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Grenadine - J.T

Summary: Imagine meeting one of your favorite artists in person by a chance encounter. Well, that happened to y/n. What made it even better was that the encounter led her to getting in a relationship with the rockstar: Joby Taylor.

(A/N: HEHE I MADE Y/N THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF JOBY WOW SO OUT OF CHARACTER FOR ME TO DO THAT KIND OF DYNAMIC!!!!! Also...this became a very long fanfic without me realizing it so I hope you all wanted a super long Joby fanfic)

Content Warning: 18+ MDNI, explicit language, brief smut, sexual themes, fluff, steamy fluff, dirty talking, dom!Joby, sub!Reader, slight angst (if you squint), metalhead!Reader, hyperpop!Reader, alcohol, and cigarettes.

Word Count: 11.4k

Songs For Inspo:

Groupie Love - Lana Del Rey, A$AP Rocky

Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

Psychosocial - Slipknot

Just What I Needed - The Cars

Faster n Harder (w/ asteria & kets4eki) - 6arleyhuman

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey

(Why does he look so fine omg he looks stoned, drunk, tired, homeless, and wide awake all at once <3)

~Read Below Cut~

He had no intention of stumbling across her. Joby Taylor was a rockstar, and he lived for the fame. Being in a band, especially being the lead singer, had inflated his ego to an immeasurable size. Although his band wasn't too popular, he still had fans scattered around the place, especially in his hometown. Every now and then, he would encounter some, mainly women. And to no fail, they all tried to get with him and have a quick fuck. He was definitely not one to refuse, but after a while...he grew bored of the one night stands. When he met y/n, he assumed that she would want the same thing everyone else did, but he was very wrong. In fact, he got humbled quick.

Joby Taylor sat at the counter of the bar. His dark brown, almost black, hair hanging in his face as he looked at his glass. The shot had a small amount of alcohol in it and he shrugged, tilting the glass back and letting the last few drops fall down his throat. With a hiss through his teeth, he placed the shot glass down and slid it over. Using two fingers, he motioned for the bartender to fill it up again, giving a small "thank you" afterwards. He could still be polite, even if he was arrogant. A rustling was heard next to him as he picked up the shot.

"One Shirley Temple, please!" A soft voice said.

He did his best to stifle a laugh, but it slipped out. Shaking his head, he placed the shot glass back down. Joby ran a hand through his hair as he lifted his head up and turned to face the voice. Sitting next to him was a woman, maybe a year or two younger than him, with her hands gripping the sides of the stool she was on. Her legs swung back and forth gently, making the skirt she wore move along with them. She was pretty cute with that skirt and sweater. The bartender nodded and made the drink, placing a maraschino cherry on top after ,and sliding it to her. A wide smile spread on her face as she watched him place a straw in it as well. Once the barkeep walked away, Joby raised an eyebrow.

"Who the fuck orders a Shirley Temple at a bar?" He asked, rubbing his jaw with his ringed fingers.

The girl took a sip of the drink, legs still continuing to swing back and forth. Joby watched as she placed it down and turned around to face him. Her eyelids were covered with glitter, and black winged eyeliner with mascara complimented it well. Joby's eyes flickered to her lips, seeing how they were a faint peachy pink with lots of gloss. The amount of blush she wore would normally be a little too much, but it suited her well.

"I happen to like Shirley Temples! So what if I drink them at a bar? Sorry I'm not an alcoholic!" She lifted her hands in the air, waving them for exaggeration.

He found that display rather amusing, and it caused him to grin subtly. As she looked at the man before her, her eyes widened and she went red in the face instantly, though her cheeks and nose were already fairly pink. Joby's grin turned into a smug smirk at her reaction, no doubt realizing who he was. Running his tongue lightly over his top teeth, specifically his canine, he picked up the shot again. His eyes never left hers as he downed the burning liquid.

"Holy shit, you're Joby Taylor..." She spoke softly.

"Mhm." He said simply, a single finger lazily tracing the rim of the shot glass.

She swallowed a lump in her throat, unsure of what to do or say. Clearing her throat, she stuck out her hand. It caught Joby off-guard, but he went with it. He took her hand firmly, and shook it. Y/n took note of the callouses on his palm and finger tips, no doubt from playing guitar. She shivered and pulled her hand away after the shake.

"My name's Y/n! I love your music! Um, sorry for getting so defensive about the Shirley Temples...I like them a little too much." She admitted.

"No, it's cool. No worries." He said.

"Um...is it ok if I um..." Y/n trailed, fidgeting with her hands.

Joby sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew exactly what she was going to ask. Yeah, he was a rockstar, but man was he getting tired of fucking in a bathroom. Sliding the shot glass away from him, he ran a hand through his hair and stood up. It looked like he was about to walk away soon.

"What?" She asked.

"Look, I really don't feel up to it, plus I don't have a condom on me." He huffed.

Y/n, who was taking a sip of her drink, nearly choked on it. She coughed violently, eyes wide as she calmed down. With a bewildered look, she looked up at Joby and noticed that his confidence was now faltering. She glared at him, placing her drink down and scoffing. Joby sat back down onto the stool, realizing that he grossly misinterpreted the situation.

"D-Did you think I wanted to have sex with you!?" Y/n asked, baffled.

His mouth hung agape slightly, glancing around the room. He was relieved to see that no one was paying too much attention. Clearing his throat, he shrugged but nodded his head. Y/n scoffed again, turning away from him and looking down at her non-alcoholic beverage. He could see that he had upset her, and he felt a little guilty. Usually he didn't care about hurting someone's feelings, but she looked humiliated.

"Shit, that's not what you wanted at all...was it?" He asked, scolding himself mentally.

She shook her head, propping her elbow up on the counter as her chin rested in her palm. It was silent between the two of them, the only noises being the chatter of the other people in the bar and the music from the jukebox. After a few moments, y/n finally spoke up, making Joby turn his attention towards her.

"Do I really look that much like a slut?" She mumbled.

Joby's eyes widened, understanding why she might feel like that. After all, he just assumed she wanted to have sex with him. He shook his head, leaning onto his forearms with his body slightly turned to her.

"No, not at all! It had nothing to do with how you look. I'm just used to girls finding out I'm a rockstar and then wanting to have a one night stand." He explained.

Y/n looked up at him, eyes glazed slightly with tears that threatened to spill. He felt his heart being tugged at, something that he didn't really feel as of late. She sniffled, looking back to her drink and stirring it lazily with the straw. The beverage was already empty, only a bit of melted ice on the bottom and the cherry. He watched as she picked it up, biting it off at the stem and dropping it in the drink as she ate the sweet fruit. Not knowing what to say, and not feeling comfortable in the silence, he spoke.

"I'm really sorry for assuming, y/n. Honestly, I'm glad you don't want that from me. I'm getting tired of people only wanting to talk to me for my body." He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

Y/n turned around again slightly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He met her gaze, maintaining it until she looked back at her empty glass. She nodded softly, causing a wave of relief to wash over him. Of course, it wasn't an acceptance of his apology, but it was something at least. Her bottom lip stuck out in a slight pout.

"That makes two of us." She replied.

His gaze softened up, getting some idea of what she meant by that. Biting on his tongue lightly, he drummed his fingers on the edge of the counter before getting up. He walked to the jukebox, looking at the song options. The reason he liked coming to this bar was because it was one of the few in town that actually had metal songs to play. Most other bars had 80's songs or disco music, which were still good, but he did have a penchant for metal. He finally chose a Slipknot song, having an urge to listen to their music. Once it started playing, he walked back over and sat down.

"Can we start over? I feel like..." He trailed.

"Like a dick?" Y/n finished for him.

"Yeah, like a dick. Will you let me buy you a drink or something?"

"You don't have to buy me a drink to earn my forgiveness. I accept your apology."

"I know, but I want to." He smiled.

She sighed, looking up at him again with those glittery eyes. Looking at the jukebox, she smiled when she heard the song that played. He took note of that, thinking that maybe she liked Slipknot as well. When she returned her eye contact, she nodded, a small smile still on her glossy lips. With the confirmation, he motioned for the bartender to come over with a hand movement. He pushed his shot glass and y/n's glass forward.

"Another shot and a Shirley Temple, please." He said.

The bartender nodded, taking the glasses and leaving. Y/n sighed, sitting up straight and turning to look at him. Her lips were still in a pout and it was then that Joby noticed glitter on her cheeks. It was most likely fallout from the eyeshadow she was wearing, or maybe it was purposeful. Either way, it looked good on her. He didn't really see many people wear such bold makeup out and about, unless it was at a club or something. But it suited her well, at least from what he knew about her so far. Y/n grabbed the edges of the stool again, French tip coffin shaped acrylics adorning her nails. Her ring finger on her left hand had a ring on it, which usually meant that someone was married. Joby was a little startled, but then he got a better look at it. The ring was small and silver, a bedazzled outline of Hello Kitty's face on it, including a pink bow made of gems. He raised an eyebrow, pointing towards it.

"You know that's where people wear their weddings rings right?" He questioned.

She nodded, laughing softly. Raising her hand up, she looked almost embarrassed. With her pointer finger and thumb, she fidgeted with the jewelry.

"Yeah, I saw the ring at a store and thought it was cute. I wear it on this finger so I can joke that only Hello Kitty & Friends have my heart."

This made Joby chuckle, finding the reasoning to be a little strange. But it was still humorous. Nodding, he took the drinks from the bartender as he brought them back. He gave y/n her Shirley Temple, and took the shot for himself.

"So, I'm guessing you like Hello Kitty then?"

Y/n nodded, grabbing the straw of her drink and stirring it around. He watched as her pink lips wrapped around it, taking a sip of the sweet treat. When she was done, she placed it back on the counter, turning her seat to face him more.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid. I guess I just never grew out of it." She shrugged.

Joby smirked and downed his shot in one swig like it was nothing. And it truly was nothing to him, as he had already had a bit too much. But he held his alcohol well, so he wasn't too worried. Placing the glass back down, he propped his right arm on the counter as he looked at y/n. She looked up at him as she took another sip of the pinkish red drink, smiling softly as she did.

"What did you want earlier?" He asked.

Her lips left contact with the straw, holding the glass in her hand. She picked up the cherry, and then placed the drink down. Looking at him, though with no innuendo, she put the cherry in her mouth and tugged the stem off gently. She placed it on the napkin next to her Shirley Temple, eating the cherry with lips of a faded yet similar shade.

"I was hoping to get an autograph or a picture, something like that. But I didn't realize I had to sleep with you to get it." She teased.

He rolled his eyes, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled. Nodding his head, he pointed at her playfully. She giggled, crossing one leg over the other.

"Mmm, that's funny. I guess I deserve that though. Do you still want those things?" He asked, pulling out a pen from the pocket of his leather jacket.

She tilted her head, smiling as she pulled out her phone. Holding it in her hand, she turned it on and put in her password. After a few more seconds, she gave the phone to Joby. He took it, seeing that she had her camera opened up.

"Alright, uh how do you want to po-"

He was interrupted by y/n standing up, putting her arm over his shoulder and draping it down his chest. With her other hand she held up a peace sign and smiled widely. Her eyes were squinted shut from how brightly she smiled. Joby chuckled, taking this as the answer to his interrupted question. He looked at the camera, his eyes lidded like always, giving him a stoned look. His lips tugged up slightly into the faintest smirk. Taking the picture, he gave the phone back to y/n and watched in amusement as she giggled.

"Thanks! Huh, you smell like cigarettes, cheap beer, and...cinnamon?" She randomly said.

He furrowed his eyebrows, taken aback by the out of the blue comment. Glancing around, her looked back to her.

"Um, is that a good thing?"

"I like it."

"Huh, alright then."

Y/n smiled, tapping her foot against the stool base to the beat of the song playing. The way she carried herself, the way she looked, and the way she acted, it was all too enticing to Joby. In his entire life, he had never met someone as friendly as her. Even after he said something vulgar to her, she forgave him so easily. It made him wonder more about who she was. Was she truly this kind? Most people would have thrown their drink in his face and stormed out, but she didn't. He was intrigued.

"You like Slipknot?" He asked, adjusting one of his many necklaces.

She nodded, pulling out her phone. After a few touches on her screen, she slid it over to him on the counter. He looked at it, seeing that she had opened up her Spotify. There were multiple playlists shown. Looking at her for permission, to which she nodded, he scrolled through a bunch of them. He had to admit that he was very impressed. There were so many metal/rock bands. He spotted songs from Megadeth, Slayer, System Of A Down, Metallica, Slipknot, Judas Priest, Korn, Whitesnake, Foo Fighters, Smashing Pumpkins, Rob Zombie, and of course, his own songs. But he also found various other genres of music. There was Lady Gaga, Weezer, Lana Del Rey, Pixies, and a shit ton of others. He knew about a lot of those artists/bands, and lots of girls he had slept with in the past had told him that he reminded them of a Lana Del Rey song. Y/n liked basically every genre of music, except there was absolutely no country songs. He appreciated that. He hated that genre of music so fucking much. But there were certain artists that he had never heard of. Curious, he mentioned those artists.

"I love your music taste, but, and excuse me if I sound uncultured, what is hyperpop?" He asked, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

She got a little red in the face, but it disappeared after a few seconds. A small smile spread on her face, taking her phone back from him. He raised an eyebrow at the action. She slid the phone back into her pocket, thinking about how to explain the music genre. He gave her time, tracing his finger over his shot glass. It was strange that he was talking with this girl, because he came here for some alone time. But now he was fully invested in their conversation.

"Um...it's hard to explain because each artist is different. But um, you know like club music? Take that, add static, add LSD, and add lots of bass and electronic music. That's what it's like. It's like drugs in song form." She explained, struggling a little bit.

"Sounds...interesting?" He said, more of a question.

"Ugh, it's hard to explain. You just have to listen to it."

"No, I trust your judgement. You look like you know what you're talking about." He smirked.

Y/n felt her phone buzz, causing her to scramble and take it out of her pocket. He watched in silence as she held up a finger, answering the phone call. Placing it up to her ear, she kicked her legs back and forth like she did earlier. No matter how hard he tried, Joby couldn't look away from her. It was as if he was stuck in a trance that he was unable to break out of. She looked so sickeningly sweet, like if he kissed her he would get a cavity.

"Hey Katie! What's up?" Y/n said.

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, he's there right now?"

Joby raised an eyebrow, but tried not to snoop too much.

"What the fu-, ok I'm coming! Don't let him leave! I'm gonna feed that bastard if it's the last thing I do!" Y/n huffed, hanging up the phone.

She got off of the stool, rummaging through her purse. Joby could tell she was looking for money, but he held a hand up. Stopping, she looked up at him perplexed. He dug through his wallet, pulling out enough money to pay for both his drinks and her drinks. Joby placed it on the counter, making sure the bartender saw it.

"I've got it covered. Where are you off to?"

"Oh, thank you so much. That...that's really sweet of you. Um, ok so long story short there is this crow that visits my roommate and I's apartment and sits on the balcony and I NEED to be there! I'm fucking determined to feed that beautiful creature!" She blurted out.

Joby chuckled, nodding in amusement. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pen and grabbing a napkin from the counter. Quickly, he scribbled something on it and handed it to her. Y/n looked down at it, blushing when she saw a phone number in black ink along with a location and time. She looked back up, her deep blush now visible to Joby. With that signature smirk of his, he ran a hand through his hair and leaned back onto the counter.

"Well, give me a call sometime, yeah? Keep me updated on the crow status. Maybe send me a few song suggestions?" He suggested.

Y/n, finding herself incapable of speaking, nodded her head. She stood there for a few seconds longer, looking back down at the napkin. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, I'm also going to be playing with my band at the place I wrote down. You should go if you can. I'll keep an eye out for you. Though I'm sure I'll see you; you dress...colorfully."

Y/n was completely red in the face. The glitter on her cheeks and eyelids made her look like an angel in the orange-yellow lights of the bar. She practically shimmered, almost iridescent. Joby looked her up and down, admiring how she looked when she stood up straight. She nodded again, making him chuckle softly at her inability to speak. But she eventually managed to spit out a few words.

"Y-Yeah, I'll be there for sure. Um, th-thank you..." She stuttered.

"Get home safe, y/n." He smiled, watching as she left the bar.

When y/n got home from the bar, she immediately looked for the crow and thankfully, he was still there. Y/n took a picture of him, and finally named him after his multiple visits before hand. Katie and y/n decided on Corvus because it was close to the actual scientific name of the family ravens and crows were in. But afterwards, y/n told her roommate everything. Even though she wasn't a fan of Joby Taylor like y/n was, Katie was still tickled pink that her friend met him. When she showed Katie the picture, they both squealed and took note of how he looked sort of...happy? Happy was an emotion that Joby Taylor had a hard time showing with his facial expressions, so y/n was giggling like a school girl. Then she told Katie about the phone number and how he invited her to the performance. After they squealed and giggled a little more, y/n went to her room and plopped on her bed, pulling her phone out. At almost light speed, she put Joby's number into her phone and texted him a picture of the crow. When he saw it, he immediately knew it was y/n and saved the number into his phone. He was in his motel bed, almost like he was waiting for her to text him.

Y/n:

<1 attachment> 10:26 P.M

[ HE WAS STILL THERE!!! WE NAMED HIM CORVUS AND HE ATE SUNFLOWER SEEDS FROM MY HAND!!!! ] 10:26 P.M

Joby chuckled, looking at the picture y/n sent. It was a selfie of y/n and the crow. Corvus was perched on the railing, sunflower seeds scattered on the balcony while he pecked at a few that rested on the railing next to him. Y/n was pointing at him with a giddy look on her face, paired with a sweet smile.

Joby: [ Glad you made it in time, you look happy. ] 10:28 P.M Y/n: [ I AM! ] 10:28 P.M [ Oh, about the invite, where do I get my tickets? ] 10:29 P.M Joby: [ You don't have to pay for any tickets. I'll tell security to keep an eye out for you. ] 10:30 P.M Y/n: [ Free of charge? Really?! ] 10:30 P.M Joby: [ Yeah. ] 10:31 P.M Y/n: [ SO COOL! ] 10:31 P.M Joby: [ Well I still feel bad about earlier so hopefully this makes up for it. ] 10:32 P.M Y/n: [ I already forgave you!!! ] 10:33 P.M Joby: [ Well I haven't forgiven myself. ] 10:33 P.M Y/n: [ Are you this sweet to all of your fans? ] 10:34 P.M Joby: [ Only the ones that drink Shirley Temples. ] 10:35 P.M Y/n: [ Hahaha, funny. Well I gtg to work early in the morning, I'll see you tomorrow when you perform! ] 10:35 P.M Joby: [ I look forward to it. ] 10:36 P.M Y/n: [ Sweet dreams Joby!!! :D ] 10:36 P.M Joby: [ Back at you, y/n. ] 10:36 P.M

Joby turned his phone off, placing it on the night stand as he groaned. The palms of his hands covered his eyes, smudging his eyeliner as he dragged them down. He was too tired to change into different clothes and take his makeup off, so he just settled with sleeping as is. Rolling over on his stomach, he let out a sigh as he reflected on his day. It was extremely boring and dull, at least it was until he met y/n. That made his day a whole lot better. He was already looking forward to performing with his band tomorrow, but now he was even more excited to see y/n as well.

After work, y/n hurried back home to get ready to see Joby perform with his band. She wanted to look good for him, because it was technically a date? Sort of? Well regardless of if it was one or not, y/n still wanted to look her very best. Joby had said it would be easy to find her in the crowd because of how "colorfully" she dressed. He was exactly right though. That is how y/n dressed the majority of the time; a walking rainbow. She would look very out of place at a small concert for a metal band, but she liked standing out. For some odd reason, she wanted to look very out of place at the concert. She wanted Joby to be able to recognize her as soon as he saw what she wore, and she had the perfect outfit in mind, as well as the makeup. She was so excited to see him, so she was quick to get ready and leave. Once she finished getting ready, walking out of her apartment, she sent Joby a text. Y/n wasn't sure he would see it, since he was probably getting ready to go on stage, but she felt the need to let him know she was leaving anyways. After that text, she called a Taxi, because she wasn't sure if she would drink any alcohol or not. But it was best to not bring her car in case she did.

Y/n: [ I'm on my way!!! Excited!!! You better play some of my fav songs or I'm walking out!!! ] 7:09 P.M

Joby was practicing a part of a song on his electric guitar, though he really didn't have to. It was mainly pre-show nerves that made him do it. He felt his phone vibrate in the back pocket of his jeans, causing him to stop playing. A member of his band watched as he pulled out his phone and smiled down at it.

"What's got you lookin' so cheery?" He asked, chuckling softly.

Before he answered, he sent a text and then put his phone away.

Joby: [ Great, I'll see you soon. I've got to get back to rehearsing. ] 7:11 P.M

He looked up at his friend/bandmate, seeing the smug look on his face. Shaking his head lightly, he focused back down to his guitar. He let out a sigh as he finally answered.

"I met a girl." He said simply.

Levi saw that Garrett was talking to Joby, and decided to join the conversation. He was a nosy person at heart.

"Did you meet her or did you fuck her?" Garrett, the drummer, asked.

"Dude, you know I don't sleep around anymore. I met her at a bar last night, and invited her to the show. She's really nice..." He trailed, smiling as he looked back down at his guitar.

Levi, the bass guitarist, walked over and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. Joby lifted up a hand, a playful gesture to get him to stop. Backing up again, Levi pointed at Joby and looked at Garrett before looking back at the lead singer of the band.

"Look at you dude, you're grinning like a dork!" He laughed.

"Levi shut the fuck up. We've seen you make heart eyes over your wife and we don't poke fun at you!" Joby defended.

"That's true...but it's more fun to mess with you, Joby." Garrett commented.

"You're both assholes, you know that?" Joby rolled his eyes.

"Ah, we're only kidding man. Hopefully whatever you two have going on works out. It's depressing seeing you mope around in the studio." Levi sighed.

"Yeah, it's like seeing a wounded animal. You just feel sorry for it..." Garrett hummed.

"You two are fucking weird, are you ready to play or not?" Joby asked.

"Yeah, let's fucking do this shit man! Woo!" Levi did a few fist bumps in the air.

"I'm gonna bang the shit outta those drums." Garrett laughed.

Y/n walked into the building. It was one of those bars that had stages for people to perform on. It was actually pretty spacious inside, giving enough space for about 50 people to be around the stage. The bar and eating area had it's own separate space, but still gave view of the stage. Tonight, during the time Joby's band was playing, only people who had tickets could go in. Every Friday the bar did this, so it wasn't like it was a daily thing. It was a pretty good schedule actually.

"You got a ticket?" One of the security guards asked.

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts, looking up at the very tall guard. She felt nervous, like if she breathed wrong he might tackle her to the floor. Joby had said that he would tell the guards to look out for her, so all she really had to do was tell them her name. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she gave a weak smile to the two men.

"Um, Joby Taylor invited me? I'm y/n." She said.

The man on the right looked at her, but nodded a few seconds after. A wave of relief washed over her as she slid past the guards. She had no idea why that stressed her out so much, but it did. Once she made it to the stage area, she looked around the room for a place to sit, preferably alone. Most of the tables were full, or at least had one person sitting there. But after a little more time of scanning, she noticed an empty table in the middle section of the arrangement of other tables. It was round, just like the others, and had four chairs around it. Keeping in mind where it was, she went to the bar, and of course, ordered what she always ordered. When she got the sweet drink she loved so much, she walked back to the table and sat down. She placed her purse on the wooden table, kicking her legs back and forth as she waited for the event to begin. She was nervous for some reason, and she wasn't even the one performing. Maybe she was nervous for what might happen after the performance. Because she truly had no idea what Joby had planned. Taking her first sip of her drink, she noticed that the lights dimmed slowly and Joby, Garrett, and Levi walked out. Y/n did her best not to shout out "JOBY! OVER HERE! HI! HELLO!", and instead she giggled. When he stepped up to the microphone, he introduced his band to the audience. He glanced to his right, and immediately he saw y/n. Boy oh boy, was he right about her dressing bright. She wore a vibrant rainbow stripped sweater, which made him think that she liked sweaters since she wore one yesterday. He couldn't tell what pants she was wearing, but they looked like jeans with different patches sewn on them, he'd have to look later on. She wore her hair down, but had two bows with ribbons in it. Even from on stage, Joby could she the glittery light blue eyeshadow she had on, no doubt complete with mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss, and blush. He wanted to get the concert over with as soon as possible so he could see her up close. When y/n realized he was looking at her she instinctively waved at him. Her hands frantically shook, smiling wide at him from her seat and pointing to the Shirley Temple she got. Joby bit back a laugh, giving her a smile to make sure she knew he saw her before playing with his band.

The entire time y/n was tapping her feet to the beats and singing the lyrics quietly to herself. She found herself focusing on Joby's outfit a lot. It was just so, to put it bluntly, hot. He wore a white t-shirt, his signature black leather jacket on top of it, and a pair of skinny jeans. He had a chain dangling from his left pocket, moving as he played his guitar. His fingers were adorned with rings, necklaces decorated his neck, and bracelets covered his wrists. His nails were painted black, making him look even hotter than he already was. When y/n discovered Joby Taylor's band, she had to admit, she developed a huge crush on him. And now that the reality of being acquaintances, dare she say friends, with him had set in, she was freaking out internally. Oh man did she feel like a fangirl. Her eyes trailed to Joby's hands, watching how expertly they moved his pick across the guitar string. The sight alone made y/n's face turn beet red. It was like that the entire time Snake Trouble performed, which lasted about an hour. It was a great show really, but y/n was a little biased of course. When they played their last song, Joby thanked the audience and waved them good bye as the people started to filter out. Y/n was unsure of what to do, so she just stayed put in her seat, drinking her second Shirley Temple of the night. She really needed to cut back on them, but they were like crack to her. She'd definitely need to stay away from bars for a little while. A whistle took her out of her thoughts, making her head whip up, accidentally taking the straw with her. Joby had his pointer finger and thumb in his mouth, that's where the source of the whistle came from. He chuckled when he saw y/n looking up at him with a straw hanging from her mouth limply. He chuckled, saying something to his band members before waving y/n over. Even though she knew that he was directing the movement at her, she still pointed at her chest. He nodded, eyes wide as he waved her over again before walking backstage. Quickly, she drank the rest of her drink and grabbed the three cherries that remained. She was glad that the bartender wasn't modest with the cherries. With her other hand, she put on her small crossbody purse and hastily walked over to the door to the backstage area. Not sure what to do, she knocked on it, immediately feeling stupid afterwards. Joby opened it up, giving her a weird look.

"Did you just knock?"

"Um, maybe?" She mumbled, popping a cherry in her mouth.

"Well, come on back. I wanna introduce you to the band, if that's ok with you?" He asked.

She nodded, putting another cherry in her mouth. Joby took a few seconds to take in her appearance. He could see it from on stage, but he had a better view up close. His heart was pounding and he could feel his palms getting clammy. He felt like a school boy crushing on a girl again. She was practically sparkling and glowing before him. Joby decided that he had been staring for far too long, so he stepped aside to let them walk in. Garrett and Levi were putting their things away, but when they saw y/n, they stopped. Joby walked forward with her, placing a hand on her upper back, making her shiver underneath his touch. It was something he picked up on, but didn't comment on.

"Garrett, Levi, this is y/n." He introduced.

Y/n immediately popped her last cherry into her mouth, holding out her hand. There she went again with the handshakes. That's how she introduced herself to Joby, and he found it to be very amusing. It still was, really. She finished chewing the cherry and then swallowed it. Garrett took her hand first, shaking it, and then Levi did the same.

"It's really cool to be meeting you guys! I'm a huge fan of your music! I love metal so much and your guys' take on the genre is so unique!" She blurted out, shaking both of their hands vigorously.

The bassist and drummer looked at her, especially her outfit and makeup. The rainbow sweater, the washed out denim pants with flowers sewn on them, and the red converse. It was all very...bright. And her makeup was too. She had soft blush on her nose and cheeks, peachy pink lip gloss, mascara, eyeliner, and a faded light blue eyeshadow with white in the corners of her eyes, glitter in the corners too. It was all blended out well, so nothing looks harsh or out of place. It really suited her bubbly personality well. They both chuckled lightly, thrown off by how she looked. When Joby said he met a girl, they imagined she would look more like...well...not like y/n.

