Benny quoted, letting go of Sarah’s arms so that she could assist in beating the crap out of the three of them.
It was a good thing that Star Wars was a rather loud movie or the crowd might have been alarmed by all of the noise.
“All right, you scum,” Benny said, grabbing one that was barely conscious. “Where’s Y/N?”
“Benny-”
“Tell me!”
“Benny!”
“What?” Benny yelled at Ethan.
“They don’t have her. This was supposed to be a surprise for you. We were gonna find her in one of the empty rooms in the theater and then she was gonna take you to an empty theater and you two were gonna watch the marathon together. But now she’s alone in a room with a bunch of vampires around.”
“What?” Benny shouted. “For the love of- You go and get her, we’ll hold them here.”
“You mean we” - Erica gestured between her and Sarah - “will hold them.”
“Yeah, whatever, just go her!”
Benny pulled off the helmet and sighed.
“She really likes you, you know.” Sarah said.
“Come on,” Benny said with a bitter laugh. “Maybe right now, but once she gets me she’ll be off to the next guy in a week. That’s how they all are.”
“Not Y/N.” Erica replied. “She doesn’t get around. Never has. Her last boyfriend was a dick so if she’s pursuing you, she must really like you.”
Benny sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m just scared. We kinda run in two different circles now, you know?”
“And you can’t overlap? According to what? The rules of high school? The world isn’t so black and white, Benny.” Sarah encouraged.
****
Ethan rushed down the hallway, looking on the door numbers for 2187 (a number you had modified for the surprise).
“Yes!” Ethan said, reaching the door. He quickly pulled it open to find you laying there on a table, decked out in an impressive Princess Leia costume. It looked like you’d fallen asleep.
“Y/N!” He called and you sat up.
“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?” You said cheekily. “Where’s Benny?”
Ethan rolled his eyes, pulling off his helmet. “No time!”
“Come on, say the line!”
“What? No, you don’t understand-”
“Ethan! Say the line!” You whined.
He sighed. “I’m Ethan Skywalker, I’m here to rescue you.”
You grinned broadly. “Thank you.”
“But seriously, I’m rescuing you. There are vampires here, and we need to get back to Benny, Sarah, and Erica.
“What?” You shouted, processing the information.
“Sarah and Erica are vampires. Good ones. But there are evil ones here that are planning on sucking the souls out of everyone in the theater and we’ve got to get them and you out of here.”
“What? Where’s Benny?”
“Come on!” Ethan encouraged and, just like the movie, you ran out first despite not knowing where you were going.
***
You met back up with Benny, Sarah, and Erica in the hallway, as they were backed against the wall with more vampires on the way.
“Where are they all coming from?” Sarah said, spraying a holy water gun and knocking one down.
“I don’t know but I know for sure we can’t get out that way.” Benny said.
“Looks like you cut off our only escape route. All the doors are that way!” You replied.
“Oh, I’m sorry, perhaps you'd like it back in your cell, Princess Leia!” Benny bit back at you sarcastically.
“Ethan, are the sprinklers still lined with holy water?”
“I don’t know. I never did anything to take it out.”
“Let’s give it a try!” Erica said, pulling out her lighter and holding it up to the sprinkler above her head, covering herself with her leather jacket and Sarah holding up an umbrella she had been using as a weapon.
The water almost immediately started spraying out, setting off the fire alarm and soaking the vampires attacking you, burning and hissing all the way down.
“What is your problem?” You hissed at Benny.
“Well, we wouldn’t be cornered if you hadn’t lured me here! And by using Ethan! I feel betrayed!”
“Oh, I’m sorry for trying to prove to you that I like you!”
“Ha! If you really liked me you wouldn’t have become so popular! Leaving your real friends to rot in geek town!”
“That wasn’t my fault! I did what I liked! You guys are the ones who thought I needed to change just because I did similar activities to the other rich kids!”
“Guys!” Ethan interrupted. “Not the time! We need a way out. Now.”
“Oh for the love of-” You rolled your eyes and opened up the trash cute. “Everybody in!”
“Ew. Do we have to go full star wars?” Sarah asked.
“Would you rather chance the holy water river?” You replied, pointing to the floor that was slowly filling up with more water.
“Good point. Let’s go!”
Sarah entered first, followed by Erica, then Ethan, then you, then Benny.
You all were spit out into the dumpster that was full of candy wrappers, old popcorn, and soda cups.
Erica toppled into Sarah and Ethan rammed into her. You managed to avoid their collision only to have Benny slam into you from behind.
You all groaned at the impact and rolled around for a minute, picking popcorn and sticky candy out of your hair and clothes.
“Oh, I’m gonna need a shower.” Ethan groaned.
“After this I think you all deserve a spa.” You said. “I’ll buy.”
“You better.”
“Well, that was not how I foresaw this night going,” You said, standing up with the others and pulling a candy wrapper out of your hair.
Benny stood up, picking garbage off his clothes, and let out a chuckle. “What? Did you think that I was gonna give in just because of your big gesture?”
You turned on him with fiery eyes. “Would you just get it through your thick skull? I like you, okay? I’m not gonna break up with you in a week, I’m not gonna cheat on you, I’m not gonna try to convert you to a jock. Benny I’ve liked you since third grade! I just got enough confidence to tell you and you keep avoiding me every chance you get! If you don’t like me would you just tell me? It would save me a lot of time and money!”
“Not that that would be a problem for you, rich girl!”
“Well, I’m sorry my parents are wealthy! I’m sorry you live with your grandmother and not in a mansion! We’re different but quit painting me as the villain in your pathetic hero story!”
You both were fuming at each other. Erica, Sarah, and Ethan were standing with wide eyes watching this go down.
“Well, maybe if you had just stuck with your real friends we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
“I did! You guys are the ones who treated me like I’d been converted to a cult!”
“Not much different!”
“What is your problem with popular people? You have some sort of nerd code that says you can’t get along with them? Weren’t you the one who was friends with David Stachowski?”
“That’s a different story! He chose us!”
“So did I!”
“No. You didn’t choose us, you chose to have sleepovers with the cheerleaders and go to country club parties and be homecoming queen!”
“I can have more than one group of friends, you know? But do you know who I had hoped would be there for me when I needed it? You guys. Ethan was. You’re the one who keeps running away from me!”
“Well, I’m sorry I think I’m not good enough for you!”
“You’ve always been good enough for me!”
“Well, then I guess I’m saying yes!”
“To what?”
“Everything. All of it. Every date you’ve asked me on, every invitation to a dance, every declaration of love. Yes. I love you. Yes.”
Tears were in your eyes now and you threw yourself into his arms, burying your face into his neck.
Benny hugged you back, as tightly as he could without hurting you.
“You smell like garbage,” you whispered.
He laughed. “So do you.”
Suddenly there was clapping from behind you.
You turned to see Erica slow-clapping. “Well, as much fun and as that rom-com moment was. Can we get out of the dumpster now?”
And you did.
It was safe to say your Leia dress was probably ruined, but you would probably keep it anyway.
Benny held your hand all the way to the car.
You hoped this was the start of something wonderful.
#benny weir x reader#benny weir imagine#my babysitter's a vampire#my babysitter's a vampire imagine#my babysitter's a vampire x reader
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Every Story Is Us (CH 5)
(AN: I was convinced by Jess to post this here. IDK why Jess but you work in mysterious ways. To read this in AO3 and my other drabbles, visit here.)
“What you seek is seeking you.”
~Rumi
Penelope choked on her the tiny sip of wine she took. She started coughing but her date carried on like nothing was amiss.
“Yeah, you remind me so much of her. You should meet Mother. I just know she will love you,” he gushed further. He gave her an expectant grin.
She gaped at him in astonishment. They literally just sat down not fifteen minutes ago, yet he was already talking about her meeting his mother on their first date. She knew it was a bad idea to trust Eloise and Fran’s idea. Tinder dates were really not her style. And, based on her first date, she felt vindicated.
She was about to set the record straight when the server came to their table and took their order. She opened her mouth to speak but her date was a lot faster.
“She’ll have the Steak Diane. You don’t mind me ordering for you, right?” he asked as he turned to her.
Penelope was too dumbfounded to respond. He was hitting all her red flags and he was completely oblivious to her irritation, which was awfully apparent since the server’s professional smile turned into a wince. She only raised her glass of wine to the server, who understood immediately her need for more booze. If the server were considerate, she would bring an entire bottle for her.
“Oh and separate bill,” he added before explaining to her with a hint of condescension, “I like to go Dutch on the first date. You don’t mind, do you? Of course you don’t!”
Honestly, she didn’t mind at all. If anything, she would have insisted on it. She felt that he was the type to lord it over after dinner, expecting for something in return. But the way he went on another tangent about his mother, she just knew she was not going to last the appetizer course.
She cursed Eloise and Fran heavily in her head. They insisted she try out the app and look where it got her. She should have followed Daphne’s instructions, to never get caught up in her younger sisters’ shenanigans. As she listened to her date drone on and on, one thing became clear in her mind. She needed new friends.
Nay, better friends.
She just moved from Ireland to London for work. And she met Eloise, a fellow teacher, not too long ago and they clicked immediately. Soon, she was invited to all their brunches and dinners. She fell in love with her family instantly, all eight of them. Although, there was a Bridgerton brother she has not met yet. Seemingly, that Bridgerton was off traveling the world and was on a lengthy tour this time around. And, if he was anything like his siblings, she knew she would come to love him too. But, right now, that love she felt for all things Bridgerton started to wane. She said she didn’t want a date but no, Eloise and Fran had to drag her kicking and screaming into one.
She was pulled out of her reverie when her date grasped her hand. He gently caressed her with his clammy hand and she nearly shivered from disgust because why was his hand so wet?
“I just knew as soon as I saw your picture you’d be the one. Even mother said you’d be a good wife with your wide-set hips,” he beamed at her.
“Oh my god,” she gasped out loud. She tugged her hand back and excused herself to the restroom. She needed to get out of this date. Never in her life had she felt so uncomfortable. She frantically dialed Eloise to come save her but there was no reception at all. Her annoyance reached an all-time high. Was there a fucking signal blocker installed in this facility? She lingered outside the restroom, hidden by the stately plants decorating the restaurant, and repeatedly scrolled through her phone for a miracle. She was close to screaming in frustration.
It was then she felt a finger lightly poke her back. She swiveled around and saw the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He was exactly her type: tall, dark and handsome. He was incredibly fit, and wearing clothes that highlighted his muscular body. He had on a sympathetic smile and lips that were begging to be kissed. Well, hello there. Maybe his attractiveness short-circuited her brain because she just stood there gaping at him like an idiot.
“Sorry,” he modestly started, “I couldn’t help but notice. Are you alright?”
Penelope nodded, heat spreading on her cheeks. She must have looked like a mad woman, pacing to and fro in front of the restroom. She smiled weakly at him.
“Are you sure?” He glanced in the direction of her date and she grimaced. Her date was openly picking his nose in public at the moment. Penelope had to close her eyes in an effort not to shudder in repugnance. “Anne told me you might need saving.”
She perked up at the name of her server. She might have found her salvation after all. “I…actually, I might,” she bashfully admitted. “I need rescuing from my date. It’s a Tinder date.” She felt the need to explain why. Obviously, this handsome man in front of her probably think she was crazy for going on this date in the first place. And, just in case he might be interested, she wanted to make herself appear saner.
“No worries. I’m your guy,” he reassured her. When he grinned at her, she swore it went straight between her legs. The pull of her attraction to him was insanely intense. She had never felt anything like this before with other men.
“Colin, by the way,” he held out his hand, which she met coyly. “Penelope.”
She marveled at how long his fingers were compared to hers, how rough his skin was against hers and how dry his hands was compared to her date. Her mind started to wander to more wanton thoughts as he shook her hand. His fingers should be illegal, she mused. When he let go, she already mourned the loss of contact.
“Alright, Penelope. I’ll be your knight in shining armor tonight,” he stated excitedly.
Ugh, and he’s charming too? How the hell was he real?
He urged her back to her date without a game plan, only a wink. She got too pre-occupied with said wink to even ask about how he planned on rescuing her. She reluctantly sat down across her date again.
“You sure took your time there,” her date stated said evenly. “I hate waiting. Be more prudent next time.”
She almost threw the basket of breadsticks to his face. Colin better come right away or else, she will stab the man in front of her in the eye with a breadstick. Before she could openly berate him, Colin marched to their table purposefully. He stopped with a loud dramatic gasp.
“Penelope, how could you?” he bellowed scandalously. “After ten years of marriage, this is what you’re doing?”
“What the fuck…” she mumbled in shock at his theatrical display. Her date appeared to be equally confused at the scene in front of them.
“And you left Colin Jr at home by himself to meet up with this man?” Colin continued his melodrama without pausing. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“Wait, you have a kid?” her date’s furious question jerked her from her bewilderment.
“I-“
“I thought you were a virgin!” he cut her off, for the nth time this night.
“That’s where you draw the line? Me not being a virgin?” her incredulous voice was shrill in affront.
Even Colin stopped with his dramatics with a revolted, “Dude.”
Thankfully, this was the moment her date decided to storm out. “Mother was right, after all. Never trust anyone from the internet,” he spat at her before he left.
Penelope hissed back, “It goes both ways!” She clutched her wine glass and chugged the contents in one go.
Colin took her date’s seat and stared at her, eyes twinkling in amusement.
She glared at him. “And you, Colin Jr really?” she asked with a huff.
“I got carried away. You should have seen your face!” He laughed out loud. But she had a sneaking suspicion that he planned it all from the start. She supposed, once that her outrage had passed, it was hilarious. She started giggling with him.
He was about to stand when the food came out, along with a bottle of wine. Penelope stopped him from leaving. “It’s a shame to waste all these food I’d end up paying for. And really want to thank you for saving me from that horrible date.”
He appeared hesitate so she added further, “After ten years of marriage, this is the least I could do.”
He laughed out loud again. It definitely was her libido acting up because she felt herself swoon slightly to his baritone laughter. She found herself wondering if he had a Tinder account. He gestured for her to pick which plate was hers. She gratefully took her previous date’s salmon dish and pushed the steak towards him. They ate, happily chatting about everything under the sun. He regaled her with stories of his vast travels, one story similarly exciting as the next. She offered her childhood tales from her Irish motherland. He started talking about his work, and how he just came back from Morocco after missing his boisterous family. And she started opening up about her insecurity of being in an unfamiliar country all by herself. He held her hand in consolation as she admitted succumbing to homesickness sometimes. He comforted her by recounting comical anecdotes from his travels.
If she was awestruck by his good-looks, she was even more enamored by his wit and sense of humor. He made her laugh so hard but he also made her think. There was nothing sexier than a sharp intellect. He was becoming more dangerous to her as more times passed.
They stayed together until it was closing time. And she barely noticed the passage of time. It wasn’t until Anne cleared her throat in front of them that they noted that they were the only patrons in the restaurant left. She awkwardly asked for the cheque but Colin stopped her.
“This one’s on me, Anne.”
Their server nodded and bid them a good night before leaving.
“What? Wait, Anne!” She tried stopping her but her pleas fell on deaf ears. “I was supposed to treat you,” she grumbled lightly to Colin.
He shrugged. “How can I ask the mother of my child, Colin Jr, to pay for our date?”
She paused, blushing profusely. “Even if she dared to date someone else tonight?” she teased playfully.
He leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Even when she tried to date someone else tonight. And might I add, she looks absolutely lovely tonight.”
Smooth like fucking butter. Her face must be red as a tomato right now, she reckoned. “Well, Colin Jr’s dad is not bad looking either.”
He beamed at her. She wanted to look away because he was too beautiful, it’s just not right. But he gently grasped her hand and asked softly, “Can I have your number? I really liked our time together and I really like you.”
“I like you too,” she replied, breathless.
He started leaning towards her, eyes locked on her lips. She did the same, magnetically slanting her body closer to his. Just when they were a fraction of an inch away, the kitchen door busted open with Anne bustling out.
“Boss, do you want-oops! My bad!” She retreated as fast as she came.
Damn it, Anne! Her scowl must have been a sight since he started chortling. He kissed the back of her hand reverently after to assuage her.
“Wait, she said boss?”
It was his turn to be sheepish. “I own this place.”
She blinked. That explained his intervention. “I clearly chose the wrong place to cheat on Colin Jr’s father.”
“I don’t know. I thought you were at the perfect place and time. I think I’m plenty lucky tonight,” he said sincerely.
She didn’t think she should voice out that if he kept on being sweet like that, he will get even luckier tonight. She only replied, “I’m glad.”
She exchanged numbers with him eagerly before bidding him a good night. But before she could step out from the restaurant, he gathered her in his arms and crashed his lips against hers. And it was magic and satisfaction and bliss and release all rolled into one. She clung to him, desperate against the tide of overwhelming emotions. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she was completely swept away. It felt as if she would come undone with just a flick of his tongue. When they broke apart, they were gasping for air and sporting giddy grins.
“Good night, Colin,” she called out sweetly.
“Good night, Penelope.”
