#Had I said ''Okay let's watch the first Star Wars it might be fun''

[morrigan-sims]

hello friend! for a while now i've seen some of ur DnD ocs and i was just curious, do you have any advice for beginners getting into DnD? i've always heard about it, but doing research is a bit overwhelming sometimes with all the different things there are to know?

Anon, you have come to the right place!!! I love talking about dnd! And I absolutely am willing to answer questions about it! And don't worry, I totally get it. There is a lot that goes into DnD. But the good thing is that you don't need to know all of it, at least not at first!

I've only been playing for a little over a year. My first real exposure to dnd was watching Critical Role, but I had wanted to play for a long time before that. That got me pretty familiar with the rules and how the game works in general. (I started with Campaign 2.)

Watching some kind of dnd show (there's a lot of them, so look for one that really captures your heart!) is a good intro because you get to watch other people play, and so you learn the rules and the game flow, but you don't have to worry about keeping track of it all yourself. (Just bear in mind that some of them may be using homebrew rules that are different from the regular ones. But even so, you can still get a feel for the game!) (Like I said, my go-to recommendation for people just starting out is Critical Role Campaign 2, but I've also heard amazing things about Dimension 20, and Not Another DnD Podcast, among others.) (If anyone has any DnD show recs, feel free to put them in the comments!)

Another tip is: If you are in high school or university, check out your local clubs! I can guarantee that any university of a decent size is going to have a tabletop club, and depending on the high school they might also have a tabletop club. They often have "beginner's night" or something similar where more experienced members run oneshots specifically meant to introduce people to the game! (This is also a great way to find people with shared interests and make friends on campus.)

If you aren't in school, check if your local library hosts any kind of tabletop event! I know some do. And if that doesn't work out, then looking for a group online is a good thing to do. The subreddit Looking For Game (r/lfg) is a good place to find groups to play with. (Either oneshots or full campaigns.) It can take a lot of trial and error to find a group and DM you feel comfortable with, but I found a pretty good group through there, and I know several other people who have, too! (There's also a "beginner friendly" flag that people use if their game is geared towards / accessible for people who are new to the game, so check that out!)

I'd say start with a (relatively low-level) oneshot before you dive into a full campaign. Test out how comfortable you are with the mechanics and everything. Also, make sure that you have a good DM for your first experience. Having a bad DM for your first experience will definitely sour it, and make you more reluctant to play again. But, if you do have a less-than-ideal first experience, don't write the game off immediately! Give it another shot. And if you decide DnD isn't your thing, that's totally fine! But try not to let one person ruin the whole thing for you.

But at the same time, if you're not having fun, don't force yourself! It's okay to leave a group because you don't enjoy it, no matter what the reason is! DnD should be fun and enjoyable, and you shouldn't ever feel uncomfortable.

Oh, and one more thing. DnD is far from the only ttrpg system out there! There's one for just about every theme or concept under the sun, if you look. (There's a Star Wars version of dnd, there's Vampire The Masquerade, there's Pathfinder, and those are just the big names! There's also tons and tons and tons of indie ttrpgs!) So if you find yourself not really vibing with DnD for one reason or another, maybe another ttrpg is more your speed!

Please let me know if you do end up getting into DnD! I would absolutely love to hear about your OCs and campaigns!! I really do mean it!! And if you feel comfortable coming off anon, I have a discord server for simmers who also play DnD. It's pretty small and cozy, and we aren't always super active, but everyone there is really sweet. And I've always intended to run a oneshot for some people in there. (I keep saying I'm gonna do it, but I never get around to it. My ADHD is kicking my ass lately. But it is an eventual goal!!)

Sorry for rambling so much. I do hope some of this is useful to you! And like I said, I'd love to hear an update in the future if/when you do end up finding a group!

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[lovelyyy-luna]

cantina nights

pairing: (poe dameron x fem!reader)

fandom: star wars

pronouns: she/her 

type: fluff

warning: no warnings that I can think of, but please let me know if I did miss anything

word count: 1870

a/n: this reader is fucking clueless, and I love it. Basically, me in high school.

a a/n: happy may the fourth! yes, im posting like 10 mins before the fifth. I had work :/

date: may 4, 2022

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It was your lunch break, and you decided to see Rose. But when you got down to where she was stationed, she wasn’t there, so you decided to check up in the lunchroom.

You scanned the room and heard an excited whir from your favorite droid, BB-8. You saw him roll towards you and looked up to see Poe waving you over.

You followed the droid and sat across from Poe. Rey, Finn, and Rose were already having a conversation but quickly gave you some hellos when you sat down and returned to their conversation.