"Uh, yeah...thanks. Sorry, you just look very..." Garrett trailed.

"Vibrant." Levi finished.

"Thank you! I take that as a compliment!" She smiled widely, making Joby look at his friends with a dorky grin.

"Well, it's nice to see that Joby's making some friends. God knows he needs them." Garrett teased, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"Fuck off, dude." Joby chuckled.

"He certainly was friendly when I met him. A little too friendly." Y/n giggled, making Joby's eyes widen.

"What does that mean?" Levi asked.

"He didn't tell you?" Y/n asked.

"No?" Both guys said in synch.

"Mmm, I don't think they need to hear that story. Why don't you go wait at the bar while I finish packing up?" He asked, nudging them slightly.

"Oh my God! You're embarrassed!" Y/n laughed.

"About what!" Levi exclaimed.

Y/n looked at Joby, seeing him roll his eyes. Letting out a sigh, he gave in.

"She was trying to ask me for an autograph, but I...I thought she was trying to..." He trailed.

"No fucking way. You're joking. That's not true. Is it?!" Garrett burst out laughing, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

Y/n nodded, smiling wide as if she told the funniest joke ever. Looking at Garrett, Levi placed a hand on his shoulder and doubled over. He clutched his stomach as he wheezed, tears practically coming out of his eyes. Garrett clapped him on the back, helping him stand back up straight. Joby put a hand in his pocket, using the other one to run through his hair.

"It's really not that funny." He commented.

"It's fucking hilarious dude, shut up. You thought you were gonna get some!" Levi wheezed again.

"Well, actually he tried to turn me down. But again, I wasn't trying to do that." Y/n corrected.

"Oh shit, really? Joby turning down a quickie? Now I've really seen everything." Garrett teased.

"Man, you know I don't do that shit anymore." Joby shoved him lightly.

"We know, we're just messing with you." Levi reassured him, stretching out his back.

Y/n bounced back and forth on her heels, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. The two band members thanked y/n for coming to see them perform, took a photo with her, and then went back to packing up. Joby put his hand on her shoulder, patting it a bit. Y/n looked up at him, smiling.

"You wanna go get something to eat after this? My treat." He asked.

"I never turn down free food." Y/n smirked.

"No more Shirley Temples though. I saw how many you had."

"I think I have to agree with you on that. I...I think I have a problem with those things." She sighed.

Without really thinking about what he was doing, Joby brought his hand up. His painted fingertips held her chin gently, thumb brushing over her skin as he tilted her head up just barely. With a glance towards the door and tilt of his head, he brought his hand back down.

"Why don't you go wait for me, hm? I won't be long." Joby said smoothly.

The words rolled off his tongue like sugar, giving y/n a high off of them. Her cheeks were now bright red, and she swore her knees nearly buckled. It was as if his voice turned her legs to jelly. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she nodded, going towards the door. She looked back at him, giving him a shy smile as she exited the backstage. Just like he told her to, she waited at one of the tables for him. And just like he said, it didn't take him long at all. His bandmates left through the backdoor, but he went to the bar to get y/n. His guitar case was held in his hand firmly. Levi and Garrett took the rest of the equipment because they came to the show with a van together, so they were going to take it all back to Levi's house. Y/n looked up from her phone, instantly beaming when she saw him. Joby felt his body warm up upon seeing her smile.

"You have a specific place you want to go to?" He asked.

"No, not really. Is there a diner or something nearby?"

"I think so yeah, we can go there in my car if you're ok with that?"

"Yeah, let's go!" Y/n hopped up from the seat.

The two of them left the bar, walking to the back of the building and going to Joby's car. He unlocked it, putting his guitar case in the backseat on the floor. Quickly, he opened up the passenger door for y/n, letting her in first. She playfully tapped his shoulder, complimenting him for his chivalry. He rolled his eyes, closing the door and going to the driver's side, getting in. Putting his keys in the ignition, he started his car, looking over at y/n.

"Did you like the show?"

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. She gave him a confused look, as if he asked her the stupidest question. Nodding her head repeatedly, she pulled out her phone. She turned it to him, showing a few pictures that she took of him performing. Joby felt butterflies in his stomach as she took the phone back, swiping through the pictures and smiling as she looked at them. Yes, y/n was a huge fan of Snake Trouble, but she was also a huge fan of Joby. It wasn't often that Joby met someone who looked at him and pictures of him with that amount of adoration. It warmed his heart and made him grip his seatbelt tightly. He realized that y/n hadn't put hers on yet, so he reached over and grabbed it, clicking it in place for her. She was red in the face at how close he was, letting out a soft breath when he retracted.

"Let's get something to eat. I'm starved." He said, putting his car in drive.

Joby held open the diner door for y/n, and the tiny bell rung above their head. Y/n's eyes widened at the interior, taking in how sleek it looked. Joby stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked to a booth and sat down, watching as y/n sat across the table from him. She leaned forward on the table, her facial expression was one of fascination.

"It's like a 50's diner!" She whisper-yelled.

"Yeah, yeah it is." He nodded.

"That's so cool! I love these types of diners!!!" Y/n giggled softly, backing up again.

Joby smiled, enjoying how happy she was over the theme of the diner. But he had to admit, it was pretty cool looking. Old 50's advertisement posters were hung on the wall, along with pictures of old cars and famous singers from the decade. Y/n was looking around, taking in every detail about the place. After a few minutes, a waitress came and took their orders, and y/n found the strength to get a plain water for once. As they waited for their food, Joby decided to strike up some conversation. A song from The Ink Spots played in the background, providing a nice atmosphere for a late night meal in Fall. He noticed that y/n was tapping her finger against the table to the beat of the song.

"Do you like this kind of music?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I love it! I have a wide range of music taste. Sometimes I want to listen to metal, and some days I want to listen to a bit of Skeeter Davis. You know?" She took a sip of her water.

"Yeah, I get it. I mean, I obviously have a favorite genre of music, but I can listen to this stuff just fine." He nodded, scratching under his chin lightly.

Y/n opened up her purse, taking out a handheld mirror and opening it up. Joby watched as she looked at herself in it, focusing on her lips. She went back into her purse, taking out a tube of pigmented lip gloss. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she applied it, smacking her lips together gently a few times before putting both items away. There was something so mesmerizing about her and the way she carried herself. She wasn't full of herself, she wasn't an airhead, she wasn't a brainiac, and she wasn't humble, she was just herself. It was hard to explain, but he was absolutely enthralled with her. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Oh, I should probably call Katie and let her know I'll be home late. We were supposed to watch a movie tonight." She said.

"Yeah no problem." Joby shrugged, looking out at the street that was being sprinkled with rain.

Y/n took out her phone as their food arrived, thanking the waitress as she pulled up her friend's contact. She motioned for Joby to start eating as she called Katie, holding the phone up to her ear. After a few seconds, she answered.

"Bitch where are you!" She exclaimed, causing Joby to grin.

"I'm sorry Katie, I'm uh..." She trailed, looking into Joby's eyes.

He gave her a charming smile, making her blush lightly. It was clear what this was, but y/n was just a little embarrassed to say it. She was also worried that maybe she was misinterpreting Joby's intentions. But fuck it.

"...on a date." She finished, and Joby smirked as he took a bite of his food.

"A DATE?! FINALLY!" Katie groaned.

"Hey!" Y/n scoffed.

"Who is it with!? Do I know them!?"

Joby bit back a laugh, taking a sip of his water. Even though y/n didn't have the phone on speaker, Katie was still loud enough to where he could hear. Y/n glared at him playfully, making him raise his hands up slightly in defense.

"I'm with Joby." She answered simply.

"Ooo, girl look at you! Dating a rockstar!" Katie giggled.

Y/n blushed deeply, avoiding eye contact with Joby. He watched as she hid her face. His heart practically melted at the sight of her getting shy around him.

"W-We're not dating..." Y/n mumbled.

"Yet you guys are on a date?"

Joby smirked.

"Shut up!" Y/n whisper-yelled at Katie.

"Whatever babe, but if you guys fuck I wanna know everything! See you later y/n!" Katie hung up.

Y/n was bright red and Joby had a bit of pink in his cheeks as well. She chuckled awkwardly, putting her phone away. He took another bite of his food. Both of them heard what Katie had said, but they both pretended like they didn't.

"Sorry about that." Y/n cleared her throat.

"You're alright, so...you think we're on a date?" He questioned, a playful smile on his face.

"I-...is that not what this is?" Her eyes widened, realizing that she might have been dead wrong.

Joby brushed some hair out of his face, leaning back in the booth. He looked at her through lidded eyes, once again looking like he was stoned out of his mind. A soft laugh left his lips as his arms crossed lazily over his chest.

"I intended for this to be a date, yes. Is that what you want it to be?" He smirked.

She gulped, his gaze and stature intimidating her slightly. The way he dressed was already intimidating, but his eyes made her feel small. In a good way, that is. Y/n nodded, fidgeting with her belt that held up her jeans.

"So does that mean that we're...?"

"No, not if you don't want to. This can just be a casual thing." He smiled.

Y/n nodded.

Casual didn't last for long, not at all. In fact, two weeks after that diner date, Joby had asked y/n if she would be his girlfriend. Of course, she agreed to it immediately. After that, they were basically inseparable. Well, other than when y/n had to go to work or go back to her apartment. But sometimes when Katie was at her girlfriend's apartment, y/n had Joby stay over at her apartment with her. It was pretty frequent as well, around once a week. The dating was fun, almost like a high school relationship at first. It was exciting, new, and fun. But after a few months of dating, that's when things got more serious and they actually started to act like a real adult couple. It was almost sickening how in love the two of them were. They even came up with nicknames for each other, although they weren't exactly original. Y/n called Joby "rockstar" or "honey" and Joby called y/n "groupie", "sugar", or "bunny". It was cute to them. And in a way, she was his groupie. Well, if the rockstar and groupie were in an actual relationship, that is.

Y/n opened up Joby's dressing room door, closing it behind her. He was sitting in a chair in front of the mirror. Over the months, his band had gotten more popular and now they were able to play at actual arenas/stadiums. Granted, they were the smaller ones, but it was a great start. He turned around, seeing y/n, and immediately stood up. She ran over to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. He grinned, and placed his hands on her waist as she looked up at him.

"You did so great! That was awesome, honey!" She cheered, giggling a the end.

"Thank you, bunny. You know I'm doing it all for you, don't you?" He hummed, rubbing circles into her hips with his thumbs.

She nodded, blushing at his sweet words. Y/n learned that Joby was a surprisingly romantic man. He would get her bouquets of flowers, do random acts of kindness for her without being told to, and even buy a gift for her completely unprecedented. His dates were always so thoughtful and fun, even if they just watched a movie together. Since his band got more popular, he was able to get his own apartment and y/n moved in with him. Katie was sad at first, but she was happy for y/n and of course they still kept in contact and remained best friends. Though she would miss Corvus a lot. Katie would send pictures of him every now and then.

"Every time I look at you I have to remind myself that I'm dating you. It's hard to believe, because you're way out of my league. How did I get so lucky, bunny?" Joby cooed.

"You're the one who's out of my league! You're a literal rockstar dumbass!" She joked, hitting his chest playfully.

Joby smiled, pulling y/n onto his lap as he sat in the chair. Her eyes widened and she blushed when he gripped her thighs, massaging them. His hand raised up, calloused fingertips gently cupping her flushed face. When he wore rings and touched her, man oh man, it was like her kryptonite. The feeling of the cold material against her warm skin sent shivers down her spine every time. Joby would use this "method" as a way to get her to calm down when she was stressed. But it also came in handy in the bedroom too. He closed his eyes, thinking back to the first time the two of them had sex. God, it was something he would never forget. Y/n would never forget it either. After all, Joby was insanely good at dirty talk. And when it was paired with his skill in bed...it left y/n a mess.

Y/n let out a soft moan, arms wrapped around Joby's neck. His necklaces moved back and forth in synch with his thrusts. Their bodies were entwined in a dirty dance, one that would leave them panting and exhausted. Joby, with his eyes squinted shut and mouth slightly agape, buried his face into the crook of y/n's neck. He lazily placed kisses on her hot skin, giving it the occasional nip and lick.

"Oh, Joby! S' so good!" She slurred, words broken up by his thrusts.

He hummed against her neck, feeling his heart skip a beat. The sound of her moaning his name made his stomach turn upside down. Lust was heavy in their shared bedroom, the yellow glow emitting from the string of fairy lights providing the only light for them. A horror movie, which neither of them could remember the name of, played quietly in the background. Originally, they had planned to have a marathon of gory underground horror movies, but things got off track.

"Fuck, bunny. You're taking me so good." He groaned.

Y/n lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist with her heels digging into his lower back. Her acrylic nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, making him wince. An overwhelming urge to look into her eyes flooded over his body, causing him to pull away from her neck. He grabbed her hands from off his shoulders, and quickly pinned them above her head. She moaned at the new restricting position, her eyes glazed over with adoration and desire. Joby moved his free hand to her hip, keeping her in place firmly as he picked up his pace. Y/n threw her head back, arching her body up towards the ceiling. He let out a shaky moan at the sight, closely sounding to a whimper. Joby had had sex with many women, and each of them definitely had their own kinks. He himself was a very kinky man, but he wasn't quite sure what y/n liked. So he was cautious with his actions and choices, being experimental yet thoughtful. Plus, they made a safeword before they started, so he felt better about it.

"Yeah, you like that sugar? You like it when I fuck you like this?" He moaned.

Y/n squirmed underneath him, legs squeezing around him tightly. It must have been the way he talked to her mixed with the sensation of his dick inside of her, because she wasn't acting this crazy when they started off. But now she was underneath him, arms pinned above her head and arching her back. She looked absolutely ruined and it had only been a few minutes. The eyeliner she wore was smudging a bit, and her lip gloss was smeared on her bottom lip. Joby wished he had a camera, wanting to capture this moment so he would never forget it. When he didn't get a response from her he decided to try something out, reaching down and giving her a delicate smack to the cheek. Even though it wasn't hard, it caught her attention.

"C'mon bunny, I asked you a question."

Y/n moaned after the action, nodding her head frantically. Joby smirked to himself, taking note of how she reacted to the slap. He gave a quick snap of his hips, making y/n's eyes roll back into her head. The sight made Joby twitch as he was buried deep inside of her. He brought another smack across her face, a little more firm this time. She moaned again, but it was cut short as he kept his hand on her cheek, sliding his thumb into her mouth. He pressed the pad of his thumb on her tongue, enjoying how she looked beneath him. There was just something about having his finger inside her mouth that drove him wild.

"Dirty little thing, aren't you? Getting stretched by a rockstar, and taking it like a groupie." He chuckled softly, picking up pace.

She moaned around his thumb, incapable of speaking due to her tongue being restricted. Y/n whimpered as he hit the bundle of nerves inside of her with every thrust. Her legs were shaking, and Joby could tell she was close. The thought of her cumming around his cock was so enticing, but he longed to taste her. He wanted to see if she tasted just like she smelled: like cherries.

"Give me a kiss, pretty girl." He cooed.

Y/n didn't hesitate to kiss him as he leaned down. He bit down on her lip, tugging it a little bit. She whined, but was comforted when Joby released his grip on her wrists and instead entwined his fingers with one of her hands. With her now free hand, she tangled it in Joby's hair, tugging on it harshly, eliciting a groan that echoed in her mouth. He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, bunny."

"A rockstar isn't a real rockstar without a groupie, aren't they?"

"Technically they are still a rockstar because th-"

He held up a finger to her lips, shushing her.

"I'm trying to be all hot and romantic over here." He scoffed.

"Well maybe you should do a better job of it, Mr. Taylor." Y/n challenged jokingly.

Joby raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Because from where I am, it looks like I'm doing a fine job. After all, you're still sitting on my lap, aren't you?"

Y/n giggled, placing a hand on his chest and leaning in closely. Joby could smell the mint on her breath, along with the scent of her perfume, and it made his stomach turn into a knot. She stuck out her tongue at him.

"I'm only doing it to stroke your ego."

Joby grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to his body. She yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability, He sat up straight, lifting a hand to grip her chin gently yet firm. His other hand remained on her thigh, close to her ass.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure. Are you really trying to stroke my ego, or are you just trying to get some rough strokes yourself?" He taunted, pressing his lips to her neck.

She couldn't prevent the shaky moan that left her lips, making Joby groan. Y/n gripped his shoulders tighter as she felt his erection throb underneath her. Just like he was a natural romantic, he was always a natural dirty talker. And he wasn't all bark, because when it came to sex, he brought the bite hard. Although, even though the two had been dating for over 6 months, they had only had sex with penetration twice. But each time, y/n was left breathless and ruined. They had done other things a lot more frequently, like giving each other oral or handjobs and fingering. But actual sex was something they didn't do much, though they didn't really have a real reason. And frankly, they were still getting used to being that intimate with each other.

"N-Not in your dressing room! We could get caught!" She stuttered.

"Doors have locks, bunny."

"No fucking way, they do!? I had no fucking idea! You're so, so, sooo smart Joby! Oh, what would I do without you!" She faked, pretending to swoon.

"Alright, alright, calm down with the theatrics. Get up and we can go home, yeah?" He patted her thigh.

She didn't move, only giving him a look. He raised an eyebrow, but then smirked to himself. He nodded his head towards the door. It amused him how quickly y/n changed her mind. She giggled, getting up and locking the door before going back to Joby. He stood up from his chair, picking y/n up and making them wrap their legs around his waist. Hungrily, he pushed her against the wall, lips meeting hers in a sloppy kiss. It was messy and wet, but neither of them really cared. Y/n moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck again and pulling him even closer to her. He bit on her lip, tugging it as he pulled away. She looked at him with doe eyes, whining as he grinded up against her. Joby watched as her face became dusted with shades of pink, eyes fluttering softly like tiny little butterfly wings. When he was satisfied, he pulled away, gently putting her on her feet. Instantly, she reached forward and tugged at his jacket, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. He smirked at how desperate she was for him.

"Joby?" She whined.

He grabbed her hands, removing them from his leather jacket. Turning around, he picked up his guitar case. When he looked back at y/n, he nearly shivered at how needy they seemed, especially with those big eyes.

"I don't have a condom on me." He winked, referencing to the first time they met.

She furrowed her eyebrows, hitting him on the shoulder over and over again. Y/n wasn't that strong, but man if you pissed her off she could get scary. Joby's eyes widened, instantly defending himself.

"Woah, woah, hold on! I've got some back home!" He used his guitar case as a shield.

"Then let's go!" Y/n grabbed his hand, tugging him to the door.

"Damn, you want it that bad?" He chuckled.

Y/n huffed, turning around to face him. She moved his hand to in between her legs. His eyes widened when he felt her damp panties underneath her skirt. A shaky breath left his throat and he grew weak in the knees. Joby nearly moaned at the sensation, wanting so badly to just slide his fingers under the material. But he resisted the temptation, instead retracting his hand and landing a swift smack on y/n's ass. He was now very eager to get back to their apartment.

"Fuuuck, I'm going to break so many traffic laws..."

Dating a rockstar, especially Joby, definitely had its perks. Not only did he spoil her beyond imagination, he also wrote songs for her. It was the most romantic thing y/n had ever experienced. And even though the music didn't sound romantic, the lyrics hit her like a truck. A few months before her birthday, around 2 years after they started dating, Joby wrote his first song about her. Well, he started to write it. Y/n would walk into his studio, complete with noise canceling pads all over the walls and ceiling, and see him hunched over his desk or guitar. She never knew what he was doing, but urged him to take a break and watch a movie with her or play a video game. But he turned it down every single time. She didn't realize that he was working hard on a birthday gift for her. That was until one concert, that happened to fall on y/n's birthday. Y/n had no problem traveling around with Joby for his performances, in fact she loved it. It allowed her to visit different parts of the country. At first she was upset that the concert fell on her birthday, but Joby assured her that they would celebrate it still. He was definitely keeping his promise. Snake Trouble performed their songs on the stage to the crowds of people that cheered them on and sang along to the lyrics. But as they sang their "last" long, Joby took a deep breath and held the microphone tightly.

"So that was supposed to be our last song of the night..." He trailed, looking back to Garrett and Levi.

"...but today is a special day for someone special to me." Joby finished.

He pointed to the side area of the stage on the right. On each side of the stage was an area that was barricaded off. It was where they kept a lot of equipment, speakers, wires, and what not. But y/n would also stay there during concerts and watch Snake Trouble perform from the sidelines. Not many people knew it, other than the band members of course, but y/n worked a lot behind the scenes of their concerts. Whether it was making sure all the equipment was ready, doing mic checks, or even just cleaning things up. She loved to help out and the band really appreciated it. The crowd went crazy, hearing rumors that Joby was dating someone but never really getting a chance to see her. One of the backstage people nudged y/n, motioning towards Joby. A spotlight moved onto her, and she instinctively waved, a wide smile on her face. Everyone was whistling and cheering, making y/n blush lightly. The spotlight moved away from her and back onto Joby.

"She's been my girlfriend for over two years now, and I've enjoyed every single microscopic second of our relationship. Anyways, today is her birthday, and I cannot express how much I appreciate her for being willing to travel with me for this concert. After long, hard, and grueling months of writing, rewriting, rehearsing, and starting over from scratch, I've finally made the perfect birthday gift for her. Y/n, sugar, happy birthday. This is our new song 'Grenadine'."

Y/n felt tears well up in her eyes as the band started to play a song. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she might just melt into a puddle on the floor. No one had ever given her a birthday gift this amazing. He wrote a song about her, and was playing it for the first time in front of hundreds, if not thousands, of people. She felt so lucky to be with him, and so lucky to be loved by him. The entire time he played with his band and sang, she listened intently. It was a relatively relaxed song, as he had pulled out his acoustic guitar for it. The drums were soft and the bass was a nice addition to the background. A few lyrics stuck out to her as they performed, and those were the lyrics that made the tears fall.

"Your lips are made of cherry, I taste it on your tongue."

"A cavity per kiss, it makes my mouth feel numb."

Y/n was fanning her eyes, desperately trying to stop crying. She did not want her makeup to run, in case the cameras and spotlights went back on her. Delicately, she wiped some away, sniffling as she continued to listen to the song. Every word was held close to her heart.

"When I first saw you, I could have sworn you were shining in the light."

"Grenadine, sugar sweet, I met you in the night."

"I'd rather die by cyanide than not be by your side."

"Your love's a wave that cleansed my soul, it flushed out with the tide."

"My grenadine, my sugar sweet, you light my heart on fire."

"The pedestal I put you on, it should be so much higher."

"And these lyrics do no justice, no matter all the flair."

"My words get tangled in my throat, like the ribbons in your hair."

"I wish I had more time to sing, cause there's so much I could say."

"Know I hold you close at heart, and I think of you every day."

Joby played a little longer, singing a few more lyrics. Y/n was fully incapable of preventing the tears from falling anymore. At that point, they were streaming down her face. She felt so happy and loved, and it was hard to control those emotions. The three men finished up, thanking the crowd and Joby tossed a few guitar picks he used for some songs out to the crowd. Y/n thought it was so cool that he did that. He came down the steps, wiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead. Before he could even say anything, y/n ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his stomach, pulling him into a tight hug. He chuckled, startled a little bit, but quickly gave her a hug back. She was sobbing into his shirt, face buried in the fabric.

"JOBY! THAT WAS SO SWE-E-EEEEEEEET!" She cried.

He patted her back, rubbing it gently.

"Was that a good birthday gift, bunny?" He cooed.

She nodded, continuing to cry into his chest. Garrett and Levi walked past, smiling and giving him a thumbs up. He smiled back at them, watching as they went backstage to start packing up. Joby softly grabbed y/n's arms and removed her from him, rubbing her shoulders.

"Hey, hey, don't cry!"

"I can't h-help it! I'm so happy!" She sniffled, wiping a tear away.

"Oh boy, c'mon, let's go dry those tears away. We're going to dinner after this." Joby hummed, putting his hand on her lower back as he led her to the backstage.

"I love you so much, honey."

"I love you too, bunny."

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Ten

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Ten: God, Why is It Me You Always Test?

Summary: Eve gets another chance from (Y/N), but it goes to Hell anyways.

“You look like you saw another death person,” said Em as (Y/N) walked into their room.

(Y/N) groaned. “Eve keeps flirting with Lucifer.”

“They do have a fling going on,” said Em, shrugging. The use of “fling” was intentional since both teens thought that Lucifer and Eve wouldn’t last. It was just Lucifer being in a bad place and Eve projecting her love for their relationship in the past onto their dynamic now.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but if Eve could try not dressing up in sexy costume of herself to seduce him when I’m in the house,” grumbled (Y/N).

Em made a face. “Oh…Ew.”

“Exactly,” huffed (Y/N), throwing themself down on Em’s bed dramatically.

Em patted their back. “Don’t worry. Lucifer is responsible.”

(Y/N) raised their hand to give Em a doubtful look.

“Okay, more responsible than we give him credit for. Sometimes,” amended Em. “He’s not going to go crazy to have ‘fun’ with Eve while you’re here.” They nudged (Y/N). “He cares more about you.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I guess.”

“(Y/N)!” called Eve’s voice as she threw open the door to Em’s room.

“If you’re not wearing real clothes, go away!” shouted (Y/N).

“Don’t worry, silly, I am,” said Eve brightly.

Em tapped (Y/N)’s shoulder and whispered, “You’re safe.”

(Y/N) rolled over and glared at Eve. “What do you want?”

“I thought we could give bonding a try again,” said Eve, (thankfully) wearing a dress instead of the leafy biking and bra from before.

(Y/N) narrowed their eyes suspiciously. “No thanks, I’d rather not have another panic attack.”

“That was an accident!” defended Eve.

Em put a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder and gave Eve a dark look. “They said they didn’t want to.” Em was the only one who could tease (Y/N) or force them to do stuff they didn’t like. If Eve was trying to make them do anything…no way. That made Em get protective.

“Please? I swear I won’t make you wear anything, and I’ve been reading on gender identity,” said Eve. “I’m really trying. Please, will you give me another chance?”

(Y/N) was silent as they looked at Eve. They sat up.

Em squeezed their shoulder. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can throw her out,” she whispered.

(Y/N) sighed. “It’s okay. I’ll give her another chance since Lucifer likes her.” They looked at Eve. “Fine. You get another chance. Don’t mess it up.”

Eve brightened and grinned at (Y/N). “I won’t!” I’ll show them how cool I am and show Lucifer I can bond with them! This is perfect!

(Y/N) looked at her wide smile. It’s not like it could be worse than last time, they thought.

Apparently, it could.

“Come on, dance!” called Eve, trying to pull (Y/N) to the dancefloor of Lux.

(Y/N) pulled their hand back. “Yeah, I’m fine. And underage.”

Eve waved a hand. “Come on, break the rules! It’s so much fun to!”

(Y/N) groaned and rolled their eyes. God, why is it me you always test? “I think I’ll just hang over here.”

Eve just grinned, already intoxicated (and probably high). “Okay! Have fun!” She danced away into the crowd.

(Y/N) sighed and turned back to the bar. The bartender recognized them as who he and the rest of the staff knew as Lucifer’s Kid. He knew they were underage, so he wasn’t going to serve them alcohol, but he would keep an eye on them.

“Can I have a Shirley Temple?” asked (Y/N), slouching on the bar.

“No problem, kid,” said the bartender.

(Y/N) sighed. This was going to be a long night. Hopefully Lucifer will arrive soon and distract Eve so I can escape.

“Brother,” said Lucifer, walking into the Penthouse and spying Amenadiel. “How’s it going with the Teenager Mutant Ninja Angel Baby?”

He’s one to talk about having weirdly powerful kids, thought Em from where they and Amenadiel had just been staring at each other silently. Honestly, (Y/N)’s way worse than Amenadiel’s baby could ever be.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Eve was here, Luci?” questioned Amenadiel, getting straight to the point.

“Oh, please, I’m not gonna text you every time someone stays the night. Think of my data plan,” said Lucifer.

“We have unlimited data,” said Em, rolling their eyes. (Y/N)’s sassiness towards Lucifer was rubbing off on her. (That and Em wanted to hurry this conversation up to get Lucifer to make sure (Y/N) was alright and to show Eve was out of control still).