She didn’t sleep at all that night. The butterflies in her stomach were too flighty. And her excitement could not be abated, even as she knew she was attending a Bridgerton brunch the next day. She was groggy when she came in but a smile could not seem to leave her face.
Eloise pulled her aside to interrogate her about her Tinder date last night but the flurry of excitement filled the room. Everyone was enthusiastic for some reason. “The long lost Bridgerton is finally coming home. The prodigal son has returned,” Eloise said wryly. But Penelope detected her friend’s delight beneath all the sarcasm.
“Oh, that’s good,” she could not help but mirror her friend’s pleasant demeanor. She was already riding the high from last night. Another cause for celebration was just the cherry on top.
“Yeah, apparently he came back yesterday from Morocco in secret so he could surprise us. But Hyacinth still can’t keep her trap shut, ruining the surprise.”
“Morocco?”
It was then that she heard a familiar voice bellow out his greetings. She whipped her head fast and her eyes met his across the room. It was cliché but she would swear to anyone who would listen that at that moment, time slowed down. When their eyes met, it felt like nothing else mattered. And her heart leapt in anticipation as he crossed the sea of people to meet her.
“Penelope?”
“Colin.”
“You two know each other?” Eloise asked, awed.
She smiled brightly, eyes locked onto Colin. “Of course! We’ve been married, what…ten years now?”
He snickered harder upon seeing everyone’s bewildered faces. “Colin Jr missed you last night.”
Eloise interrupted again, “Is he talking about his dick?”
Penelope chose to ignore her friend now that Colin intertwined his hand with hers. “Did he now? I should go visit him some time.”
“I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic with your visit.”
“So how does tonight sound?” she asked, playful in her inquiry but nervous with his answer.
He kissed the back of her hand sweetly. “Perfect. I know a place. They serve the best Steak Diane.”
She laughed.
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Treble at a Party- a Bechloe one-shot
So, I was drunk last night and wrote this fanfiction. When I woke up it wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever written, but it’s fluffy and kind of cute so I decided to post it. Not a lot of plot, mostly just funny drunk Beca and Chloe dealing with her, which I think is cute. God, who on earth besides me gets drunk and writes a Pitch Perfect fanfiction? Anyway, I swear a lot and I’m going to be coming out with a better one within the next few days, but enjoy this short fluff!
“Where in the world is my fucking beautiful girlfriend?!” Beca cried out, wondering aimlessly through the Treble party. “I am horny and young, it is time!”
“Beca?” Jesse said, hearing the Bella through the bar. “You drunk?”
“I’m happy!” Beca smiled and took another gulp of her beer. “It’s been a good night but now I want my girlfriend!”
“Yeah, I imagine she’s probably looking for you.” Jesse said, choking down a laugh. “How about we go find her, huh? I’ll be your guide.”
“You are the best!” Beca gushed. “I’m so sorry I don’t like penis!”
“It’s a blow, I’m not gonna lie.” Jesse laughed, despite himself.
“That. Is what she said.” Beca grinned, taking another gulp and then stumbling toward Jesse.
“Woah there, short stuff.” Jesse said, grabbing a hold of the brunette. “How about I help you here, huh?”
“Again, so sweet!” Beca insisted. “Can I get another beer?”
“Let’s find Chloe first.” Jesse suggested. Beca nodded and together she and Jesse started roaming the party looking for Chloe.
“Did you try calling her?” He asked. Beca’s eyes widened.
“Oh. My God. You are so smart!” Beca gasped and pulled out her cell phone. She quickly selected Chloe from her favorites. “Baby! I’m with Jesse, he’s trying to help me find you but I’m pretty sure he’s not trying to sleep with me! Where are you?” Beca listened for a moment. “Yes, I’m still at the party! We are by the bar area thing. Could you come find us?” Beca listened. “Yay! I love you!” Beca hung up. “She’s on her way.”
“Okay.” Jesse chuckled and moments later a very stressed out looking Chloe appeared.
“Honey!” Beca yelled and gave Chloe a hug. Chloe turned towards Jesse.
“Do you know how she got like this?” Chloe demanded.
“No, no! It wasn’t Jesse.” Beca insisted. “I was doing like one shot just for fun and then people started chanting for me to do more and stuff and, like, crowd encouragement is powerful. Anyway, I did several and had some beers and here we are!”
Chloe shook her head. “I can’t leave you alone, can I?”
“I guess not!” Beca smiled and kissed Chloe’s forehead. “Peer pressure is fun.”
“I bet it is, honey.” Chloe laughed, rolling her eyes. “Let’s get you home and in bed, okay?”
“No!” Beca pouted. “I want to party!”
“If you come home now, we can go to bed and cuddle.” Chloe proposed.
Beca stared at the ground. “That does sound nice…”
“Plus, the party is ending soon.” Jesse lied. Chloe shot him a grateful look.
“Really?” Beca asked, looking from Jesse to Chloe.
“Oh yeah, just about to end. That’s why I’ve been trying to find you.” Chloe nodded.
“Then yes, I will leave and spoon my girlfriend.” Beca said, giving Chloe another kiss. “Let’s go!”
“Thanks for helping her find me.” Chloe said to Jesse.
“Of course!” Jesse nodded as the couple walked away.
“Okay, baby. Drink this water, it will help you in the morning.” Chloe insisted after bargaining to get the younger girl into her pajamas.
“I want a beer.” Beca whined.
“Honey, we are going to bed.” Chloe insisted.
“It’s early!”
“It’s 2am.” Chloe reminded her.
“You need a beer too. You need to get on my level.”
Chloe decided to try a different tactic and pushed her lips against the younger girl. The couple started kissing and Chloe quickly slipped her tongue into Beca’s mouth. Beca immediately put her hands on Chloe’s breasts but Chloe stopped her.
“No, honey, we can’t do that.” Chloe told her. “You’re too drunk.”
“Not fair!” Beca whined.
“But, if you go to bed…” Chloe smiled. “You’ll wake up and be sober and we can do stuff.”
“Okay!” Beca agreed and jumped into bed. “Let’s spoon.”
“Drink the water first.” Chloe insisted, handing a cup of water to the brunette. Beca took it and gulped it down quickly. She then cuddled up into a ball in bed. Chloe laughed, checked to make sure her alarms were set, then climbed into bed. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. “Good night, Beca!”
“Good night, sexy!”
Beca groaned upon waking up, immediately feeling her pounding head. She then noticed that it felt like something had spilled in Chloe’s bed.
“Chloe.” She mumbled, tapping the red head. “Chloe, did I spill something while I was drunk?”
“I don’t think so.” Chloe muttered before realizing that the bed was soaked. “Oh shit!” She gasped.
“What the fuck? Beca muttered, feeling around the bed. She looked around to see if there was a spilled glass or some sort of evidence of a spill before a horrifying thought came into her head. “Oh God.”
The same idea seemed to click in Chloe’s head. “Beca…did you…”
“No, no that’s not possible.” Beca insisted before discreetly feeling her crotch under the covers. To her horror, her crotch was soaking wet. “Fuck. It might be possible.”
“Beca, it’s okay…” Chloe started.
“This is not happening, this is not happening!” Beca stood up, only to immediately regret it because it exposed the wet stain right on he crotch. “Holy fuck!”
“Bec, Bec.” Chloe cooed and motioned for Beca to sit back down on the bed. Beca reluctantly sat back down and Chloe wrapped her in a hug.
“It’s okay.” Chloe insisted. “Look, you go get cleaned up, okay? Get everything taken care of, and I’ll take care of the sheets…”
“I don’t want you to clean my piss off sheets.” Beca protested.
“Don’t worry about that” Chloe said, kissing her girlfriend on the forehead. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve touched other stuff that exited your body, I can touch this.” Chloe teased. Beca gave her a sheepish look.
“How’d you turn bed wetting into something almost sexy?” Beca asked.
“I’m just talented, I guess.” Chloe laughed and then started gathering up the sheets. “It’s really okay, honey, it was an accident and you were super drunk last night.”
“That’s a good point.” Beca sighed. “Doesn’t change the fact that I pissed myself at 22 in my hot girlfriend’s bed.”
Chloe gave her a quick kiss. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything around me ever, okay?”
“Okay.” Beca smiled and started to go to change before Chloe grabbed her and kissed her.
“After you change.” Chloe grinned. “I did make a promise to you last night.”
“I don’t remember that, but if it’s something sexy, I’m down.” Beca smiled, starting to kiss her neck. Chloe stopped her.
“Honey, I love you but you smell like piss. Go change and then we can have some fun.” Chloe laughed.
“Fair, fair.” Beca winked and then started to the bathroom. Chloe gathered the sheets and started to the laundry room downstairs.
“Oh! Washing sheets at 8am?” Fat Amy asked before she walked into the laundry room.
“Um…” Chloe mumbled.
“Is it for sexy reasons or did shortstack get drunk and piss like a racehorse again?” Fat Amy asked.
“Wait, has she done this before?”
Amy clicked her tongue. “You have some fun in store with this one, Red. Trust me, as a roommate, I know things.” She winked and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Chloe who was trying very hard not to laugh.
God, she loved that crazy DJ.
Hope this was okay and didn’t ruin my reputation as a fanfic writer! Again, I have one with a much better plot coming out soon, but it’s always nice to have a little pointless fluff. Also, I wasn’t really sure how to end it, but I did my best…
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pairing: mark x reader, best friend! haechan x reader, gender neutral
genre: college! au, angst, based on the song ‘drivers license’ by olivia rodrigo
warnings: language, heartbreak, allusions to a broken past, mention of parental issues, college party with alcohol
word count: 5021
song recs: drivers license - olivia rodrigo, heather - conan gray, happier - ed sheeran, a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be - jess benko, someone you loved - lewis capaldi
I got my driver's license last week
Just like we always talked about
'Cause you were so excited for me
To finally drive up to your house
But today I drove through the suburbs
Crying 'cause you weren't around
The apartment door shut behind you with a soft click as you return after a long day of classes. Feeling around the wall in the dark, you switch on the overhead light, the murmur of electricity giving its greetings.
Your living space is underwhelming: you’ve allowed yourself minimal furniture to save on funds and what little you do have is unfortunately not tidied well.
Unopened mail scatters across your plaster countertop. One in particular seems out of place amongst the dull grays and whites of the others, the bright smile of a supposed student greeting you with a cartoonish “congrats! you passed your driving test!”.
It all seems pointless now.
Your body aches as you set down your backpack and strip off your outer layers. It’s mid-spring in Seoul, so daily downpours of rain is a given.
Tossing your raincoat carelessly over a nearby chair, you don’t mind as the raindrops patter onto the wood panel floor as you make your way to the living room couch. The worn out leather used to be comfortable, but now it scratches at your skin with the memories you had attached to it.
You remember when he used to be here with you. You’d laughed together, cried together, talked together until the moon went to rest and the sun took its place in the sky. Everything was brighter then when he loved you.
Mark had chased after you first. He’d taken to you almost immediately after you’d met; he was walking downtown with his friends and when he wasn’t careful where he was going, backing into you and causing you to spill your tea all over yourself. He was flustered, running into the nearby café to get you napkins to clean yourself off. You said it was okay, but he insisted he give you his number so he could pay to get your shirt cleaned or buy you a new one.
Pulling a blanket throw over your legs, you switch on the tv to drown out the quiet. Your eyes fix on the old soap opera, but you aren’t really paying attention. The roaring laugh track falls dead to your ears as you pull the blanket closer over yourself. The space next to you feels so empty.
Mark was never subtle about liking you. After that first time you met, he made it his mission to make you his. You weren’t sure about it because he was part of the popular crowd and you weren’t one to date around. Not to mention, being pursued so earnestly was a new experience for you, one that seemed too good to be true. The first time he asked you out, you rejected him. You thought he would give up then, realize you were nothing special and you would go back to your sheltered life. That was what you grew to expect from others.
But unhindered, he persisted. Much to your astonishment, he snaked his way into your everyday life, chipping away at your walls piece by piece. When it rained, he had an umbrella waiting. When you cried, he had the tissues ready. Piece by piece, you let him see inside. You could never forget the moment when he finally succeeded and your resolve came crumbling down.
He was sitting right there, on the cushion not one arm’s length away from where you sit now. Mark was never shy about telling you that you were beautiful, that you were special, but this time he prepared a special weapon to win you over.
Mark sat there strumming his acoustic guitar, the one his big brother gave him for christmas, as he so excitedly boasted to you.
“This is a song I wrote about you,” he said, peering into your eyes. His voice was soft and he seemed shy for the first time. Fingers dancing on the strings, he was genuine and vulnerable in front of you. “Forever,” he sang and ‘forever’ you believed.
So you let yourself love him back.
You kissed him first, to his surprise. You mustered all the courage you had and you leaned over his instrument to cup his warm cheek, pressing your lips quickly to the corner of his mouth. Maybe it was short and you had missed a little, but your heart raced with anticipation. “How would he react?” you had worried to yourself afterwards. You had your doubts, that is, until he kissed you back.
Mark’s hands were laced through your hair as he brought you in again, this time deeper than the first. Moving his guitar onto the floor beside you, he pulled you into his lap and you kissed him back with all the love you had. It felt so natural, moving your lips against his and feeling his breath fan across your wet skin as he kissed a line down your neck.
You could still feel it, only now it burns.
He asked you to be his and you breathed a “yes” back. He kissed away your insecurities, insisting they made you all the more special. Piece by piece, then all at once, you gave yourself to him.
Days turned to weeks then months, you came back to your apartment together, kissing, loving, he always went out of his way for you. “This is it,” you thought, “he’s the one”.
You talked about him with your friends all the time, gushing about how good he was to you. Mark integrated into your friend group with ease and he got along especially well with your best friend, Haechan. When he met your mom, she wouldn’t stop praising how well mannered Mark was. In every way, he was perfect for you. And in every way, you believed he would be forever.
One of the things Mark always teased you about was your lack of a license. Most students your age had one now that you were in university, but you had yet to take the test out of fear. Mark let you drive his car around the parking lot and the two of you laughed at your jolting stops every time you hit a curb. You said you were scared, but he held your hand and told you it was okay. With his help, you drove the small white car around in circles until the fear went away.
You promised him that once you got your license, the first place you would go was his house since he always had to drive to yours. Mark’s face lit up in such a way that could only be pure joy and you kissed the night away. He said he couldn’t wait.
But, you guess, now he can.
And you're probably with that blonde girl
Who always made me doubt
She's so much older than me
She's everything I'm insecure about
Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs
'Cause how could I ever love someone else?
It was only so long before you came across your first problems. Part of it was your fault; you were foolish enough to believe that you would always be the most important one in his life. You’d grown so used to Mark’s special treatment and constant reassurance that when he treated you any different, you got so scared.
It was a saturday night and he wanted to bring you out to a party. You begged him to stay inside like you always did, just the two of you, but you could tell he really wanted to go.
“Can’t you go without me?,” you asked, lying next to him in your bed.
“I wanna show you off,” he whined back, pulling you into a suffocating hug.
“Ah, fine!,” you squealed, your chin wedged in the nape of his neck as he squeezed you tight. He pressed a dozen kisses all over you then.
“It’s not a big deal,” you thought, “this is the least I can do for him”.
When you showed up to the party, you stuck right by his side. You had never been to one before, the alcohol and drugs making you uncomfortable. The trap music blared loudly as sweaty, intoxicated students grinded on each other shamelessly. Unfamiliar men looked at you with hooded, lustful eyes and you pulled at the hem of your short dress in discomfort. Mark hardly regarded you except for a hand at your waist and chatted freely with his friends that you didn’t know.
You felt out of place. Even without drinking anything, it wasn’t long before the heat of the frat house made your head spin and you tugged at Mark’s arm to get his attention.
“Baby, I want to leave,” you pleaded.
“What? But we haven’t been here for even an hour, ___”. Mark looked so disappointed as you interrupted his drinking game.
“I’m sorry, Mark, I really don’t want to be here,” you insisted, hoping he would once again leave everything and come to you.
For the first time, he hesitated. And for the first time, you saw her.
“Mark!,” an unfamiliar voice shouted over the cacophony. A blonde girl headed over to you. She was tall, clearly older by the way she carried herself. Her skin glistened with sweat from the party, but it didn’t take away from her gorgeous features. Even as her makeup ran slightly, you took in her looks with a pang of envy.
“Oh, hey!,” Mark greeted, his hand leaving your waist to pull her into a hug. Your heart tugged with jealousy. The way she looked at him and the way he didn’t even seem to see you as he chatted with her made you sick to your stomach. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Turning around, you weaved your way through the crowd towards the exit. The cold night air greeted you as you opened the front door to leave. You shivered at the difference in temperature as you made your way quickly down the driveway. It felt so wrong to be walking away from Mark, but the emotions crowding your head made you take one step after the other.
All the rest of you begged for him to stop you, to run after you and reassure you like he always did. So when you felt his hand grip your elbow, spinning you around, tears streamed down your face in relief.
“I’m sorry, ___,” he apologized, hugging you close. It was so warm. “I’m sorry”.
And you forgave him so easily.