You and Poe ate your food quietly. You weren't paying attention when your friends communicated with Poe to talk to you with their eyes.

You saw him out of the corner of your eye, shaking his head.

When you focused back on him, he gave you an embarrassed smile, and you smiled back at him.

“So Y/N, I wondered if you wanted to come out to the cantina tonight? There's going to be music, dancing, and drinking. Thought it might be fun to get off the station and relax.”

You smiled at his offer, “Yeah! That'll be fun!” you turned your head over towards your friends, “Now I can finally see how good a dancer Finn is,” Finn looked over when he heard his name, “Also am looking forward to a rematch with Rey and Rose on how many shots either of us can take in a single sitting.”

Poe kept looking back and forth between you and the group, stuttering.

You look down at your watch and see that your break is almost up, “Okay, well, I gotta get back to work. I will see you later tonight! It's going to be fun!”

You get up from the table with your tray and head back to your station. 

“So you asked her out?” Finn questioned.

“Yes,” Poe replied.

“But she thought it was a group hang out?” Rey asked.

“Yes! I don't know how many times I need to explain it!” Poe explained.

“Listen, I love Y/N. She's a great person, an amazing engineer but her grasp on social cues are not the best,” Rose chimed in.

“You guys are gonna still come, right?” Poe asked.

“You want us there? I thought maybe you could just tell her we couldn't make it,” Finn suggested.

“I mean, it's not ideal for your friends to join you on a first date, but I don't wanna just ambush her with just me showing up.”

They all agreed and went on with their shift.

Night finally came, and you were back in your shared room with Rose. 

You put on a dress you found at a mid-day market on Ajan Kloss. The dress was flowy and perfect for dancing.

The door to your room opened, and Rose smiled at you and collapsed on her bed.

“So Rose, I know you aren't a dress kinda gal, but you have to wear these pants,” you get up from the chair and go to her closet and pick out what you want her to wear,  “They are so comfy and perfect for you.”

“Y/N?” Rose spoke.

“Yeah?”

“You remember you told me you had a crush on Poe?”

You hum a yes while putting on your heels. 

“Well, what if I told you he also has a crush on you?”

You nervously scoff, “Shut up. He does not.”

“He does, and he wants to go on a date with you.”

“What?” you say, very shocked, “When?”

“Tonight.”

“Well, that's kinda dumb. Why would he wanna ask me out on a date when we all have plans for the cantina?”

“Hun,” she said in a concerning tone.

“What?”

“Hun,”

“W-what?” you began to process everything in your mind more thoroughly, “Oh, did I misunderstand something again.”

“Yeah, but it's okay! I'll let the others know, and you guys can go on a date.” Rose said reassuringly.

“Wait! What if I misunderstand something again and ruin everything.”

“Hun, that won't happen. You'll do fine.”

“But remember what happened with Kiredish?”

“Yeah, yeah, that was bad. But that was with Kiredish, and this is Poe Dameron. You've liked him for three years, and this is your chance to make your move.”

You nod at what she says. She bids you good luck and walks out of the room.

You wait a couple of minutes until you get the message that Poe was waiting for you.

You walk out of the base and see that he is waiting for you. He looked very handsome, and you made sure to tell him that.

He blushed at your compliment, “Well you look beautiful as always. Um, so the guys aren't coming. I hope that's okay if you still wanna go drinking and dancing.

“Of course, I still wanna go. It's gonna be fun.”

You smile, and you both start to walk down to the cantina.

The walk was short, but the scenery on the planet was beautiful. You were looking at your surroundings while he was staring at you.

You get to the cantina and walk to a table next to the dance floor.

Poe pulled out the chair for you, and you sat down and scootched in.

“I'll go get us some drinks. You like the Twi’lek Izzy drink, right?”

Oh, my maker, he's so cute he remembered your drink, “Yup.”

He smiled and went to the bar top.

He came back and handed you your drink. You took a few sips, and then there was silence. Knowing that this was a date, you had no clue what to talk about.

You guys are good friends; you know what you need to know about each other.

“So, how's your drink?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“It's perfect. Do you know when the dancing is going to begin?”

The band was already in full swing, “I think it starts when we get out there.'' He stood up from his seat and extended his arm out to you.

“What? We can't just go out there!” you say in a panicked manner, “People will be looking at us.”

“So? We don't know these people. Come on, Y/N.”

You slowly put your hand in his and walk a few steps so that the two of you are in the center of the floor.

The music was light, and the rhythm flowed through the two of you. You kept feeling all of the eyes of the bar patrons fall onto you. You were looking around, and then you got tense. Poe felt that and he pulled you close, your noses were barely touching, and he  whispered, “Hey, don't pay attention to them. Keep your eyes on me,” he then moved to whisper in your ear, “just pretend that we are the only two people left on this planet.”