“Besides the point,” said Lucifer.

“This isn’t just some fling, Lucifer,” said Amenadiel, irritated. “This is Eve! Eve!”

“We know her name,” said Em. Angels were so dramatic. (And demons, too. Em knew Maze, after all).

“I really don’t think you understand the dangers of having Eve here!” said Amenadiel, standing and approaching Lucifer.

“If you’re worried about what happened last time, don’t be,” said Lucifer. “I’m not gonna corrupt her. Besides, don’t know how I could. She’s pretty much up for anything these days.”

“Yeah, including taking (Y/N) to your club,” said Em.

Lucifer froze. “She what?”

“Yeah. I can’t get in since I look like a human teenager, but (Y/N) wanders through the Lux all the time when coming and going so the employees didn’t blink at them appearing with Eve,” said Em.

Lucifer straightened. “I’m sure (Y/N)’s alright…But I will go and check on them.”

“And that’s the problem!” said Amenadiel. “Eve is here for the old you. The one she remembers from the garden. And because of that, she’s willing to drag (Y/N), a human child, into dangerous situations! She thinks you’ll find it entertaining since the you from the garden loves chaos.”

“I don’t want (Y/N) to be put in danger. Eve knows that,” said Lucifer. He’d never put his kid at risk.

“She clearly doesn’t,” said Em, crossing her arms. “She still thinks she can impress you through bonding with (Y/N) but has no idea what she’s doing.”

Amenadiel nodded forcefully. “I don’t want you to revert back to your old habits just because Eve is around.”

“Well, I’m still the Devil,” said Lucifer bitterly, remembering how it felt for Chloe to look at him like a monster. “So I won’t be changing since I never did in the first place. And I don’t even know if I want to be with Eve, anyways.”

That’s good, thought Em.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and check on (Y/N),” said Lucifer, brushing past Amenadiel and walking to the elevator.

Amenadiel sighed as Lucifer left. “At least he still cares about (Y/N).”

“Eve can’t come between them,” said Em. Amenadiel glanced at her. “Trust me, I know. I think that as long as (Y/N)’s there, Eve is going to find that Lucifer isn’t the same one she knew.” They shrugged as Amenadiel stared. “Don’t worry about my boss.” She walked away to the elevator. “See ya, angel.”

“Detective, what are you doing here?” asked Lucifer as he tried to gaze around the room to see (Y/N).

“We still have a case,” said Chloe.

“We do?”

“Marco’s place was cleared out, so he’s still out there,” said Chloe.

“Well, that explains my lack of closure, but I’m afraid I need to find (Y/N), so I’m busy,” said Lucifer.

“Is (Y/N) alright?” asked Chloe, switching to mom-mode unconsciously.

“They’re somewhere around here since Eve dragged them down,” said Em, appearing beside them.

“Right, uh, wait there, Detective. I’ll find (Y/N) and then return,” said Lucifer.

“Oh my god, Chloe!” Ella quite literally fell out of the crowd onto Chloe. “You came out to celebrate!”

Lucifer and Chloe stared at her high state in surprise.

“Oh, nope, working,” said Chloe, pushing Ella off of her gently. “Working.”

“Oh, this jacket is so fuzzy and amazing,” said Ella, hugging Chloe again. “Aw. It must be like being hugged by a Muppet.”

“Okay,” sighed Chloe, and Lucifer tried to life Ella off of her before leaving.

“Oh my god, I’ve got someone you have to meet!” said Ella, holding Lucifer and Chloe back. Em was stuck in the mass of people and couldn’t get away, groaning in annoyance. “This is Eve!” said Ella as Eve fell out of the crowd, also high and tipsy.

Chloe sighed. “Yes, we have met.”

“She gave me drugs,” said Ella happily.

“Eve, where is (Y/N)?” demanded Lucifer.

“Hm? I dunno, they didn’t want to party,” said Eve, pouting.

“Eve! Where is (Y/N)?” repeated Lucifer, grabbing her by the shoulders.

“I left them at the bar,” said Eve. She smiled. “Aren’t you happy that I’m bonding with them?”

Lucifer groaned. “Eve, you can’t bring them to a club. It’s dangerous for them.”

“Aw, come on, Luci,” whined Eve. “You used to love being reckless.”

“This is different, Eve!”

Chloe’s eyes widened. She was seeing Lucifer acting as a father again. She relaxed slightly. At least no matter what Lucifer was like with her because of Eve it didn’t extend to (Y/N). Lucifer was still looking after them.

“This is about my ki—!”

Bang!

A gunshot pierced the air. Screams echoed in the next moment as people ran clear of the man walking down the stairs towards Chloe and Lucifer. It was Marco.

Chloe eyes widened, and her hand went to her gun. Her eyes scanned the room, but no one was injured. Marco had just fired into the air.

“Don’t try it!” said Marco, finger on the trigger again. “Detective Decker, I need you to listen to me carefully!”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed as Marco approached. He couldn’t risk Marco firing and hitting anyone (hitting (Y/N)). “Now, Marc—”

Bang!

Lucifer’s eyes widened as a bullet pierced his stomach. Blood leaked from his stomach as his proximity to Chloe caused his body to weaken. He collapsed to the ground, and he felt his consciousness waver.

The last thing he heard was a familiar voice screaming “Dad!” and the lights in Lux dimmed as shadows rushed over them.

(Y/N)…

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saintsenara · 1 year

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HUGE fan of your writing! that snape & mcgonagall fic… omg 😍😍🤩. would love to hear about any of M, R, and X you want to answer please!

thanks for the ask, pal!

[writing ask game here]

m: any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

a recent conversation about voldemort and gender identity has inspired me to get back to work on a fic which has been simmering on the hob for a while: the entire story, from 1926 onwards, but with a female voldemort.

now, i'll be honest, i don't really care for gender-swap stories as they tend to be understood in fandom [or, at least, in the fandom spaces I inhabit]. i read and write a lot of voldemort-centric slash pairings, and the non-voldemort character is very frequently made female in these for reasons i am never particularly comfortable with - e.g in gender-swap tomarry to make harry totally powerless in the pairing, which is a portrayal of harry which is very much not for me. i also hate that gender-swapping one character is sometimes used to render slash pairings more "palatable".

however, i love the nuance with which many of my favourite writers have approached gender in their stories - which is, imo, crucial, given the author whose work we consume - and i think that playing with gender in fics is fascinating. and i think, then, that approaching characters even through a binary gender-swap can be interesting and valuable in both general stories and ones based around pairings.

and voldemort is a very interesting choice for such a thing.

after all, how is a female voldemort building power? how is her loss of beauty perceived? does slughorn and dumbledore's treatment of her read as creepier than it does for the canon tom riddle? does hepzibah smith's read as less so? what is she called and how does she feel about her name? does she still call herself lord voldemort and why? is bellatrix still her favourite death eater? how does she groom ginny? what is like to know your mother died in childbirth when you possess the anatomy to have the same thing happen to you?

it's turning out to be quite complicated to answer these questions, so god knows when it'll be finished, but it is there cooking away for now...

r: are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

i am an enormous murder mystery fan, and the basic structure of the murder mystery novel is how I start most of my multi-chapter writing. i'd like to think there's a certain agatha christie-ish tinge to my work, although for naming characters i like to channel the spirit of p.g. wodehouse.

my favourite authors, though, are vladimir nabokov and shirley jackson, and their style - the writing almost like cinematography, the lingering sense of societal ennui under the surface - is something i aspire to emulate.

x: a character you enjoy making suffer:

trevor the toad.

snape deserves the chance to kill him and give us all something real to argue about.

#asks answered #writing ask game #asenora on writing

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madsthewordclown · 3 years

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Dance with Me | Sokka x Reader

Prompt: “Please don’t do this to me.”

I got this prompt from a post by @urmomoness ! I love their prompt lists so much, and I just had to write something with this one because IDEAS. You can thank @nadiblue for convincing me to post this now

summary: a whole lot of fluff of Y/N and Sokka at the Kataang wedding reception, modern au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol. so much fluff. I am sorry

“Please don’t do this to me,” Y/N begged, trying in vain to dig her heels into the ground as Sokka tugged on her arm.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s a special day,” Sokka insisted, smiling. “Plus, I know you just cried at that first dance, and this’ll cheer you up.”

“They were happy tears!” Y/N protested, pulling her arm out of Sokka’s grasp. “Besides, you were crying too!”

“Hey!” Sokka put a hand to his chest. “It’s my little sister’s wedding. I’m allowed to cry manly tears.”

It really was a beautiful wedding. Y/N should have been more emotionally prepared, but there was something about seeing how happy her friends were, and how the world seemed to disappear for them when they took to the dancefloor. Katara had warned her not to cry, too.

“If you cry then I’ll cry,” Katara had said. “I will have to kick you out of the wedding party.”

Luckily, Katara hadn’t followed through on the threat, and Katara hadn’t cried. The smile never left Katara’s face, actually. But Y/N could’ve sworn that Aang was tearing up through the entire ceremony.

“Yeah, manly,” Y/N teased with a laugh. “I’m still not going to dance.”

Sokka groaned. “Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N. How could you not like dancing?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Y/N insisted. “It’s that I’m bad at it and not interested in embarrassing myself.”

“You sound like Zuko,” Sokka said with a frown, “and even he’s dancing. It’s Katara’s wedding, Y/N, live a little. Besides, everyone is going to be embarrassing themselves later.”

The bartender did seem pretty busy, Y/N had to admit. There was a good chance that some of the guests wouldn’t remember the evening at all.

Suddenly, the music changed to an upbeat song that Y/N didn’t quite recognize. Sokka pouted at her. Y/N sighed.

“Fine,” she relented, letting Sokka gently pull her toward the dance floor. “But only because I like this song.”

Y/N decided to start of simple, swaying to the song and letting Sokka swings his hands in hers. But before they even got all the way through the first chorus of the song, Sokka was letting go of her hands and dancing wildly. They bumped into Zuko, who was reluctantly dragged into dancing by Ty Lee. Mai had not budged from her seat at a table across the room.

Sokka really did dance like no one was watching. Y/N took a moment to just observe him. The guy was an engineering genius, but somehow, this is where he seemed the most in his element. Just letting loose and having fun with his friends by his side. He was waving his arms around now, almost comically. Y/N giggled.

“Told you it would cheer you up!” Sokka called out over the noise of the other guests and the music. Sokka moved closer, grabbing Y/N’s hands again as he noticed her lack of movement. “You need to get more into it!” He insisted with a grin.

“I’m good, thanks,” Y/N replied, giving him a smile. She hoped that he couldn’t tell how warm she felt with her hands in his.

“Y/N!” Katara called. It appeared she had finally been able to get out of small talk with the other guests. Katara glowed in her wedding gown, pulling Aang along behind her. Aang couldn’t seem to look away from his now-wife’s face.

“Y/N,” Katara repeated, “you have to dance with me, I love this song.”

“Katara—”

“Please?” Katara interrupted. “It’s my favorite, and it’s my wedding day.”

“Fine,” Y/N relented with a grin. She caught Sokka shooting her an offended look, his mouth dropped open in mock-shock—oh, now you’ll dance? —it seemed to say.

Y/N followed Katara to a somewhat-open spot on the dancefloor. Ty Lee and Suki joined their little group with bounds of enthusiasm, and even Toph was willing to join in, on Katara’s insistence. Y/N’s bridesmaid dress was the same shade of blue as the other girls’ outfits, other than Katara’s white gown. Toph had somehow been allowed to wear a blazer and sleek pants instead of a dress.

Y/N felt her shyness melt away as she began to dance with the other girls. It was an incredible feeling to let loose and have fun, especially after such a spectacular day. Soon enough they were shouting along the lyrics of every song.

The crowd wasn’t that big to begin with, as Katara and Aang hadn’t had a huge guest list, preferring to include mainly close friends and family. But the people on the dance floor slowly began to clear out, although for Y/N and her friends, the night had not begun to calm down.

Sokka was back, Y/N realized, although he had never left. The music changed again, and Y/N immediately recognized the song.

“This is my favorite!” She cried, already beginning to move to the music. She set her eyes on Sokka, running over to pull him further into the dance floor.

“You seem excited for someone who refused to get up from the table earlier,” Sokka teased. The suit jacket that he had been wearing was gone, leaving him in his white button up along with his blue bow tie. His hair was beginning to fall out of its ponytail. Y/N could hardly feel her heart’s rapid rhythm over the beat of the music.

“It’s my favorite, Sokka.” Y/N held onto Sokka’s hands and danced, swinging her hips and bobbing her head along. Sokka was smiling at her and definitely mouthed the word dork, but then he was bobbing right along with her.

Y/N belted the final chorus to the best of her ability, which admittedly wasn’t that great, but Sokka seemed to appreciate it. He didn’t know the song, but attempted to sing along anyway, completely butchering the words. The song ended, and Y/N was huffing from the effort of singing and jumping around like a maniac.

Y/N gave a sigh of relief as the gentle sound of acoustic guitar filled her ears. After what seemed like an eternity, there was finally a slow song. She leaned in towards Sokka to make sure he could hear.

“I’m going to go take a breather,” she said, already walking away, but was stopped when she realized that Sokka had not let go of her arm.

“Come on, Y/N,” he smiled, warm and bright. “You can’t quit now.”

“I’m really out of breath, Sokka.”

“It’s a slow song, Y/N,” he reasoned. “You don’t even have to do anything.”

“And I don’t want you to sit down and quit for the night,” Sokka joked. “Suki and I have agreed that we’re going to outlast the rest of my family.”

Y/N didn’t say anything but let Sokka slowly pull her towards him. She put her arms around his next and felt his settle on her waist. And then Y/N suddenly realized how close they were, feeling her face warm. She leaned to rest her head on his shoulder to hopefully hide her expression.

It was another song that Y/N didn’t recognize, but Sokka seemed to know it. He was humming along with it lightly, and Y/N could feel it. He wasn’t perfectly on tune, but he had the melody down. They hardly moved, lightly swaying from side to side.

“They had a beautiful ceremony,” Y/N said, lifting her head from Sokka’s shoulder to look at him. “It was almost too perfect.”

“I know,” Sokka agreed. “I’m really happy for them.”

“Me too,” Y/N hummed, looking to where the happy couple was dancing. Katara was leaning heavily onto Aang’s shoulder. Aang’s eyes were closed as he smiled and held his bride closely. It was almost enough to make Y/N tear up all over again, but she turned to see that Sokka was beating her to it, his eyes turning watery.

“Aww,” Y/N giggled, removing her arms from Sokka’s shoulders to cup her hands on his face. “Look at those manly tears.”

“Shut up,” Sokka whined, grabbing Y/N’s wrists to pull her hands away. “You were getting emotional, too.”

“If it makes you feel better,” Y/N giggled, letting her arms fall to her sides. Sokka slid his hands into hers.

“You know,” Sokka changed the subject, looking into Y/N’s eyes with his very, very blue ones. “You’re a pretty good dancer, I don’t know why you didn’t want to.”

“You mean I’m a really dorky dancer,” Y/N corrected.

“I mean, yes, some of it is dorky,” Sokka admitted, “but you seem to have a lot of fun when you stop worrying about it.”

“I don’t like feeling like people are watching me,” Y/N explained. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Well,” Sokka reassured, “I don’t think anyone noticed the poor attempt at moonwalking, so you’re all good.”

“You noticed,” Y/N pointed out. Sokka tugged on her hands in response, pulling her closer. They were very close again, Y/N noticed, and this time the music wasn’t drowning out her nerves. A woman’s voice crooned over the speakers.

“Yeah, but I always notice you.” Sokka laced his fingers with yours. “I just… you’re really special to me, Y/N. You know that, right?” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his words.

“You’re special to me, too,” Y/N replied, unable to think of any other response. She had felt her feelings growing towards her friend over the past few months, but she wasn’t prepared for this. Whatever this was.

Sokka bit his lip, looking into Y/N’s eyes tentatively. It was the first time Y/N had seen Sokka—confident, hilarious, intelligent Sokka—look this nervous.

“Can I kiss you?” Sokka whispered. Y/N almost thought she heard his voice shaking, and she had barely begun to nod before his lips were on hers.

The kiss was tentative, gentle, and sweet, and she could taste cherry grenadine on his lips because he’d insisted on overloading a Shirley Temple with sugar. Sokka let go of her hands, resting one of his on her waist while the other came up to cradle her cheek, his touch light. Y/N brought her own hands up to wrap around his shoulders once again.

They pulled apart, Sokka’s eyes wide and his lips tilting into a small smile. “Wow,” Y/N breathed dumbly.

“Wow,” Sokka agreed, not taking his eyes away from Y/N’s face for a single moment. “Do you want to go out sometime?”

“Yeah.” Y/N felt her face break out into a wide smile. “I would.”

“Great,” Sokka breathed, his smile bright. The slow song had ended, the next one already beginning with an upbeat rhythm. Sokka tilted his head to where the rest of their friends were gathering together to dance along. “Want to go join them?”

Y/N nodded, smiling as Sokka held her hand and they went to join their friends.

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grapesodatozier · 4 years

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Anything You Want

a fic for @heterophobicrichietozier !! thank you so much for requesting this fic!!

rating: explicit

words: 7.5k

tags/warnings: sugar daddy au, domtop!richie, subbottom!eddie, daddy kink, age gap, marking (hickeys), degradation and praise, porn with feelings, mentions of sonia’s abuse

notsfw below the cut!!

Eddie Kaspbrak was running short on both money and patience. He was only just over a month into his second year of nursing school, and he was already struggling to pay his rent. And sure, rent in New York City was never easy to pay, but he’d been saving, he’d had a plan. The problem was that pretty much all of his money had unexpectedly gone toward his tuition when his mother had refused to pay for a second year at school.

At eighteen, Eddie had left his small hometown in Maine and moved to New York City to start college. He had just barely convinced his mother to let him go, and to help with his tuition as long as he covered his own rent. He was required to call her four nights a week, and he had to go back on the “medicines” he’d disavowed around age fifteen (all of which he routinely flushed down the toilet), but the physical distance had been amazing—at first. Soon, though, it wasn’t enough, and his mom started demanding he call her every night, accusing him of being reckless and taking advantage of her. When he’d told her he wasn’t coming home for the summer, she’d exploded into hysterics, crying and telling him he had to come home. It was when she began rambling on about how Eddie was probably running around with dirty New York City girls and catching all sorts of horrific sexual diseases, demanding that he come home so that she could keep an eye on him and find him a nice girl when she decided he was ready for one, that Eddie had snapped. Though it had been the result of years of pent up frustration and rage, he had stayed calm as he told her that he wasn’t missing her calls because of girls, but because of guys—because he spent his weekends getting fucked by men. “Sorry Ma,” he’d said, his voice cool as steel and even as could be, “but I can’t really pick up the phone when I’ve got some guy’s cock inside of me.” It wasn’t exactly the coming out his friends Bill, Ben, and Mike had been gently running by him, but he was angry, and it had felt good; he figured she’d have had the same reaction no matter how he said it, so what the hell, right?

Still, it stung when she’d told him she wasn’t paying for his college anymore. He hadn’t really believed her at first, as she was still hounding him about his sins and how he needed to come home, but sure enough, when emails about tuition began rolling around, they all went to his school email and explained that his name was the only one on his account, that his mother had bestowed the loans onto him and given up the account. Eddie nearly vomited when he’d received that email. As soon as the room stopped spinning, he blocked his mother’s number.

He already had a job for the summer tied down, but it was just an internship level position filing in a medical office, and it was only four days a week; there was no way it would cover tuition and rent and food, among other expenses. So he was forced to take on a second job as a waiter at a new restaurant a few blocks away from his apartment, then a third job working at a mechanic shop on Fridays and Saturdays. On top of all of that work, he had to completely redo his FAFSA and reapply for loans given his new financial circumstances. His school and the government did give him a bit more, but not enough to drop any of his jobs.

By the time classes rolled around, he had paid his tuition for the semester, but he’d had to dip into money he’d been saving for rent. Now, in early October, he was still working Fridays and Saturdays at the garage and was waiting tables Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. He had a night shift shadowing a nurse on Tuesdays, which left Thursdays and Sundays as his only free nights, nights which he largely spent doing homework. All of this work, and he had still been eating Cup Noodles for the past two weeks.

It was a Friday night, and everything had been going wrong. In the middle of his shift at the garage, he’d gotten a notification from his school’s site informing him that he’d gotten a C on his most recent test, one he’d lost sleep over studying. Then work at the garage had run over and he barely had time to eat dinner before making it to the restaurant in time. He was tired and upset and feeling badly about himself, not to mention missing a party all of his friends were going to, so all it took was one baby boomer yelling at him over a mixed up order for him to excuse himself to the back room and start bawling. Thankfully, his manager seemed to be understanding and let him cool off. “I’ll take that table until they leave,” she told him, to his immense relief and gratitude. By the time she came back to check on him he had calmed down considerably and was staring into the mirror in the break room trying fruitlessly to pat down the puffiness around his eyes, trying to will away the redness that lingered. “Hey,” his manager said, “you wanna take table four?” Eddie sighed and nodded, trying out a smile. “Atta boy.”

He took a deep, steadying breath before heading out for his new table. His eyes fell on a table of three: a woman with dark red curls that fell to her shoulders, a man with truly impeccable posture, and the hottest man Eddie had ever seen in his life. And he was unabashedly looking Eddie up and down from behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses as he approached. “Hi!” Eddie greeted them, his big, bright customer service smile finding its way onto his face like it was possessing him. “I’m Eddie, and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you guys started with some drinks?”

“You got me started already,” the hot guy said. Then, meeting Eddie’s eyes, his brow furrowed. “Have you been crying?”

Luckily, Eddie didn’t have to respond to that, as the guy’s much more refined friend chimed in, “I’ll have a gin and tonic, please,” just as the redheaded woman was letting out an exasperated, “Richie, oh my god.”

“One gin and tonic,” Eddie smiled, his cheeks burning. “Anything else?”

“Could I have a martini, please?” the woman smiled kindly up at him.

“Martini, got it.” As he jotted it down, he prepared himself to face the hot guy—Richie, apparently. When he did, he was struck by the depth of his blue eyes. He was surprised by how warm they were, and they glittered as he smiled up at Eddie. “And for you?”

“What do you like?”

“Oh, I’m not old enough to drink,” Eddie flushed, letting out a small laugh. With a joking smile, he added, “The Shirley Temples are great, though.”

Richie laughed, his eyes never leaving Eddie. “A Shirley Temple it is.”

Eddie’s gaze didn’t waver either, and he put on his best innocent, big-brown-eyes look as he asked, “Virgin or dirty?” He had to fight back a smirk when he saw Richie’s eyes darken.

“Dirty.” The way he said it sent a thrill down Eddie’s spine. “Pretty please, with three cherries on top.”

“You got it,” Eddie said with a wink. Though the day was still weighing on him, he was beginning to feel better already. He might have even swayed his hips a little more than necessary as he walked away. He told himself it was because he could tell this Richie guy was into him, so he was aiming for a nice tip, but really Eddie loved the attention itself. With his schedule, he no longer had time for the hookups he spent his freshman year indulging in. So he couldn’t be blamed for preening under the attention of a hot older guy. Honestly, it was the pick me up he’d been needing for months.

The night went on, all three of them being incredibly kind to him, with Richie throwing in not at all subtle flirtations any chance he got. Eddie didn’t miss the three knotted cherry stems on Richie’s napkin when he brought their food and offered to refill their drinks.

He was almost sad to see Richie go, but he was grateful for the small smile he had on his face as he went to collect his tip and clear the table. At first he went to simply slip the cash into his pocket, but then he realized there was a note on the napkin beneath it: a name, Richie Tozier, with a phone number under it. It was then that Eddie realized he was holding five hundred dollars in his hand. He quickly stuffed it in his pocket, an embarrassed flush running from his ears down his chest as he hurried to clear the dirty dishes and bring them back to the kitchen.

The cash burned a hole in his pocket all night, all the way home. What the fuck? he thought to himself. Because seriously, who leaves a five hundred dollar tip on a meal that was barely over a hundred? Eddie locked his apartment door and placed the money on his dresser, staring at it. Five one hundred dollar bills. Who carried that around? What if they were counterfeit? Eddie pulled out the napkin and studied that as well, deciding to Google the name Richie Tozier. His jaw dropped when he did. There his face was, with his big glasses, cocky smile, and fluffy, dark curls. Apparently the guy was on SNL and had two Netflix comedy specials. He was also twenty-eight, nearly ten years older than Eddie. His net worth? Five million dollars.

Eddie sat down on his bed, his mind spinning. The place Eddie worked was nice enough, but it wasn’t exactly frequented by millionaires. Still in his work clothes, he dialed the number, figuring there was no way it would go through.

He picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

It was his voice. “What the fuck?” Eddie blurted out.

He heard a bright laugh on the other end. “Is this Eddie?”

“Yeah, it is, and seriously, what the hell? Five hundred dollars?”

“You looked upset,” Richie said. He sounded like he was trying to be nonchalant about it, but his voice had softened noticeably.

“So you gave a stranger five hundred dollars?” Eddie was honestly more confused than upset. Sure, maybe his pride was a little bruised, but to be honest he was touched. And kind of turned on.

“Just redistributing my wealth,” Richie joked. “I’ve got more than I know what to do with, so I figured giving it to a pretty boy who was having a bad day was a pretty good way to spend it.” Eddie flushed at that—pretty boy. The way Richie said it, so casually, yet with a joking tone that made it almost teasing, had Eddie’s pants getting tight. When Eddie stayed silent, Richie continued, “There’s more for you where that came from, if you’re interested.”

“What?” Eddie said, blood rushing in his ears. Was this guy serious? Was this actually happening?

“I’d be happy to help you out if you need it. A college kid like you should be partying on a Saturday night, or taking a fucking nap, not crying at a minimum wage job.”

“Like a sugar daddy?”

Richie laughed. Eddie loved the sound of it. “Yeah, like a sugar daddy, baby.” The pet name made Eddie shudder, made him feel like he was glowing. But still, he didn’t want this guy getting ideas.

“I’m not gonna have sex with you.” Even as he said it, his cock was hard, and the memory of the way Richie had been flirting with him made his skin hot. But he wanted to make explicitly clear that he wasn’t into selling himself.

“That’s not why I’m offering. Seriously, I just wanna help you out. And sure, maybe you’re ridiculously cute, and maybe I want to get to know you, but mostly I wanna help you out. Pay for your rent, give you time to study and party and be a college student.”

And how could Eddie turn that down? As much as he was struggling with it, with his pride and the stranger danger anxiety that his mother had ingrained in him, he seriously doubted that a hot millionaire would come around again offering to pay his rent.

So Eddie agreed, and soon he was sending Richie his Venmo information. Two minutes later his phone screen glowed with a notification: Richie Tozier sent you $2,000.

It had been hard to get used to at first, but cutting his work schedule down to just Monday and Wednesday nights at the restaurant and just Friday afternoons at the garage felt amazing. He finally felt rested, could finally give his schoolwork the attention it needed.

“You know, you really don’t need to work at all if you don’t want to,” Richie told him one night when they were having dinner together.

“I know,” Eddie said to his food, “but I like the independence of it. And working with cars calms me down, it makes sense to me.” He didn’t mention the real reason he kept both jobs: the big Just In Case that loomed over him. This seemed like a fairy tale situation, like an extended, intricate prank, and he was terrified that something would go wrong. He wanted to be prepared if Richie suddenly pulled out for some reason.

However, as the months passed it became pretty clear that even without sex Richie wasn’t going anywhere. And that started complicating things.

It was late in December, which meant finals and holidays, which meant lots of stress. It was the first Christmas Eddie wouldn’t be spending at home, and that made him feel sad in a way he didn’t understand; he was incredibly happy to be free of his mother, but there was something so final about it. He supposed it was still a loss, even if it was a welcome one. On top of that, his days were plagued by the anxiety that she might get a new number, might start calling him again, might show up at his door and whisk him back to Maine. So it was just negativity on top of worrying on top of sadness. Under all this stress, he found himself spending more and more time at Richie’s apartment, more and more time talking to Richie, wanting to get close to him.