And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one
And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone
Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street
But that fight was the first of many. Each worse than the last - it started with bickering about little things like being late for dates or accidentally missing calls. Much to your greatest fear, Mark became noticeably slower to respond to your messages and always seemed to cancel your plans together, if you even made them anymore. Slowly, you found yourself sitting alone in your house more, waiting for him.
Still, you believed in him naively. Every couple fights, right? And he promised you forever. Just like every other time, he would come back to you and all would be well. You loved him like you’ve never loved anyone, even more than yourself.
But what you didn’t know was that you were pressing on the gas while Mark was slamming the brakes - your relationship became dysfunctional and before you could admit it, you were the only one hanging on.
You pressed too hard and everything exploded.
“We’re just friends, I don’t know what’s not clicking!,” Mark huffed angrily as he paced around your apartment kitchen.
“I’m not saying anything, all I mean is that I wish you’d told me that you were driving her home,” you reply, raising your voice slightly.
“You don’t own me, ___, I don’t have to tell you everything! What about you and Haechan, huh? You’re always hanging out with him and I never say anything!”. His voice was almost a shout, nothing like the loving tone he always used with you. He started packing up his things.
“Chan is my best friend, you know that,” you answer, voice breaking slightly as tears began to form.
Mark zipped up his bag, pausing to look up at you. His gaze was stiff, but it softened slightly at the sight of you. You could tell he was thinking about his next move. You thought it would be just like every other argument you had - he would pull you into his chest and the rhythmic beat of his heart would tell you he forgave you. After all, you had his promise of ‘forever’.
But this time, he turned away. He sauntered towards the door and with his hand on the handle, he fired his words like arrows to your heart.
“I think we need a break”
And just like that he left, the door clicking softly behind him.
One second, two, three.
You waited with your breath hitched in your throat for him to come back.
Four, five, six.
Tears dangled from the tip of your chin before splattering against the wooden floorboards as you listened for his footsteps to approach again.
They never did.
And all my friends are tired
Of hearing how much I miss you but
I kinda feel sorry for them
'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do
Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs
And pictured I was driving home to you
That night left you utterly broken. You stood there in shock until the gravity of your pain brought you crashing down. Crying and crying more, you waited still for him to come back. Mark broke down your walls only to leave you defenseless - sheltering yourself was a good defense mechanism, one that was supposed to prevent you from being hurt like your dad did your mom.
In every way, you blamed yourself. You were never good enough for him and you never did nearly as much for him as he did you. A piece of work, that’s what you were. You didn’t deserve him and now he finally realized it.
You had cried all week, barely leaving your room to eat and go to class. You debated calling in sick, but even that cost energy you didn’t have. Checking your phone religiously, the pressure in your chest grew greater each time you saw he didn’t text or call.
Your last two messages were left unread: you’d asked him to call you to talk and you said you were sorry for doubting him.
Calling your friends was the only relief that came to you, but you felt bad for always bothering them. They didn’t have the words to comfort you. Well, there wasn’t anything they could say to comfort you.
But the final blow was yet to come.
Your phone buzzed with a message and your hand instinctively rushed to check it.
A message from Mark?
Your heart dropped when you saw it was only a calendar reminder.
“Driver’s License Test Today!”
You squeezed your eyes shut then as the memories of the times you spent practicing with Mark flooded back unwillingly. Shifting around in your cold bed, you wrapped yourself closer into the mess of sheets. He praised you as you got better, setting up the appointment himself.
“You can do it, babe,” he smiled at you widely from the passenger seat, “Once you get your license you can come over to my house all by yourself”. He leaned in close and you instinctively tilted your neck towards him to meet his lips. Kissing the sensetive spot where your jaw meets your ear, you let out a soft sigh of content. “And we can have so much fun”.
Struggling to ignore the stinging pain of the recollection, it took everything in you to muster the energy to go. Something in you still believed that maybe he would come back. Maybe he just needed time to think and he still meant forever. Maybe he was hurting just like you.
So you go to the dmv and you drive just like you practiced with Mark’s old white car, only this time with your own rental. The proctor ticked away at the boxes as you cruised around the familiar suburban streets. You’re glad he didn’t mention your puffy under eyes and slept-in hair.
“Alright, kiddo” the proctor finished signing the checklist as you pulled back into the original parking lot, “congrats! You passed!”.
You smiled and thanked him, but you didn’t feel happy. After the proctor hopped out of your car, you checked your phone to see you had a missed message. Heart racing, you unlock it quickly, hands shaking while you typed in your passcode. It had started to drizzle outside.
“___, I’ve been thinking a lot and I think it’s best if we broke up. I just don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry”.
You dropped your phone.
Minutes must have passed before you could move a muscle. Rain pattered gray against your windshield and you watched as the droplets ran down and disappeared into the wipers. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Your body on autopilot, you start the car, the old engine skipping a few times before running smoothly. Hardly thinking, you cruised through the suburban neighborhoods outside of Seoul, not sure of where you were going, but needing to go somewhere.
“Mark,” you say to no one, “Mark”. The second one was barely a whisper. You repeated his name to yourself as the rain bore down harder, tears falling down onto your lap. Curling your fingers tighter around the steering wheel, you sped down to the only place you knew to go.
“What the hell,” the boy at the door stated, staring bewildered at your soaking form. You sobbed, raindrops mixing with your tears so it was unclear which was which. Lighting cracked in the dark sky, followed by the inevitable rumble of thunder. Your car was pulled over the side of the road and you stood shivering pitifully in front of your best friend.
Haechan took you inside, offering you a towel and dry clothes while you said nothing, not trusting your voice to handle words. Of course, the two of you were close enough to understand this and he offered you silence back.
You cried into his lap as he patted you on the arm. The fireplace crackled in the background, but you still felt so cold.
“He broke up with me,” you hiccupped out finally, grabbing onto his hands for dear life. You hadn’t voiced it out loud yet and the words left your throat like knives.
“That son of a bitch,” Haechan cursed, letting you grip onto him, not saying anything about the pain.
“I-I,” your body shook as you hiccupped uncontrollably. He shushed you, stroking your hair with his other hand to calm you down.
You took deep breaths, closing your eyes to try to pacify your trembling sobs and make the pain go away.
“It hurts,” you finally managed, “It hurts so bad”.
Haechan squeezed your hand in acknowledgement, not knowing what to say. Just like that, he held you for hours until his legs went numb and your small gasps calmed into steady breathing. Still, he didn’t move.
“One day,” he softly broke the silence, brushing invisible circles on the back of your hand, “it’ll all pass. You might think he’s everything right now, but if he wasn’t ready to love all of you, he doesn’t deserve you”.
And it was after letting those words sink in that you slowly began to notice the warmth of the fireplace.
Red lights
Stop signs
I still see your face
In the white cars
Front yards
Can't drive past the places
We used to
Go to
'Cause I still fucking love you, babe
You drifted asleep on his lap then, peacefully. When you awoke, your best friend was no longer in your embrace and you blinked to remember where you were. For a second, just a small second, you forgot about what happened the day before.
Shifting up to a sitting position, you stretched your sore neck and looked around to Haechan in the kitchen. A sizzling noise accompanied by the alluring smell of bacon wafted over. Your stomach grumbled - it had been a few days since you’d had the appetite to eat something.
You made your way to the familiar kitchen, one you had spent many days hanging out in. Haechan tilted his head towards the sound of your approaching footsteps.
“You’re awake?”
You nodded in response. He wore a floral apron as he cooked, his hair still messy from sleep. For the first time in a while, you smiled.
After breakfast, he let you drive to school.
“I didn’t know you got your license,” the boy remarked as he buckled in.
“I did. Just yesterday”. Your voice was still slightly hoarse from crying. With your best attempts in Haechan’s bathroom, you washed the tears from your face. You hoped you could pretend you were okay.
But as you drove along, you passed the house that you had so temporarily forgotten about. The white car parked outside of Mark’s home pierced your chest with dull pain as you remembered the promises you made together.
“That’s cool. Did you finish the bio project?,” Haechan made his best attempt at capturing your attention, understanding what was going through your head.
You couldn’t reply.
Sidewalks
We crossed
I still hear your voice
In the traffic
We're laughing
Over all the noise
God, I'm so blue
Know we're through
But I still fucking love you, babe
The rest of the ride was silent as you struggled to keep it together. You thought about how Mark used to kiss you whenever there was a red light, leaning across the dash to tell you he loved you. You used to laugh at the ticklish feeling of his fingers feeling around your jaw to get a better angle to your lips, squealing at him to go when the light changed green.
You felt numb as you sat in your morning bio lecture, heeding no attention to your professor’s voice. Haechan sat next to you, observing your pained expression with concern.
“___, you okay?”
The question only makes you feel worse and you lean your chin weakly against his shoulder. You let out a small whimper, lips trembling as you hid your face in his neck. Grabbing your hand, he led you out of the dark lecture hall. You didn’t have the energy to ask where you were going as he pulled you out of the university science building.
“Give me your keys, I’ll drive,” Haechan directed. You obliged.
Seoul traffic picked up and the two of you sat listening to the radio.
“You wanna go get coffee?,” your best friend asked.
You didn’t answer, listening to the melody of the acoustic music playing on the radio. It reminded you of the song Mark wrote about you all those months ago. Haechan accepted your silence as affirmation and he pulled into a quaint café lot. A white car is parked in front of yours and you think you’re seeing things because it looks like Mark’s. Everything seemed to remind you of him.
You didn’t notice that Haechan got out of the car until he held your door open for you. Numbly, you step out, not taking your eyes off the white vehicle.
It was Mark’s.
Haechan realized the same too late and you were already staring through the café window. There he sat, the person you’ve been dying to see and hear from. Mark sat there and across from him, you recognized the blonde from the party. He left her for you then, but now you couldn’t say the same.
He looked so happy, happier than he was with you in the last months of your relationship, his smile reaching his eyes and his nose scrunching up as he laughed at something she said. Mark’s eyes sparkled as he looked at her. You don’t miss how his hand gripped the edge of the chair behind her back so his arm was almost around her shoulders.
He looked so okay without you.
Haechan pulled you under the small café umbrella as it started to drizzle. You were turned away from the window, out of sight from Mark, but the image was already burned into the back of your head.
“What am I supposed to do, chan?,” you whimpered, letting your tears soak into the taller boy’s chest as he hugged you close, “I still fucking love him”.
This time, he didn’t answer as you gripped onto his tee shirt. He didn't have to as you remembered your best friend’s words from the night before: “It’ll all pass”.
“It’ll all pass,” you thought desperately, although you felt like the sidewalk would swallow you whole. “It’ll all pass,” you repeated, this time out loud, the words feeling like cement as you sobbed into your best friend’s shirt.
It started to rain harder before Haechan spoke, his voice rumbling in his chest against your cheek, “It’ll all be okay one day, I promise”. You held onto these words for dear life.
…
Switching off the television, you shuffle out of the living room to get ready for bed. It’s been a week since then and you still repeat Haechan’s words to yourself every night. They serve as your only consolation to fight against the knowledge that Mark found somebody new. Somebody that isn’t you is making him happy now. Somebody that isn’t you is hearing that they’re special, that they’re beautiful.
Still, you pressed the band-aids to your bullet hole.
“It’ll be okay,” you whisper to yourself as you turn your bedside light off, “It’ll pass one day”. The promises wash around your head until sleep invites you in and finally the dull pain of being awake can be ignored.
The bright light of morning came as a surprise, waking you from your slumber. You shield the golden rays from your eyes with a tired hand, although welcoming the rare sunshine in a month filled with rain. Birds sing their weekend song as you stretch the sleep from your bones. For the first time in a while, your room appeared bright.
Brushing your teeth, you make a peace sign in the mirror at your messy hair. Letting out a single chuckle, you flop your atrocious bun to the other side. For the first time in a while, the ache in your chest doesn’t feel quite as painful. Spitting out your toothpaste foam, you take the time to cleanse your face properly, patting on your favorite moisturizer after.
You brush through the tangles in your hair, looking at your reflection, taking in the first image of yourself trying to heal. It isn’t a lot, but it’s everything.
Strolling to the kitchen, you pour yourself a bowl of cereal. Munching away, you pull open the living room curtains, letting the morning light stream in. There you stand, watching the bumblebees rub against the pink flowers to drink their nectar.
“Cheers,” you whisper, raising your spoon up to the window before bringing it to your lips. Finishing the simple meal, you debate what to do next.
You look to the couch, wondering if it would be okay to sit and waste your day away with netflix. Just then, you feel a buzz from your back pocket.
“____, you free?” the message reads. It’s from Haechan.
You reply that you are and he asks you to come over to hang out together. Looking to the couch then back to your phone, you head down to the door to grab your keys and your license. Before you leave, you pause, looking at the cluttered letters collecting dust on the countertop. Before the door clicks shut behind you, they’re in the trash and the counter smells of lemon disinfectant.
The weather is so nice. You feel the warmth against your face as you walk down to your car. It’s not the rental anymore because Haechan helped you find a used one that you could afford. It’s bright red, your favorite color, and it doesn’t skip when you start the engine.
You cruise down the suburban streets with the windows down to feel the fresh breeze play with your hair. It smells like cut grass and petrichor.
Turning onto the familiar street, you expect your heart to clench at the sight of Mark’s house, but it doesn’t. You press the gas pedal a little harder as you speed past the white car parked in the driveway. Taking a deep breath, you drive past his street.
Maybe it hurts a little, but you don’t cry anymore. You turn the wheel smoothly as you pull onto a different road, just like the way you always practiced. Maybe it hurts a little, but you’re always thankful for the time you had with him. You turn the radio to your favorite channel, letting your body sway to the relaxing guitar tune. Maybe it hurts a little, but you’ll always love the song he wrote about you. Even if Mark doesn’t mean it anymore, someone new could.
Following the route you now have memorized, you steer into your best friend’s neighborhood.
Maybe you’re driving alone, but it doesn’t hurt so much. Not when there’s someone waiting for you.
I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one
And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone
Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street
Yeah, you said forever now I drive alone past your street
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A Lot to Make up For
Summary: Dean threw a fit when he saw something he didn’t like. To say you were angry with him was an understatement. The least thing he could do was make-up for his behavior.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 4,647
Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, little bit of spanking, jealous!Dean, mentions of fwb relationship, a bit of crack?
A/N: this was written for “SPN Bi-Weekly Challenge” hosted by the amazing @supernatural-jackles. There are three prompts in this one and they are all bolded. I’m trying to understand why tumblr flagged this post when I uploaded the gif I made, which is similar to this one, but not flagged it when I used someone else’s. Either way, at least one of them worked. Please, enjoy it!
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When you decided to come to the bar, you didn’t expect it to be this crowded. Loud conversations competed with the sound of the electronic music. Somehow you managed to find an empty barstool and ran for it. You ordered a beer, sipping at it, unsure of what you were really doing here.
You needed a night out. It had been a while since you last went out by yourself. You usually hung out with the boys, but this time you didn’t want to. It’s not like you didn’t want to be around them, you just wanted to enjoy some quality time alone.
A man sat beside you. He seemed to be around your age and he was definitely a sight for sore eyes. The man turned to you, introduced himself, and started a small talk that turned into an interesting — and mostly funny — conversation.
Andrew was good to be around. He was a stranger, but he somehow knew how to make you laugh. He even bought you a couple of beers and fries.
Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get out of the bar and have your way with him between the sheets. Or maybe it was the way he was flirting with you that was making those thoughts run through your mind. You didn’t even notice he was that close to you. Your knees brushed each other under the wooden counter. His knuckles ran down your forearm. Every now and then his brown eyes would descend to your lips as you spoke. He wanted it as much as you did.
“You know, I was thinking...” he scooted closer, eyes leaving yours to dart to your painted lips. “Maybe we should-“
“Oh, there you are,” a familiar voice interrupted him.
Dean. He stepped towards you, a smile playing on his lips. Both you and Andrew frowned.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, sweetheart,” his hand made its way to your waist as he planted a kiss to the side of your head.
“Dean, what’re you doing here?” You asked, trying to pull away from his hold.
“I was worried sick, baby,” he said. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“I’m sorry,” Andrew stepped in just as confused as you. “Who are you?”
“I’m Dean, her boyfriend,” he beamed, holding out his hand, but Andrew didn’t take it. “Listen, thanks, man, for taking care of her. I’m glad you were keeping her company. Who knows what would happen if you weren’t here. Maybe some bastard would’ve tried to take advantage of her.”
“Her boyfriend?” The man was trying to wrap his mind around what Dean was saying.
“No!” You jumped it.
“Yeah,” he said at the same time as you did. “I don’t know why she’s saying I’m not.”
“Sorry, man,” he looked at you as if you were some lying bitch. “She told me she was single.”
“I am single! He’s my friend.”
“Well, I don’t know if she’s told you, but she suffers from short-term memory loss,” Dean pursed his lips.
What the hell is he talking about, you thought to yourself.
“You know, like Dory from Finding Nemo,” he added. “She probably forgot we were dating. She’s probably going to forget about you too so I suggest you go away. If she forgets you and sees you, she won’t understand a thing. It’ll only make her poor mind even more confused.”