The thought of just the two of you alone made you relax. He led you in the dance, and that's when others joined, and then the music got quicker and more festive.

It was like a club in there, and before you knew it, you got out of breath and needed a minute to collect yourself.

“That was fun!” you saw out of breath.

“O told you so,” he said with a grin.

You stuck your tongue out, and he sat down next to you. You and he watched the people dance and have a good time. 

You scootched closer to him and put your head on his shoulder. 

“Hey,” he said, and you lifted your head, “how about we go outside?”

You nod and follow his lead. The night air was cool and crisp; it was just beautiful. You went up to the railing and leaned against it.

He noticed you shiver, and without thinking, he put his jacket on your shoulders.

“Oh, you didn't have to do that,” you smile, looking at his jacket.

“You were cold. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't do that,”

You chuckle slightly at his comment.

Again you get closer to him and put your head on his shoulder.

You were quiet for a few minutes and then had to get something off your chest.

“Poe?”

“Yeah?”

I apologize for the misunderstanding. I've never been good at picking up on those types of things. I almost got engaged to a guy I thought was my friend for three years, but everyone else knew we were dating.

“Wow, that's… I don't even know how to respond to that,” he chuckles.

“Yeah. I just wanted you to know that I like you and have the best time ever.”

“Really?” he asked, looking over at you.

“Yeah! The dancing and the drinking are great.” you laugh, looking back at him.

“I think that there's something that can make this night just a little better.”

“Like what?”

He was staring at you and slowly leaned in closer to you, you got what he was doing and leaned toward him, and your lips lightly touched.

His lips were a little rough, but once he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his lips melted against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. He then breaks the kiss, and you couldn't help but giggle.

“I wish we could just freeze time and stay here forever,” he whispers.

“I wish that too. But it is getting late; we should go back to the base,” your voice was sad, and he heard that.

The two of you were walking back to base, and while you were walking, he went off course for a short second and then ended up at the front of the base alone. You wait for just a second and see Poe jog towards you.

“I know we can't freeze time, but maybe this is something you can remember tonight,” he handed you a flower. It was one of the native ones to the planet. It was beautiful; even with it being out of the ground, the petals were still pulsating and alive.

You smiled at the gift, and he walked you back to your room.

“I had a fun time, Poe.”

“I did too, Y/N,” he leaned down and kissed you; he cupped your face and pushed you against the wall. Your hand wrapped around his wrists, holding him close to you.

Lost in the moment, you didn't see General Organa walk past, but she made herself known by cleaning her throat. And the two of you, like teenagers, broke the kiss, and both of you were full of embarrassment.

The two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Well, I should get back to my room before General Organa rips me a new one,” he laughs.

“Yeah, “ you smile.

“Good night, y/n,” he kissed you on the cheek and walked down the hallway looking back at you every few seconds until you were out of sight.

You sigh happily and open the door. To your surprise, the lights were on, and Rey and Rose were sitting in her bed smiling at you, waiting to hear all about it.

Coincidentally when Poe got back to his room, Finn and BB-8 were waiting for the same thing.

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[dragontamerno3]

DS9 S1 E12-15

I have been sorta nursing my health for the last couple of days as I've had some pretty bad pain days and didn't really feel up to giving a full recap as I watched something. I'm still feeling crappy so this may continue for the foreseeable future. Yay chronic illnesses... Anywhoo on to the recaps.

E12 - Vortex

This is another Odo episode. Was kinda expecting to just blank out and let this one pass without much thought, but I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't particularly like it, but it had some good moments. Up to this point there didn't seem to be much to him besides "security dude" but getting to see that even he has temptations was a nice touch for character development. There are potential clues on who/what he might be in it but ultimately I knew it was too early for him to get to meet his people so I was curious to see where it actually led. When he ultimately let the dude and his daughter escape by letting the Vulcans take them to safety was really where the episode changes for me. That's literally at the end so it doesn't do much but change my star rating on it but it let me see that Odo has a heart and I look forward to seeing more of softy Odo. If he truly is a grump with a heart of goo (this is a pun laugh with me) then I might actually come to like Odo.

6/10

E13 Battle Lines

Typical "two sides have been fighting for centuries and refuse to stop story." While I agree with Sisko's decision not to let Bashir change the "coding" of whatever was keeping those folks alive after dying over and over again, I was on the side of ending it until Shel-la (I think) said he'd use it to win the war finally.