So far, things had been pretty professional. They got meals together once or twice a week, often in Richie’s apartment due to fans of his popping up everywhere wanting pictures. Mostly they hung out because Eddie liked it; Richie was always reminding Eddie that he didn’t owe Richie anything, but Eddie genuinely liked his company.

Also, he was still ridiculously hot, and he fawned over Eddie like he was the one getting paid.

Seriously, Richie was so amazing to him, it wasn’t just the money. When someone at work pissed him off, Richie put on one of Eddie’s favorite shows and offered to hire some people to beat up whatever asshole customer had yelled at him. When Eddie complained that the construction outside his apartment was affecting his studying, Richie let him study in his apartment, and even brought him hot chocolate and rubbed his shoulders.

Now it was a Thursday, and Eddie had finished his last final. He had just gotten home from saying goodbye to Bill, Mike, and Ben for winter break when Richie called. Like always, the loneliness that was threatening to creep over him began to ebb as soon as he heard Richie’s voice. “Hey! How’d your test go? We still on for dinner to celebrate?”

Eddie appreciated the offer, but a fancy dinner wasn’t what he wanted just then. “Can we do dinner at your place tonight?” he asked, his voice worn and small.

“Of course, anything you want.”

Richie’s driver picked Eddie up, so he didn’t actually see Richie until he was knocking at his door and falling into his arms. Richie, with his roughly nine or ten inch height advantage over Eddie, easily scooped him up and brought him to the couch. “So would it be tone deaf of me to ask how the exam went?” Richie grinned, settling down with Eddie resting against him. Eddie tucked his feet under his legs as he leaned into Richie’s embrace, finding the relief he’d been needing all day once Richie’s arms were around him.

“The exam went okay,” he sighed. “But Bill, Ben, and Mike all went home today, and I won’t see them for like a month.”

Richie shifted so he was leaning against the arm of the couch, facing Eddie. Eddie naturally moved closer, like a magnet was pulling him toward Richie, and he ended up practically in Richie’s lap. He let out a small, happy sigh as Richie stroked his hair. “I could send you on a trip somewhere, take your mind off of it.”

But it wasn’t just the location that was the problem. Sure, he wanted something to do, but mostly he wanted someone to do things with. A specific someone, if he was being honest with himself.

Eddie looked down and ran his hand lightly over the stitching on the pocket of Richie’s button up. It was covered in a Pac-Man pattern, but Eddie knew it was more formal than his normal look. The idea that Richie had dressed up somewhat for dinner with him made him smile. And it should have calmed him down as he prepared to ask Richie his next question, but his heart was still racing as he took a deep breath and looked up into Richie’s eyes. “Will you come with me?”

Richie’s eyes widened just barely before a smile broke across his face. “You thought I’d miss out on buying you souvenirs?”

Eddie beamed. Richie looked so beautiful when he smiled, and his hand was a comforting weight on Eddie’s hip. The thought of travelling with Richie, of sharing a hotel room with him—sharing a bed with him—made Eddie glow. “Did you have any destination in mind?” he asked.

“Anywhere you want.”

Richie’s voice was soft and low, Eddie felt like he could melt into it. He ran his hand up Richie’s chest, cupped his cheek, and watched Richie’s eyes dart over Eddie’s face, clearly trying to get a read on the situation. Eddie had been thinking about crossing this line for a while. He’d been holding back for months, and as the months moved by, his hang ups had begun to feel less and less important. Sure, the money made things different. But, did it have to? Did it really? Richie was here. Richie was holding him without expectation. As Eddie watched Richie lick his lips, as he felt Richie’s hands on him, he couldn’t remember a single reason he’d come up with to not dive headfirst into what they both so clearly wanted, what they had both wanted since the moment their eyes met for the first time.

So he leaned in, the tension that had been building for months coming to a head and taking his breath away. But just as their lips were about to come together, Richie murmured a soft, reserved, “Eddie.” Eddie’s heart caught at his tone, and he pulled back a bit, trying to figure out what was going wrong. “You know you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to do it,” Eddie huffed. He was pouting now, and moving to straddle Richie’s hips. “I want you, so bad. I’ve wanted you ever since I met you.” He took Richie’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. “No one’s ever treated me as well as you do. The way you take care of me, the way you look at me... I’ve never wanted someone this bad before.”

Richie studied Eddie’s face, his eyes softening, darkening. He unfurled his fist and held Eddie’s jaw in his hand, ran his thumb over Eddie’s lower lip. “Fuck, you deserve the world, angel.” Eddie flushed at that. His heart was racing at the light, teasing way Richie pressed down on his lip. Just as he was about to wrap his lips around Richie’s thumb, Richie slid his hand into Eddie’s hair, holding it noticeably tighter than he normally would. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice was low and rough in a way that made Eddie wish he would just bend him over and fuck him senseless already.

But Eddie didn’t mind being coy, didn’t mind pulling the tension as tight as it would go, seeing how much he could tease before Richie snapped and took him the way Eddie wanted him to. “I want you to kiss me.” His nose was bumping against Richie’s now, and he could feel Richie’s shallow breath on his lips. Richie’s eyes were dark and didn’t move from Eddie’s face. Eddie took Richie’s hand and guided it from his waist to his hip, just barely on his ass. Biting his lip, he whispered, “I want you to fuck me, so bad.” He put on a pout and continued, “I fuck all these college guys, but none of them are you. They aren’t as tall as you, their hands aren’t as big as yours.” Eddie watched Richie’s jaw clench. “They can’t fuck me the way I know you could.”

“Fuck, baby,” Richie nearly growled. Eddie gasped when Richie grabbed his ass, hard, and tugged his head back. “Did you think about me while they fucked you?” he whispered in Eddie’s ear, his warm breath sending a shiver through Eddie.

“Every time,” Eddie said, gripping Richie’s shirt in his hands. “Wanted it to be you so bad.”

Richie nuzzled against Eddie’s neck, still not kissing him, still making him wait while he groped his ass. “I know, baby. You needed more, huh? You need your daddy to take care of you.”

Eddie let out a surprised little noise of pleasure. No one had ever said that to him before. He wasn’t expecting it, and he certainly wasn’t expecting how much he would like it. It made him so hard he got dizzy, completely pliant in Richie’s arms. “Yes,” he breathed, already pathetically desperate. “Yes, daddy, need you so bad, please, please.”

Richie cursed under his breath and grabbed Eddie by the jaw, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Eddie couldn’t help but let out a little whimpering moan when he finally, finally felt Richie’s lips against his. They were just as soft as they looked, and so full. As Eddie sank his fingers into Richie’s thick, dark curls, Richie sat up a bit and pulled Eddie closer against him, grabbing him by the hips and pressing their clothed cocks together. Eddie gasped and buried his face in Richie’s shoulder at the feeling. He mouthed at Richie’s neck, moaning at the way Richie smacked his ass. “This is mine, got it?” he said, his voice smooth and low. “None of those little college pricks are allowed to fucking touch you. Understand?”

Eddie moaned at Richie’s sudden possessiveness. All he wanted was to be Richie’s, for Richie to claim him and show him who he belonged to. “Yes, daddy. ‘M all yours, just wanna be yours.”

“Good boy.” He tugged at Eddie’s hair again, pulling his head back so that his neck was exposed. Eddie yelped as Richie licked a stripe up his throat and sunk his teeth into Eddie’s throat, sure to leave a dark bruise. Eddie squirmed in Richie’s lap as he sucked on his neck, hard and intentional. With a final kiss to the bruise, Richie said with a satisfied grin, “Now everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.” He chuckled and nipped at Eddie’s neck again when Eddie moaned. “Yeah, you like that baby? You like when daddy takes what’s his? You want everyone to know what a good little slut you are for your daddy?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed, already starting to feel like he was floating. After finals and classes and work and months of controlling himself around Richie, this was exactly what he needed. It felt so amazing to just let go and let Richie take control, knowing Richie would take care of him. He couldn’t believe how good this was and none of their clothes had even come off yet. He fumbled with the buttons on Richie’s shirt, but Richie just chuckled and grabbed him by the wrists.

“That’s cute, baby. Daddy decides whose clothes come off and when, yeah?” Eddie whimpered and nodded. Richie slid his hands back under Eddie’s ass and stood then, lifting Eddie up. Eddie instinctively held tight to him, wrapping his legs around Richie’s waist and his arms around his neck. Richie kissed Eddie’s hair as he walked them to the bedroom. “Just let me take care of you, sweetheart.” Eddie’s heart soared as Richie sat him down on the edge of the huge bed, the duvet soft and cool under him. His legs dangled off the side. Richie’s eyes softened as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “You doing okay?” he checked.

“So good,” Eddie nodded enthusiastically, his hands fisted in Richie’s shirt.

Richie leaned down and kissed Eddie’s forehead, and by the time he straightened up again that look that made Eddie shiver was back on his face. Still cradling Eddie’s face, he asked, “Can I get a little rough with you, baby?”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Please,” he moaned.

A dark, mischievous grin pulled at Richie’s full, dark pink lips. “That’s a good boy,” he said with a kiss to Eddie’s jaw. “Arms up.” Eddie quickly did as he was told, eager for Richie to strip his shirt off for him. “Fuck, baby,” Richie groaned as he tossed Eddie’s shirt aside. He ran his hands up Eddie’s sides and teased his thumbs over Eddie’s hardened nipples, making him gasp and grab at the sheets. Richie’s hands looked even bigger wrapped around Eddie’s ribs. It made him press his legs together, his cock throbbing desperately in his jeans. “Aw, you don’t need to be shy, kitten,” Richie cooed, forcing one of his legs between Eddie’s and pressing his thigh against Eddie’s crotch. Eddie moaned at the contact and desperately started grinding against Richie’s leg. “Fuck, you look so pretty grinding on me like that. Think you could come like this?” Richie pressed his thigh harder against Eddie’s cock. “Think I could make you come in your pants?” Eddie cried out as Richie pinched his nipples.

“God, yes,” Eddie moaned, rolling his hips. And he could, he could feel the pleasure building and building. But just as his moans were getting breathier, just as he was really desperately rutting against Richie’s leg, Richie pulled away and tugged Eddie up by his belt loops so quickly Eddie got dizzy and fell into Richie’s solid chest. “Wh-what,” he pouted, looking up at Richie, who was smirking at him.

“Aw, baby, we’re just getting started.” Still dazed and whimpering and achingly hard, Eddie held onto Richie as he undid Eddie’s jeans. Richie then dropped to his knees to pull them off. He helped Eddie step out of his jeans, running his hands reverently over Eddie’s legs as he did so. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve been keeping these thighs from me for months?” Richie kissed them, making Eddie quiver and flush. “Fucking tease,” he murmured into Eddie’s skin before biting down hard on the inside of Eddie’s thigh. Eddie cried out and grabbed at the bed for support. “Look at these fuckin’ things, you basically wore panties for me.” Eddie gasped as Richie playfully tugged at Eddie’s light pink, silky briefs with his teeth. He’d mostly worn them to feel confident during his exam, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of Richie when putting them on, or if he said he hadn’t bought them with money Richie gave him. Eddie leaned back as Richie spread his legs, lifting one up to get a better angle to suck marks into Eddie’s skin. The sight of Richie’s head between Eddie’s thighs, combined with the knowledge that his thighs would be covered in bruises by the end of the night, had a wet spot forming on the front of Eddie’s briefs. Richie nuzzled his face into the soft material, just barely grazing Eddie’s cock. He looked up at Eddie, his blue eyes nearly totally eclipsed. “Did you buy these with daddy’s money, baby?” Eddie nodded, blushing. Richie smirked at him. “Is this how you spend your allowance? On slutty little panties?” Eddie moaned at that and grabbed at Richie’s hair, rolling his hips forward and meeting only air. Richie chuckled. The condescension of it went straight to Eddie’s cock, which visibly twitched in his tight little briefs. “Aw, you like being called a slut, don’t you? You like it when I call you out on being a spoiled little cocktease?” Eddie yelped when Richie bit down on the inside of his other thigh.

“Daddy, please,” he whimpered. “Need you.”

For a moment Richie just hummed and kept sucking marks into his skin. But then, finally, he dragged Eddie’s briefs down and off his legs, leaving him fully exposed. Before Eddie could process what was happening, Richie was standing and spinning Eddie around and bending him over the bed, his face pressed into the mattress as his feet once again dangled over the floor. He let out a broken little moan as he felt Richie pull his cheeks apart and run his tongue over Eddie’s hole. After Richie had set a rhythm, lulling Eddie into a pleasured haze, he suddenly felt Richie’s hand come down on his ass. He moaned at the feeling, the slight pain that left an amazing stinging sensation in its wake. “God, you make the prettiest fucking noises,” Richie groaned, once again lapping his tongue over Eddie’s hole. He circled the ring of muscle a few times before pulling back. Eddie was just about to push his hips back when he felt Richie spank him again, harder this time, then felt him spit on his hole. Eddie let out a long moan; it was degrading and possessive in the best way. Eddie tried to rut against the bed, to relieve some of the desperate need that had his cock throbbing, but he couldn’t really do it with the way his feet were hanging off the bed. He heard Richie laugh behind him as he spanked him again. “Aw, you like that, baby? You like when daddy spits on you?”

Eddie let out a muffled, pathetic little, “Yes.”

“I know, it feels good, doesn’t it? Bet you wish you could get off right now.” Eddie’s desperate writhing was confirmation of that. “Don’t worry, kitten, daddy’s gonna fucking take you apart.” Eddie gasped as he felt Richie slide his tongue inside of him, setting a rhythm of fucking and swirling and teasing that had Eddie squirming. He rocked his hips back, letting his mind go fuzzy from the pleasure until suddenly Richie was pulling out and lifting Eddie up again. As disappointed as Eddie was to have Richie’s tongue no longer in his ass, he was more than happy to let Richie toss him around and lay him on his back, his head falling against the luxuriantly soft pillows. He felt so small in Richie’s bed, felt so vulnerable under his gaze—he loved it. Richie ran his hand all the way from Eddie’s throat down to his hip, taking his time before squeezing Eddie’s hip hard. “God, you look so fucking good like this, baby.” He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it aside.

Eddie let out an involuntary little moaned, “Fuck,” at the sight of Richie’s bare chest. He sat up and ran his hand over Richie’s soft, pale skin, admiring his freckles and the slight muscle definition. His shoulders looked somehow even broader now as Eddie traced his fingers over them. Richie only humored him for a moment before pressing Eddie back down and kissing him, deep and just the right amount of forceful.

Richie’s hands roamed all over Eddie’s body. “God, you’re such a pretty little boy, baby. Can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re getting fucked.” Richie bit down on Eddie’s lip, sending a thrill of pleasure through his body. “I don’t want you fucking leaving this bed for the next week, gonna bring you everything you need. Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, and then I’m gonna do it again, and again.” Eddie moaned as he felt Richie’s finger circling his slick hole. “Gonna keep you nice and full of my cock whenever I can, gonna take such good care of you. You won’t need to worry about anything, gonna be my pretty little pillow princess. You just lie there and be a good little cocksleeve and daddy will take care of everything else.” Eddie preened at the thought of Richie fawning over him, of Richie doing everything for him so that all he had to do was lie back and take Richie’s cock. It had him squirming under Richie as he grabbed at Eddie wherever he could reach, surely leaving handprints all over Eddie’s body as he glided his tongue over Eddie’s. “Can’t wait to get my cock inside you, baby.” Richie sat back on his heels then and eyed Eddie’s hole, rubbing at it teasingly.

“Please,” Eddie moaned, trying to rock his hips onto Richie’s finger.

“Shh, baby, soon,” Richie soothed, leaning over to kiss Eddie again before reaching into his bedside table. He pulled out a bottle of lube and covered his fingers in it. Eddie moaned at the sight; he didn’t think a day had gone by where he hadn’t thought of Richie’s fingers since the first time they met. They were so long, and he could only imagine how amazing they would feel inside of him, fucking him, stretching him open. Richie chuckled when Eddie instinctively opened his legs. “I know, sweetheart, I know.” He tossed the lube aside and ran his clean hand over Eddie’s thigh, holding him still before slowly sliding a slick finger inside of him.

Eddie gasped and threw his head back; one of Richie’s fingers felt like two of his own and reached deeper than he ever could have by himself. “Fuck,” he cried, “your fingers are so big, oh my god.”

“Yeah?” Richie grinned, cocky and dark. As he slowly began sliding his finger in and out of Eddie, he slid his other hand up his chest until he was cradling his jaw and running the pad of his thumb teasingly over Eddie’s lips. “One finger and you’re already a mess, huh? You like the way I fill you up, baby?” Eddie moaned as Richie slid his thumb into Eddie’s mouth, effectively silencing any response Eddie could’ve made. He let out a contented hum and eagerly sucked on Richie’s finger, holding onto Richie’s forearm with both of his hands as he bobbed his head. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Such a good little slut for daddy.” Eddie moaned again, rocking his hips as Richie began to finger him faster. Eddie cried out as Richie thrust deep inside of him, making him see stars. “Yeah, you like how deep I can get inside you, baby?” Eddie nodded. “I fucking love it too, angel. You’re so tight, so small and sweet.” He slid his thumb out of Eddie’s mouth and pressed his palm to Eddie’s throat. Eddie’s eyes widened for a moment, and he tilted his head back, giving Richie better access. Richie pressed down slightly under Eddie’s jaw on either side of his throat, moaning at the blissed out smile that graced Eddie’s face. Richie only pressed down a bit, only for a few moments at a time, just enough to get Eddie’s cock leaking all over himself. He let out breathy little moans as Richie finger fucked him, the wet sounds filling the room.

“Daddy,” Eddie moaned. He met Richie’s eyes as he begged. “Please, please, fuck me, daddy, want your cock so bad.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s cute” Richie grinned, his voice low and condescending in a way that made Eddie’s cock throb. “I need to open you up a little more before you’re ready for my cock.” As he said it, he pressed another slick finger inside of Eddie, stretching him out. Eddie felt so full already from just two of Richie’s fingers; his cock ached at the thought of how big Richie’s cock would feel inside of him.

Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts as Richie spit on his chest, sliding his free hand over Eddie’s nipples, getting them nice and wet as he played with them. “Daddy,” Eddie began, but he cut himself off with a scream as Richie curled his fingers inside of him, making electric pleasure shoot through him. He moaned and squirmed and grabbed at Richie’s hair, at the sheets, anything to ground himself as Richie leaned down and sucked on his nipples, still relentlessly fucking Eddie’s hole with his fingers. “Please,” Eddie gasped, “daddy, please.”

“You sure you’re ready, baby?” Richie teased.

“Fuck me, please,” he whined, clearly getting impatient. “I can take it!”

“Oh yeah?” Richie asked, pulling his fingers out. He had a look on his face that had Eddie’s blood pounding in excited anticipation. “Okay, baby. If you think you can take it.” He stood up off the bed then, and Eddie sat up a bit to watch. With rapt attention, his eyes followed Richie’s every movement as he dragged his jeans off his legs, then stripped off his boxers.

“God, daddy,” Eddie whimpered, drooling over the sight of Richie’s cock. It was thick and heavy and hard, and so fucking long, Eddie couldn’t believe he’d been keeping himself from a dick like that for months. It was even longer than any of his dildos or vibrators. He needed to feel it down his throat, he needed it.

Seeming to sense this, just as Eddie began to move toward him Richie lightly shoved him back down. “Stay where you are, baby.” Eddie whined but reluctantly complied. The way Richie tauntingly stroked his cock just out of Eddie’s reach had him debating whether it was worth it to be bratty if it meant getting his throat fucked. But his cock was throbbing between his legs, his hole pitifully empty, and watching Richie roll a condom on and lube up his cock made it hard to think about anything other than getting fucked. “Maybe if I’m feeling generous I’ll come on your face,” Richie mused, almost casually as he climbed back onto the bed and spread Eddie’s legs, settling naturally between them. Eddie moaned at his words and melted back into the bed. The sight of Richie above him, the way he touched him, had Eddie completely pliant. He felt warm and buzzy, almost liquid as Richie ran his hand reverently over Eddie’s thigh. As he teased the head of his cock over Eddie’s hole, he took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers. While Eddie nearly moaned just at that sight alone, at the way Richie’s hand engulfed Eddie’s own, it was also incredibly endearing, and it made something stir in his chest. Guys didn’t normally hold his hand when fucking him, and if they tried it was just weird, as he pretty much only did hookups. But with Richie… it felt different. The way Richie looked at him was different. Like he didn’t want to miss a single thing Eddie did.

Richie’s voice was low and rich and brought Eddie back as he asked, “Ready?” Eddie bit his lip and nodded. As Richie pressed himself inside of Eddie, careful and slow, Eddie squeezed Richie’s hand. His mouth dropped open in a silent cry as he felt every inch of Richie’s cock filling him up. Once he bottomed out, Richie let out a low groan and rested his forehead against Eddie’s, pressing kisses all over Eddie’s face.

“Holy… holy shit,” Eddie panted, letting his body adjust. He’d never felt this full before, had never had anything so deep inside of him. “Oh my god.”

Richie chuckled in his ear as he kissed Eddie’s neck. “What’s the matter, kitten?” he teased.

Eddie couldn’t even be bothered to take the banter bait; everything felt too good, his mind was numb. “You’re so big,” he said dumbly, saying exactly what was on his mind. “No one’s ever been this deep inside me before, holy shit.”

“I can tell,” Richie hummed. “So fucking tight for me, baby, it’s fucking amazing.” Eddie let out a small whimper as Richie sucked on his neck. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed. “I just, I need just a minute.”

Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “As long as you need.”

As Richie kissed him, sucking gently on his lower lip, Eddie slid his free hand into Richie’s hair, admiring the way his curls felt between his fingers. Then, experimentally, he lifted his legs a bit, pulling them toward himself. They both moaned at the movement, and Eddie felt Richie squeeze his hand. “Oh my god,” Eddie moaned. He grabbed Richie’s face and kissed him desperately, pleading into his lips, “Fuck, I’m ready, please, please fuck me.”

Richie grabbed him by the hair and held him down, lifting himself up with his other arm. “Yeah?” he said, voice breathy as he pulled his hips back. He looked amazing, dark curls wild as they hung around his face, his blue eyes dark and hungry behind his glasses, his lips slick and red from kissing Eddie. He squeezed Eddie’s hip hard and asked, “You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

“Please,” Eddie whined. He hooked his hands under his knees and pulled them up to his chest, spreading them nice and wide for Richie. He watched Richie’s eyes go dark and begged, “Please, need you to fuck me, daddy.”

Richie snapped his hips forward with a sharp, “Fuck,” making Eddie cry out. He pulled his hips back again, until just the tip of his cock was buried inside of Eddie. “Say that again.”

Eddie met Richie’s gaze with glassy eyes and whimpered, “Please, fuck me, daddy.”

Richie cursed again and thrust into Eddie, this time setting a more steady pace. “God, you feel so fucking good on my cock, baby.” Eddie moaned and rocked his hips, his hands falling to grip the sheets beneath him as Richie began fucking him faster, harder. “You look so good like this, so pretty when you’re moaning for my cock.” Eddie flushed; Richie’s words had precome pearling at the head of dick, dripping onto his stomach.

Richie’s thrusts were getting hard enough to rock Eddie’s body back and forth, moving him so easily as Richie fucked him. Eddie loved it, loved how effortlessly Richie could toss him around. He loved hearing Richie moan as he fucked him, loved knowing that Richie felt just as good as he did. He loved the idea of Richie using his body to get himself off. The thought had him letting out little high pitched moans with every thrust. The pleasure left his mind in a haze, and all he could concentrate on was how good Richie’s cock felt inside of him, all he could say was a desperate string of, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” broken up by wordless moans.

“Fuck, you take it so well, baby,” Richie praised, running his hand over Eddie’s chest. “So fucking good for me. You like getting fucked like this? You like being all spread out for daddy? Just lying back and taking it while daddy makes you feel good?”

“Yes!” Eddie cried. “Yes, yes, yes, daddy, oh my god, ‘s so good, fuck.”

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Richie marveled, leaning down to kiss Eddie. The new angle shifted Richie’s hips, and suddenly Eddie was seeing stars, every nerve in his body coming alive and fizzling like a sparkler. He cried out and clutched at Richie, nearly screaming from how amazing it felt.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice high and desperate. “Right there, yes, oh my fucking god, don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop.”

“Aw, sweetheart, does that feel good?” Eddie nodded frantically, his moans becoming shouts as Richie’s cock brushed against his prostate over and over, the pleasure so deep and all encompassing. He couldn’t think about anything else, all he knew was that amazing feeling, all he knew was he needed more. He wanted more and more and more, he could feel it building, was vaguely aware of the fact that he was digging his nails into Richie’s back hard enough to leave scratch marks.

“Daddy,” he slurred, “gonna c-come.”

“Fuck, baby,” Richie groaned. He spit generously into his hand and reached between them to stroke Eddie’s cock. Eddie’s back arched, pressing himself against Richie. The new contact had pleasure rushing through him, and with a few strokes of Richie’s hand on him and a nearly growled, “Come for daddy,” Eddie was coming undone. Pleasure exploded through him, wracked his body as he came all over himself, all over Richie’s hand, Richie fucking into him the whole time. Beyond the noise of his own moans and screams, he could hear Richie cursing under his breath, telling Eddie how good he was doing.

Eddie panted as he came down, blinking his eyes open slowly. Still buzzing, he watched as Richie carefully pulled out of him and rolled the condom off before leaning further over Eddie. He spit into his hand again and began stroking his own cock, a sight that made Eddie’s spent cock twitch in interest.

“Open your mouth, baby,” Richie moaned. Eddie happily complied, sticking his tongue out and closing his eyes. Moments later, Richie’s moans were filling the room, as was the slick sound of Richie stroking himself, and Eddie moaned, small and content as he felt Richie’s warm come painting his chest and cheeks and lips.

He blinked open his eyes once he heard Richie let out a heavy sigh. He looked amazing, sweaty curls clinging to his face, blue eyes hooded as he took in the sight of Eddie beneath him, covered in come. Eddie made sure to meet Richie’s gaze before he swallowed the come on his tongue, then licked more off of his lips. “Fuck, you’re a fucking angel,” Richie grinned. He swiped his fingers over Eddie’s chest, spreading his come over Eddie’s nipple before bringing it to his lips. Eddie hummed happily as he sucked on Richie’s fingers. He still felt like he was floating. Richie leaned down and kissed him, deep and lingering, before saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby, okay?” When Eddie nodded, Richie climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Eddie watched through the open door as Richie waited for the water to warm, then wet a washcloth under it before walking back over to the bed. Eddie preened as Richie cleaned him, pressing soft kisses all over his face as he gently ran the warm washcloth over Eddie’s cheeks and chest and stomach. “That was fucking amazing,” Richie said. Eddie hummed in agreement. He felt like he was glowing when he felt Richie smile against his skin. “You’re so beautiful, Eds. So fucking good for me.” As soon as Eddie was clean and the washcloth was tossed in the hamper, Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie and pulled him down against him, nuzzling into his neck.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured softly into Richie’s skin. They lay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other and pressing soft kisses against each other’s skin, until Eddie let out a small, “Richie?”

Richie sat up and met his eyes, sensing the shift in his tone. “Yeah?”

“What… what is this? Like what are we, I guess?” he asked, tracing patterns over Richie’s skin with his fingertips.

Richie smiled softly down at him and stroked his cheek. “Same thing it’s always been. Whatever you want.”

Eddie huffed. “What do you want?”

Richie bit his lip, his eyes flickering between Eddie’s. “I want you. All the time. I wanna take you on vacations and buy you gifts and flowers and dinner and watch movies with you. I wanna date you, Eds,” he said with a weak huff of a laugh. “I wanna give you the fucking world.”

Eddie grinned up at him and pulled him down for a kiss. “I wanna date you, too.”

After a few moments of chaste kisses, Richie murmured into his lips, “I also wanna fuck you in every position on every single surface I can think of.” Eddie rolled his eyes and smacked his shoulder, but he was giggling, and he couldn’t say he hadn’t been thinking the same thing.