“It must be hard to deal with that,” Andrew sighed, buying Dean’s crap. “Well, I’ll leave you guys be. Sorry about that, man.”
Andrew headed out of the bar. You were too dumbfounded by the whole situation to go after him and explain that your best friend was delusional. He probably wouldn’t believe it anyway. Dean burst into laughter.
“Are you out of your mind?” You nearly roared at him, slapping his hands off of you.
“Oh, you gotta admit that was funny,” he gushed between laughter.
“No, Dean, it wasn’t,” you glared at him. “It was ridiculous and extremely disrespectful. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.”
You stormed out of the bar with Dean hot on your tail. Your blood was boiling. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just let you get some tonight? You stopped in front of your car and turned to him.
“Get lost, Winchester. I don’t want you near me tonight.”
“C’mon, sweetheart. I’m your best friend. I’m your favorite person in this whole world,” he bargained.
“Best friend?” You chuckled humorlessly. “Since when best friends do stuff like that? Seriously, Dean, that was low even for you. I don’t wanna see you tonight or tomorrow or for the rest of the week! Not even if you’re covered in gold.”
“Not even if I’m naked and covered in gold with your favorite chocolate?”
“No. Actually, the thought of you naked just made me throw up in my mouth a little.”
“Well, that wasn’t what you said a few days ago,” he had the cockiest grin playing on his lips. Maybe he thought he could charm his way and you would forgive him.
“Fuck you,” you sneered. “If you do so much as follow me, I’m gonna murder you!”
Hopping in your car, you turned the engine and headed home. Your hands gripped tight the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. You couldn’t for the life of you understand what had gotten into him. He’d never acted like that. He didn’t have the right to.
In about ten minutes you arrived at the condominium you live in. Parking in your spot, you let out a frustrated sigh before climbing off the car. You were glad he didn’t follow you. At least he had a little respect for you.
As you stepped foot into your apartment you rushed to the bathroom. A shower would do wonders for your tense muscles. Maybe it would even wash your anger away. You turned on the water and checked the temperature before hopping in. You relaxed immediately as the warm water hit your skin.
Although you felt more relaxed after showering, your mind was still on a thousand miles per hour. Dean had never behaved the way he did tonight. Throughout your eleven years of friendship, he had never disrespected you or crossed any boundaries. But tonight he did. Maybe he was angry because you decided to hit a bar and didn’t invite him. It doesn’t justify his behavior.
You’d be lying if you said you were just friends. Over a year ago, after many drinks you and Dean had sex. It was nice, but you barely remembered anything the following morning. So you did it sober. It might have been a dumb idea, but boy it felt good. Dean suggested you should keep doing that and you agreed. No strings attached. No exclusivity. Just two friends blowing off some steam every now and then.
What you have with Dean doesn’t give him the right to act the way he did. He’s not your boyfriend. Both of you agreed that it was okay to see other people and even have sex with them — always with protection. Aside from Dean, you only had sex with one person since you started to fool around. Now, when you finally got the chance to hang out with some guy, he decided to show up and throw a fit? Who does he think he is?
“Ah, screw him,” you mumbled.
Shifting into your ideal sleeping position, your body relaxed on the mattress. Thank God for memory foam. It didn’t take long for tiredness to take over and for you to drift off to sleep.
The unceasing sound of the doorbell ringing startled you. You stood to your feet abruptly, but soon regretted when you felt dizzy. Putting on your robe, you headed to the front door not even bothering to look through the peephole. It seemed to be some kind of emergency. No one would be ringing the doorbell this late if it wasn’t urgent. Unlocking the door, you opened it.
“Hey. How can I-“ you stopped once you met his green eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Y/N, I’m sorry-“
“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” you hissed, trying to push the door close but his feet stopped you.
“I need to talk to you.”
“I don’t care. It’s fucking three in the morning. I have to get up early to go to work,” your hand gripped tight to the knob, ready to close the door in his face if he tried to come in. “I’m sorry, but not everyone works for their dad and can show up late everyday.”
“We both know tomorrow is your day off,” he said. “Please let me in. I need to talk to you. Then you can kick me out and go back to your beauty sleep.”
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, stepping aside for him to come in. “But only because I’m mad at you and I’m in the mood for a fight.”
“Can we fight so we can have angry make-up sex later?” A smirk appeared on his plump lips.
“Sex with you?” You snickered. “Never again.”
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he pleaded. “It’s been two weeks since we had some fun.”
“Did you come here so you could get laid? Did ou wake me up just so you could have sex with me? Really, Dean?”
“No, of course not. If I wanted to have sex with you, I would have texted you first,” he said. “I came here to apologize.”
“Oh, so you know you screwed up. Good.”
“Would you let me finish?” You rolled your eyes crossing your arms over your chest. “I came here to surprise you. I thought we could have a sleepover since you don’t have to go to work tomorrow. I even brought my Die Hard collection so we could watch it tonight. I bought two slices of pie on the way. Cherry for me and apple for you. Imagine my surprise when I open the door and there’s not a single light on.”
“So what? Are you telling me that it’s my fault now? I should have stayed home waiting for you?” You pointed your finger at him. “Is that the reason why you did what you did at the bar?”
“I looked for you everywhere. Then Jess told me you went out for a drink at Hardy’s. So I went after you. When I saw that guy with his hands all over you, I flipped. I knew I couldn’t punch him and start a fight so I did that.”
“You know you’re not my boyfriend, right? Or my father for that matter?” You stepped closer to him. “So why did you have to ruin things for me tonight? I’ve never done anything like that to you. Never! Why did you have to be such an idiot?”
“I was jealous, okay?” He growled.
“It still doesn’t give you the right to do that, Dean,” you yelled at him. “You know, Dean, every time you, Sam, and I go to a bar, you leave us on the table to hit on the bartender. I wouldn’t have a problem with that if your brother was single. Don’t get me wrong, I love Jess, but if Sam was single then he’d hit on someone and I’d be free to do that too. Or even better, I could make out with him!” You exclaimed, knowing it would piss him off. “Oh, Jess told me some things that you probably don’t wanna know, but they were really interesting. In case you don’t know, girls talk about sex too. From what she’s told me, I bet he’s better than you. I mean, he’s definitely bigger so-“
“Shut up!” He yelled. You could see his jaw tightening as the veins in his neck throbbed.
“You know what’s even worse? When Jess comes with us, I’m third-wheeling most of the time. For some reason, they won’t let me get two feet away from them.”
“I hit on the bartenders to make you jealous. It’s all fake,” he nearly barked. “I thought that maybe if I did that I’d get a reaction from you because I’m too much of a coward to do the right thing.”
“You do remember our agreement, right? Just sex. No feelings. We are non-exclusive. We can see other people and even have sex. We made a bunch of rules back in that day. One of them was no cockblocking,” your blood was boiling in your veins. You could feel your anger grow with every word you said.
“I’m sorry, okay? But I couldn’t just stand there and watch that son of a bitch getting all handsy.”
“While you were having fun with bartenders and girls you met every time we went out, I was alone. Since we started this, I’ve only had sex with one person and it was-“
“Terrible. I know you said the guy was awful.”
“It’s not that I think I should be having sex with half of the men in town, but if you can have sex with everyone you want then why can’t I? Every time I try to hang out with someone, I get sabotaged.”
“Ever since we started this, I’ve only had sex with you. I tried to be with someone else but it didn’t work because she wasn’t you.”
“Oh my God, it was you!” Reality downed to you as you ignored him. The sound of your raged heart much louder than his voice. “You sabotaged me every time! The broken lock, flat tires, and all that crap that happened every time I got close to a guy. They were all you.”
“Yeah, it was me,” Dean barked. “You deserve better than those guys.”
“Who gave you the right to do that, you idiot? Why did you have to do that?”
“Because I love you dammit!” His voice was much louder, causing you to flinch.
“Well, maybe that’s the problem!” You yelled back at him.
You spun around completely done with him, your head was pounding in your skull. The last thing you saw before storming out of the apartment was his jaw wiring shut as his eyes filled with rage.
The door slammed with a loud thud, startling Dean. He was pulled out of his angry trance when he noticed he was standing alone in the middle of your apartment. He knew he had screwed up big time. He’d not planned on confessing his feelings to you tonight. Especially not like this.
You stood dumbstruck in the hall just outside your door. Everything happened so fast. One minute you were peacefully asleep, the other you and Dean were almost jumping at each other’s throats. He shouldn’t have said he loves you. And you shouldn’t have stormed out the way you did.
“God, what have I done?” you sighed.
The sound of the door opening and closing echoed through the corridor. You didn’t want to turn around. You couldn’t face him.
“You realize you just stormed out of your apartment, right?” He let out a small chuckle to try to light up the mood.
“You see what you do to me?” You turned around to face him. His green eyes held anything but anger. “You make me so mad that I do stupid things like storming out of my own home when I should’ve kicked you out.”
“Hey, you don’t need me to do stupid things. You can do that on your own,” he held his hands up, a cheeky grin playing on his lips. “Now let’s get inside, shall we?”
You only nodded, following him back inside.
“So what do we do now, huh?” He asked, shutting the door.
“You don’t love me. I mean- you do, but as your best friend.”
“No, Y/N, I love you as more than my best friend.”
“Stop,” you argued. “You can’t, okay? Or you’re gonna ruin everything.”
“Ruin what? We both know this is not a friends with benefits shit. It never was.”
“Dean-“
“This is not one-sided and you know it, Y/N,” he said, voice deeper than usual. “What we did… what we do is not just sex. Or do I have to tell you how many times we actually made love?”
“Why are you doing this?” Your voice wavered.
“Because I love you, Y/N.”
“Then don’t. You’re screwing things up.”
“Why can’t you just admit it? Why is it so hard for you to finally say it?”
“I can’t risk losing you,” you said low enough that he almost didn’t hear you. Almost. “The moment we take that step there’s no going back and I can’t risk losing you. I can’t.”
“You’re not gonna lose me,” he placed his hands on both sides of your hips, his body incredibly close to yours.
“You can’t promise me that.”
“You’re right. I can’t, but I’ll do anything to be with you.”
Fingers curling in the collar of his flannel, you pulled him to you, capturing his lips with yours. Your heart skipped a beat as he returned the kiss. It was slow at first, almost uncertain. The soft press of his lips made you melt into his touch. Your tongue caressed his plump lips in a plea for him to allow you to delve into his mouth. A muffled moan escaped his lips as his hands came up to cup your face, thumb circling your cheek.
You pulled away in need of air. Your eyes were still closed as you rested your forehead against his.
“I don’t know about you but I’m still down for some angry make-up sex,” he said between panted breaths.
“Dean-“
“Stop denying what you want, Y/N.”
Swallowing thick, you opened your eyes only to meet his green orbs hooded with lust. With arms around his neck, you wrapped your legs around his waist, lips colliding with his. Warm hands held you by the back of your thighs as he walked towards your bedroom. He pushed you against the wall, placing you back on the floor. His lips graced the skin of your neck with sweet yet hungry kisses. Your body was pressed flush to him. You could feel his heart beating fast against your chest and his growing bulge against your pelvis. A moan left your lips as one of his hands hiked up your leg and squeezed your thigh over the silky robe. Dean pressed himself to you and you bucked your hips, the feeling of his erection against your soaked pussy setting your body on fire.
Hurried hands fumbled with the knot tying your robe. He pushed it off your shoulders, revealing your naked before him, the soft material pooling around your feet.
“Fuck,” he said in a low grunt as his eyes wandered over your bare chest.
A smile spread on your lips. Always the same reaction from him. You unbuttoned his flannel, dropping it to the floor. As Dean yanked his white shirt over his head, your hands reached for his naked torso, traveling down to his abdomen and stopping over his belt, quickly unbuckling it. He pulled down his pants, standing in front of you only in his boxers. You pushed him towards the bed, straddling his hips as he sat. Hungry lips captured his plump, pink ones, his hands snaked to your back. The soft touch of his fingertips sending shivers down your spine.
“Need you,” a breathy moan escaped your lips.
Dean’s back met the softness of the mattress, green eyes sparkling at the sight of you on top of him. You leaned and his hands reached for your breasts. Fingers nipped at your hardened bud as his mouth enveloped the other. His name escaped your lips in a tiny whimper as you rolled your hips against him. He released your nipple with a pop and planted kisses everywhere he could touch.
You pushed down his boxers, revealing his hard cock in all its glory. Your small hand wrapped around his length, stroking it before circling the head with your thumb.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he hissed. “Want you. I need to taste you. Come up here.”
You crawled up, knees around his broad shoulders. As your hands met the headboard, he lowered your body to his face. Dean wanted to take his time. He peppered open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs. He ran his nose over your folds and you let out a frustrated moan.
“Stop teasing.”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” although you didn’t see it, you felt his lips curl into a smirk.
“I need to cum.”
Three teasing licks from your slit to clit caused your breath to hitch on your throat. He wanted to drive you insane and he definitely knew how to do it. Dean licked and sucked your most sensitive parts. Parts he knew by heart. His tongue entered your channel and you saw stars. Fingers finding their course to his hair, gripping it to the point of pain. A guttural grunt from him made your whole body shudder. You tried to buck your hips against his sinful mouth, but his strong grip on your hips restrained your movements. He kept pushing his tongue as far as he could, tasting your sweetness as he feasted. Muffled moans and husky hums escaped his lips, reverberating through your soaked folds. He enjoyed this as much as you did.
“Hmm, yes,” you moaned.
When you felt his grasp on you loosen, you rolled your hips. All your self-consciousness fading as the need to come grew stronger. Your hands dropped to the mattress, ass angling up. His tongue started to circulate your clit, sending small shivers through your body. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes landing on his hand stroking his cock slowly. Your cunt clenched around nothing. His teeth grazed over your bundle of nerves, nipping slightly. The burning coil in your abdomen tightened. Dean sealed his lips around your clit and you went off as a rocket. Your legs trembled around his head as he kept sucking. Waves of pleasure washed over you.
“Fuck, Dean,” you yelled out his name along with a bunch of obscenities.
Dean moaned as he lapped at your juices. He licked you clean until you rode out your orgasm. He kissed your sensitive clit before helping you scooting down so you could meet his face.
“Hi,” you smiled as you laid on top of him.
“Hey,” his plump lips were shining with your release, his cheeks a bright pink.
You leaned to capture his lips. A moan was muffled by his mouth as you tasted yourself in his tongue. The kiss didn’t last though. Both of you were in some serious need of air to make it last.
“I bet the neighbors know my name,” he beamed with the cockiest smirk.
“Oh, shut up,” with a roll of eyes, you started to plant open-mouthed kisses down his throat.
“You know they do. Especially after tonight. The way you-“ he stopped as you sucked at a sensitive spot on the side of his neck. “Shit, Y/N. Need to be inside you.”
He flipped you onto your back, laying on top of you. His lips attacked yours in a hungry, bruising kiss. Your hand reached for his cock, positioning it at your entrance.
“No, not like this. I have other things in mind,” he said with a crooked grin. “On all fours, sweetheart.”
Dean pulled away and you did as told. Your ass perked up and his warm hands gripped your hips. He squeezed your skin and you groaned in anticipation. The tip of his cock circled your entrance.
“Please,” a sweet little cry escaped your lips.
You whimpered as he pushed inside you ever so slow. His massive size stretching your walls to fit him. Dean groaned. He slid out almost completely before thrusting into you with such force that you gasped.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted. “You feel so good. So tight.”
His blunt fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips as he pounded into you relentlessly. Sweat broke through your body as your breath started to come in short spurts. His hand collided with your right cheek, causing your body to jerk. Then he did the same to the other one and you hissed. Dean leaned against you, kissing your shoulder blade.
“You like this, don’t you?” His voice barely upon a whisper, hot breath fanning at your clammy skin. “You like it when I take you just… like… this?” His thrusts matched his words, sending you over the edge once again.
“Yes!”
His hand smacked harder at your right cheek as he pulled away. That definitely was going to leave a mark. Your skin tingling at the stingy sensation. He slammed in and out of you like a madman. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room along with shameless cries and husky grunts. The heat in your core started to grow even more. You fell forward into the mattress, fingers curling the sheets. Your walls pulsated around him as your orgasm hit you abruptly. Dean sent another five deep-seated thrusts and had you screaming into the pillow in pure ecstasy.
You were so lost in the feeling that you didn’t notice Dean flipping you into your back. He leaned down nuzzling into your neck, before sliding back into you. He kept driving in and out of you, his breath erratic. Your hands slapped against his back, nails digging into his skin, heels digging into his ass. You needed as much of him as you could get.
“Come with me, sweetheart,” he nearly pleaded as he pulled away from your neck.
His hips pistoned against yours, sloppy thrusts aiming for the final push. The thumps of the headboard banging against the wall mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. Dean delivered three deep thrusts before his body stiffened. He held himself there as he painted your walls white with his seed. Your orgasm rippled through you. You clenched around him so tight, milking his cock for all its worth. His green orbs locked in your lust blown eyes as his lips parted in a perfect “o” shape, mirroring your expression, though no sound came from any of you. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as pleasure washed through you.