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kickingitwithkirk · 3 years

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Rain pt:I

Summary: After Supernaturals end Jensen’s life turned upside down. A year later an unexpected movie offer gives his career a second chance but it comes with an unexpected surprises.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC! Lili

Word Count: 1918

Warnings: cursing, nervous Jensen, drinking, mentions of Holocaust, mention of divorce

A/N: This story has components from my favorite W. Somerset Maugham short Rain and Lace by Shirley Conran.

prologue

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Jensen had been sitting in his manager's office for twenty minutes having arrived early. He wasn’t gonna chance missing this meeting and seriously wished he hadn’t drank that third cup of coffee ‘cause his leg was getting sore from the relentless bouncing between the caffeine and his nerves.

After making Jared swear not to say anything he gave him what he knew. Davis didn’t have a clue what the film was but Zimmer wanted to personally meet with him and the man didn't do face to face with anyone unless he had already decided about casting them.

Davis emphasized even if it's a small part, just being in a Zimmer film could, no, would reinvigorate his career, sending it in a whole new direction, he’d be seen as not just a sci-fi/horror genre actor but one whose name was bankable, maybe even capable of opening a movie.

Jensen jumped up when the office door opened as Davis walked in followed by an older, slightly built, elegantly dressed gentleman.

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Eban Levi Zimmerman, who only went by Zimmer, was the decedent of two Holocaust refugee families, one from Austria, the other from Hungry. Both sets of his grandparents immigrated to Israel in the nineteen fifties, his mother and father were their middle children. They met and married in fifty-nine and he was born a year later.

He was their only child and dotted upon by all his family. From a young age he fell in love with the movies, his youth spent endlessly watching the greats of the silent era to the in fashion Cinema Italiano.

After graduating secondary school he was admitted into the NYC film school. Two years later he transferred to and graduated from USC film department.

He spent the next decade honing his craft as an assistant director for the likes of Spielberg, Scorsese, and Merchant before independently making his first film, a documentary on his family’s Holocaust experience.

It earned him an academy award nomination for best short documentary and soon studios were vying for him.

Zimmer’s directorial style had been compared to that of (One take Woody) W.S.van Dyke, bringing in his films on time and under budget.

His specialty was taking period pieces based on classic works and modernizing them with the gritty realism he learned under Scorsese. The studios learned years ago not to offer Zimmer big budget films with mindless, watered down scripts crafted for mass box office drawings only.

He was notorious for utilizing the difficult to pull off, long track shots, also learned under Scorsese. Many found this exasperating and exhausting to achieve.

A-list actors publicly pronounced they’d love the opportunity to be directed by him and some had been..but only once. He was always curtious but they learned the hard way he has absolutely no tolerance for a dialed in performance from his actors.

Behind the scenes they ended up cursing his name, becoming quickly disenchanted when they found that once in Zimmer’s domain, they would not be toadied or pampered, their whines catered to on his sets.

He also keeps an eye out for new talent, having cultivated his own small stable of actors utilizing them in most of his films as they had not only proved their mettle but earned his personal respect.

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“Mr. Ackles, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Zimmer said sidestepping Davis and extending his hand, his grip stronger than he appeared surprising Jensen. “Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

Zimmer softly humphs, waving a hand, “my father is sir, call me Zimmer,” he responds in a soft spoken accent more European than Israeli. “You’re taller than I thought, excellent. Of course, working alongside Mr. Padalecki would make most of us look short, I’m sure to appear as a midget next to him.”

Jensen chuckled, “Yeah, Jared has a lot of acreage. Please call me Jensen.”

“Won’t you have a seat…” Davis started and Zimmer gives him a do not interrupt me look.

“Jensen, would you please remove your hat and jacket.” He pulled off his ball cap and jacket as Zimmer walked slowly around him, sizing him up in an appreciable manner, “veuillez m’excuser,” and with his index finger poked at Jensen’s chest and abdomen.

“What the…” Jensen jerked in surprise as Zimmer smiled at him. “I’d appreciate it if you join me for lunch. I want to discuss the prospects of you joining my new project.” He turned walking out the office door without another word leaving the two men in shock.

“What’a you doing, waiting for an engraved invitation, move your ass!” Davis hissed at him.

Jensen grabbed his jacket and cap hurrying after Zimmer, suddenly feeling like a newbie chasing his big break instead of someone in the biz for over twenty years.

Zimmer was getting into his car as Jensen emerged from the building. Taking a deep breath to slow his heart rate and steady his nerves he climbed in the back of the limousine, sitting on the long seat on the other side of the limos bar. They drove in silence for a few minutes before pulling up to the Chateau Marmont.

Lunch turned out to be what in the fifties was termed a liquid lunch at the Bar Marmont. Zimmer orders a dirty martini with three olives and Jensen has a Chimay, figuring he better stick to something that wouldn’t muddle his brain today.

Zimmer takes a sip studying Jensen over the rim of the glass demonstrating his nervous tick with his tongue, slightly popping out between his lips licking at the bottom one but acting as if he’s not.

“You’re wondering why someone like me would contact you, am I not correct?”

Jensen fully licks his lips, “Honestly, yeah, I’m confused as hell. It’s not like we run in the same circles.”

“No, we certainly do not. I keep my eyes open for talent that has been, shall we say..overlooked, or in your case, underutilized. Casting picks up on your obvious qualities and misses the more subtle aspects.”

“Subtle aspects?”

“Yes, you’ve honed your obvious talents quite well. A long time ago Fellini told me a good director will only see the surface, a great one will seek out the untapped potential.” He paused to take sip, “I will admit I’m not a fan of your previous show but a close friend of mine is. I have always wondered why my friend had watched for years, what made your show so special. They told me to watch the nonverbal relationship between the Winchester brothers, how a glance, posture, a twitch even, expresses more than written words. I then saw it.”

“It?”

“I watched an episode with the deadly sins, the one with gluttony I believe, who found Dean hollow, it was the end that caught my attention, something in your expression when you were begging for help, I knew I found my Mr. Davidson.”

“Mr. Davidson.”

“Do you only parrot the end of sentences Jensen?” Zimmer teased, “Over a decade ago a spec script was being shopped around. It was an updated version of the 1928 silent film based on W. Somerset Maugham's short story Miss Thompson, which was severely edited due to objectionable moral content...language and reference to Davidson’s title as Reverend borrowed from the stage version. It’s rather amusing the censors found those things immoral considering the lifestyles in pre-code Hollywood.

This script was brought to my attention by a studio optioning it at the time. I agreed to direct if we came to terms on the stars. They were very specific about who they wanted to star, both are excellent actors but I believed they didn’t fit the roles and suggested two other leads. Well, long story short, it fell through.” Zimmer paused again to savor his drink, “I later found out someone had purchased the script and all rights to it produce it at a later date.” He stops to nibble on an olive.

“Preproduction is currently underway, the rest of the cast has been signed and I’m planning to start rehearsals in a few weeks. The only component missing is Davidson.” Zimmer pulls a script from his inner coat pocket and sits it on the table.

“There are two things I need you to consider before agreeing: you’ll have to lose a minimum of fifteen pounds, twenty five preferably, I have a nutritionist you can consult with to safely do it in the time since actual filming doesn’t start until October.”

Jensen never had to do extensive exercising to stay in his current shape but knew losing that much weight wouldn’t be easy with his solid build, “And the second?”

Zimmer tapped his slender fingers on the script a few times before opening it, “I am trusting your discretion if you say no not to discuss the scene you read,” he slid it across the table. Jensen picked it up and scanned through the script, reading the dialogue.

He shook his head and reread through it again slowly, paying closer attention to the directors notes. “Are you seriously shooting this?”

“Yes, this is my completed shooting script for the film. You’ve done some directing, that’s the reason I showed it to you. I wanted you to know what this part fully entails.” He retrieved the script placing it back into his inner coat pocket before picking up his martini glass studying Jensen over the rim again. “And before you ask, yes, the actress playing Sadie knows about the scene and I’m well aware this part is like nothing you’ve never done before.”

“I’m sorry but I really don’t get it, why me? I’ve done mostly television, what makes you believe I can pull off this role?”

“Instinct.” Zimmer clasped his hands together on top of the table and leaned towards him, “I don’t waste my time on anyone or anything I don’t have faith in Jensen.”

Zimmer reaches for his glass again, “Like I’ve stated, I see more in your acting abilities than you’ve tapped yet. You’ll be working with some of the best in the business, co-stars who will push you to reach for that extra bit. Say yes and I can help shape you into an actor who gets the coveted rolls most only dream of.” He finishes the last of his martini.

“I’m going to say this now, I’m not missing Christmas with my kids, I’ve already promised them I would be there, it's the first since my divorce. I also have to be in Toronto in early February.”

“I’ve cut out a week of rehearsals to compensate for the producer who insisted shutting down production from December twenty-third to January third. We are scheduled to wrap filming by the twenty-ninth, so there’s no conflict with your other commitments.”

Jensen mentally calculates actual filming time will be less than thirteen weeks, a tight shoot compared to some filming schedules.

Zimmer stares him straight in the eye, “I’ll apologize now for the time constraint, a decision such as this that will affect your career needs time to consider but unfortunately, I need a definitive answer by tonight.

Zimmer stood up, “Now, the driver will take you back to your management's offices. I have a currier waiting with a contract for you to look over, I’m sure you’ll find the terms more than applicable.” He extended his hand and Jensen got up to shake it, “I’m looking forward to working with you Jensen Ackles.”

tbc

Tagging: SPN @donnaintx

Dean/Jensen: @flamencodiva

Rain @stoneyggirl

#jensen ackles #jensen ackles x ofc #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles au #slow burn #rpf fanfic #rpf

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mypurelyselfindulgentprompts · 3 years

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Community Demigod Headcannon/Fanfic Idea

They all go to Camp Half-Blood and meet there. Maybe they have to go on a quest at some point. I don't know. But anyway these are my ideas of who their godly parents would be.

Troy - Son of Ares

Troy is a jock and he gives off a very himbo-like energy. And as shown with Frank not all children of Ares/Mars are aggressive. I think Troy is one of those people who is able to get along with everyone at camp. And everyone knows that during Capture the Flag Troy and Abed’s cabins have to be paired together because the two would never fight against each other. The one time they were on opposite sides it diverged from Capture the Flag to an all out war (Like the blanket fort vs pillow fort war).

Annie - Daughter of Athena

Annie is the most studious person in the study group. During high school she had a 4.0 and is dedicated to her studies.

Britta - Daughter of Demeter

I feel like out of all the demigods the children of Demeter would be the ones who are typically the most into activism. Honestly I don’t know how else to explain it, it’s just how I see her.

Pierce - Satyr

Pierce is a satyr like Coach Hedge. Honestly I just can’t see his character as young. If he was the son of a god, I would probably say Dionysus. I prefer him being a satyr though. An asshole satyr, but a satyr.

Jeff - Son of Hermes

Jeff was a lawyer and is easily able to manipulate people in the show. Hermes is known for being a thief and mischievous. I think it fits.

Abed - Son of either Apollo or Aphrodite

Ok for Abed I couldn’t decide. I know that Apollo probably fits more because Abed is so into pop culture, but I just love the idea of him being the son of Aphrodite. For one it would mean that he would still have his single dad and a mother who left. But also I just love the idea of everyone being confused about how he is the son of Aphrodite. But it is shown in the show that Abed is able to be very charming and pretty much everyone in the show and who watch the show fall in love with his character. And I like imagining all his sisters and brothers being very overprotective over him. So yes, while Apollo might seem to outwardly fit more, I just love the idea of him being the son of Aphrodite.

Shirley

Shirley is another one that I had trouble with. I would love to say that she is the daughter of Hestia or Hera, but neither of them have children who are demigods. And there are a ton that could fit but aren’t perfect. She could be a daughter of Aphrodite. I don’t really have an argument but it could work. She could be a daughter of Tyche, who is the goddess of chance and fortune. Again I could see that working but I don’t have much idea of how it would fit other than her wanting to be an entrepreneur. I could see her being the daughter of Iris. Shirley is such a happy person and rainbows are usually a happy sign. I could even see her being a daughter of Dionysus. We have seen such as in Troy’s 21st birthday episode that Shirley was a heavy drinker in the past, but she is trying to get past that. So maybe the same thing could be said with this. Her father is Dionysus and when she was younger she would use that as part of her excuse for why she was drinking a lot, but when she was 16 she got pregnant (or maybe that is when they go on the quest) and she hasn’t gone back to drinking ever since. She isn’t proud of her past, but she is proud of her journey. Honestly, of these ideas for Shirley the order from which ones I like the most to least is: Dionysus, Tyche, Iris, Aphrodite.

It’s free real estate. Please feel free to use this idea. If you do use it, please just let me know. My ao3 is KnightsofAce if you want to gift it to me. Or just let me know if the comments. I want to read it so please just let me know if you write something based on my idea.

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csinickstokes · 3 years

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EEEEEEEEEEEE thank you @panchostokes and @telltaleclerk!!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜 Great minds think alike!

I just have to say, please don't think I'm crazy after this 😂😅 (I am)

The first character that I fell in love with: Nicholas Parker Stokes 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: Hodges, I’m so sorry everyone, but he was written to be too awkward and it gives me second hand embarrassment.

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: I still like all the same ships.

My ultimate favorite character: Nick Stokes

Prettiest character: Nick Stokes

My most hated character: He who shall not be named that Nick should've taken care of when he had the chance but Nick is too pure and perfect for that.

My OTP: I like Warnick best I think, followed closely by Nick×Greg, Nick and Finn, and Nick and Kristy (who deserved better!!). Basically Nick plus the happiness he deserves! 👏👏👏

My NOTP: Sara and anybody but Grissom. BROTP though with her and Nick!

Favorite episode: 6×05 Gum Drops!! 😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜

Saddest death: WARRICK BROWN 💔😭

Favorite season: Season 2 or 3, we still had baby Nick and they’d settled in together and was really a good team

Least favorite season: Not there yet but I have seen some of the episodes out of order when it used to come on TV, season 9.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: Langston, I don't hate him, just he was focused on so much to the detriment of everyone else.

My ‘you’re a piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Shirley! 😂😂😂 iykyk

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Warrick!!! Finn! Kristy!

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but I still love it’ ship: Is there one for CSI? I wanna hear about it! Probably the closest would be Catherine and Nick, cause they're more familial but I've read some good fics with them if I don't think about it too much lol.

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested’ ship: Y'all gonna think it's weird but I do think Nick and Morgan would be cute together. She's better with Greg though, but I think a date between them would be cute.

#csi #csi ask #fandom asks #ask game #tv ask game #nick stokes #warrick brown #greg sanders #sara sidle #catherine willlows #morgan brody #kristy hopkins #julie finlay

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hammeredalcoholic · 4 years

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hello I just found you and I love your work xD how do these ask things go I'm fairly new to this... Can I request from Polnareff? Up to you what happens with it, just some fun with him xD

perfect. I’ve had a Polnareff WIP from a series i wanted to start. It was basically reader has a stand that can control other users if they do sexual things together. so, without ado! here it be.

Stand Name: Electra Heart (if you kno u kno)

rated nsfw/18+

Stepping into the grungy bar, you sighed to yourself. DIO had told you that the crusaders were headed to Luxor, and you were meant to defeat them. Anything for cash, right?

You walked over to the bartender, sitting right in front of him. He smiled at you, and asked what you’d like to drink. “A dirty shirley, please. Extra cherries.” He nodded to you, and went to make the drink.

Any moment, the crusaders were meant to get here. This exact bar. At least, that’s what DIO had told you when you called him less than 20 minutes ago. You looked down at yourself, tanned skin, jean shorts and a simple tank top. Hopefully this would work.

Your stand, Electra Heart, was a very simple stand. It didn’t have much for hand on hand combat, but more of a nuisance. Any other stand user who deemed you worthy of having in their bed, were then placed under your control.

It was simple, your job was to get at least 2 or more of the men under your control, and have them destroy the others, and then themselves. Easy. Nothing you haven’t pulled off before.

But yet, you were nervous. You knew how powerful the men’s stands were, but if you didn’t reveal your stand, then they would be none the wiser. Just have to look cute and be flirty, nothing you couldn’t do.

The bartender handed your drink back, and you gave him a smile. You took quick sips of the beverage, popping a few of the cherries into your mouth. Now, it’s time to wait.

As soon as you thought that, the door to the bar was slammed open. You jumped slightly, before looking at who decided to enter an establishment that way.

The Stardust Crusaders. And first to walk in was none other than the Frenchman, Jean-Pierre Polnareff. The others followed behind him, tall and powerful. You quickly went back to your drink, not wanting to bring any attention to yourself. Well, not yet, anyways.

The men sat at a table near the bar, and one of them waved the bartender over. You watched them order their drinks, before striking up a conversation. You tried to listen in on it.

“So where are we again? And how close are we to Cairo?” Polnareff asked, looking over to Joseph Joestar. “We’re in Luxor. We’re going to stay here overnight and then head to Cairo. We should be there tomorrow.” Mr. Joestar responded, nodding slightly.

Jotaro looked up from under his hat. “Who do you think will be the next Stand user?”

Avdol replied after a sigh. “I am unsure, but I do know that as we get closer to DIO, the stronger the Stands are.” Jotaro grunted in response.

“That means we have to be on the lookout as much as possible. The next stand user could possibly be in this bar, we don’t know.” Kakyoin said, glancing around the establishment.

You felt your nerves spike at that. If they found out that you were here with them, you would be a goner. Electra Heart was nothing compared to the fighting power of any of their Stands.

You kept your calm, sipping your drink again. Glancing over at the table of men, you popped another cherry in your mouth. That’s when Jean met eyes with you.

At first, he squinted, looking you over as if you could be their next enemy. You smirked at him, leaning forward and sucking on the cherry in your mouth. You then arched your back, making your ass pop out slightly. You threw him a wink.

That’s when you saw his eyes go directly to your butt. His cheeks flushed slightly, and you knew his suspicion was gone. The bartender walked back up to the table, and gave the group of men their drinks. You kept your eyes on the French man.

Looks like he’ll be the first.

You had finished your drink, and asked for one more. You were planning on staying until the crusaders had left, so you might as well have fun doing it.

You quickly received your drink, extra cherries and everything. It was nice, giving you a good buzz and warming your stomach. You glanced back over at the table of men, popping another cherry in your mouth. You noticed Polnareff’s eyes were trained on your chest now.

Cute.

He was interested, to say the least. The next thing was figuring out how to get him away from the other crusaders. Waiting until they headed back to their hotel would take up too much time, you needed at least 3 of them to be at your bidding.

Suddenly, the said man stood up and excused himself to the bathroom. You watched him head to the hallway that led to the restrooms. Now was your chance.

You waited a few seconds, until he completely disappeared down the hallway. Getting off the bar stool, you followed him.

There were two individual bathrooms, one was in use. You knocked gently against the door, hearing a grunt. “It’s taken!” Jean said back to you, and you smirked.

“Honey, I know. That’s why I came.” Your voice dripped with sweetness, hoping to coax him into letting you in. You heard the shuffling of feet, and then the door opening. The man stared down at you, smirking slightly.

“Ah, I see mon poussin. What can I help you with?” Polnareff said, and you felt him eye you up again. “More like what can I help you with.” You said, walking into the small room. “I saw your eyes on me, and I’d say that I wouldn’t mind hearing what you were thinking about.” You slowly pushed him up against the wall, after closing and locking the door behind you.

“Oh, well- Um!” You shut him up with a fierce kiss. You moved your lips expertly, having done this exact situation before. He licked your bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. You allowed him, letting him search your mouth.

You hummed against him, pressing your chest against his. He pulled back, panting slightly. “Ma cherie, I haven’t even learned your name!” You smirked at him, leaning up and ghosting your lips against his ear. You moved down and pressed hot kisses to his neck, then collar bone, and nipping his shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter.” You shifted your weight, feeling something pressed against your belly. “Hm, what’s this?” You brought a hand to the tent in his pants. Feeling it up, running your fingers against it. “Ah!” Polnareff gasped, leaning into your touch.

This was it.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, making quick work of untying his pants and pulling them down slightly. His bulge was more prominent through his boxer briefs, and you mouthed at the tip. Jean let out a moan, one hand clutching the wall behind him, and the other getting lost in your hair.

Continuing to mouth along his erection, one hand came up to cup his balls. You knew what you were doing, and it was obvious from the sound that came out of his mouth. Jean’s fingers started to tug at your hair, and you knew he was growing impatient.

You leaned back and pulled his boxers down, releasing his cock from it’s confides. It was bigger than you thought, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Lidding your eyes, you looked back up at him, ghosting your lips along the tip.

Blush had spread across his cheeks at his ears, as well as down his neck and shoulders. It was a good look for him. Slowly, you let your tongue lull out, licking softly against the underside of his dick. Jean let out a strangled mewl, and you decided to take pity on him.

Using one hand, you groped his cock, pumping him quickly. He threw his head back against the door, his hips jutting forward slightly. You smiled to yourself, opening your mouth, and taking as much as him as you could.

It was hot, the feeling of him inside your mouth sent waves of pleasure to your core. You may be doing this for some 100+ year old vampire, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun. Bobbing your head, you kept your eyes trained on his face.

Jean’s eyes were screwed shut, his hand clenching and unclenching in your hair. It looked like it wouldn’t last as long as you expected, he had probably stopped touching himself while on the journey. You sped up your movements, swirling your tongue around his cock, before sucking hard on the tip.

That did it for him, his hand bringing you as far down on his cock as possible, cumming down your throat. He was lucky you didn’t have a gag reflex. After he had ridden out his high, he pulled out of your mouth. Swallowing quickly, you looked up at him.

“Electra Heart.”

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Enchanted - Gilbert Blythe

Request: Okay great! Can I request a Gilbert blythe x reader when they’re dating but then reader sees Anne and Gilbert having a friendly hug and she misinterprets it as something else and Gilbert tries to apologize. in the end they make up and it’s all fluff?

A/N: Based off Gilbert Blythe from the Netflix adaptation Anne With An E.

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The train ride in from Toronto was both longer and shorter than you wanted it to be. Gilbert sat beside you, fiddling with the cufflinks on his jacket sleeves as the train jostled along toward Avonlea. There had been a ferry ride from Halifax as well. The summer was setting in and Gilbert had asked you to come to Avonlea with him to meet his business partner and housemate Bash and Bash’s daughter Delphine.

“Ever since my father died, they’ve been my family.” Gilbert had explained.

There were other people he had mentioned as well. Friends from school, Moody, Diana, a girl called Ruby who had been obsessed with him in her youth.

“I didn’t know it at the time, obviously, but Moody’s told me in great detail.” A whole anthology of his life had been shared with you since September.

And then there were the Cuthberts. He mentioned Marilla and her brother Matthew, both having been good to him when his father passed. But most of all he spoke of Anne. Close friends and rivals throughout their years together, she seemed to be the antidote to every story he told. The heroine in all his tales of the Island. And while you were excited to meet her, you would have been lying to say that you were also terrified. Who was this Anne and how could you compare to someone as magnanimous as her?

You weren’t sure if the knowledge that you would be staying with the Cuthberts made it worse or better. He had written to Anne to ask if you could board there for the summer while you visited him, a mark of a serious courtship surely, but still you couldn’t find yourself totally calm during the ride.

“Are the Cuthberts meeting us at the station?” You chanced to ask, realizing that you weren’t entirely sure what was going to happen once you arrived in Avonlea.

When Gilbert had asked you to come home with him for the summer you had been surprised and, though you hated to admit it, a tad bit reluctant. You and Gilbert had met through a friend of a friend way back in September at the beginning of the school. Both students from small towns who had excelled. Both formerly betrothed, though you more than he, who had rebelled against the prospect of a richer future in the interest of an educated, self-fulfilling future. A rather progressive woman, in action and speech more than trend, like so many of the women who had been present in his life before.

“I’m not entirely sure how I should go about this,” he had started, already proving himself to be clueless when it came to courting, “I’ve been to tea before and I’m sad to say I’ve forgotten all the rules.” The easy smile made up for his forgetfulness.

You could hardly remember either, getting lost in the romantic nature of his eyes that Ruby and Anne had both experienced in his early school days. “It’s quite alright, surely between the two of us we can navigate.”

And so you did. Navigate. Through the beginnings of a relationship and the beginning of college. It was odd, to find someone who so championed your education and put priority on the finishing of college before anything else. You expected him to treat the relationship casually then, just friends who knew that they liked each other. But he didn’t. He was serious about it and, as such, invited you to visit for the summer.

“I can’t wait for you to see Avonlea.” Gilbert mentioned, eyes fixed on the passing landscape.

“I’m looking forward to it.” And you were. Spending more time with Gilbert, seeing where he was from, meeting the people he considered part of his family. That all sounded spectacular to you.

The train arrived in Avonlea a short time later. Gilbert exited before you in search of the luggage.

“It’s never where they say it will be.”

You stood, waiting for him, on the platform. You’d taken plenty of trains in your lifetime but somehow stepping onto the platform in Avonlea felt different. It was as if you were a child again, riding for the first time, nervous of your surroundings and unsure who to ask for help. It was all very overwhelming and in an instant, the bustling crowd had seemed to swallow Gilbert up, his figure disappearing behind a cloud of smoke. You considered calling out to him. Should you chance him realizing that you were having the most pathetic of panic attacks.

Off to a good start in Avonlea.

Through the smog and the voices for the crowd your ears caught the distinctive sound of an accent, one native to an island, calling Gilbert’s name. You remembered his stories about his business partner and practical brother Bash and decided the Gilbert being called was yours. Heading through the smoke you arrived on the other side to find a small gathering of people, Gilbert at the front of them. You had come through in just enough time to see a young woman with long red hair hug him. A much friendlier hug then you would have expected someone to give, even with small town etiquette not being as reserved as the city.

But you recognized that redhead immediately, regardless of never having seen her before. It was Anne, it had to be. The Anne that Gilbert had talked about from school. The Anne that he corresponded with.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry I was just coming to get you.” Gilbert’s hand at your wrist and his sincere apology carried you back to the reality of the platform. You were standing there, center of attention now.

“Quite alright.” You smiled, filing the uneasiness away for later. You would be upset when you were alone. Though would you truly be alone? You were to stay with Anne after all.

“Let me introduce you.” And just like that Gilbert was going through the odd, makeshift family that he had assembled. You were hugged by Anne as well, and nearly everyone else. Bash teased that there would be plenty of appraising done that night over dinner though you seemed to win him over quite easily when you offered to hold Delphine during the ride back to Gilbert’s farm.

Try as you might the carriage ride home filled you with dread. Even Delphine couldn’t distract you from the tortuous thoughts in your head. Had you come all this way to Prince Edward Island with Gilbert only to have him tell you he loved another. And what if he never told you, what if he just continued on, in some elaborate rouse where you were his intended (something he had made perfectly clear before proposing the idea of PEI) but he was thinking of someone else. Someone who had leagues more history with him than you could every accumulate.

The first stop, once the carriage had arrived outside of the Blythe family farm, was the tour. While Bash took Delphine inside Gilbert took you along the grounds. Your hand was tucked in the crook of his elbow as he walked you about, pointing out parts of the land and supplying humorous antidotes to accompany the visuals.

“And here Anne,” he began, telling the third story in a row that featured his redheaded best friend.

“You have a lot of stories about Anne.”

“I suppose so.”

“More than anyone else.” You continued on. You were no longer on the train platform or in the carriage. You wouldn’t stay a moment longer to be second fiddle to Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, however charming she had already proven herself to be.

“I...hadn’t noticed.”

“Well, unfortunately,” you took your hand back, here in the orchard grove, “I have. I didn’t come all the way from Toronto to be humiliated Gilbert.”

He looked rightfully confused. Everything until now had felt perfectly normal between the two of you. He’d hadn’t sensed the change in attitude, in fact it had come out of nowhere to hit him in the gut. “I don’t know what you mean?”

“Don’t you? I make a world of excuses for your correspondence with another woman, knowing how much Anne means to you but then we arrive here and it feels as if I've been making those excuses to myself as well. Have I? Am I so delusional to think that it’s only friendship you feel for her?” You confessed, thinking back to the hug at the platform. The way she had thrown her arms around him in excitement.

“Anne and I are just friends. I’ve told you that.” Gilbert replied.

“Why don’t I feel like that?”

“Avonlea is my home and the people here are my family. I love and care for them all deeply. And that’s why I wanted to bring you here. So you could know them too and so you could consider if, maybe, in the future, you could make Avonlea your home too. I love you, and I meant what I said before we came out here. I want a future with you, a family with you, and I want us to make a home. Here, if you could see yourself here.” Gilbert said, concern marring his features. Had he not been clear?

You crossed your arms and turned your head away, looking out passed the rolling fields of the farm. What could you say? You loved him too. The thought of starting a family with him here, on this island, was a wonderful thought and you wanted nothing more than to be part of his life.

“Once, when I was much younger, I admit I felt something toward Anne but we’re only friends. She’s been a big part of my life since she came to Avonlea and helped me become the person I am. A person who loves you. Who would never hurt you. Please, you have to believe me. Anne is my friend but you and I...you’re the person I imagine spending the rest of my life with.” Gilbert continued.

“I love you as well...I guess I’m just nervous to be here. To meet your family and friends and know them.” You admitted, looking back at him. Gilbert looked near heartbreak, his usual bright eyes a sad, drowning, blue.

“They love you already, trust me.”

“I really do like Anne...I think we would be great friends.” You had heard certain parts of her letters read allowed when he found bits funny or was reminded of something you might have said. You had thought that she sounded like she could become a good friend of yours, someone you could rely on here in Avonlea and you had looked forward to meeting. “I think I’m just so nervous I made myself jealous.”

“There is nothing to be jealous of.” Gilbert reassured. “Shall we finish the tour?”

“Please? I want to see everything before dinner.” You replied, taking the arm he offered once more. You looked back around the orchard one more time, “are we alone?”

“Bash is at the house with Delly.”

With that knowledge you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Alright, show me the rest of this enchanted island.” You said, using Anne’s words from earlier. Enchanted. You imagined this summer would be.

I imagined this being done yesterday but my youngest sister decided to give me a minor panic attack and I spent most of the day freaking out when I meant to be writing.

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Transfer Dance

Paring: Jeff Winger x Reader

Show: Community

Word Count: 1.6K

~Master~

You knew shouldn’t have gone to the dance. After Slater welcomed herself back into the picture, you felt any chances at had with Jeff gone. He was forever to remain your best friend. Nothing more. You loved your friends, you really did, but with Jeff everything was easier. Sure, when the group first joined together, he was hitting on you, a lot, but soon all the flirtations subsided, and Britta got the most of his attempts. You were the one getting the friend side of the man. The side that always bickered with him over the dumbest things, holding grudges until he brought you your favorite food. You were the one he was always drunk dialing, something you loved to use to joke at him and an event that occurred just as often on your store. That was when you realized you liked Jeff more than you should’ve, and you lost the opportunity to tell him.

The dance was crowded as you walked in wearing dress and a pair of heels you hardly ever wore and searched around for your friends. Pierce was playing the piano as you looked past him, seeing the rest of your friends crowded around a table, looking like the life was drained out of them. You chuckled to yourself, your heels clicking across the cafeteria floor as you walked over. Shirley saw you first, waving her hand in the air at you. You shot her a smile as the rest of your friends turned around.

“Wow Y/N. You clean up nicely.” Troy said as you grinned at him. While his compliment was nice, he wasn’t the one you wanted attention from. You tried to hide the fact you looked at Jeff out of the corner of your eye. You could’ve sworn you saw him slack-jawed looking at you, but you couldn’t confirm your suspicions before Annie came running into the room.

“Guys!” she called out, getting you to turn and look at her. “Vaughn got recruited to a college in Delaware. I’m gonna go with him for the summer.” She smiled at you all.

“Classic last-day-of-school plot twist.” Abed said before Annie went on, telling you of Vaughn’s desires to become a famous hackie-sacker. You couldn’t ignore the fact you were happy for her, she had the guts to get with a guy she liked. You should’ve asked for her advice.

“Y/N? Can you help me get refreshments?” She turned to you and suddenly her brows were drawn together.

“Uh, yeah of course.” You said as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you along. You spared a glance back to Shirley, Troy, Abed, and Jeff. The first three were engaging in their own conversations while Jeff was watching you get hauled off, raising his brow at you. You just shrugged, stopping when you got to the refreshment table. “What’s going on Annie, you’re acting weird.”

“I’m not just going to Delaware for the summer.” She blurted out.

You cocked your head at her. “You’re not?” She shook her head.

“I’m transferring with Vaughn.” Your jaw dropped open as you looked at her. After Jeff, she was the one you were the closest too. “Please don’t tell anyone until I’m gone.”

“You’re leaving? I can’t- but we- you’re leaving?!” She grabbed your hands, giving you a smile.

“Y/N, I want to live in the moment! Pierce makes me happy.”

You sighed, trying to hide the way your face wanted to frown. She was right, she had been happier. You pulled her in for a hug, chuckling in her ear. “I hope it’s a catastrophe.” You whispered into her ear as she giggled, and you pulled away.

“Well, I know what you give me as a going away present!” She seemed cheerful and you knew right away this wasn’t going to be good. You narrowed your eyes at her, but she just turned you around. Without even trying, your eyes found Jeff leaning on the table. “Tell Jeff how you feel.”

Your cheeks heated up as you ducked your head. “Annie, I can’t.”

“Come on Y/N. I see the way you look at him! Don’t deny it.” You weren’t denying it, but you weren’t admitting it. Annie saw your reluctance, and put her hands on your shoulder, giving you a shake. “I just want you to be happy like I am.” You knew she meant well, but telling Jeff the truth just wasn’t in the cards for you.

“So, tell me what you and Vaughn are going to do.” Annie’s spirits lifted as she went on, telling you even more about Vaughn and hacky-sack until Vaughn himself showed up and stole Annie away for the moment. You were alright with it until you turned around, seeing both Slater and Britta fanning over Jeff. It wasn’t a sight you expected to see as you tried to walk away but couldn’t manage to take that step. You didn’t know what came over you but once Jeff caught sight of you, you finally unfroze, seeing Troy walk past you with a giant cookie, munching away.

“What is that?” you asked him, seeing him register you were there.

“Giant cookie.” You were going to say more but decided against it, letting him walk away as you snickered, shaking your head. You tried to ignore Jeff for the night, and it mostly worked, even through saying goodbye to Annie. Soon it was time for the nominees to be named and you stood with Shirley, listening to Dean Pelton blabber on. You were honestly starting to get bored but once Britta’s name was called you perked up, remembering your friend was a nominee. But once Britta walked on stage, you furrowed your brows.

She grabbed the microphone from Pelton. “This is a huge honor.” Her words seemed to be pointed towards Slater, only managing to make yourself feel worse. Pelton took the microphone from her and ruined her victory speech, telling her he was just naming the girl nominated. You felt bad for her as Pelton carried on.

But then Britta grabbed the microphone again.

She was looking out into the crowd. “Jeff Winger, do not get back with Slater.” You ignored the feeling in your stomach as you followed, listening to her words. You figured out she was looking at Jeff not far from you. “I love you.”

You knew you gasped, hoping the action went unnoticed as everyone fell silent. It was unnerving, sitting there with Jeff just not replying to her. He wasn’t denying her… why was that the only hope you had? Jeff had started towards her to talk and you watched absolutely terrified.

That’s when Slater joined, and you knew any chance you truly had was gone at Slater’s words. “I love you.”

Why couldn’t you breathe?

Why, despite how much you wanted, you couldn’t manage to take that breath.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You could hear Shirley call your name, but it was faint, almost as if she wasn’t saying a thing. “Y/N?”

You didn’t say anything as you took off, not hearing two distinct voices call after you.

You were outside before you realized, finally able to catch your breath. You were dumb. You were stupid and blind not to be able to see any of the signs! How could you not see the signs you and Jeff would never be! You were-

“Y/N?” Your eyes widened as you spun around on your heels, watch a jogging Jeff come to a stop.

“Jeff?” You tried to hide the crack in your voice as you cleared your throat. “What are you doing out here?”

“You ran off.”

You didn’t think he noticed being caught up in the two beautiful women professing their love for him inside. You needed an excuse. “I had to take a call.”

“You had to take a call?” Jeff didn’t believe you, obviously. In fact, the moment he heard Shirley call out your name amongst the chaos in his brain, his eyes shot to you, hoping you’d make his decision for him. In all honesty, you did. One look at you running out of a dance and he felt like he was in high school again.

“What are you doing out here Jeff.” You played with the fabric of your dress, avoiding looking up at him. “I think Britta and Michele are waiting for you back inside.” You knew you were practically pushing him away, but you couldn’t help it. You struggled to come to terms with your feelings, feeling it was too high school-y for college, but Britta and Slater were able to do it.

“You ran out.” He repeated, a small smirk on his face when you looked up to him, feeling your heart stop as he came closer to you. “I choose you Y/N.”

You didn’t hear… he didn’t say… wait, what?

“What about Britta?” You hadn’t known what you were doing. He said he chose you. Why are you denying it?! “Or Slater? I thought-“

“I choose you.” He cut you off. His hand reached out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. Your lips parted in surprise as you gasped and looking into his eyes. Your eyes closed slowly as Jeff leaned in, his lips hitting yours briefly before pulling back. Your eyes were still closed, terrified you imagined it before you finally opened to see the cocky look on Jeff’s face. The expression however softened at one look into your E/C eyes. Your lips were magnets as they reconnected, and you were drunk off the feeling.

You were kissing Jeff.

Jeff kissed you.

You when you separated this time you didn’t wait to look at him, feeling his thumb come up to caress your cheek gently. “I’ll always choose you.”

A/N: Did I mean for this to happen? Not one bit. Thank you @faith-quake for getting me addicted to Community. I started watching it yesterday and now im in the middle of season 2, then this came to be last night when I was talking to her. So here you go! Faith how’d I do?😂 Also forgive me if people seem OoC, I’m still learning characters and haven't gotten far into the series.

ALSO THERE IS LIKE NO COMMUNTIY FICS ON TUMBLR, THUS THIS NEEDED TO BE BORN! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?

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greensydney · 3 years

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Wellness Segments from The Friend Zone Podcast

This is where I’ll be listing Fran’s Wellness Segments. It will be updated regularly. Any specific products/stores mentioned will be linked :)

Ep. 1: It’s Ok to Log Off

Being the first episode, Fran starts us off easy with a loving suggestion to take a social media break. At the time of this recording, “Twitterless Assante” was reaping the benefits of taking mindless twitter scrolling out of his life for some time.

Ep. 2: Family Matters

This is where we start digging in and doing the work. Here, Fran asks us to look within to resolve family disputes that have gone unchecked. Have the talks that you have been avoiding, even if it feels uncomfortable. Remember to come from a place of compassion when approaching loved ones, and to not take anything personally. Which is a theme throughout many of the early episodes, as it’s the 2nd agreement in The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz, one of the many books Fran has suggested.

Ep. 3: Take 5

Work on building and maintaining a healthy morning routine. This helps set the tone of the day. By leaving our phone out of this part of the day, we can avoid things like waking up to a long, angry text or some other drama and letting that guide how the rest of day goes. Basically, set the tone of your day before taking in information from anyone else.

Ep. 4: Surrender

Meditate, meditate, meditate.

Osho books are great for learning more about quieting the mind, as recommended by Fran. Sadhguru is another great teacher who I look to for insight on meditation, mindfulness, parenting, and just life in general. He has a channel on YouTube with tons of videos. Fran also recommends trying Mala beads to assist with meditation, or maybe journaling afterwards. She really just stresses the importance of beginning a meditation practice, without fear of doing it “right” or “wrong”.

Ep. 5: Even Martha Went to Jail

No clear-cut Wellness Segment for this week, but the main gist of things was: create what you want, what feels good for you. Critics will appear for everyone, no matter how great they are, so do you. Don’t keep yourself from creating things because of fear of how others will receive it.

Ep. 6: Tacos & Quickweave

In your journal, dissect the relationship you are in. Asking questions like, “Why are you with this person? Who are you *really* doing this relationship for?” For singles, ask questions like, “What am I *really* looking for, in a person? How do I want to feel when I’m with them? How do I want to show up in their lives? How do I want them to show up in my life?” For those resistant to relationships, ask yourself why and really work through it to get those answers that you seek. ~meditate, meditate, meditate ~

Ep. 7: The Choir & The Competition Are Out

Parents: Sit with our children and start asking them questions about their interests. Fran shares how she was impacted by her mom not being more encouraging about her becoming a singer, so she wants us to know how important it is to truly listen when our kids ask to pursue new things, even if it isn’t exactly what we pictured for them.

For everyone, even those who don’t have children or maybe they aren’t quite at the age to start discussing these things: we were all a child at some point. Many people can benefit from asking ourselves if the profession we are in is for you, or if you were just trying to please our own parents. It’s never too late to begin learning more about anything that excites you.

Ep. 8: Fitness Regine Hunter

(I’m pretty sure they purposely didn’t spell it “regime” because of the difficulty for many in pronouncing the word. lmao)

In this episode, Fran speaks on the importance of holistic health and wellbeing, sharing how much it has shaped who she is and improved her life. She wants us to really sit with ourselves and think about the things we want to work on. Ask, “What can I do to ensure that I’m being the most beautiful *me* possible?” From skin and hair care, to diet, to fitness, to the way we talk to ourselves or others. All the little things that make up holistic living. No quick fixes! We’re here to werrrrrrk, hunty.

“Forget the internet for a second. Forget what the Instagram models look like, we’re talking about YOU...” - Fran the MF Goat.

Implement a fitness regime that works for you. Maybe it’s part of your morning routine, maybe it’s an after dinner thing; everyone gets to choose what is best for them and that’s part of the beauty of this life. :) Try a few things and see what works. There is an emphasis on the importance of starting slow, allowing your mind and body to get used to new activity. Fran started off with walking, increasing her distance over time, and then turned that into jogging when it felt right for her. Blogilates and Yoga With Adriene are YouTube channels she mentions here. I have been hooked to yoga ever since trying a few videos from Adriene. Yoga by Biola is another great channel to check out. Biola has this video, “Restorative Yoga for Collective Trauma”, which I love. I learned of her from The Friend Zone earlier in 2020.

Skin and Hair: Check out Frans YouTube channel to see all the informative videos she has on all-natural beauty and health tips. Personally, I really like Naptural85 for hair videos as my curl pattern is very similar to hers. Click around on suggested videos to find the ones that speak to you.

Ep. 9: Don’t Forget the Feet

OIL UP! From head-to-toe. Get that moisture. Especially in these colder months. Hands, feet, nails, toenails...literally everywhere. Dustin cannot get over the importance of the feet. Fran says this aztec healing clay is great for dry, cracked feet, and she hinted at its ability to fix some facial skin woes as well. Extra Fran tip: put a small amount of oil on your nail beds before painting them. This protects the skin and promotes nail growth. I tried this myself and it’s a game changer in my nail health! They used to get cracks in them once they start getting to a certain length, but if i keep them oiled up, they are smooth as precious little stones. :)

Ep. 10: A$AP Shirley Caesar

This episode reminds us that finances, too, can impact our total feeling of well-being. The Friends all want us to get our finances in order, taking the tiniest of baby steps, if needed. Fran’s 3 things to cut back on:

Eating Out

Online Shopping

Places like Target, where you go for 1 thing and leave with a full cart.

Making these sacrifices adds up. The goal is that eventually, any big things that are weighing on our mental due to finances can more easily be dealt with.

Ep. 11: And I’m Telling You, I’m NOT Going!

It’s all about skin-care in this wellness segment! Starting with what goes into your body, and ending with what goes on your body. First off: DRINK LOTS OF WATER! This not only promotes healthy skin but as we all know, it’s just good for the body in general. The body runs nice and smoothly when it’s hydrated from the inside-out.

If you need to cut down on your caffeine intake (I’m right there with ya), Fran suggested Yerba Mate. It’s a natural source of caffeine and much cleaner than what comes in other energy drinks. I must say, I feel like the naturally occurring caffeine just hits different. I was hyyype the first few times I got a Yerba Mate instead of my usual orange Red Bull! Energy drink isn’t the only form to get your Yerba fix, thankfully. It’s sold as a loose leaf tea, or in bagged tea as well. I LOVE coffee though, and I am not giving that up so easy. I find that bringing mindfulness to my habits with it, helps me to not consume too much.

Now, for the outside of the body: washing and moisturizing daily is imperative. This may be obvious to some, but it can also feel difficult for those with a really busy schedule. I know for me, as a mom, there has been many times when I only had one chance to take a shower on a given day, and if I didn’t take it, I was always sorry. Or I would take a rushed, half-effort shower and get dressed immediately after without oil, lotion, anything. Having a routine in place for daily washing and moisturizing (that works with my sporadic life) helps me make sure it won’t get missed. Again, as with episode 9, OIL UP! Coconut oil is a great choice, but my skin just drinks it up like water. Sesame oil is a nice alternative because it’s a bit thicker. It was hard for me to get used to smelling like a huge sesame seed though, not gonna lie. But there are so many different oils and butters out there to love our bodies with, just use some trial and error to find which one(s) work best for you.

Last thing: Bedding. Change it at least once a week. Get on the silk pillowcase train! Or if you real fancy, like Fran, get you a full-on silk sheet set. Cotton sheets soak up all the moisture from our skin that we work so hard and lovingly on.

Ep. 12: The Shut Down Mixtape

House cleaning time! Clean your fridge, clean your closets, clean your desk drawers. Clean everything! Trying to especially bring focus to areas that are often overlooked in your regular daily cleaning. By doing this, we clear out old energy, removing heaviness from our homes that we may not even realize is there. I personally can vouch that this helps with anxiety and even lifts my depression symptoms as well. It feels good when the space I live in looks and smells nice, so taking the effort is more than worthwhile.

Ep. 13: Oh God…

Get in touch with what religion/spirituality mean to YOU. This one was hard for me because I wasn’t raised with much knowledge of (or respect for, sadly) religion. As I grew, I became super interested in the various religions and how they affect the lives of others - good or bad. I’ve now learned to adapt my own spiritual practices that support me and help me get by. And this is life changing.

Ep. 14: Say It Like You Mean It

Here, we are instructed to find out what our individual love language is. This comes from the book The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman. The 5 Love Languages are:

Quality Time

Acts of Service

Receiving Gifts

Words of Affirmation

Physical Touch

You may already have an idea of what your primary love language is, but you can get some more information on that by reading the book or by taking quizzes on the book’s website. Knowing your love language, as a single, can help you define what you need from a partner. As someone in a relationship, it can help both partners learn how to best make sure everyone knows they are loved and valued.

Ep. 15: Yo Mama

Scalp Care for Winter Weather!

½ Cup Olive Oil ~ Seals in moisture

2 Tbsp. Honey (Fran uses Raw honey) ~ Creates pretty shine

½ Cup Coconut Milk ~ Adds protein

½ an Avocado ~ Healthy fat

½ a Banana ~ Softens hair

Blend all ingredients into a creamy conditioner, which should come out a nice light greenish color.

I keep forgetting coconut milk at the store or else I’d have been tried this one, smh *face palm* But I will edit to add my review after I finally do this. :)

Ep. 16: Non Profit & Chill

This episode had no segments, but we can still gain a wellness tip from it. Recorded right after Fran returned from a trip to Africa, she had a ton of insight to share on why it’s so important to be an ethical consumer. This episode was a great one to re-listen to as it reminded me that I am reading labels and the “about” pages on brand’s websites for a valid reason that is important to me, not just following trends. Dang imposter syndrome, always trying to step in and ruin everything (shoutout to the Friend Zone for teaching me about that as well, in a later episode.)

Fair Trade Errything !!!

Ep. 17: There’s A Song For That

No wellness segment this week, per say, but again I’ll summarize the episode to make it wellness for us all. The friends basically dode over their favorite break-up songs, from the deepest of soul, to the pettiest of rap songs. Many genres listed, and many bangers. This episode is a great listen for those going through a breakup, or even if you’re a big fan of the episodes where the Friends just let loose and have fun.

Ep. 18: Don’t You Go To Work?

Inspired by Assante and his newly purchased stones, which he is carrying safely in his pocket, Fran suggested that us listeners get in on the magic as well by getting our own stones. Starting with Citrine. This stone is a light orange color, and can be found online or in local crystal stores in most cities. Often referred to as “the merchants stone”, Citrine is believed to attract success. Fran offered the idea of laying it on some money, because she did it and got a random check in the mail soon after...And I kid you not - I did it, and the saaame thing happened to me. I was shook and beyond grateful!

Other stones mentioned here are Lapis Lazuli and Black Tourmaline. Lapis is a pretty, royal blue shade, usually with gold flakes in it. Lapis is known as the “communication stone”. Black Tourmaline is, you guessed it, black, and often found in shiny pieces. Fran says she keeps one of these by her bedside to absorb negative thoughts; letting it cleanse her energy before bed.

Stores mentioned on this episode: Rock Star, and Namaste shop. Both New York based but have online shopping available. Personally, and this is gonna sound real woo-woo, but I prefer picking out stones in person because then I can actually feed off of their energy to pick the right one for me. Those living in a small town, there is probably a crystal shop not too far away.

Ep. 19: The Friend Zone & The Read Mash Up Pt. 1

Wellness this week: be messy and silly with your friends. For me, I don’t currently have any real life friends to hang out with, plus COVID, so my family gets to enjoy all my silly mess. Life just cannot be lived being serious 100% of the time!

Ep. 20: 2015, I’ma Let You Finish, But 2016…

I loved this episode because it brings us back to our journals. Fran asks the guys and us listeners to reflect on two simple, but powerful questions to answer at the end of each year:

What are 3 things you discovered about yourself this year that you love? Things that you feel will propel you into the next year, as a person, career-wise, and as a whole. Write freely about how you plan on maintaining and evolving.

What are 3 things you discovered about yourself this year that you did not like? Maybe some of these things are hard to face. Reflect on how you’ve allowed them to hold you back and what you are doing to adjust them.

#friendzonepod #wellness #holisticliving #forthe #hoodhearted

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different worlds - peter parker (stark!reader)

Setting: AU (earth-3490 based on MCU) Gender: Female Contains: Angst + fluff = flangst, established character deaths, curse words, anxiety attacks, very vague description of gore, mentions of alcohol, slight spoilers for FFH, in regards to it being 3490 it has Stony in it but also pepperony !!! so Word Count: 9k (oops)

Summary: Peter Parker has to learn how to cope with his mentor and his daughter being gone from the world. He holds a lot of regrets now because of how he never took his chance with (Y/n). But what does he do when he’s given the chance to tell her exactly how he feels? Except the only thing is she’s from another universe and she’s accompanied by someone he didn’t even recognize.

a/n: fuck canon because in this story steve doesn’t go back in time at the end of Endgame. Based on earth-3490 with elements of the MCU. Earth-3490 is a universe in which Tony was born identifying as a female (imo, can be interpreted in many different ways) and is named Natasha Stark. She ends up marrying Steve Rogers so it prevents the entirety of Civil war. In this MCU-3490, they’re just dating then marry after the snap in IW Natasha ‘Toni’ now goes by Tasha as she becomes more comfortable with her name instead of Toni from the headcanon that her name is Natasha Antonia Stark.

Let me know if there are any mistakes, regarding the gender of reader, grammar, spelling, or with the story. c: [repost from my old account]

Enjoy!

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❝ in any universe, i’ll always love you ❞

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When walking into a field of flowers, which flowers do you pick? The prettiest ones, right? The ones that look the healthiest, the brightest colored, and most beautiful one. You pick the ones that smell sweet and make you feel at peace. And then you put them in a bouquet to give to a loved one. Or you make them into a flower crown to wear on your head.

Flower corpses. That’s what flower crowns were made of, in a more dark way of describing it.

And it makes sense, doesn’t it? You only really want to keep the best ones, even if they die sooner.

But God, is it unfair.

It’s so unfair that the universe decided to pick both Tony and (Y/n) Stark, the prettiest ones of the bunch. Even though they were still blooming, even though they still had yet to show all their petals, the universe decided to pick them. Tony Stark, the one who started it all, and (Y/n) Stark, the one who was too young.

They both had so much to offer to the world, so much to give. Whether it be new inventions or just flat out love. Both Starks had so much love to give to the world. And for one of them, she never got the chance to give that love to the one she loved most.

Peter Parker sat down at the edge of the lake, watching the two bouquets of flowers holding Tony’s first arc reactor and (Y/n)’s first stuffed animal. His eyes were red and swollen. Even with his regenerative powers, Peter cried so much that it couldn’t heal. But for once, in the past few days since the battle, both battles for him, he finally stopped.

His mouth was dry and his nose was clogged with snot but he couldn’t help but continue to watch two people he grew to love and cherish over the past few years drift farther away from him.

Peter didn’t even notice Steve walk up to him from behind. Steve cleared his throat, jolting Peter out of his thoughts. He looked up at the older man. In a different circumstance, Peter would have geeked out there and then. But instead, he turned his head back towards the two bouquets.

“Peter, right?” Steve asked, following his gaze. Peter didn’t reply. “I… I never got to see your relationship with Tony. But I know he was proud of you. He always was and always will be. And (Y/n), I’ve watched her grow up. I’ve seen her with her all her partners but I’ve never seen her happier than when she talked about you. What I’m trying to say here is that their love for you didn’t leave with them. It’ll always be a part of you and I know that both of them would rather have you up and about than crying over them.”

Peter pursed his lips then scoffed, shaking his head. He didn’t even know how to respond to the Star-Spangled Man. He just wanted to be left alone.

He was angry and sad and feeling too many things at once. But he was mostly mad at himself. Mad that he never told (Y/n) his feelings for her and mad that he couldn’t save her.

So yeah, he wanted to be left alone.

Steve shuffled his feet, glancing down then letting out a breath, “If you need anything, I’ll be inside. You should also have my number on your phone, I’ll still be around.”

Peter waited till he heard Steve walk into the house and closed the door behind him to start crying again. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging it and started sobbing. His crying causing his entire body to shake as he cried into his suit once more.

Steve watched Peter cry alone from the lake house. It was quiet, save for the small murmurings amongst friends, the quiet sobbing from Pepper and a few others. He wished he could have done more, maybe it could have been him and at least one of the Starks could have been alive.

“You ready?”

Steve turned to face Bruce who was holding a case most likely holding the Infinity Stones.

He nodded and turned his head back towards Peter. If there was one thing he could do for Tony after everything, it could be looking after Peter and his family. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

***

(Y/n) cheered, raising her glass with everyone beside her as her mom said a toast.

“To the future of the universe, and the future of the Avengers,” Tasha smirked while staring straight at her daughter. “Oh come on, I know I can’t give as great of a speech as winghead over here but let’s celebrate! To the future!” She raised her glass with her robotic arm, the drink inside splashing out.

“To the future!” Thor’s voice boomed and everyone else followed suit, clinking glasses and causing splashes to go all around. Nebula had even accidentally slammed her cup into Scott’s too hard breaking both of their cups.

(Y/n) grinned as she drank the Shirley Temple and everyone else began the road down drunkenness. She kept one hand on her little sister’s shoulder, Maria, pulling her in as she drank her own juice and the two watched their mom jump off the table she stood on. Peter’s arm wrapped around (Y/n)’s, giving her a kiss on her temple.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better,” Steve’s eyes glanced between (Y/n), Maria, and Peter, “I would have thought you guys were just a very young family.”

Peter’s grip on (Y/n)’s shoulder tightened then he let go, stammering with his face red. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and let go of Maria who promptly ran up to Steve. Steve set his cup down, then bent down to pick up Maria with a grunt.

“Oh please, dad,” (Y/n) said, intertwining her fingers with Peter’s. Steve raised his eyebrows, his mouth slightly parted and (Y/n) just took another sip from her drink. “What? I mean, you are my dad now.” She eyed the red and gold banded ring on his left ring finger.

“No, I just thought—”

“I’m still upset we weren’t invited to the wedding, right Peter?”

Peter glanced back and forth between his girlfriend and Steve. (Y/n) held a slight smirk on her face while Steve was clearly exasperated. Maria just sat in her father’s arms, playing with her hair.

“Uhhhh,” Peter rubbed the back of his head, his eyes traveling elsewhere in the room

Steve shook his head, “Come on, your mom wants to see you.” (Y/n) tilted her head, cocking an eyebrow. Her hand parted from Peter’s as she told him she’d be right back.