Dean collapsed on top of you, his head nuzzling in the curve of your neck. He placed a kiss to your skin before rolling to his side. Both of you waited for your breaths to even. Only then, when the room had grown quiet, you noticed the orange glow in the room caused by the strays of sunshine that managed to get past the blinds.
“Hot damn,” he let out a content sigh.
“What we did tonight… it should be illegal,” you half-chuckled.
“I know, sweetheart. I know,” he had a stupid grin on his face the whole time.
“Don’t sweetheart me,” you pouted. “I’m still mad at you.”
“Really? C’mon! I thought I had made myself up to you by making you come three times. Wasn’t that enough?”
“Of course not! You cockblocked me. Who knows how many times I would’ve cum if I was with that guy,” you shrugged.
“None. Plus, he doesn’t love you so it wouldn’t be nearly as exciting as this was.”
“You still need to make yourself up to me. ’Sides, you didn’t even tie the record, Dean. I’ve made myself come more times using just my fingers and a couple of toys.”
“Is that a challenge, sweetheart?”
“Only if you wanted it to be,” you smirked.
Dean rolled over you, his hand making its way to cup your mound. “I bet you still have my cum dripping from this tight pussy.”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
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Sweet Dreams
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Reader meets Aaron’s son, Jack. Part 4 to Begin Again. Again with help from @ange-must-die & @yes-sir-hotchner
Warnings: slight angst, mostly fluff
Author’s note: This series is the most fun thing ever. Hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback always appreciated!
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The longer you were with Aaron, the more you learned about him. Like the fact that he is extremely protective over everyone he cares about. This was evidenced by the fact that you had been seriously dating over six months and still had yet to meet his son, Jack. Being a single dad, Jack was obviously the most important part of Aaron’s life and you couldn’t help but wonder why he was keeping the two of you apart. If you were really serious, wouldn’t he want his two most important people to be together?
He had invited you to his place for dinner tonight, and you were hopeful that it would be time to meet the boy who made his father’s eyes light up with joy and pride at the mere mention of his name.
You arrived at his house at 6:30 and let yourself in through the front door as instructed.
“Aaron? I’m here,” you said lying your purse on the coffee table.
“In the kitchen, babe” he replied.
Following the sound of his voice, you found him at the stove, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to the elbow, putting the finishing touches on a delicious looking pasta dish.
“Smells great, honey,” you say, wrapping your left arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Rossi teach you how to make this?”
“Hey now,” he says, turning to face you. “I can fend for myself.”
“But did he though? Teach you how to make it?”
“Maybe,” he relents, flashing you that gorgeous smile and pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Told him I had a hot date to impress.”
“Well consider me impressed.”
You helped him carry everything into the dining room, where you found a candlelit table set for two. That was the moment you knew. Jack wasn’t here. Aaron had no intention of you meeting his son tonight. You couldn’t help but be disappointed. Why was he so hesitant to have you meet Jack? Didn’t he love you? Didn’t he trust you?
Sitting down to dinner and pouring two glasses of wine, Aaron quickly noticed your change in demeanor.
“You’re quiet, Y/N, is something wrong?” He asked.
“Where’s Jack?”
“He’s at a friend’s house. I thought we could have a nice quiet evening to ourselves.”
“We’ve had plenty of evenings to ourselves, Aaron. He’s the most important person in your life I think I deserve to meet him.”
Immediately seeing the hurt in your eyes, he takes your hand, replying “Of course you deserve to meet him, darling. I just want to make sure the time is right.”
“When is the time ever right, Aaron?” You ask, drawing your hand away.
“I wish it was that simple Y/N, but it’s just not. We’ve been through a lot. He has been through a lot and I just can’t risk him getting hurt.”
“Getting hurt?” You say, raising your voice. “Why on earth would he get hurt? I know what your life is like. I know that your job is stressful. I’m under no illusions that being with you will ever be easy, but I love you and I’m not planning on leaving any time soon.”
“I know that, Y/N, I really do and I love you so much. I’m sure he will too, but I have to do what’s in his best interests.”
“I’m starting to think this is more about you than Jack. Kids are resilient, Aaron. I’m sure he’s stronger than you realize, probably tougher than most adults.”
“Are you insinuating that I’m not as tough as my 5 year old, Y/N?”
“Hey, you said it, not me.” You say, wiping the tears from your eyes.
He circles the table to pull you in for a long, tight hug.
Tilting your chin up to meet your eyes he says, “I promise that you will meet him soon. I want my two favorite people together, okay?”
Just as he leans in for another kiss, the sound of the front door opening and tiny running footsteps disrupts the train of thought.
“Daddy! Daddy, I’m home!”
As he rounds the corner you catch your first glimpse. A young boy with the face of an angel, blonde hair, and his father’s dark eyes. Is this what they mean by love at first sight?
“Hey buddy!” Aaron exclaims, dropping to one knee to embrace his son. “What are you doing home early?”
Following close behind, a beautiful blonde woman provides the explanation.
“One of the kids at the party got sick. Had to bring him home,” catching a glimpse of you sitting in the chair, she stops short.
“I’m sorry,” she smiles “I didn’t realize you were having company over tonight, Aaron.”
Rising up from the floor, Aaron makes the introductions.
“Y/N this is Jessica, Jack’s aunt.”
“Oh, this is the one I’ve heard so much about,” she gushes. “Very nice to meet you.”
“I’m Jack,” the child pipes up. “Who are you?”
Squatting down to eye level you reply, “I knew you must be Jack, because your dad talks about you all the time. My name is Y/N and I’m a very good friend of your father. It’s very nice to finally meet you.” Offering your hand, he gives it a shake.
“I like her, dad she’s nice. Pretty too. Can she stay and watch a movie?”
“Yeah, dad can I stay and watch a movie?” you echo, fixing him with your puppy dog eyes.
Smiling and shaking his head, he sighs. “ I suppose I so. It doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice. Thanks for bringing him home, Jess. Jack give your aunt a hug.”
Jack races over and Jess bends down to give him a squeeze.
“I love you, Aunt Jess. Thanks for taking me to the party.”
“Any time, little man. Y/N, great meeting you. Hope to see you around more often.”
“I hope so too.”
“I’ll be right back. Gonna walk Jess to her car. You two go ahead and pick out the movie,” Aaron suggests.
Grabbing your hand, Jack practically drags you to the living room.
“You like Spider-Man?” He inquires.
“Are you kidding? I LOVE Spider-Man!”
Standing on your tiptoes, you manage to grab it from the high shelf and pop it into the DVD player.
As both of you settle on the couch Jack calls out “Dad! The movie’s about to start! Are you coming?”
“Be right there, buddy!”
Entering the room, he sees the two of you on the couch side by side and silently thinks he is the luckiest man on the planet. He should never have doubted that you would be so good with his son.
“What are you waiting for?” you ask, breaking into his thoughts. “Come sit down it’s about to start!” And you pat the empty spot next to you. He sits, casually grabbing your hand.
Next thing you knew, all three of you were engrossed in the movie. Jack had somehow ended up in your lap, and when you made a comment about being cold, Aaron had draped his arm around your shoulder. When he thought Jack wasn’t looking he leaned in for a quick, warm kiss.
“Dad?” Jack asks.
“Yeah buddy?”
“Is Y/N your girlfriend?”
You both tensed at the question.
“Yes buddy, you’re very smart. She is.”
“Cool. Is she going to hang out with us more?”
Aaron just shrugs his shoulders, leaving the question for you.
“Of course I will if you want me to, Jack.”
“You should! We could watch Captain America next time!”
“I’d love to,” you say, ruffling the boy’s hair.
The movie is nearing its end and the boys are tired. It’s definitely past Jack’s bed time, and Aaron has a perpetually exhausting job. Jack drifts off quickly, lying face down beside you, his head on your stomach and your left arm draped around his back. Aaron fell asleep still sitting up on the couch, his left arm around your shoulder and your head on his chest. In that moment, you were exactly where you wanted to be.
Almost absentmindedly you thought out loud,
“I love you Aaron.”
After a moment, you felt the rumble of his chest as he replied,
“I love you too, Y/N” before drifting back to sleep.
“Sweet dreams you two.”
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Writing questions? Hell. Yes. So anything you wanna talk about when it comes to Howl. Literally anything, what inpo's or drives you, some of your fave moments you've written thus far that you feel you've nailed, big improvments you are proud of from the OG version to the directors cut? Anything you wanna gush about Herbert and Jess and one that has been on my mind, where the whole destroying Meg's heart, particularly the biting of it, came from. That moment is just so iconic, so fucking viceral and raw and that is the moment in the frist read through that fully fucking hooked me and I still come back to often.
In short. Yell about Howl, I love it, love you and your writing and am always dying to know more. So much loooove to you Dicey!
(sorry this took so long, work has fried my brain)
Inspo is from all over the place. I can watch almost anything and get inspo. Star Trek, New Girl, Firefly, random TikToks. And i'm driven by a desire for praise, lmao.
I'm proud that this happened at all, after I spent weeks agonizing it. And that it seems to be going well. Obviously, making the female lead an actual character is an improvement, at least I hope so. I'm also really happy that the fic is a bit more gayer, because even a smidge of gay makes things better.
There is so much in my head that it's looped back around to head empty. I'm hyped for future chapters, because that is when things start to diverge a little more and get weird. And kinkier.
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Moon Song (poe dameron x fem!reader)
A/N: I really went buck wild with this one i’m sorry to those with short attention spans. Phoebe Bridgers' new record, Punisher, came out a few days ago and it broke my heart just like I knew it would. Moon Song really got me so I had to write a fic about it. I put the lyrics of hers that I used in bold. 🌙🥺
“So I will wait for the next time you want me
Like a dog with a bird at your door”
Genre: emo, sad boi hours
Warnings: get ready for some intense pining, drinking / a lil bit of drunk poe, feeling like you don’t belong, straight up simping, cursing as well :)
Word count: 4178 oops
(If i used your gif, please let me know so it can add your tag!!)
-hai
GIF by @captain-flint
The Resistance hangar was a-buzz as X-Wings began to return to base from their latest mission. Resistance operatives scurried throughout the hangar, giddy to welcome the brave pilots back to base.
Trying to keep your expression light, your eyes casually scanned over the chaotic hangar for the black mop of Poe's hair or the whirring of BB-8 on the metal floor. Anxiety began to build inside you when you didn't see your friend's black and orange fighter emerge from the cloud of descending jets.
Determined to remain optimistic, you grabbed a sweat-drenched Wexley as he passed by you on the way to the hangar door. "Hey, Snap." You said, smiling tightly.
The bearded man turned to you with an accomplished grin. "Hey, Y/N! How goes it?"
"Have, uh, have you seen Poe? I can't find him." Your bottom lip snuck into your mouth.
"Uh, no. He was the one who ordered us to jump to light speed and come home, I figured he would be right behind us." Wexley's dark eyebrows furrowed and his gaze glided across the busy hangar.
"Cool, cool. Thanks." You said, refusing to allow worry to overtake you.
"I'm sure he's fine. At least he was the last time I saw him." The tall man shrugged and turned back towards a smiling Jess waiting for him in the hallway.
Your fingers began to intertwine themselves together and your heels pushed you to rock back and forth on your toes gently.
Long, drawn out moments passed without seeing the Yavinite pilot.
"Goddamnit." You cursed under your breath. Frustration began to build in your fingertips as your thoughts began to spiral.
'Is it weird that I'm still waiting for him? His squadron believes that he's fine, they're already on their way to the Mess Hall. Should I follow them? What if he's not fine and I'm the only one who notices? Would that even happen? He is the best pilot in the Resistance after all...' Your mind ricocheted aimlessly between hypotheticals.
In a desperate attempt to save a bit of your dignity, you took quiet steps back towards the hallway outside of the hangar and let your eyes drift to your boots moving under you.
Turning the corner out of the hangar, your shoulder collided with another. Your eyes whipped up from their home on your feet and your mind pulled itself out of the reverie. Your gaze met that of Leia Organa's.
"Lieutenant Y/L/N," General Organa said tersely, a power simmering behind her stare.
Struggling to comprehend what level of treason you had just committed, you began to apologize, "General, I am so sorry. I wasn't paying-"
Softly, her withered hand found a home atop your shoulder. She smiled gently and rubbed a thumb across the tense line of your shoulder.
"You look sick, Y/N. Do you feel alright?" She asked, her head cocked to the side with concern.
"Oh, no, General. I'm just, uh-"
"He'll be here." Leia interrupted, a knowing smile spreading on her face.
Your mouth opened a bit in shock and embarrassment. 'Get yourself out of this moment.' Your brain was throwing a tantrum inside you, pleading for you to just take it out and put in a drawer to rest.
"Who do you mean?" You scrunched your eyebrows in feign curiosity. You knew exactly who she was talking about, and she knew that you knew.
Putting your comfort before her own desire to tease you, the General ignored your question and continued with her previous train of thought. "We would have heard about it if he wasn't coming back. You would have felt it." She assured you. She smiled softly, moved her hand back down to her side, and walked past you towards the hangar bay.
You shifted your weight in frustration. The spasming in your heart pleaded with you to turn around and follow Leia back to the hangar. To ask her how she knew about you and Poe.
Did he tell her about you? Did he tell anyone about you? Your mind floated towards the muffled laughs and singing coming from the Mess Hall. You could steel yourself, build a fortress around your heart, and go to dinner and pretend like seeing Poe come home safely was of little interest to you.
Knocking you from your thoughts, an orange and white ball droid came barreling through the hallway, stopping to beep and boop in circles around you.
"BB-8!" You exclaimed. You kneeled down to be eye level with him. You scratched his sides happily. "Where is he, buddy?"
BB-8 rolled his eye in a 360 and beeped sarcastically as his head dome motioned towards the hangar.
You turned to look back towards the bustling hangar.
Poe was jumping out of his X-Wing. He wiggled his head out of his helmet and handed it off to the ship tech assisting him.
Your heart swelled with relief. You could feel the adrenaline of worry zipping through your arms and legs. Taking a deep breath, you took unsure steps towards the newly returned pilot.
Poe's suit had several burn marks across the chest and a piece of his sleeve clung to him by a thread. His angular face was covered in dirt and rubble collected in his thick hair.
Your steps began to quicken, seeing him so close to you now and imagining the pain of each of the new burns that he had been given so far away. Your heart flickered with desideratum at the thought of being able to take care of him. Of him trusting you to heal him. A twinge of pain shot across your chest and caught on a hook in your throat.
BB-8 rolled closely behind you as Poe's eyes finally fell upon you.
You smiled brightly, so easily overwhelmed by the pilot's attention.
A soft smile fell across Poe's face and he held out his arm towards you.
Finally reaching him, you pressed your face into the thick of his flight suit and wrapped your arms around his shoulder blades to rest your hands on the tops of his shoulders.
"Good to see you." You whispered. The words seemed to be stuck to the roof of your mouth, forcing you to overchew them on their way out.
Poe held you tight to his body, one hand gripping your neck and the other pressed against your back. His mouth sat buried in your hair, dangerously close to your skin. His breath sent ripples across your cheek as he replied, "You know I had to come back to see you."
You chuckled into the must of his burnt suit.
For this moment, things were as they should be. You had Poe in your grasp and he had you in his. He was safe and victorious and happy to see you.
So that it was too quick to mean too much, Poe pushed away from your rapturous touch.
Your heart burning in your throat, you smiled softly at him. A shaking breath coerced your chest into trembling. You let him go and realized that the two of you had suddenly become a sizable horde of Resistance fighters gathering around the returned pilot.
"Dameron!" Finn's voice boomed from across the room.
You both looked towards your friend's voice as pats on the back and the phrase, "Great job! You're a hell of a pilot!" echoed throughout the hub of people.
Finn pushed past you to gush about Poe to Poe.
"Buddy!" Poe exclaimed as Finn fell into his arms.
Without a chance to fight against it, you suddenly found yourself and the twittering BB unit standing on the outside of a collection of excited Rebels.
You sighed, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and looked down at the confused orange and white droid. "You tired?"
BB-8 twittered in a pattern that could be mistaken for a 'Hell yes' and without warning, the little droid began to roll towards Poe's quarters.
Taking one last look at the Captain, cracks began to splinter down your chest. So entrenched in the love and adoration of his admirers, his mind had wandered from you. You took a deep breath and turned to follow BB-8 back through the hanger, down the hall, and out of the main building to the Captain's quarters.
BB-8 made it to the door before you did and exclaimed happily when you typed in the code, allowing the door to slide open. The small droid zoomed quickly towards his charging pad tucked against a relatively empty bookcase.
This time, entering Poe's quarters felt like walking on eggshells. The memories of his bedsheets on your bare skin, your fingers curling around his bedframe in pleasure, and your clothes scattered across his floor pulled such emotion out of the depths. Your heart seemed to crawl up into itself thinking of how much you wanted to be with him. You wanted people to see you and wonder where Poe was. The mornings when you woke up next to him remained holy in your thoughts and haunted your days.