Steve weaved through the crowd of people. (Y/n) could barely keep up with him, despite her smaller stature compared to Steve’s. But as long as her eyes laid on the back of his head, that’s all that mattered.

Finally, Steve stopped, handing Maria off to Tasha and (Y/n) finally caught up.

“Geez, for an old man you’re fast,” (Y/n) bent over, exaggerating how out of breath she was. She yelped as her leg gave out and she fell forward. Steve caught her quickly and Tasha gasped, reaching down for her as well.

Eyes landed on the four of them, watching as Steve brought her back up.

“I’m okay,” (Y/n) waved an arm, standing back up. “I’ll be fine.” She grinned up at Steve and her mom and then lightly banged on her prosthetic leg.

“Kid, what the fuck?” Tasha scrunched up her face.

“Toni.” Steve glared at her then looked quickly at Maria who sat in her arms. Maria giggled and Tasha twisted her mouth, shutting her eyes and hoping for the best. Meaning, hoping Maria wouldn’t repeat what she just said. She opened up one eye looking at Maria who was playing with Tasha’s hair, about to let out a sigh of relief.

“Fuck!” She repeated.

“A-bup-bup-bup!” Tasha used her free hand and pointed at her. “Remember, Daddy trademarked that word, we can’t use it. Don’t say it again or Dad’s gonna sue as both, and then we’d both be in big trouble.” Maria pursed her lips with a smile still evident on her round face. She pretended to zip it. (Y/n) watched quizzically at her younger sister but then shook her head right after.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes at her mom. “You’re terrible.”

“Says you.” Tasha pointed down at her leg. “Let’s go get that fixed up.”

“But,” (Y/n) pointed back to the party, “the party.”

“The party can wait, let’s go.” Tasha handed Maria back to Steve and then wrapped an arm around (Y/n). “Also, winghead, why’re we using Toni again? Tasha’s fine. I guess Toni’s fine too, but please—”

“Okay, okay,” Steve shook his head, lightly pushing the two of you towards the elevators. “Go get (Y/n)’s leg checked up on, shellhead.” (Y/n) gagged, sticking out her tongue and called the two of them gross. Tasha ruffled her hair, messing it up.

“What kind of pet names are those?” asked (Y/n) once they got in the elevator. Tasha arched her brow and looked down at her daughter who was pretending to gag.

“Webhead and shockhead,” she coughed into her hand loudly. “Oh man, sorry, must have a horrible flu coming down.” (Y/n) felt a rush of blood rise to her cheeks as she began protesting those nicknames. Tasha laughed, ruffling her hair again once the elevator dinged, signaling that they were finally at the labs of the facility.

“Don’t worry, you’re more of a Stark now with those kinds of nicknames,” Tasha smirked, walking out of the elevator doors and into the lab.

“Do I have to change my last name to Stark-Rogers or something? Rogers-Stark? How’s that even working? What’s Maria’s last name?” (Y/n) walked carefully to one of the chairs, her mom already opening up holographic display to figure out the problem on her leg.

Tasha hummed, widening the diagnosis, “We both changed to Stark-Rogers. Mine first ‘cause it flows more smoothly. So’s Maria’s. You can do whatever, sooner or later-” Tasha wiggled her eyebrows at (Y/n) “-it’s gonna be Stark-Parker. Maybe Stark-Rogers-Parker, no that’s excessive.”

Once again, (Y/n)’s face grew warm and she looked away, crossing her arms. “Whatever mom, just fix my leg.”

“No ‘please’? Ouch, my heart.” Tasha feigned pain on her chest and (Y/n) brought her hand up to her face in disappointment.

Her mom began to mutter to herself, grabbing a few tools and bending down in front of (Y/n) and slowly pulling the prosthetic off to properly fix it. (Y/n) watched her mother curiously as sparks began to fly from the tools and as she walked around grabbing new materials to put in. FRIDAY occasionally giving her pointers that she might have missed.

(Y/n) glanced down at the stub of her leg, her stomach beginning to become uneasy. She bit her lip, flashes of the previous battle coming back. She shut her eyes, trying to control her breathing and a shiver rushed over her. More flashes of fighting Thanos, watching her mom hold Peter as he disappeared in her hands, waking up five years later on the deserted planet Titan after turning to dust, losing her leg in a one-on-one fight with the mad Titan, almost losing her mom to her snapping.

(Y/n) vaguely heard her mom scramble to her, trying to get her to breath and to calm down. She worked herself into a cold sweat and her eyes slammed open, meeting Tasha’s brown eyes.

Tasha looked up at her, her eyes glancing back and forth between both of (Y/n)’s and her hands resting on both sides of her.

“It’s okay,” she reassured, running her hand through (Y/n)’s hair. “We’re safe, I’m okay. You’re okay. Pete’s okay.” (Y/n) nodded her head, trying to bring herself back to reality. “Count five red things in the room, for me, can you do that for me sweetheart?”

(Y/n) nodded her head again, her eyes moving to her mom’s arm, then her mom’s lipstick, the Iron suits, the red labels on beakers, then a red flashing light. (Y/n) frowned even with a sense of tranquility coming back. She raised her slightly shaking hand and pointed at it.

“What’s—What’s—Why’s that flashing red?”

Tasha turned her head around then promptly stood up. “That’s strange.” She glanced back at (Y/n) then walked towards the red flashing light, opening up holographic screens, the red light flashed quickly only to stopped. “Huh, I’ll have to talk to Banner and Shuri about this.”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked.

“Well,” Tasha shut the holographic screens off then walked back to where (Y/n)’s prosthetic laid, grabbing it, “after discovering time travel, I’ve been looking into interdimensional travel.”

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows, “Like, alternate universes?”

“Yeah.” Tasha bent down in front of (Y/n), clicking her prosthetic back into place. (Y/n) slowly stood up, testing it. A few whirs came from the robotic leg before it finally quieted down.

“Does dad know about it?”

“About that,” Tasha scrunched her nose then paused. “Wait, hold on, dad? You’re already calling him dad?”

(Y/n) walked around in circles, squatting here and there too. “I mean, you guys are married now, right? By the way, you should have another wedding, I didn’t get to make it to your first one.”

“Yeah yeah, only if you’re the ring bearer, I don’t trust Peter with the rings.”

“Wait!” (Y/n) ran up to Tasha, her eyes widened. “Really?! You really mean it?”

“Maybe not about the ring bearer, but the wedding, sure. Huh, I could ask more people to be my bridesmaid. Probably would ask Pepper, Natasha and Nebula again. But,” she began pushing (Y/n) along to the elevator. “Let’s deal with that later, you have a party to go back to.”

(Y/n) frowned, getting into the elevator and turning around. “What about you mom?”

She raised her robotic arm in the air, “Gonna try fixing this up, feeling a bit of phantom pain. I’ll see you back up there. And no drinking.”

The elevator doors shut and (Y/n) waved her off. Not like she would drink with all the Avengers watching her. And that includes the original and the ‘honorary’ ones. They’ve all watched her grow up, afterall. Nat was the one to push her to confess to Peter, Clint embarrassing the two of them when they finally got together, and the really weird double dates with Vision and Wanda. Uncle Bucky would terrify Peter in the beginning with his piercing glare until he finally warmed up to him.

(Y/n) laughed, remembering the pranks Bucky and Sam pulled on Peter immediately after Steve and her mom talked things out; about the Accords, about Bucky murdering her parents and Steve not telling her (that one left their relationship broken for a while), and then their relationship and where it was going to go. It worked out in the end, the Avengers stayed together.

It’s what gave them the upper hand against Thanos the first time around, but he still snapped his fingers. The five years after the snap (or blip as the rest of the world calls it) still happened, but damn was everyone filled with rage against the mad titan.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and (Y/n) narrowed her eyes with a tilt of her head. The floor was unlit and very very empty. No music played and there were no drinks scattered about, it was just clean.

Her hands stayed by her side, electricity dancing between her fingers as she slowly stepped out into the empty floor. Her eyes scanned the room back and forth and she glanced over her shoulder to make sure there was nobody there.

(Y/n)’s steps were deathly silent (thanks Nat) and her breathing in full control as she walked forwards.

Clink!

Her head shot towards the direction of the dining table. The corner of the wall covered the person sitting there, eating what looked like a bowl of cereal. She took another step and saw the back of Peter’s head, his suit was more apparent underneath his clothes. Namely on his feet.

(Y/n) sighed with relief, all her muscles in her body relaxing.

“Peter! What’s going on? Where’s the party?” She walked up to the boy. Peter turned around quickly, the whites of his eyes showing and he shot his hand out.

(Y/n) maneuvered to the side, dodging the web and watching it get stuck onto the floor. She looked back at Peter with a frown.

“Babe, what the fuck?”

“FRIDAY, lock the facility down, and contact whoever’s available,” Peter stated, quickly grabbing the glasses set on the table behind him and putting them on.

“Pete, what are you doing?” (Y/n) approached him slowly. The room began flashing red, a silent alarm was probably going off.

“You’re not real,” he stated. “Mysterio’s gone. He’s—He’s dead. So whoever-” he began to raise his voice despite it cracking “-whoever this is, just stop. (Y/n) is dead and you can’t trick me anymore.”

(Y/n) tilted her head and Peter choked on a sob, recognizing that head tilt she would always do but he backed up again when she got closer.

“Who’s Mysterio?” (Y/n) asked softly. “Peter, I’m me. (Y/n) Stark. We’ve been together for a year and a half, not counting the five years we were gone, obviously. Remember? You told me you first realized you liked me when I jumped into the Hudson river after my hair got all frizzy from my powers on our first night of patrol together.”

“We—We never got together,” Peter stammered. “But I never told anyone about when I first—when I first realized I liked you. How do—How do you know that?”

The elevator doors dinged, and the two teenagers looked over at whoever was on it. A furious Tasha Stark came stumbling out in her suit of armor.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay? Wha—Where’s the party?”

A red, white, and blue blur appeared in front of (Y/n)’s face, causing her to go wide-eyed when it slammed into Tasha’s helmet, knocking her back. (Y/n)’s head shot towards the perpetrator and saw Steve standing there.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner, everyone else is out,” Steve said to Peter. The shield came flying back to him. Peter ran up to him, raising his arms up to him.

“Wait, wait, Mr. Rogers,” Peter glanced over at (Y/n) who ran over to her mom, picking her back up. “They’re legit.”

Steve shifted his weight, looking uneasily at the young boy to the other two. Tasha stood up, her helmet coming off and her jaw was clenched, hard.

“Of course we’re fucking legit, what the hell was that winghead?” Tasha nearly growled. Steve and Peter just exchanged glances with one another as the two women waited patiently for their response.

“I am so confused.”

***

Steve’s eyes lingered on the blue and gold wedding band on Tasha’s left ring finger longer than he’d like to admit. To be honest, he felt his chest flutter at the fact that Natasha ‘Toni’ Stark (Stark-Rogers now) married him in another universe. He never really thought about Tony in that way, mostly because of the man’s relationship with Pepper. He never even thought he had a chance after their falling out, so he never gave it another thought. Besides, even if modern times was more accepting of it, he came from a time where same-sex relationships were frowned upon. It took him a while back then to accept himself and it’d only take longer for him to feel comfortable if he entered one of those relationships.

He sighed, glancing over at Peter. The young teenager was uneasy as his eyes stayed on (Y/n). Understandably so, his long time crush is standing in front of him and apparently, they were in a relationship.

Peter’s heart was racing. It almost felt like he was about to have a panic attack but for some reason, standing in the same room as (Y/n) was calming, even with Tasha explaining everything about her universe, the similarities and differences.

(Y/n) turned her head at him, catching him red-handed that he was staring. He never thought he’d be able to see her (e/c) eyes again and all he wanted to do was stare at her. Then she smiled, a sad smile as Tasha compared the Battle of Earth against Thanos, going over his versions of (Y/n) and Tasha Stark’s death, or, well, (Y/n) and Tony.

Peter smiled back but then quickly looked away, remembering how it felt to hold her in his arms as she began drifting away wearing the same exact smile she had right there and then.

He fiddled with his fingers, zoning out from the conversation. It wasn’t until a hand entered his field of vision, grabbing his, that he finally looked up.

“Come on webhead,” (Y/n) murmured, looking between both of his eyes, using the same nickname that his (Y/n) used for him. “Let’s get some fresh air, I think mom and your Steve need to talk about some adult stuff that we aren’t a part of.”

“Uhm,” his gaze glanced over at Tasha who gave him a very familiar nod of approval, “sure.”

“Cool, rooftop then?” she asked, already pulling him away. “I mean, I’m assuming you still hung out with me on the rooftop?”

Peter stared down at their intertwined fingers, not realizing she asked him a question.

“Peter?”

“Oh, yeah, we always hung out on the rooftop.”

She smiled, squeezing his hand and feeling a jolt of electricity flow through him. Peter couldn’t help but think, is this what her Peter always had? A part of him felt like he was betraying his own (Y/n) but she was alive again.

She was here with him.

***

The stars twinkled in the night sky, and as cliche as this phrase is, a little bit brighter that evening since the universe picked the two most beautiful flowers from the garden.

At least, that’s what Peter noticed.

The moonlight shone on (Y/n)’s hair, causing a bit of a glint, and her eyes glimmered with the same intensity as the stars above them. He took this time to memorize every curve of her face, every little twitch she made, any and all of the perfect imperfections. Peter wish he took this time when she was alive, and this was his second chance.

“The stars are the same,” she told him, finally looking back down at him.

“What?”

“The stars, they’re the same where I’m from.”

Peter’s heart ached, remembering that this still wasn’t his (Y/n).

“Oh, right. That’s cool.” He looked up at the night sky, feeling (Y/n)’s eyes burn into the side of his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shift to sit facing towards him.

“I… I’m sorry,” she murmured, looking down at her lap.

“Wh-Why?” Peter turned to face her. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Well, I just—” (Y/n) tucked a piece of hair behind her ear “—It probably hurts to see me again, right? And it’s probably weird seeing your mentor figure still alive, but identifies as a woman and, I don’t know. You don’t deserve any of this.”

Peter didn’t know how to respond. He’s sure that her Peter would have been more comfortable and would have grabbed her hand and hugged her there and then. But instead he played with his hands, stammering, and trying to find the words to tell her that they weren’t together.

(Y/n) placed her hand on his. Something that was probably a thing she did a lot to comfort him in her world. Something Peter wished could still happen for him in his world.

“We weren’t together, were we?” (Y/n)’s eyes searched his brown eyes for an answer.

He shook his head, looking down and away from her gaze. “No, we-uh, no.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips, deep in thought. “Well, I know in any universe, I’ll always love you. Whether it be in a universe where it’s platonic love or romantic love. And I know ‘love’ is a big word but it’s true.”

Peter felt his chest clench up and his sobs trying to make it’s way through his throat. His mouth twisted with the corner of his lips turning downwards and his eyes began to water.

(Y/n) wrapped her arm around his shoulder and her other around his head, bringing him into her chest as she rested her chin on top of his head. She continually ran her hand through his hair, attempting to calm him down. He slowly placed his arms around her. His fingers grabbed onto her clothes, his knuckles turning white. He was terrified. Terrified that she’d leave from his arms again. So he held her tighter.

“I’m so—I’m so sorry, (Y/n),” Peter’s voice cracked. (Y/n) opened her mouth to say something only to stop. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you or—or your dad. I’m sorry I—I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt. I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) held him a little bit tighter, knowing that he’s telling her everything he wished he could tell his version of herself. So she did exactly what she would do, being the same person as the other her (most likely).

She kissed the top of his head and said softly, “You have nothing to be sorry for Peter. You did everything you could, I’m sure of it. Sometimes we lose people and the best you can do is to move on. I’m sure I would-” (Y/n) stuttered, pausing for a moment “-other me would want you to be happy.”

Peter gripped her a little bit tighter, a little bit closer. He didn’t respond with words. Besides, he just wanted to be in her comfort for a little bit longer.

A few minutes had passed and Peter’s crying had settled down. It was his first breakdown in a while, but it was a much needed cry. He was thankful for that.

“Parker! (Y/n)!” Tasha called out. “Need you back down in the lab!”

The two teenagers pulled apart. Peter wiped away any stray tears and then apologized to (Y/n) about the tear stains on her.

“Eh,” she waved him off, standing up, “it’s fine, don’t be sorry.” (Y/n) held out her hand for Peter and he tenderly took it, bringing himself back up a bit. A jolt of electricity shot through his hand and he almost flinched until his hand was lightly squeezed.

(Y/n) smiled at him and then began walking back down, letting go of his hand. He watched her with a small smile making its way onto his face.

***

(Y/n) lightly jogged into the lab, Peter trailing behind her. She saw her mom standing in the middle surrounded by a series of holograms and Steve standing off to the side.

“What’s going on?” (Y/n) asked. Both adults turned their heads to face the two teenagers.

“We’re planning on figuring out a way to get back home,” Tasha walked through the holograms towards (Y/n). The holograms promptly turned off after she left. “It’s going to take a while and in the meantime, you’re going to need to lay low for a while, stay off the radar.”

“Me? What about you, you’re Natasha Stark.”

“She exists as Tony Stark, remember?” Steve brought up. (Y/n) nodded her head and pursed her lips.

“So I just stay here? Don’t people outside the Avengers still work here too though? They’ll see me.”

“Right,” Tasha pointed at (Y/n), wiggling her finger, “we talked about that. Remember the cabin Steve and I—our Steve—built? By the lake?”

“Yeah, the one you raised Maria in.”

“You’ll be staying there. With Pepper.”

“We already talked to her and she’s fine with you staying.” Steve said.

“Pepper? Why’s Pep there?”

Tasha raised her brows and pulled her mouth into a tight line. “Tony, other me, he married Pep. Had a kid, her name’s Morgan.”

“Oh shit, is Morgan going to—will she…” (Y/n) trailed off, looking back and forth from her mom, Steve, and Peter.

“She knows of you, but she never met you,” Peter told her. “She’s still really young.”

“Another little sister, okay, sure.”

***

The cabin was exactly how it was from her universe. The lake in the distance, glistening from the early morning sun. The little port extending into the water. The bit of light peeking through the branches. It was home.

But not hers.

Steve drove (Y/n) to the cabin, leaving Tasha to continue working on a new device alongside Bruce Banner and Shuri. Both of them were taken aback when seeing Tony alive again, but as a presenting woman. Bruce definitely had his fair share of emotions to see his friend alive again, even if they weren’t exactly how he remembered them. It didn’t matter how his friend presented themself as, as long as Tony, or Tasha really, was alive.

Peter was situated in the back of the car, he was going to help (Y/n) out on situating herself in a somewhat different world. And to help Pepper and even Morgan, who had shed a few tears after learning she’d never get to meet her older sister, see (Y/n) again.

“So, Steve,” (Y/n) asked, turning her head towards her. “Since you’re obviously not with my mom, or dad I guess, who are you with?”

Steve eyed her from the corner of his eye and chuckled. “You know, you and Natasha were always trying to set me up with someone. After my relationship with Sharon went south and all.”

“Sharon?!” (Y/n) nearly slammed her hand down on the armrest when turning her entire body to face Steve. “As in the former Agent 13?” Steve raised a brow at her, almost worried. She maneuvered her body back front as he came to stop in front of the house. “That’s crazy.”

“Yeah, and believe it or not, I was about to go back in time and stay with Peggy.” Steve turned off the car and the three occupants got out of the car. Peter went to grab his belongings and (Y/n) stood there staring at the cabin.

“That’s weird Steve.” she frowned, after putting some thought into it. “What made you stay?”

Steve took in a breath, his brows furrowed ever so slightly. His eyes went towards Peter, who was still grabbing things from the trunk, and then back towards the cabin where he could see Pepper cooking and Morgan with Happy on the couch through the windows.

“I don’t know,” Steve finally replied, letting out his breath. But (Y/n) knew better. From his gaze at Tasha, to even the memorials they’ve passed of Tony Stark, to how Steve’s been taking care of her, Peter, and clearly even Tony’s family here and there.

(Y/n) walked to the back of the car, wondering why Peter was taking so long. He shut the trunk with a slam before she could get there and she jumped.

“Oh, sorry,” he murmured, rearranging the bags he carried.

She rushed over to him, grabbing one of his bags. “It’s fine, let’s go in then?” (Y/n) looked over at Steve who stood there. “You coming in?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I’ll probably head back to the facility, see how your mom’s doing.”

“Sure, do you mind passing on a message for me then?” Steve shook his head in response. “Tell her if she told Steve—our Steve—about this, this wouldn’t have happened. Or at least, he’d know where we’d maybe be.”

Steve arched a brow but before he could say anything (Y/n)’s attention went back to Peter who still seemed weary around her. He watched them go up the porch and knock on the door.

(Y/n) could tell Peter was still nervous. Or rather, he was unsettled by her presence. He didn’t know she knew, but he should have expected much. If this (Y/n) was in a relationship with him in another universe, surely she knew him like the back of her hand.

And she did.

“You don’t have to be so nervous, ya webhead.” (Y/n) lightly nudged the side of his head with her free hand. Peter noticeably relaxed, his muscles loosening and the grip he had on his bags didn’t make his knuckles as white. He stared at her. His gaze jumping back and forth between both of her eyes as if he was searching for something.

“Yeah, sorry, I just—I’m still getting used to this situation we’re in,” Peter said.

(Y/n) chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, what are the odds this happens to me and to my mom and to your universe.”

The two teenagers exchanged glances, a small smirk on (Y/n)’s face. “One in fourteen million?” They both said at the same time, laughing lightly.

“God, remember waking up and I was like, ‘Strange if this isn’t the—’”

“‘—future we win, I’m killing you.’” Peter finished for (Y/n). The two laughed, reminiscing on a shared memory across their universes.

“Man, what’s taking Pep so long?” (Y/n) wondered, knocking once more. The door flushed open to an exhausted Pepper Potts-Stark with a young girl behind her legs, Happy standing behind the two of them. Pepper stared at (Y/n) who smiled and did a small wave at her.

To (Y/n), Pepper was Aunt Pepper.

But to this Pepper, (Y/n) was her daughter.

So she clasped a hand on her mouth, walking slowly towards (Y/n) with one hand reaching for her. Her face was pained as she choked out on saying (Y/n)’s name.

Pepper set a hand on (Y/n)’s cheek. The younger girl placed her hand on top.

“Hi, uhm,” (Y/n) stuttered out, about to call her Aunt Pepper but remembering what Steve mentioned earlier. Pepper was her mother figure in this universe. “I called you mom a lot, didn’t I?”

Pepper pulled her hand back quickly, realizing this wasn’t her (Y/n). “I’m sorry you’re—I’m not, uh, come in, come in.” She stepped off to the side, letting the two teenagers in. Morgan watched and Happy stood there not saying anything.

(Y/n) dropped Peter’s bag to the side. As Pepper shut the door (Y/n) walked over towards her and enveloped her into a hug.

“I’m sorry I’m not exactly your (Y/n), but I’m still (Y/n),” she murmured in the hug. “I can still call you mom if you want.”

Pepper pulled back, keeping her within arm’s reach with her hands on her shoulders. “No, it’s fine.” She wiped away a few of her tears. “It’s just, wow. I thought my life wouldn’t be as crazy now that Tony’s gone. But it’s as if it’s just getting crazier. Who am I to you? In your universe?”

“Aunt Pepper,” (Y/n) said. “And we’d go out all the time because my mom, uhm Natasha Stark, she’d get too crazy or overwhelming for the two of us. You and Happy-” she gestured towards the man who was grabbing Peter’s things (that was a surprise to her) to put into a guest room “-took care of me when she was kidnapped. And when my mom built you your suit ‘Just in case’ and you wore it to the battle, we fought side-by-side with my mom and we were like a dynamic trio of women in tin cans. Uncle Rhodey, of course, got offended he wasn’t invited to the party.”

Pepper laughed, remembering Rhodey making a few remarks that eventful battle. Morgan pulled on Pepper’s leg, asking to be carried and (Y/n) watched her pick the small girl up. She reminded her a lot of Maria but (Y/n) knew this was a different sister of hers. Maria Stark-Rogers didn’t exist in this universe.

“Hi, Morgan right?” (Y/n) asked, recalling what Steve informed her on. “I have a little sister I think you would have gotten along with very well.” (Y/n) waited for her to respond only to purse her lips when Morgan held onto Pepper a bit tighter.

“She’s been more quiet since Tony died,” Pepper informed her.

(Y/n) nodded, “That makes sense. I was pretty quiet and upset when my mom was kidnapped.”

Pepper chuckled, “I remember that.”

The two of them continued their small talk as Peter went off to find Happy. He walked up the stairs to where he saw the older man go up to but found him leaning against the doorframe to what was (Y/n)’s room.

The floor beneath Peter’s foot creaked and Happy turned around, wiping away the tears in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s just you,” Happy said.

“You okay Happy?” Peter asked. Happy opened his mouth, then closed it, thinking about what he wanted to say to the young boy.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I mean, seeing her again, after everything that’s happened…” Happy trailed off, remembering the nights Peter would sometimes call him after the trip to Europe about the hallucinations Quentin had put him through.

“Yeah, I mean…” Peter bit his lip, playing with his hands again. “No, I don’t know. It’s weird to see her again, alive. And Hap, in her universe we’re, we’re dating.”

If it was possible, Happy’s face softened even more. The two of them were in this together. But Happy knew that he needed to be the one to be there for Peter.

“Well, then maybe this is the universe giving you a chance to tell her everything and to give you a few more moments with her.”

“But,” he frowned, “isn’t that weird? Would that mean she’s cheating on me… with me?”

Happy sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “That’s not what I meant.”

***

It took a lot of time for adjustment for everyone to see people who used to be dead to be alive and for one of them to look different but act the same. It took Pepper a lot of time to come to terms that in another universe, she isn’t Tony’s wife. Rather, she was actually more of an ex-girlfriend and it made her wonder if her Tony would have done something different if he could.

That is, until Tasha reassured her that the reason for these alternate universes were small little changes, and that she, or he, married Pep for a reason.

(Y/n) spent a lot of time with Peter and Morgan. Of course, she’d go out with Pepper, Happy, Rhodey, and anyone she was close to in this universe that was willing to spend time with her before she had to go back. But they all made sure Peter got the most of it, along with Morgan.

For the first time in a long time, Peter looked happy and Morgan finally got to meet her older sister.

Peter laughed, holding Morgan on his shoulders with his hands clasped on her ankles, running behind a tree. (Y/n) pretended to look in the distance with her eyes squinting. She raised her hand to her forehead mock-searching for the two.

Morgan giggled and Peter peeked over the side of the tree for Morgan to see (Y/n).

“Now where did they go?” she mused. “Maybe I should take a break by that tree over there.” She slowly trekked over towards the tree Peter and Morgan hid, pretending to look under rocks.

Peter burst into a sprint past (Y/n). Morgan’s laughter filled the air and (Y/n) stood there for a second watching them run away. She started into a jog after them, calling their names, when she felt a jolt run up her prosthetic leg and she collapsed onto the ground.

Peter turned around, mid-laughter, when he saw her on the ground, clutching her leg.

“(Y/n)!” He quickly put Morgan down on the ground and ran towards her. He fell to his knees beside her, hands hovering over her leg trying to see what was going on.

“It’s my leg,” (Y/n) hissed. “Malfunctioning, I think. Ah, fuck!”

“Okay, okay, uh, let’s get you to the lab first.” Peter slowly picked her up bridal style, careful not to hurt her. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, her teeth clenching as she felt the phantom pain and the malfunctioning of the synthetic nerves in her prosthetic.

Peter dashed to the house, Morgan already keeping the door open for them.

“Thanks Mo,” (Y/n) said, trying not to show her pain. She gave her a smile and a wink before Pepper came into view.

“Oh my God, (Y/n)! Are you okay?” Pepper’s words came out in a flurry and Peter rushed down the stairs into the basement of the cabin where the lab was.

“Yeah, I’m fine! I just—ow, fucking shit!” (Y/n) threw her head back and began to bite on her lower lip. She began to taste iron in her mouth as Peter set her down on one of the tables. “FRIDAY, contact Tasha Stark to come by. Peter, you’re gonna need to take off my leg.”