Beeping loudly in annoyance, BB-8 drew you into the present.
You looked towards him, embarrassed and guilty for forgetting about him.
The droid moved back and forth next to his charging pad, excited to finally get some rest.
You snickered as you sat up the charging station for him. "Okay, buddy. You ready?" You asked as three blue squares appeared on the pad, ready to charge.
BB-8 whirred onto the metal plate. He twittered a small thank you and then powered down, forcing the charging bar on the plate below him to turn green.
You smiled at the lifeless droid and took a final look around Poe's room. Jackets and partner-less boots littered the floor of his quarters. A curled-up X-Wing manual sat on his nightstand beside a half-drunk cup of water and a broken ear communicator.
Trusting that Poe Dameron would stay true to his personality and want nothing more after a mission than a big meal and a drink, you locked his bedroom door behind you and headed to the Mess Hall, your boots clacking on the floor.
The Hall was sparse, only occupied by those still awake at this time of night and in need of a cup of coffee, as well as the celebrating Black Squadron.
Catching Jess's eye as you walked past the group of chatting fighter pilots, you flashed her a smile.
The warm woman smiled back at you and tapped the table top beside her. "Y/N! Come sit with us." She said.
You laughed and moved around the table to sit beside her.
Helmets and trays of food cluttered the table top under the lieu of conversation between the pilots.
"Man, that high side gun pass..." Wexley stated, shaking his head and shoving another bite into his mouth.
Kare laughed and leaned back in her seat. "Snap, I don't think that would have worked without Poe there to save your ass."
The squadron laughed softly and you pulled the meat of your lip in between your teeth.
Jess elbowed your side softly. "Why don't you get some food?"
You cheeks grew red and you said sheepishly, "Oh, yeah, food."
Standing from the table, you went to the serving line and waited patiently for the Resistance cook, Zeno, to make his appearance behind the line.
Zeno scurried out from behind a huge floating refrigerator, a crate of giant eggs in his arms, and caught a glimpse of you.
"Lieutenant Y/L/N! Uh, just one second, ma'am." The Bothan said anxiously.
You smiled. "Take your time, Zeno."
The man smiled graciously and put away the eggs, wiped beading sweat from his brow and then raked his hands down his spattered apron. Taking his place at the beginning of the line, he asked, "What would you like?"
Your eyes flitted over the tray of steaming Nuna legs, the rack of portion bread, and the assortment of fruit piled up at the end of the line.
"Uh, just a little of everything." You smirked.
Zeno nodded and began the task of fishing Nuna legs out of a pan with tongs. "I saw Finn run out of here with a bunch of other people earlier...the X-Wings make it back okay?"
You nodded heartily and put your hands in your pockets. "Yeah, I think they did."
"Good, good." The Bothan said. His eyebrow raised and his large eyes flicked up to yours momentarily.
A shiver of anxiety ran through you. 'Did Zeno know about you and Poe? How could he know? Would it matter if he knew?'
You forced your mind to re-center itself by taking the full tray out of Zeno's hands.
"Thanks." You said, a touch of suspicion in your voice. Turning from the man, you had the inclination to run. To run from the Bothan's wandering eyes and the sly looks from Jess and the bubbling excitement of talking about Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the Resistance. Your lungs feeling rickety, you took your seat alongside Jess.
She smiled at you when you sat back down, but kept her attention on the conversation heating up between the other pilots.
"Y/N, does Poe snore?" Kare asked, pulling you into a foreign conversation. Her arm reached across Jess and her fingers extended towards you, throwing the group's attention to your blank face.
You blushed, "What do you mean?"
"When he's asleep, does he snore?" The pilot pressed again, a smirk plastered across her face.
"I-"
Suddenly, a crowd of people burst through the doors of the Mess Hall. The glow of conversation and laughter cast light across the relatively empty dining room.
Finn's head bobbed up and down in the center of it all, his pride for his friends seemingly emitting from his body.
You let out a breath of relief and caught a glimpse of Poe as he was pulled into the Mess Hall by Finn's determined arm.
Poe was laughing and his eyes were shining, even from here you could see them. His eyes were focused on returning high fives and patting backs. He said something unintelligible to the crowd of adorers and they seemed to disperse a bit. Space was created around him and you could see his chest let out a deep breath. His eyes scanned the hall and landed on your face.
You beamed at him, flecks of passion twinkling on your face.
He smiled softly and then waved to his squad. He exclaimed and the pilots around you shouted back in celebration.
Poe was still in his burnt suit, not being able to change out of it yet because of his admirers. He walked quickly towards your table, Finn jogging along loyally. Poe reached out to give Wexley a handshake and Snap wiped his hands on a napkin before returning the gesture.
Finn swung into the seat on your other side, greeting you somewhat gruffly, "Y/N, hey."
"Hey, have you heard from Rey-" You asked, thankful for something to divert your attention from Kare's line of questioning moments before.
Finn answered without diverting his attention from Poe, "No, I haven't heard from her. Poe, what happened next?"
The smiling Captain took a seat next to Wexley and pulled off his tattered gloves. "So, we didn't know what had happened to Blue Squadron, hadn't heard from them at all. We got TIEs coming at us from all directions. So, I-" Poe paused mid-story. "Wait, where's BB-8?"
Your heart began to thump against your dry throat. Unsure of what to say, you shoved a piece of Nuna leg in your mouth.
The pilots of his squad fell silent, looking to the others with raised eyebrows.
Chewing your food aggressively, you tried to work out what, if anything, you could say that would let Poe know his droid was already asleep in his room, but that would still keep the secret of your relationship hidden from his co-workers.
Kare broke the tension, "Poe, do you snore?"
"What?" Poe exclaimed, irritated that Kare had brushed away his concern for his friend in such a cavalier move.
"We have a bet going and we need to know. Y/N wouldn't tell us." Kare's dark eyes jumped to meet yours.
Finn jumped back from you in confusion.
You swallowed your bite of meat and said defiantly, "I didn't tell you because I don't know."
Poe's gaze met yours. The crinkles around his eyes lay flat and the stars in his eyes seemed to burn a touch too hot. He stood from his seat, "No, Kare, I don't snore. I gotta find my droid."
That was a lie, he snored like a rocket launching.
"I think I saw him rolling towards your quarters, Poe." You offered, keeping your tone casual.
The Captain sent you a cautious glare and retreated back to his seat. "He must have been tired." Poe shrugged, his shoulders shaking off any hint that the two of you were somehow connected.
The rest of his squadron allowed the momentary awkwardness to wash over them.
Snap added a period to the end of the sentence. "Drinks?" He asked.
The pilots around you exclaimed and you nodded yes, your mouth full of portion bread.
The burly man stood from his seat and went back to the serving line to gather the liquor.
Finn snuck a really crunchy piece of fried Nuna skin from your tray and you smirked at him.
Instinctively, your eyes looked to the exhausted Poe Dameron. His fingers rubbed up and down his helmet and the rain of melancholy seemed to cloud his face.
Knowing there was no one else on Base who could see Poe as clearly as you did sat like a curse upon your head. Knowing how fully you would collapse into him almost made you glad he wouldn't let you. Knowing that you could take his pain away, but that he wouldn't let you, gave you the feeling of floating, or falling maybe.
Snap returned with the overflowing metal steins of beer, the contents sloshing over the sides as he sat them on the table in front of him.
Jess slid one to you and you gratefully took a full swig. The liquid burned the back of your throat and tickled the nerves in your teeth.
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"Can I walk you home?" Poe slurred, his finger drawing abstract designs on your cheek.
You blushed, whether from the alcohol or the pilot, you were too happy to tell. You nodded softly. The tops of your teeth pressed into your bottom lip and your hand wandered underneath Poe's flight suit to graze his bare chest.
The man's body was slumped into his chair beside the empty Mess Hall table. All the harsh lines and scattered regimentation of his job had faded. Poe beamed at you and kissed the inside of your wrist. His smile lines seemed to fill up his face and the strength of his umber eyes seemed to tear at the cracks in your chest.
"Lesss go." The Captain slurred. His strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you towards the door of the dining hall.
Thinking that he would miss them, you snatched his flight gloves from where they had fallen on the floor of the hall after Snap and Poe had started a game of Sabacc.
Poe pulled you through the door of the Hall and, after looking both ways down the long deserted hallway, threw an arm around your waist. He buried his face in the nape of your neck and took in a long breath.
The feeling of him so close to you punctured your sweet bubble of drunkenness. You wrapped an arm around his back and you walked like this through the sleeping Resistance base.
Poe found it difficult to move without dragging his feet and with every misstep, more of his weight fell upon you.
Finally, the both of you arrived in front of his bedroom door.
"Y/N," Poe slurred, his face still nesting in your neck.
"Hmm?" You responded. You ran a hand lightly through his mess of curls.
"I gotta tell you something." He said quietly.
"What is it?" The beating of your heart seemed to emit from your palms.
"Can I kiss you?" His face moved away from your neck now, but his grip stayed firm around your side.
You turned to him and smiled.
Of course he could kiss you. Of course he could call you in the middle of the night to come over and just lay with him. Of course he could keep you a secret as long as he needed to. Of course, he could.
A fracture of pain struck a chord in your heart as you wrapped your arms around the drunken pilot's neck. "Of course." You whispered, afraid that if you said it any louder he would be able to hear what you wanted to say.
Poe smiled deviously and moved your neck so that he could reach your lips easier. His mouth was kind to yours, pulling gently and tugging with passion.
Your body rested like water in his hands. Making sure to note every texture, you let your fingers wander to the bottoms of his thick curls. Pulling and twisting around them.
Poe's hands gripped your sides and with one last squeeze, he pulled away from you. He smiled softly at you and put in his bedroom door passcode. The door slid open to reveal a darkened bedroom and a sleeping BB-8.
You took in a shaking breath, jealous of the moon light shining thorough his windows. What an honor to spend your life shining across Poe's skin.
For a moment, you waited to hear those words. You waited for him to tell you he wanted you. But, only silence permeated the dark hallway.
"See you tomorrow, Dameron." You conceded, turning on your heel back towards your barracks. Determined to make it to your bed before you started crying.
"I know what you're doing, Y/N." He accused loudly, soberness seeming to return to him in bits and pieces.
You could feel the rush of blood rising in your cheeks. "What am I doing?"
"The answer is still no." He said with an authoritative tone, his head bent down to look out from his eyebrows at you.
You swallowed the ball of fire in your throat. "I'm just making sure you got home safe."
Poe smirked and started to untie his boots already. "You think that doing this stuff will change things," He paused to chuck a grimy boot through his bedroom door. "But it won't. There's things that neither of us can change." He began to untie the other one.
"Well..." You started. The stark reality and the casual way in which he stated it shoved a stake down the canyons in your heart. "I just..want to be here for the next time you want me." Quivering tears threatened to draw trails down your cheeks.
Poe stood up straight and shifted his weight. He placed hands on his hips and the movement reminded you of him hunched around the holopads in the command center. "Y/N, you knew what this would be when we started. You know the rules. There's nothing you can do or say that will change things. I'm not the bad guy here."
You nodded and blinked back emotion. "I know you're not. I just..."
A tug of war began in your mind as you contemplated what you wanted to say and what you should say. The trembling in your chest compelled you and without more than a whisper of forethought you said, "I feel lonely when you're gone and I feel lonely when you're here. I am jealous of your squadron because they get to see you every day and hear your voice for most of their day and...I don't know. I just..."
You cut yourself short and your gaze fell to your boots. The alcohol still in your system threw everything spinning. Taking brazen steps back to Poe, you grabbed one of his hands in yours.
"If I could give you every moon in every single system, I would. I'm sorry if that's hard to hear, but it's how I feel. You're worth it to me, Poe. Whatever we would have to do to be together, you would be worth it to me." Your voice shook and drifted through the hallway in snaggled shards.
Poe's eyes were wide and borrowing into yours. His strong hands turned limp in your grasp.
Desperately, you searched his face for a response. The only thing to be found there was a blank look and deep, mahogany colored eyes combing over your face.
Gritting your teeth, you pulled his flying gloves from your back pocket and placed them in his hands.
"You'll need these." You ended, turning from him and walking as steady as you could back towards your bedroom. Every step carving out more and more of a rift between the two of you.
The promise that the same moon kissing Poe's skin would be kissing yours, gave you just enough comfort to persuade you to fall asleep.
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“Chasing Jessi”: A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 7: Tinkerbell & The Lost Boy
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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story
Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.
Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)
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Sirius Black was lounging comfortably in his bunk.
He hadn't even bothered to change out of the KISS shirt and black flannel pajama bottoms at this point.
He was reading through a book that he'd borrowed from Jess.
Contrary to popular belief... Sirius actually loved to read.
He’d rather die than admit that but he’d learned from an early age that it could easily provide an escape from his horrible daily life.
Again though, he’d rather die than admit and let someone see him doing it.
He was up rather early on a Sunday morning- something that used to be obscenely out of character before he played Quidditch.
Now, it seemed that his biological clock was against him.
However, it proved rather useful when wanting the shower to yourself or getting to breakfast while everyone was still in bed.
He'd been to breakfast already and was currently just relaxing for he had been informed by a tired looking Lily Evans that Jess was not coming down for breakfast this morning.
He had been slightly disappointed but guessed that it was because the two girls had been up late talking.
He figured that girls did that just as much as boys did.
Although, for Jess's sake he hoped not because James had nearly driven him mad last night by both talking about every detail of his and Lily's date and all but demanding the same from Sirius.
Honestly, boys were just as bad as girls when it came to gossip.
If not worse.
However, he supposed he could just try and read this ridiculous book of hers until she awoke.
He had really just settled in and was beginning to immerse himself into this fantasy world when....
"Sirius!!!"
His brows furrowed and he glanced over at Remus who was studying on the floor in front of his bunk but he only shrugged.
"Sirius! Ooof! Sorry! Sirius!"
"What in the name of Merlin?" he pondered as he sat the book down and went to the door to see none other than his hyperactive girlfriend balancing a package on her hip and apologizing to a fourth year boy who went white as a ghost at the sight of her.
"You're ...you're not supposed to be up here." the boy said.
"Oh, I'm sorry." she said to him. "I'm just looking for Sirius. See, I have something I have to-"
The boy was too shaken to speak.
To be fair, she was still wearing her pajamas and he was a fourteen year old boy, most likely with a crush on her.
And she was only wearing a big floppy yellow smiley face shirt and some rather short multi colored shorts.
"Over here, love." Sirius smirk.
She turned to face him with a relieved smile looking so odd with her floral cat ear headband and her big blue monster house shoes.
"Thanks, anyway." she told the boy and gave him a one armed hug.
Sirius almost snorted when the boy looked as if he may pass out.
The poor boy probably didn't know whether he found her attractive, terrifying or strange....or all three.
"What are you doing up here?" he asked her as she came to a stop in front of him, "And in your pajamas no less?"
"I have something for you." she said simply but he smirked and she smacked him in the stomach, "Not that!"
"Aw, and it's almost my birthday too." he moaned playfully and he opened the door and let her him.
"Hello, Remus." she greeted the studious green eyed boy.
"Oh, uh, hi Jess." he said a little surprised to see her there, especially in her pjs.
"Remus, she beats me." Sirius wailed dramatically. "She wounds me."
"If it's to your pride..." he said. "I suggest she do it some more. Your head is far too big as it is."
Jess grinned in victory.
Sirius gasped, "Moony, old boy, I can't believe it! Everyone's mistreating me and it's almost my birthday!"
"Sirius, if you don't come sit down, then I'm going to open your present." she informed him smartly.
"Present?" he asked. "What present?"
"This one." she said tapping the lid of the green box.
"You got me a present?" he asked curiously taking a seat on the bunk as the box lay between them.
"No." she said. "Well, yes. I did. But this isn't it. This is from my mum and dad."
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"From mum and dad." she repeated. "She sent a blasted howler as well. Damn near threatened my life if I opened it. So I'm guessing it's rather good and most likely involving food. Best open it sooner than later."
Sirius' hands shook just a little as he pulled the box open and cringed as a howler floated out.
It was that same familiar shape that he recognized as the ones Jess usually got.
From previous experiences, he was expecting yelling but relaxed when he saw the letter transform and the dark wax sealed lips give him a smile.
It began to speak in a soothing tone,
"Hello, Dear. Happy Birthday! I do hope you have a good one this year and that you get this package in time.
Jess mentioned that you had a particular liking for toffee and fudge so I do hope you like what's inside.
She also mentioned that you loved music and so there is something extra special inside from my husband. He said that he wanted it to go someone who could appreciate her as he much as he did. I wasn't allowed to see so I'm trusting that it's appropriate and if it's it not, you'd best tell me so I can tan his hide!
Everything is under the shrinking charm so all you need to do is use the Engorgio charm. If you have trouble with it, I would advise you to ask Lily rather than Jess. She means well but she tends to get terribly excited and...blow things up.
We are so excited to see Jess making such lovely friends! She speaks very highly of you and bless your soul, you must be patient to deal with her antics! I do hope she isn't being too rough.
Some of those pictures... Merlin, I feared she'd nearly kill you with that one on the broom. I've told her about that! Nevertheless, any friend of hers is a friend to us. Welcome to the family, sweet boy.
Have a wonderful birthday, dear! May you have many more!
P.S. Do not let my child con you out of your presents with her innocent face. I know that she 'seems' sweet but if you give in...you'll regret it. Trust me. Her father has been wrapped around her finger since she was six seconds old. "
When the letter was finished it ripped itself up and turned to ash.
Sirius was a little disappointed.
It had been so nice...he had kind of wanted to keep it.
He glanced up to find Remus looking at him curiously and Jess looking mildly offended.
"She makes me sound like some kind of animal." she scoffed.
"Well..." Remus smirked. "I'd say more reptilian. You do have a certain, what was it you called it Padfoot? Dragon lady...quality about you."
"Remus Lupin!" she scolded him. "You are a booger head and I am not talking to you anymore!"
"I have chocolate." he said lifting his brows at her and holding up a piece.
"All is forgiven." she said racing over to join him.
"So what did she get you?" she piped up from her spot with Remus on the floor.
Sirius reached into the box to pull out a container and he smiled.
"Toffee." he smiled.
"Oooh!" she gushed and jumped on his bed. "That's mum homemade toffee! It's really good! She won a blue ribbons for it at the local Muggle fair!"
He pulled another out and observed the white chunks with rainbow sprinkles.
"Birthday cake fudge." he smiled as he read the label aloud.
"It's really good." Jess nodded. "It tastes like white chocolate and cake batter. Mum makes it for Dad every year on his birthday. I bet she had to make two batches!"
He pulled out a jar of something and for just a moment it made him think of firewhiskey but he smiled when he read the label.
'Sirius, dear, this is a new recipe I'm trying out. It's called Toffee Syrup. We like to put it in porridge, tea, pumpkin juice, coffee...come to think of it, anything really. I've added just a bit something special to this one. I'd love to hear what you think.'
"Mum'll kill me for telling you this but it's really good you mix it with firewhiskey and put it over ice cream." Jess piped up and he lifted his brows at her.
"And here I thought you were sweet and innocent." he commented.
She laughed, "Sirius, we both know I'm far from either of those."
He pulled out a black knitted hat.
"Oh, Mum, doesn't want you to catch cold!" she wailed dramatically.
"Don't cry on it." he teased.
"But she stitched it with love, Sirius!" she wailed again.
He resisted the urge to shove her off the bed when something caught his eye.
A small black case and upon further inspection he realized that it was a guitar case.
'Engorgio.' he murmured and enlarged it before pulling the zipper open to reveal a beautiful black acoustic guitar.
"Ophelia!" Jess squeaked.
"What?" Sirius asked her.
"It's Ophelia." she said. "It's Dad's guitar. He let me name her when I was a little girl."
Sirius frowned, "Oh, maybe you should have it then."
"Nah." she shook her head. "I'm rubbish at guitar. I'm a drums kind of girl...much to mum's dismay."
She grinned wickedly and pretended to play the drums.
She never failed to make him laugh.
He pulled it out and ran his hand over it before glancing into the case and seeing the matching strap and an envelope.
He opened the envelope to reveal a small note and a silver chain with a matching guitar pick on the end.
"Hello, Sirius.
I hope you have a very Happy Birthday. Jess tells me that you love music along with many other things.
She seems quite fond of you and speaks of you quite a lot. Which is considerably out of character for her. You have to understand that for the longest time when she wrote home...it was usually to tell us that Lily's eyebrows had grown back or that she'd was very close to finding redcap colony.
Naturally, as her father, I was a little defensive about you at first. However, you seem like an alright lad and she seems to take a liking to you. Any man that will willingly let her braid rainbow colored yarn into their hair....well you're alright with me, kid.
I hope you have a great birthday and you enjoy old Ophelia. P.S. If you press the guitar pick, you can record yourself. Comes in handy when you're working on songs. '
Sirius carefully sealed the letter back up and placed everything delicately back in the box.
"Sirius?" Jess whispered.
"You have really, really good parents." he said quietly.
Remus quietly left the room, deciding it was best to give the two of them some time.
"I know." she said softly.
Sirius just nodded, still just slightly shaking until she placed her hand on his.
"Maybe you can meet them sometime. You know, to properly welcome you to the family and all." she said.
There was more to that statement than either of them were willing to talk about at that moment.
Grey eyes caught green and they just stared for a moment.
She decided to break the tension with some comedy.
"Mum may be swayed by your charms but I will not being giving you your present from me until it's your actual birthday." she said.
"You got me a present?" he questioned.
"Yes, and I'm not telling so don't even try!" she scolded as she stuck her finger in his face.
He smirked at her challenge as he carefully placed the box underneath his bed and grabbed her ankle.
"Not even if I do...." he trailed off as he hovered above her neck. "This."
She bit her lip when his lips caressed her skin.
"No!" she cried out. "Don't use your tricks!"
"How about here?" he asked kissing her nose.
"Never." she whispered.
"Alright." he said. "But I think I'll try one more."
"I'll never surrender, Captain Hook!" she called out, grinning wickedly as she saw her book on his bed side table.
"Now, now Tinkerbell. Let's not be rash." he teased. "Now give me some of that pixie dust."
She erupted into a fit of giggles, "Sirius Black, Lord of the Cheeseballs!"
He tickled her relentlessly, "Surrender!"
"Never!" she said rolling out from underneath him and racing into the halls, "Lost Boys, unite! We have to defend ourselves against the terrible Captain Hook!"
The muggleborns got it, thought it was weird, but go it.
Everyone...just kind of wrote it off as Jess being Jess.
And James Potter stood at the foot of stairs looking at his friend with an odd expression on his face.
"What?" Sirius asked.
James shook his head.
"Nothing. It's just...you two are clearly into some weird things." he said.
Sirius laughed and shoved his friend along into his room.
The thing was...he didn't mind her little games.
He loved them almost as much as he did her.
Chapter Six
Chapter Eight
Hello, loves! How do we feel about Sirius’ early bday present from Jess’ parents? How are we liking their relationship so far?
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All my love darlings!
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Important Work
a short destiel quarantine au featuring doctor!dean and professor!cas with a little shameless star trek reference. heart ripping certified by @wanderingcas
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It takes a bit of shuffling but Cas is able to move all his groceries to one arm and raise his fist to knock on the bright yellow door. “Mildred, it’s Castiel! I’m leaving your groceries on the porch!”
He lowers one of the large bags to the welcome mat and backs away a safe distance. It’s not long until the door opens, revealing an elderly woman. Despite having no reason to leave her home for weeks now she’s still dressed to entertain the queen, hair curled and pinned back elegantly, pearls decorating her throat.
“Oh, thank you, dear,” she gushes as she picks up the bag. “I tried to order online like my granddaughter told me but that damn Amazon is just too much for someone as old as me.”
Cas smiles as she vents, familiar with her feud with technology after years of living next to each other. “It’s no problem at all, Mildred. Let us know if you need anything else.”
Mildred’s smile gets impossibly kinder. “What would I do without you boys? Oh, that reminds me. How is that lovely husband of yours? I heard the hospital has been a bit of a wreck.”
Cas’s chest tightens at just the mention of the place and he doesn’t bother trying to smother his grimace. “Dean’s well but it has been pretty tense. Everyone is tired and overworked.”
“I can’t help but worry about him,” Mildred frets. “My heart always sinks when I see his car is gone.”
Cas knows the feeling well, just as he’s come to know the pathetic relief he feels whenever he gets home and sees the impala in the driveway and can finally breathe.
“And of course I keep hearing about all these doctors and nurses who can’t even come home!” Mildred sighs. “It’s just heartbreaking.”
It’s not a topic Cas likes to talk about. This entire pandemic has been beyond Cas’s worst nightmares and the only thing keeping him together after a day of panicked headlines, crying nurses, and rising death tolls, is holding his husband in their bed at the end of the day. Or every few days as it’s become of late. “He’s doing what’s important to him,” he says, mostly to himself to be honest. It’s become somewhat of a mantra these days, a reminder of peace, a minor sense of control. It’s what Dean wants.
“God bless him,” Mildred prays with a revered head shake. “Well, I won’t keep you from your beau any longer. You go give him a kiss for me, okay? Have a good night, dear.”
With a kind goodbye, Cas waves and crosses the yard toward home with the remainder of his groceries. Dean is supposed to have tomorrow off - his first free day in too many weeks. And it just happens to be a Saturday which means Cas has no online classes or work to prepare for his college students. Cas plans to stuff his husband full of pasta and wine tonight and then tomorrow they’re going to stay in bed until noon and won’t think of any future plans. Just enjoy the moment they have with each other while they can.
Just thinking of having Dean all to himself for more than a few hours is enough to make him grin and walk just that must faster.
Dean is nowhere to be found when he gets inside and for a moment Cas worries he may be sleeping. Then he hears footsteps upstairs. Smiling, Cas drops the groceries in the kitchen and hurries up the stairs to their room.
“Are you ready for the best shrimp alfredo you’ve ever-” Cas swings into the room only to freeze, smile dropping just like his heart falls to his stomach when he sees the half-full suitcase on the bed.
Dean looks close to death, big purple bags under his eyes and he’s certainly thinner than he had been even just a month ago. His hair is long and greasy and ruffled and there’s hardly a spark in his eye aside from what Cas recognizes as guilt.
“Dean?” Cas whispers, not daring to walk closer. He looks at the suitcase again, then back at Dean. “No,” he says and again, but louder. “No.”
“It’s for the best, Cas,” Dean sighs.
“No!” Cas says again. “I thought we talked about this. It’s safer for you to come home.”
“But more dangerous for you ,” Dean argues. He drops the shirt in his hands and turns fully. He’s still in his scrubs and usually the sight lights a fire in Cas but now he wants to strip his husband down for entirely different reasons.
“We’re not having this conversation,” Cas says with every ounce of confidence he has.
“Cas-”
“No,” Cas snaps. It’s quiet but fierce. Severe. “No. You are going to go get in the shower and I am going to go start dinner. I don’t want to hear another word of this.”
“Dammit, Cas, be reasonable here,” Dean says, voice raising above a whisper for the first time. “I don’t want this either. But I… things are getting bad. Hell, they’ve been bad. Benny left Andrea two weeks ago. Jesse has been staying with his brother. Donna hasn’t seen her kids in I don’t know how long. And it sucks.” Dean’s voice breaks and Cas can’t breathe. “They’re hurting and I see it every day. But the only thing keeping them going as more and more beds fill and the masks keep disappearing is knowing that at least their families are safe. I have to keep you safe, Cas.”
“That’s not your decision to make!” Cas says.
Dean shakes his head. “Actually, it is. And I won’t risk you.” He picks up his discarded shirt and puts it in the bag.
Cas feels like he’s being pulled in a million directions. He wants to continue screaming. He wants to snatch Dean’s bag away and dump everything out. He wants to tackle Dean to the floor and hold him down until he comes to his senses. But as Dean continues to move calmly around their room, packing his back, Cas realizes that Dean has come to his senses. Cas can’t stop him.
Dean is the one who notices that he’s crying. “Oh, sweetheart…” Dean stops and pulls Cas’s body against his. Cas’s hands knot in the soft blue fabric of his shirt and cling. “I’m so sorry,” Dean whispers in his ear, lips brushing so gently and lovingly against his neck. “I’m so sorry.”
Cas shakes his head and buries his face in Dean’s neck, breathing his husband in as deeply as he can. “Not your fault,” he whispers.
Dean’s hands rub his back, comforting and soothing. “I can still be sorry. If I had known something like this was going to happen, I never would have-”
“Don’t.” Cas pulls away far enough to look into Dean’s eyes. They’re so sad and tired, a dull green instead of the bright summer fields he loves to compare them to. “This is our life. Maybe we didn’t anticipate a global pandemic, but the risks were still high and we knew that.” Cas releases Dean’s shirt so he can slide his hands up Dean’s chest, feel his heartbeat. “I’m going to miss you.”
Something close to a choking sound comes from Dean and Cas is being squeezed impossibly closer. “I’m going to miss you, too.”
They finish packing together, Cas sorting through the toiletries to make sure Dean will have everything he needs. He packs some snacks for Dean too, puts the ingredients for dinner away to save for whenever they’re together again.
Their hug at the front door is long and silent, neither really capable of verbally expressing goodbye. All too soon, Dean is gone and Cas is left staring at the door he disappeared behind.
This is important to him , he reminds himself for the thousandth time. People need him.
Cas heads for the stairs, appetite long gone. He’s about halfway up when he hears a strange knocking. Not on the door… but the window?
Cas follows the sound to the living room and frowns when he recognizes his husband on the other side of the glass. Dean spots him and smiles.
“Did you forget something?” Cas calls as he walks closer.
Instead of answering, Dean raises his hand and flattens his palm against the window. He still doesn’t speak, just watches Cas until it clicks.
Cas can’t help but snort even as he feels the little burning sensation of tears build behind his eyes. He finally stops just inches from the window and arches a brow at his ridiculous husband. “Star Trek? Really?”
Dean shrugs, smile so gentle and easy and just for Cas.
Cas flattens his palm over Dean’s, loves the way Dean’s eyes brighten as Cas returns the gesture.
“You know why I saved you?”
It’s all too on-the-nose, but Cas says his line like the dutiful husband he is. “Because you love me.”
Dean nods, eyes crinkling as his smile becomes that much bigger. “And because you’re my friend.”
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New Beginnings
Could I perchance ask you to write a Kara/Lena/Alex fic? I have absolutely no prompt for you lol just would like to see those 3 get together. (I do prefer getting together stories over established relationship). For @sugarampersandjoy
A/n: I'm sorry this took so long! I couldn't think of how to do it then boom! It popped in my head and here we are. I hope you like it! (I wasnt quite sure how to end it lol)
I also don't know shit about Krypton so if the information Alura gives Kara is wring let's ignore that lol
Alex sits and watches her sister and her best friend talk, not quite sure how to interact with the youngest Luthor. One moment Kara and her were having lunch, the next Lena was sitting with them complaining how Jess, her assistant, was making her leave the lab to eat.
Sitting back and observing their interaction, the agent notes how her sister lights up as Lena talks about her latest inventions, how she blushes when Lena looks at her through her dark lashes and when she touches Kara’s forearm as she laughs.
With a sinking heart, she realizes the young CEO liked her sister and that Kara returned the feelings. Before she could dismiss herself, Alex was pulled into the conversation.
“Alex, you work with bio-engineering! I don’t understand what Lena’s saying but you should.” Kara, practically bouncing in her seat, grabs and holds onto Alex’s hand, excited for her two best friends to get along.
A long conversation and a possible breakthrough later, Lena is saying bye and rushing back to her lab to try the equation Alex wrote out for her.
Once Kara had her cheeks full of sticky buns, Alex turned to the Kryptonian with a shit eating grin. “You like Lena,” Alex taunted in a singsong voice, watching the blonde almost choke on the sweet bread.
“No I do-don’t!” Kara protested, voice hoarse.
“You do, you can’t lie to me Kara.” Alex poked her sister in the sides, making the alien squirm. “Admit it, Kar!”
“May-maybe,” Kara stuttered, trying not to laugh too loud. When she finally choked the words out, Alex relented her attack and sat back smugly.
“See that wasn’t so hard, now you just have to ask her out.” Before Kara could protest, Alex sat forward and looked her in the eye. “I’m serious, Kara. Ask her out, I’m almost positive she likes you too.”
“No she doesn’t, Alex.” Kara sighed, picking at her sticky buns. Alex’s hand cupping her cheek drew her attention, blue eyes meeting soft brown ones.
“Trust me, Kar. As Cat would say, “Dive”. No risk, no reward right?” When Kara gave a hesitant nod and smile, Alex smiled back and moved away. “Now that’s decided, let's finish eating and head back to the DEO.”
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“Hey Lee,” Kara called out, walking into the lab with Big Belly Burger bags. She followed the sound of her name, being waved over by the raven haired CEO.
“Kara, your sister is a genius! You know the part I was stuck on?” Seeing the blondes nod, Lena turned back to the microscope. “Well the equation that your sister gave me worked! Thanks to her this project has been launched forward weeks.” Looking at the breathless CEO, Kara smiled softly and decided that she was going to ask Lena now.
Leading them to an empty lab table, Kara set down their orders while Lena took off her lab coat and wiped down the table with disinfecting wipes. Listening to Lena gush about her project and Alex, Kara took a deep breath. “Lena I-”
“You should ask her out you know.” Kara stopped talking, surprised by what the woman had said. Letting out a confused ‘what’, Kara stared at her best friend. “I saw how you guys looked at each other when we were having lunch, I know you like each other. And it wouldn’t be a big deal if you guys dated, you’re not even related- hell you’re not even human! I’m sure things were different on Krypton?”
Kara murmured a quiet confirmation, not even really thinking about it. “See? It wouldn’t be a big deal and I’m sure the Superfriends wouldn’t even care either- maybe Winn but that’s cause he likes you.”