“Yeah, easy, this is fine.” Peter ran around the lab, grabbing the necessary tools and FRIDAY put up the holographic diagnosis of malfunctions for Peter to read.

(Y/n) lay there in pain, gripping the flesh part of her leg. Lucky her, she was wearing shorts that day.

Peter was quickly by her side, tapping on the holograms in front of him then looking back down and immediately getting the leg off of her. In an instant, the pain subsided and (Y/n) let out a breath of relief. She closed her eyes.

Her muscles relaxed as she set her head back down on the table and letting her hands rest on her stomach. Pepper stood at the head of the table and pushed (Y/n)’s hair out of her face. Sweat gathered at the sides of her forehead from all the pain.

“You feeling better (Y/n)?” Peter asked. (Y/n) nodded, not having enough energy to say anything. “Good, I’ll see what I can do with your leg and leave the rest to Ms. Stark.”

Pepper’s hands stroked her hair slowly, (Y/n)’s eyebrows relaxed and the lines on her forehead disappeared. Unbeknownst to Pepper, in (Y/n)’s world, Pepper had done this for her a lot especially when Tasha had been kidnapped.

Morgan’s head peeped from the edge of the table and her hand reached out to touch (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“She’s resting, Morgan,” Pepper said softly to her. Her mouth went into the shape of an ‘o’ as she murmured an apology and then set her hands on the edge of the table.

(Y/n) turned her head, opening her eyes and looked over at Morgan.

“Hey, Morguna, sorry we had to stop playing,” (Y/n) grunted as she sat up and maneuvered towards the girl. She ignored Pepper’s protests and went to grab Morgan and set her on her other leg.

“It’s okay,” Morgan replied, staring at the stub. “It’s not your fault.” (Y/n) looked down at what she was staring at.

“Do you want to know what happened?” Morgan nodded her head. “Well-” she shifted the girl on her leg “-you know what happened with the big bad Titan, Thanos, right? It was after half the universe came back and mom—I mean—our dad, was fighting Thanos. And I saved him. He got really mad but lucky for me, we won the fight and was able to get me help. I lost my leg but I’m here now!”

Peter had stopped working by the end of the story, remembering that day but knowing it didn’t go exactly like how (Y/n) said it did. Not in this universe. He never had the heart to tell her how she died in this universe.

“But, you’re not from here, are you?” Morgan asked. (Y/n) exchanged a worried glance with Pepper until Peter saved the day.

“Okay!” Peter held (Y/n)’s prosthetic leg and all heads turned to him. “Your leg should be fixed up but we’ll need to test it out a bit.”

Pepper reached over to pick up Morgan, “Alright, we should get out of your guys’ hairs.”

(Y/n) watched them leave and then looked over at Peter. “That was a close one.” She laughed lightly and Peter chuckled.

“Yeah, she’s smart for her age.” Peter walked over towards her with her leg. (Y/n) sat on the edge of the table and Peter knelt down, slowly placing her leg back on. With a click and a hiss, Peter smiled. He stood back up and looked at (Y/n) who was way closer to her than he thought. Her eyes soft, staring at him.

“Thank you, Peter.”

His eyes flickered down to her lips and she was about to lean in when she pulled back fast. Her lips were pursed and she looked down. Tasha came rushing in and down the stairs, frantic.

“(Y/n), holy shit, you’re okay.”

Peter took a few steps back and away from (Y/n), crossing his arms and glancing at the stairs. He saw Steve enter the room as Tasha was examining her daughter’s leg.

Steve gave him a smile and a nod. Peter waved at him. His eyes moved from (Y/n) then back to Steve, finally deciding to talk to the older man.

(Y/n)’s eyes stayed on Peter as he walked over to Steve. The two exchanged a few words and then went up the stairs looking like they wanted to talk in private.

“Was something going on between the two of you?” Tasha asked, staring at the empty space where the other two stood. Her eyes then met (Y/n)’s who sucked in a breath through her teeth.

“I mean, technically,” she raised her brows. Tasha narrowed her eyes at her. “Okay, I know, I know. Yes, there was, kinda, but I mean he’s also still Peter. But I know, I won’t do anything. It’s just, I don’t know. It’s weird.”

Tasha scoffed, “Yeah, it is weird. Trust me. But also, it’s a good thing nothing’s going on between you two. Not ‘cause of the weird, philosophical thing of is there any difference in our Peter, but because Bruce, Shuri, and I figured it out. We’re going home.”

(Y/n) stared at her wide-eyed. “What?!”

“Yeah, Steve and I were on our way here when FRIDAY called me.”

“Damn.” There was a beat. “And we found how to get to our exact universe?”

“Yup,” Tasha said, popping the ‘p’. “We should say bye to everyone.”

“Already?”

Tasha nodded. “Our universe only aligns with this universe to allow travel every month or so, and we’ve been here for a month already.”

(Y/n) sighed, hopping off the table. “Okay, let me just say bye to Morgan and Pep then.”

Tasha wrapped an arm around her and the two walked up. Steve was talking to Peter and Pepper and their heads turned to the two Starks.

Pepper wore a sad smile on her face, “So you’re leaving?”

“Yeah.” (Y/n)’s face reflected hers. She rushed forward, hugging the older woman and Pepper held her tight. She felt tears fall on her face and (Y/n) pulled back, Pepper wiping her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m a mess,” Pepper laughed.

“It’s okay, I’ll miss you a lot, tell Happy I said bye and that everything’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

“Of course, and don’t give other-me too much trouble,” she warned.

“No promises.” Tasha walked from behind (Y/n), going to say her goodbyes to Pepper as well. So (Y/n) went off to find Morgan who was sitting in her room on the small table, playing with a tea set and stuffed animals.

(Y/n) sat beside her. “I’ll be going now, I just want to say goodbye.”

“Will you be coming back?”

(Y/n)’s heart broke and she reached over to Morgan, stroking her cheek with the back of her fingers. “No, I don’t think I will be. But I can try, maybe?”

“If you try, then I guess I’ll let you go.”

(Y/n) raised a brow then laughed. “So I wouldn’t be able to leave without your permission?”

“Nope, daddy didn’t leave with mine and now mommy says he’s with you but that’s not true either.”

“Well, it’s kinda true.”

(Y/n) sighed and Morgan got out of her chair to hug her. Despite her small figure, her hug was tight. (Y/n) hugged back, nuzzling her face into Morgan’s hair.

“I love you lots, okay?”

“I love you three thousand,” Morgan mumbled into (Y/n)’s shoulder.

A knock on the door frame grabbed (Y/n)’s attention and there stood Peter. He motioned that it was time to go and then Morgan pulled away.

“Be good, okay?” (Y/n) kissed her cheek and stood up to leave. “You coming with?” She gestured towards the bags in the hall.

“Oh, yeah, May wants me back plus I can just say bye to you back at HQ.”

“Solid.”

(Y/n) grabbed one of his bags, much to his protests, and began walking back towards the others.

***

(Y/n) stood in front of the device, Bruce and Shuri standing by the controls flipping switches and typing in coordinates. Tasha was talking to Steve, saying a few goodbyes (among other things) and (Y/n) figured this would be a good time, the only time, to say one last thing to Peter.

She turned to Peter who was also staring at the device.

“Um,” she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “About earlier, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Oh, no, no, it’s fine that was… also my fault.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

“So—” They both said at the same time, then laughing.

“You first.” Peter motioned towards her.

“Thank you… For spending time with me even though you didn’t have to. I know it probably triggered some memories for you but you still did it anyways. I don’t think I would’ve survived this past month without you.” (Y/n) grabbed one of his hands, stroking the back of it with her thumbs. Something of comfort that she had done with him long before they dated, in her world.

“It was nothing. I-um. If anything, it helped me a lot,” he gripped his hand on hers. “Closure and all. I—I know you’re not my (Y/n)? But, I feel like I need to get this off my chest, like I should have before—before…” His gaze turned downward and (Y/n) squeezed his hand, reassuring him. His head snapped back up to her and she smiled.

“It’s okay.”

“I—uh—I really like you. A lot. You make me smile a lot, and you’re like a ball of sunshine. Ray of sunshine, I mean. Ball? What.”

“Pete,” (Y/n) giggled.

“Right,” he laughed nervously. “You’re an amazing hero and person who works hard. Your laughter is like music and I just—I really like you. And I wish I told you all of this sooner and there’s so much more I have to say but I can’t remember and I just. I really like you.”

Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw the interdimensional device begin to work and Tasha motioning towards them that they had to get going. (Y/n) nodded to her mom before turning back to Peter.

“I like you a lot too, webhead. I know the me in this universe did too. And I know the me in this universe will want you to move on and to be happy. So let yourself be happy. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.” (Y/n) stood on her toes and kissed him on his cheek. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

Peter nodded, swallowing as he held back his tears. “You too. Try to visit, if you can.”

(Y/n) nodded and hugged him. Peter relished her embrace and held on tight before Tasha came up to them. (Y/n) pulled away and smiled at Peter then took a few steps back.

Tasha set a hand on his shoulder. “Look, kid, I know I’m not your Tony but I’m still, Toni. You’re doing a good job, and I know he’s proud of you. If you can, keep being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, capiche?”

“Yeah, got it.”

Tasha smiled, pulling him in for a hug then pulling back.

“Since when were we there?” Peter joked.

Tasha smirked, shaking her head. “Always were, kid.”

With that being said, Tasha walked over towards the device besides (Y/n). Bruce gave them the ‘okay’ and before they headed through they both gave everyone one last glance, then taking a step in.

***

Tasha and (Y/n) was met with a messy lab, an exhausted Steve Stark-Rogers with his hand on his face, a sleeping Peter Parker with Maria in his arms, a Bruce slumped over a desk, and Shuri who walked in with her cup of coffee.

“Oh, shit!” Shuri dropped the coffee on the ground, splashing it everywhere. Steve jumped in his seat, knocking everything around him. Bruce fell out of his seat and Peter groaned, waking up while Maria rubbed her eyes.

“Tasha.”

“(Y/n)!”

The two boys got up abruptly, Peter holding Maria in his arms still, and ran towards them, hugging them. (Y/n) and Tasha laughed as they hugged them back. Maria stayed in Peter’s arm, looking between (Y/n) and Tasha.

“Group hug!” she yelled. The four of them looked at each other then at the small girl.

“Group hug?” (Y/n) asked. Steve laughed, wrapping an arm around Peter then pulling him, which in turn pulled her into a hug. Maria stayed in the middle of it as they all stayed there hugging, like a small happy family.

Shuri and Bruce watched, exchanging glances with each other.

Bruce cleared his throat, taking off his glasses. “Where were you guys?”

Tasha poked her head out, looking over at Bruce. “Alternate dimension.”

“What?” Peter asked, excitement flowing through him. “Another universe?! Does this mean in one universe Star Wars could be real? Or instead, (Y/n) had spider powers instead of me?” He continued to ramble and (Y/n) and Tasha could only laugh.

Steve stared down at all of them, a smile very apparent on his face. In due time they’d tell everything but for right now, he just wanted to keep them all safe in his arms.

a/n: So Tasha and Steve named their kid Maria after Tasha’s mom. Just an fyi. If enough people like this, I might make this a mini series. The mini-series would just explore the 3490 universe on (Y/n)’s relationship with Peter, Tasha, Steve, and the other members of the Iron Family. I’m thinking about writing the civil war version along with a Homecoming/IW/Endgame version. And maybe I’ll write the other universe where both (Y/n) and Tony die.

#peter parker x stark!reader #tony stark x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x oc #peter parker imagine #steve rogers x platonic!reader #earth 3490 #earth-3490 #natasha stark #toni star #two worlds one path to happiness series #a.writes

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the space between the letters: the Avonlea girls take on Queen’s

[if you’ve been following me, you know I’ve posted shirbert letters; this is a awae short/fic of what happens between their letters. since I can’t wait for season four and wanted to know how the girls fare at Queen’s, I decided to write my own personal snippet-of-their lives shortly after the events of the season three finale. I hope you enjoy it as I’ve enjoyed writing it!]

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The Space Between the Letters: The Avonlea Girls Take on Queen’s aka Cuffing Season

The Avonlea girls were having tea in the parlor on a crisp autumn afternoon. The sound of hushed conversation following a rush of laughter chimed through the Blackmore house, and fortunately the volume was not improper as to warrant the mistress of the house herself to leave the confines of her study to reprimand them.

Jane Andrews was the center of attention, for just an hour before tea, two of Queen’s fine students had unfortunately come knocking at the same time. It was rather mortifying for Jane to have to entertain two suitors in the parlor with Mrs Blackmore in the study situated right next to it and the girls spying at the top of the staircase, hands clutching at the rails. She knew she was being watched on account that she had done the very same with her friends when Moody Spurgeon visited Ruby Gillis just the day before to play her a song he composed and planned to present at the Winter Ball in a few months. Now being on the other side of the staircase and in the parlor herself, Jane felt rather sorry for invading the couple’s privacy.

The moment the boys stepped out of the elegant house and Jane clicked the door closed, the girls descended the staircase like a stampede of farm animals. They were promptly scolded by Mrs Blackmore then, and they all shuffled as quietly as they could manage to the parlor.

The girls sat at the table in silence as Jane poured tea for each of her friends. Once everyone had stirred in their preferred amount of sugar and milk, and gently placed their spoons delicately on their saucers as Mrs Blackmore instructed a lady should, their eyes turned to Jane Andrews expectantly.

“Oh, I’m so embarrassed!” she exclaimed, pulling her hands up to cover her reddened cheeks. Immediately, the questions flooded out of their lips and soaked the room.

“What did they say to each other?” said Tilly Boulter.

“What did they say to you?” inquired Diana Barry.

“Did they ask to court you, at the same time?” demanded Ruby Gillis.

Josie Pye laughed. “Their faces were almost as red as Anne’s hair!”

The room erupted into fits of laughter, and even Anne Shirley-Cuthbert found amusement in her former enemy’s words.

Diana, however, had not yet warmed up to Josie and her humor, and faithfully defended the honor of her bosom friend. “We can all see Anne’s hair has darkened into a handsome auburn, Josie. And besides, many of the boys at Queen’s have taken notice of Anne because of her hair.”

“Oh, never mind about me,” Anne laughed, colouring, but she would later thank her dear Diana for defending her. “Jane, tell us everything!”

Jane recovered her usual straight face, with a ghost of a smile on her lips and a telling blush spread on her complexion. “There’s nothing very interesting to tell, really.”

After much prodding, Jane revealed the suitors to be Richard Cordell and Leroy Murphy. Both were in Jane’s mathematics class and admired her for her wit and intellect. She was one of the few students who could finish the math problem sets in record time, and one of the even fewer girls in class who would speak up to answer the professor’s questions.

Ruby was not satisfied. “But what did they say to you? How did they compliment you?”

Jane, remembering she had spied on Ruby and Moody, felt compelled to make up for it despite the fact that Ruby had just done the same. “Richard said he has yet to see anyone who has eyes as gold or as handsome as mine,” she reluctantly revealed. The girls stayed impressively calm, waiting for her to continue. “And Leroy said that I give off the same air as a sunflower and his day brightens when he sees me.”

The girls burst into squeals of delight and Jane’s indifferent expression cracked, revealing a pleased and bashful grin, but not before harshly whispering: “Quiet, or Mistress Mang will come and finish us off for sure and certain!”

Now in the back garden of the Blackmore property, the girls had laid out blankets on the grass. Anne and Diana were lying side by side gazing at the cloud formations in the gorgeous blue sky that was slowly turning a purplish-pink, hinting of a beautiful sunset to come. The breeze was getting cooler as the days passed, so Anne was determined to cherish these evenings where they could lounge outside without fear of catching colds and potentially their deaths. She reveled at the sound of rustling leaves and chirping birds, missing the ones she friended at Avonlea.

“Dearest Diana, thank you for defending my honor and my hair earlier,” Anne smiled, turning to her bosom friend and squeezing her hand.

“I meant what I said,” said Diana, squeezing back. “It’s a very handsome auburn now but even before it was a pleasant shade of red. That Josie Pye–“

“–is our friend now,” Anne interjected. “And since we are her friends, we need to make allowances for her. Sometimes.”

“Not even Aunt Josephine would be able to afford all the allowances we will have to make for her,” Diana sighed. “But I suppose you’re right.”

A comfortable silence enveloped them until Anne remembered Gilbert, and because Diana was kindred to Anne’s spirit, she knew when the silence whispered of worry.

“I’m sure he’s sent a letter to you, Anne. It’s probably just been delayed in reaching you.”

“What if he changed his mind?” Anne groaned, unable to bear the thought of losing Gilbert again. Certainly there were girls more beautiful and brilliant than she at U of T, she thought. “Diana, be honest. Do you think he’s changed his mind? About me?”

Diana turned to look at her friend with a knowing, mischievous smile. “After the way he kissed you that day when all was revealed? Not a chance.”

Anne’s natural rosy complexion darkened. “I– we– you– Ah!” Anne bolted upright, discovering that it was possible to feel immense joy and painful embarrassment at the same time.

Diana laughed, sitting up as well. “I’m serious! And from your description of the kisses the two of you shared before I arrived, I would be astonished if he would dare change his mind. And don’t think I hadn’t noticed the way he looked at you before he jumped off the carriage to kiss you. Twice, if you happen to recall.”

The problem was Anne did recall. When all was quiet in her mind, she’d find her thoughts drifting to a brilliant, wonderful boy whose lips have stained her memory forever. She missed him. And, okay, she missed kissing him, too. But what she missed the most was the way he looked at her, made her feel when he looked at her. The way he smiled at her. His smile. His brilliance. Him. Gilbert. She missed him. Anne Shirley-Cuthbert sorely missed Gilbert Blythe.

“I can’t believe it finally happened,” sighed Diana. “You and Gilbert Blythe were destined from the start to be together. He better have a good reason for his delayed response, or I’d have a good mind to scold him. Again.”

“I’ve no doubt you would,” Anne mused, so grateful for Diana’s part in bringing them together.

Jane Andrews and Josie Pye bounded out the backdoor each holding a basket of fruit and joined them on their blanket spread.

“Girls, I need your advice,” Jane moaned. “How do you choose between two boys?” She sat beside Josie, both girls crossing their legs. “Ruby said to go for the most handsome and Josie said to go for the most kind.”

Anne glanced at Josie, who was laughing at Jane’s distress. She couldn’t help but feel pride bloom in her chest for Josie Pye, who had come out of the worst of the scandal with Billy. Josie had a quieter demeanor, now, and had grown to be more thoughtful. Choosing a beau for their kindness over their looks was something Josie would never have considered a few months earlier. But Anne was as hurt as she was proud for her, for the sad happenstance that Josie Pye learned this beautiful lesson of love over a tragedy that she’d carry for the rest of her life. Much like she carried the despairing events of her orphan life, although they seldom came to her mind these days. Anne was hopeful that one day Josie would not be overcome by the painful memory of Billy and the shame he brought on her.

Ruby, however, had a ways to go in the way she viewed love and suitors. But Moody and her were courting now, and they were good for each other. Anne prayed with all her heart that it would turn out well.

“If you could find it in yourself to think the most kind boy is the most handsome, then I think that would be ideal,” Josie said.

“I agree,” Diana smiled at Josie sincerely. “When someone is good in heart, they become more beautiful than the one who is devilishly handsome with no virtue to their merit.”

“Well, as of right now, who do you like more?” inquired Anne.

“I don’t know,” Jane shrugged. “I’ve only talked to them briefly a few times before they came calling. I never would’ve thought they’d ask to court me!”

“So that’s your next move,” Anne nodded, brows furrowed in thought. “Get to know them both before deciding. And if one of them quits their pursuit of your worthy heart before you make your decision, then you know he’s not worthy of your love.”

Tilly Boulter, Ruby Gillis, and Lily arrived with a platter of chicken salad sandwiches cut up into delicate triangles, joining the rest of the group sitting in a circle. A gust of wind threatened to blow away their hats that were pinned to their hair.

Lily, deaf and mute and gentle and kind, actions speaking louder than words could scream, was happily adopted into the friend group. Mrs Blackmore considered Lily their chaperone when necessary, not trusting half the girls to be proper in public, while the Avonlea girls considered Lily their older sister. The moment she caught them staying up late the second night at Queen’s to practice sign language in the living area was the moment Lily knew she loved them. Her eyes now followed them with curiosity and wonder.

“Can you believe the number of boys that have been visiting lately?” giggled Ruby, nibbling on her triangle of sandwich. “We have all been called to the parlor by Mang because of a suitor. So many of them have come and it’s not even the third week of class!”

“Yes, and I wish they would stop visiting so frequently,” Anne laughed, half meaning it. She hadn’t minded when boys came calling for her friends, but it was an awkward situation when they came to visit her. The first time was flattering, but the last few times were excruciating because it would always remind her of Gilbert and how he could not come calling like the Queen’s boys. The girls, however, found it ever so exciting that quite a number of Queen’s students took notice of them, especially Anne, and it made them feel a sense of pride and camaraderie as they all represented Avonlea. Since their arrival at Queen’s, Avonlea had earned a reputation for raising some of the most charming, handsome, and bright girls the Island would encounter– the latter attribute an influence of Miss Stacey, who missed them dearly.

“Anne, have you heard from Gilbert?” Tilly inquired, and the girls curiously looked at the girl in question.

They were shocked to hear the news that Gilbert had sacrificed a sensational life in Paris with beautiful Winifred in order to study at the University of Toronto. Since they had reacted so severely, Anne was wise to wait two days before revealing that Gilbert was now courting her. She had worried of Ruby’s reaction, whether she would be angry or upset given her past infatuation of him, but her eyes were now fixated on a sweet, charismatic banjo-playing scholar. In fact, next to Diana, Ruby was the most excited for the new couple. But then again, Ruby was always enraptured in all things pertaining to love and romance. Nevertheless, Anne was grateful that the girls found her and Gilbert a solid pair.

As for Charlie Sloane, who took notice of Anne a few months ago, he had quickly adapted to the prospects of Queen’s and rumor had it that he had taken notice of a student who was from Carmody.

“No,” Anne replied curtly, trying to hide her disappointment. “Not yet, but I will.”

Lily reached over to hold Anne’s hand. She had been so touched by the girls’ retelling of Anne and Gilbert’s history as they walked to the postal office two weeks prior, and she looked forward to meeting the legendary Gilbert Blythe.

“Don’t worry, Anne,” Josie offered. “If things don’t work out between the two of you, there are a handful of boys here that have expressed interest in you. They were sorely disappointed to find out you were not available to court.”

Josie spoke with good intention, but it rubbed Anne the wrong way and rubbed in the fact that Gilbert was so far away. She refrained from saying anything, only replied with a tight smile.

Just then, the familiar whistling of the postal worker drifted from the front of the house to their ears. Anne’s eyes met Diana’s, and within five seconds, all of the girls were sprinting around the side of the house to the front door, laughing excitedly. Lily calmly walked as she knew Mrs Blackmore would not be pleased if she witnessed the scene.

“Ah, ladies!” old Mr Sanderson smiled upon seeing the youthful girls, tipping his hat as a greeting. “I have mail to deliver here. Now let’s see…” he trailed off as he rifled through his satchel, pulling out three envelopes, one a brown manila envelope, and two standard sized cream-coloured ones.

“One for Mrs Blackmore–“

“I can take it to her,” Anne impatiently grabbed one of the standard envelopes from the old man. He didn’t notice her desperation. “Anything else?”

“Well, we have a letter… oh! From the University of Toronto– for a Miss Anne Shirley-Cuthbert.”

Anne froze, nerves tingling up and down her spine as her breath caught. Somehow, she lifted her hand to receive the manila envelope with a strange bump protruding inside it. “That’s for me, sir. Thank you.”

The girls squealed in excitement, but Anne did not dare look at the sender’s name written on the top left corner of the envelope, although she knew it must say “Gilbert Blythe” because who else could it be from?

Anne faintly heard the last recipient, Tilly Boulter, but could not remember anything else after.

Lily gracefully delivered Mrs Blackmore’s letter to her private study knowing Anne was too preoccupied at current, and Anne had not heard Diana shepherding the girls back to the backyard to give Anne privacy to read Gilbert’s letter to her.

When she finally held it up and found that the letter was, indeed, from Gilbert Blythe, she felt her heart race.

Anne hurried to sit on her favorite bench placed under the willow tree to the right of the house, trying to ignore the fact that she passed the spot where Gilbert and her had kissed weeks ago. She inhaled a deep breath of cooling air before opening the envelope, remembering the personal things of her heart and the feelings she expressed in her letter to Gilbert, and Anne prepared herself for his response to her follow-up question. (Click here to read Letter 1: Anne’s letter to Gilbert)

Exhaling, she unfolded the letter.

(Click here to read Letter 2: Gilbert’s letter to Anne)

Anne had read Gilbert’s letter five more times and pinched herself five times more before she rejoined the jolly group in the backyard, now packing up their picnic and heading inside.

The girls couldn’t help but notice that Anne was in the same mysterious mood she was in the day they moved in to the Blackmore house. They knew it had everything to do with an old classmate who was now a medical student in Toronto but they said and asked nothing of Anne, allowing her to process and feel what needed to be processed and felt.

She was unusually quieter than usual, for a longer period than usual, and Diana would have been more worried if not for the sparkle in Anne’s eyes and the slightly higher lift of her chin as she moved about in her silence.

The two young scholars were finishing their homework in the bedroom they shared, sitting at their respective desks. Diana had been conjugating a set of French verbs when Anne spoke up.

“He loves me,” she said, voice trembling. Diana left her desk to stand beside Anne who was sitting at her own, staring at the letter spread atop it. Anne looked up to meet her friend’s tender brown eyes with her own teary gray ones. “Gilbert loves me.”

“Of course he does,” Diana asserted, putting her hand on Anne’s shoulder. She remembered how Anne had cried when she told her she loved her the first time, and felt a pull at her heart that her bosom friend had now been blessed with romantic love, too. Diana felt that Anne deserved all the love in the world and was grateful that Gilbert was one of the few people who could and would supply it justly to her.

“He loves me,” repeated Anne, beginning to cry. A tsunami of emotion spilled from her eyes and waves of shock, relief, elation, disbelief, joy, longing, and love broke Anne’s proper demeanor, reminding the both of them they were still girls. Their arms captured each other in a tight iron grip, and Anne cried into her bosom friend for a few minutes, the sound summoning the group of friends who were now fearful they misunderstood Anne’s mood and were afraid that something dreadful had happened. Diana smiled at them and nodded her head, assuring them silently that everything was alright.

Tilly shut the door quietly and the sound of footsteps receded into the hall. The sharp tapping of Mrs Blackmore’s feet came bounding up the stairs. Within a few seconds, she knocked on the door and entered.

“Girls, are you alright, I heard– oh goodness me, what’s happened here? Anne, why are you crying?”

“These are happy tears, Mrs Blackmore,” she sniffled. “I’m quite alright, thank you. I received the best news.”

The mistress Mang sighed a breath of relief. “Be mindful now of your tears. It isn’t ladylike to cry so, but you are at liberty to cry as much as you like here. Be sure to wash your face or you’ll be puffy in the morning.”

“Yes, Mrs Blackmore.”

“Good evening, ladies.”

The door shut again and Anne and Diana sat on the nearest bed.

“Oh Anne, I’m so glad for you.”

“I can hardly believe it- Gilbert loves me– is in love with me! But I suppose he must love me to kiss me and to have kissed me in the manner and amount that he did,” Anne said, laughing in reference to their earlier conversation.

“All is well then?” asked Diana, looking fondly at her friend.

Anne nodded, smiling at the thought of Gilbert and his heartfelt letter. “All is well and good in the world.”

“Let me know if you ever need to speak with me, about anything,” Diana squeezed Anne’s hand.

“Thank you, dearest of Dianas. I will.”

Anne leaned back on her bed and watched Diana return to her desk and flip her French dictionary open. An idea bloomed in her mind, and she sat upright.

“Say, Diana, would you happen to have a book containing foreign languages vocabulary? I’ve decided to engage in a long-distance duel with Gilbert Blythe and I am determined to beat him, fair and square.”

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