Kara didn’t really hear the rest of the brunettes monologue, too distracted by the thoughts and feeling swirling around her head. Dismissing herself, Kara left Lena in the lab and flew off in a daze.
Sighing, the CEO watched her best friend leave with a heavy heart. The youngest Luthor was in love with the bubbly blonde but she would never get in the way of her best friends happiness.
Kara slumped heavily onto the ledge of Catco, eyes glazed over and mind dazed. Alex said I like Lena, and I do. But Lena thinks I like Alex. Is she right? Oh Rao, what do I do? Kara had these thoughts and more swirling. Lena had said things might be different on Krypton, could she be right? Determined, Kara took off to the DEO to talk to the one person who could help- her mother’s hologram.
Cracking the concrete with her arrival, Kara brushed past Winn, absently waving back to him. Putting in the code and powering up the hologram, Kara paced along the wall gathering her thoughts. “Is something wrong with me?”
Kara frowned at her blurted question, continuing before her mother could interrupt. “Was it normal on Krypton for someone to love two people romantically?”
“Yes,” the hologram answered in a monotone voice. “Although rarer in the years leading up to Krypton's destruction, it was common in the past.”
“How?” Kara sat down, preparing to learn all she could before she made a decision on where to go from here.
Couple hours later and Kara was leaving the room with a new outlook, ready to act on it.
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Kara fixed her hair before opening the door, revealing Lena standing there with a bottle of wine in hand. Ushering Lena into the apartment, Kara took the wine and directed the woman to the bedroom where some sweats and a t-shirt were waiting for her.
Setting up the Netflix and all the snacks, Kara heard the elevator ding and Alex’s heartbeat approaching. Grabbing the wine glasses, Kara called for her sister to enter the apartment. The redhead entered the living room with boxes of pizza then headed to the kitchen to grab plates.
“Hey Alex,” Lena called as she pulled her hair into a bun, makeup gone and relaxing in Kara’s clothes. Calling back a greeting, Alex wiggled her eyebrows at Kara. Kara rolled her eyes in response, punching Alex and sending her to change in an effort to hide the blush lighting up her face.
Plopping onto the couch, Kara pulled Lena into a side hug. Grabbing some pizza, Kara called out to Alex to ask what movie she wanted to watch.
The responding “Nothing too romantic” sent Lena into a fit of laughter. “You know just as well as I do that’s not an option, Danvers.”
“Maybe, Luthor,” Alex jumped over the back of the couch, grabbing the wine. “But it was worth a shot.”
Quarter of the way through a random romance movie, Kara paused it. “Thank God, please tell me you changed your mind.” Alex groaned out, sending her sister a playful grin.
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you guys about.” Hearing Kara’s seriousness, both women sat up and gave the Kryptonian their full attention. “After the lunch we had together I realized some things.”
“Kara,” Alex said softly, slightly frowning. “I was just teasing you, if I was wrong then you can just say so.”
“No Alex, thing is you were right. But so was Lena.” Seeing the confused looks they shared, Kara took a deep breath and turned to Lena. “After that lunch, Alex had teased me about liking you- I denied it at first but then I realized I did. I went to your lab to ask you out,” Lena opened her mouth to say something but Kara rushed to continue.
“Lena had said I liked you, Alex.” Kara murmured lowly, scared to meet either of their gazes. “After thinking about it I realized that she was right, I did have feelings for you. And it scared me because you’re supposed to be my sister, and I can’t lose you.
“I left the lab and went to the DEO to talk to my mom's hologram. Turns out in the older days of Krypton, polyamorous relationships were common. I talked to her about how it worked, and about my feelings for you guys.” Another deep breath and Kara steeled herself, meeting the gazes of two of the most important people in her life. “I like both of you, and I’d like to be in a relationship with both of you.
“You don’t have to date each other, it can be me dating Lena and me dating Alex and you guys being friends, that parts up to you. I- if either of you are even interested in dating me, that is. If not then we can pretend this didn’t happen and we can go back to the movie. Rao this was a bad idea, let’s just watch the movie, yeah? Yeah, ok.”
With the movie going again and Kara stubbornly staring at the screen, Lena and Alex talked, heads ducked low and voices quiet. Coming to a conclusion, Lena took the remote while Alex got up to sit on the table in front of Kara.
With each of them holding Kara’s hands, Alex stared at the blonde in front of her. “Lena and I talked, Kar. We both like you.”
“And,” Lena cut in, gaining Kara’s attention. “There is some attraction between Alex and I, so we are willing to try this out. But only if you really want this.”
All three women sat in silence, giving Kara time to think. When Kara slowly nodded, Alex beamed. “Yeah?” When Kara nodded again, Lena tapped her chin.
“We need you to say it outloud, Kara. Do you want this?” With a steeled gaze, Kara met the brunettes eyes.
“Yes,” meeting Alex’s gaze, Kara gave another nod. “Yeah, I want this.”
“Good,” Alex slid closer, kneeling by Kara’s feet. “Can I kiss you?” Not giving an answer, Kara dragged Alex into a kiss. Soft and hesitant, the kiss was short, the two women pulling back to rest their foreheads together. Pulling herself out of her trance, Alex pulled back for Lena to move closer.
With one more check in, Lena pulled Kara into her. Just as hesitant, Lena was more demanding in the kiss compared to Alex, but gentle nonetheless. When the blonde pulled back, Lena moved towards Alex, pulling her up onto the couch. The two women shared a heated kiss, pulling back breathless. Resituating on the couch, Kara played the movie, both women cuddled up on either side, fingers tangled together on Kara’s abdomen.
They’d figure out their date later, and how to break it to the group and later on Eliza, but for now they were content in the moment.
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merry christmas/happy belated birthday!
It was cold. That was the first thing that registered. Any lingering warmth hiding in his body was being drained out by the cool impassive stone he lie on, drank up greedily only to fade and freeze. He felt this, the cold that went beneath his skin. Cold veins. Cold guts. Cold bones. The second thing he notices, as his eyes slanted open, was that it was dark.
Oh, he thought, in that cold dark stillness. I’m dead.
And he was. Yet his fingers twitched, and his eyes rolled, and down in the core of him something pulsed. Not a heart, his heart was as good as dust. It was different. The only living thing left of him.
Hunger.
It twisted his belly. His throat scorched with a dry unbearable heat. His fingers clawed and his eyes squinted against the desperate throbbing thirst that overtook him. There was nothing there, only cold and dark, and in fear and need he began thrashing. The heavy stone tomb, for that was what it was, flew off as though it were a styrofoam prop. Slow, aching, he lifted himself out, staring silently at his epitaph.
Gabriel Reyes.
No, he thought. Not any longer. Gabriel Reyes was a good man, a passionate man who’s heart beat and veins wept. His eyes didn’t glow red in his sepulcher. His skin didn’t have an ashen grey tone. He loved and lived and didn’t freeze. He fought monsters. He wasn’t-
He wasn’t a monster.
Gabriel Reyes was dead, and now he stood alone and cold and so very very hungry. Snarling, he burst open the door to the crypt and swept silently out into the night.
Reyes was alive. He brought hope. But something- someone, had killed him. Hollowed him out, then brought something hungry back in his place. Someone had changed him. He wasn’t Reyes anymore. Already, he could feel the pull on his gut, the call of some higher power. A summons he could not ignore.
Reyes had brought help.
The Reaper brought only death.
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Jesse hadn’t waited around after the funeral. No one had expected him to, and the only one to look a little disappointed at his hasty exit was little Fareeha, too young to understand.
“Jesse,” Ana has whispered, gathering him into her arms, “My sweet boy. You will always have a home with us, you know.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he had dutifully replied, letting himself go soft for a moment.
They both knew he wouldn’t stay. Not when the thing that had killed Gabe was still out there. Killed his mentor, his friend, his everything. The beast in his blood howled out mournfully at the loss, demanded he hunt her down. Hunting was what Jesse McCree did best. So with a quick good bye and a fierce scrub down in the church bathroom with cold water until his eyes weren’t burning anymore, he strode out into the burning morning. He didn’t wait to see where they laid him to rest. Rest was the last thing on his mind.
-
The first year had been about control. Specifically his lack of it. That had come with time, for which Reaper was quietly relieved. His head no longer pounded with aching need whenever he heard the pulse of a human heart. His teeth no longer grit through his lips at the faintest hint of blood. He was hungry, yes, but he was no longer mad with it. He could coil the hunger down tight into a small ball at the base of his belly, present but not persistent.
Under the Witch’s employ, he was often sated.
Still, long stretches came where she had no need of him. He would roam freely in the night, learning his new abilities. It had been 5 years since he had woken up, cold and alone, and the Reaper was a quick study. His tenuous control was iron clad now. He was never a man to be easily swayed in life, and in death he was practically stone. He answered to his Mistress, yes, but outside of her order he did not often feel ruled. Not by his hunger, not any longer. Not by the former members of his organization, hunters to the last. Jack was a bittersweet distant memory now.
The Reaper moved from town to town, feeding when necessary, spreading fear when bored. He was often bored.
Eternity offered little entertainment.
When he caught on to the hunter on his trail, it was almost delight that rustled in his chest. At last, a distraction from the cold and dark emptiness. The hunter was skilled, he could tell. They had to be, to stay on his track. Skilled, but fool hardy. He walked right into his trap, reckless.
Reaper laughed, letting the shadows grow long. The distraction had gone on long enough, playing cat and mouse and leaving fox trails with dead ends and cold tracks. He was ready to pick off the nuisance dogging his steps. He wasn’t ready for a familiar face.
Neither was Jesse.
-
He had been hunting the bastard for a while now. Another one of the Bitch of the Waste’s little henchmonsters. The Reaper, they called it. Jesse wanted to scoff at the dramatics. Gabe would have had a laugh about all this, were he still around.
The screaming girl in the warehouse was a trap, and an obvious one, but Jesse had his own ace in the hole, and he wasn’t afraid to go in guns blazing.
It was cold, and it was dark, and he was alone. But he wasn’t alone, was he? He bit back a snarl at the lingering presence in the back of his mind.
“Why don’t ya make this easy for yerself? Come on out where I can see ya.”
Cold, cruel laughter echoed through his bones. He forced himself not to shiver.
“Where you can shoot me, more like. Eh, cowboy?”
Jesse grit out a short, harsh facsimile of a laugh.
“Well. If’n it comes ta that.”
Red eyes glared from the dark, but the teeth? The sharp white teeth were bared in a delighted grin.
“And what can bullets do against shadows?”
“I aim to find out,” he snarled, letting off two sudden shots from his hip. They illuminated the corners for a second before splintering into the wood of the building. The eyes kept watching from fine mist, as Jesse rolled away to take shelter behind a pile of boxes. The flimsy cover offered little comfort.
“Don’t you know anything about vampires, boy? Did they not teach you before they set you on my trail?”
“I know plenty,” He called back, “Which is why these bullets are blessed!”
“Blessed. But a blessed bullet can’t do anything to smoke and mirrors, can it?”
The voice came from over his shoulder, and Jesse struggled not to flinch as superhuman strength dragged him backwards and threw him against the cold wall. He grunted at the impact, hoping his ribs were only bruised. A clawed hand grabbed him by the throat, pinning him with the somber threat of a crushed larynx. Not a fun time, even if it wouldn’t kill him. His guns were stripped and thrown into some dark corner. The line of stakes on his chest were plucked away. His holy water taken, Jesse’s weapons were all sought out, found, discarded, by freezing fingers. His skin was electric, every brush a shock that sent needles of angry protest down his spine. He ground down his sharpening teeth, kept his eyes closed to hide the glow. It wouldn’t do to give himself away so soon.
Then the sharp click of teeth by his ear, The rumble of laughter.
“Did they really send you to kill me? You?”
There was a rustle as his free hand rose to remove the bone white mask shielding the top half of his face, faux teeth like daggers framing his mouth, where his true fangs glinted death. His free hand tightened in warning.
“Oh, Jesse. I thought I trained you better, pup.”
His eyes shot open, gawking openly at his face. His throat worked hard against the palm of his hand.
“R-R’y. R’y’s?”
He brought his head down, leaning it against Jesse’s in a mockery of affection, stealing what little breath he had left.
“I missed you, runt.”
Moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes, and Jesse tried to tell himself it was the lack of oxygen.
“Y’r. Dead?”
Gabriel hummed, nodding his agreement. The slight movement brushed their noses together.
“Dead as a doornail, kid. And you.” A cold gust sighed against his cheeks. “You’re so warm.”
Gabriel released his throat, only to bring both hands up to tenderly cradle his face. The hunger he throttled down was raging, pulsing in time with his former partner’s heartbeat. His whole body throbbed in time with it, teeth aching to bury into his hot neck and drink greedily until all the warmth was inside him. But there was more. His dry empty veins were singing out in joy, and the feverish warmth was siphoning off into his skin, sparking underneath. This wasn’t just prey, a quick draining and casting the body aside. This was Jesse. His family. His boy. Reyes wanted to keep him. Wanted to make a feast of him, slow and sweet. Wanted to wrap him up in shadows and hold him tight and fast like a grave, so he couldn’t leave.
“Jesse,” he whispered, “Don’t you want to help?”
“Yeah, Boss,” Jesse choked out, holding back his sobs. “Yeah, I wanna help.”
“I’m lonely, pup. I don’t have anybody to kick around or keep me warm. Don’t you wanna come with me, kid? Just like old times?”
McCree wrapped his arms around him, ignoring him burying his face in his neck. Ignoring the twinge of teeth that sent every one of his instincts howling.
“Just a taste, Jesse. Promise, just a ta-”
Jesse dug his sharpened teeth into Gabriel’s throat, and tore. The dead flesh came apart in his mouth like tissue paper, black recycled blood gushing down his throat like cold death. His eyes glowed gold as he watched his mentor shriek, flying back, hissing and clutching his throat.
“Sorry, boss. Things change on the road.”
Gabriel glared at him, fangs bared, before going deadly still and calm.
“You really are a pup now, huh? Some mutt used you as a chew toy.” Gabriel laughed, a gurgling sound. “Does Jack know? Does Ana?” He took his hand from his throat, flesh already knitting back together. “How long did it take before they cast you out, Jesse. Or did they try to kill you first?” His sneer was an ugly, harsh thing.
“I left,” he replied simply. “Nobody chased me.”
“They didn’t know.”
“They didn’t need to.”
Gabriel smiled, wide, genuine.
“So you’ve got a touch of beast blood now. And you turned tail and ran. Right after me.”
“Right after you. To put you down. To end it. And your witch.”
Gabriel chuckled. No dramatic, booming laughter. No eerie snickers. Genuine humor, a soft remnant of his life.
“You got bit and you just ran off after me. God. You’re a smart man, Jesse, did you even stop to read up on weres?”
Jesse stiffened.
“I know enough. I know how to put em down.”
Gabriel laughed harder, setting his nerves on edge.
“Stop laughin’ at me.”
Gabe paused.
“Oh, Jesse. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at fate. You have my blood in you too now, don’t you?”
Jesse growled.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Gabriel was before him in a flash, crowding him again, but his hands were gentler now. Easing himself into his space.
“Did you know, Jess? A part of you must have. That little whimpering puppy part that wants to show it’s belly.”
He shoved at him, only to be caught in a firm, controlled grip. Reyes grabbed him by the scruff, eyes flashing with warm pride at the small, choked off whine.
“Did you know?”
“Know what,” Jesse muttered, cringing at his own inability to look up from the floor.
“Vampires and werewolves have a long history, Jesse. Back in the day, it wasn’t unheard of for a whole pack to be under a vampire’s command. Beastblood. It makes you want a pack, doesn’t it.” It wasn’t a question. “Makes you want leadership. But that’s no different than it was before, was it cielito? You still need a firm hand.” The one on his neck clenched down softly, and Jesse’s face burned at the indignity of it. “You drank my blood, runt.” Gabriel dragged him forward, into his chest, and Jesse wanted to scream at himself for going lax in his grip. “You’re as much mine now as you ever were. More, even.” Teeth snapped teasingly at his shoulder. “You’ll do what I tell you. Just like old times. You and me against the world.”
“I won’t,” Jesse whispered. “I won’t do a damn thing you say.”
“Jesse.” Shadows crept in around him. “You won’t have a choice.”
The last thing he felt before the shadows overtook his mind was the sharp pain in his shoulder as the Reaper’s fangs tore into him, followed by the warm floating acceptance. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream.
He slept.
-
When he woke up, it was warm. That was the first thing that registered. He was bundled up on a bed softer than any he had slept in for years, blankets thick. It was warm, and it was dark. He was not alone. An arm was curled around his shoulders, pinning him against someone’s side.
Oh, he thought. I’m alive.
Gabriel grumbled, sensing he was awake, and pulled him in closer.
“Mine,” he muttered, tucking Jesse’s head under his chin and nuzzling his nose into his hair. Jesse sighed, hot breath lingering on cool skin. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
“Mine,” Gabriel repeated, softer, before languishing in the warmth again and joining him. He felt sated.
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