I felt bad for Kira when the Kai died and when it became clear that she couldn't leave again because of it. Kira's reaction was pretty much how I would have (at least in the sense of "Why aren't you DOING something") and she's growing to be the fiesty Kira I know and love.

5/10

E14 The Storyteller

This one had me laughing probably more than I should have been but I had a fun ride on this one. I in no way thought this one was a "good" episode but seeing Miles in any uncomfortable situation like this is generally worth my time. I know that Bashir and Miles become friends at some point but seeing them have this awkward interaction at the beginning, the pulling of teeth to make Miles socialize with anyone let alone a chatty Bashir, and then the bait and switch on the surface. Chefs kiss. Bashir also had too much fun laughing at him. lol

I don't have much to say about the plot itself, it was okay. I do enjoy a "we created our own monster" story, though generally its also tied to a "this person is a monster" character so it was interesting to see it manifest as a storm like thing.

6/10 for the giggles

E15 Progress

I really like this episode but I don't like how it ended. To me, it doesn't fit with the Kira that we've met so far. This is the first time that I could see the Ro Laren skeleton to Kira's character design cause I could see Ro doing the same things.

Having her, of all the crew, touch down on the surface and run into (at least) 3 folks trying to live their lives away from the pain of what the Cardassians did to them, was the perfect set up for this. Everyone else would have fought them harder or would have taken them without their permission within minutes. And then when the old man gets hurt and she stays to nurse him back to health for a while, it really felt like she was settling back into the Bajorian refugee type where they all help each other no matter what their title was. It was really touching and beautifully set up.

What I don't agree with is what happened after Sisko reminds her that while it's okay to be conflicted but it's not okay to get stuck, she decides that she is going to drag this man away from his home unwillingly. Yes, if she left him there he *probably* wouldn't have survived and yes she had a job to do, I'm aware of all of this and even accept that these are the reasons she acted the way she did. But I feel like war exhausted Kira would throw all she had at him and still let him decide his own fate, given how much the Cardassians had ruled over them. I feel like he should have been allowed to choose where he wanted to die and it felt out of character that Kira didn't agree.

With that said! The idea that she helped him finish building a few things or fixing things up and then she turned around to burn it all down was a pretty dramatic touch that I didn't see her doing. It was a very powerful ending.

7/10

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[sapphireginger]

Chapter #9

Summary:

Stiles turns off the tv and coaxes her to look at him. “I will always braid your hair. I think it’s really cool that you’re showing him how but that doesn’t mean he’s going to do it better than me. I don’t think it’s bad if he gets really good at it.” “You don’t?” “Nope. Do you know why?” She shakes her head. “Why?” Stiles brushes her hair out of her eyes. “Because one day Boyd might have a little girl of his own and when she asks him to braid her hair, he’ll be able to do it because you taught him how.” Olivia’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Oh. Well, then that’s okay."

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Lunchtime rolls around the next day, when Erica brings Olivia home, Derek having headed home after breakfast.

“Daddy?”

“In the kitchen Liv!”

She runs inside and throws her arms around his waist. “Did you have fun Daddy? How was your date? Is Mr. Derek here? Are you gonna go on another date?”

“Woah, slow down kiddo.”

Erica closes the front door and makes her way to the kitchen. She eyes the wine glasses in the dish drainer and sends a smirk at Stiles who silences her with a look. She raises her hands in a placating gesture and smiles. “I’m sure your daddy had fun. You need to put your laundry in the hamper Livvy.”

Olivia huffs. “Okay but then I want to know how daddy’s date went.”

Stiles waits until Olivia is in the laundry room before giving Erica a go ahead gesture. “So how was it, Batman? Is he sculpted all over?”

Stiles makes a face even as he blushes. “That’s none of your business. He’s gorgeous and I had an amazing evening.”

“Well good. So where is he?” She glances at the stairs. “Bedroom closet?”

“No,” Stiles says with a snort. “He left after breakfast.”

Erica looks like the cat that got the cream. “So, he stayed the night then. Get it, Batman. Do I need to call Boyd to do any repairs to the bed?”

“Erica!” he hisses. He checks to make sure Olivia hasn’t returned and then fixes Erica with a glare. “We didn’t have sex.” His admission is followed by a one shoulder shrug.

“Why not?”

“Because I have Olivia to think about and he has Zeke. Being a parent means we have to take our kids into consideration when it comes to relationships.” He waits until she looks ready to argue before continuing. “That being said, we're going to a movie this weekend. He also asked about stopping by after he gets off work. I told him he was welcome anytime. I think he mentioned getting dinner on Wednesday night and then depending on how the movie goes we’re going to go out to dinner at the diner with the kids.”

Erica is stunned and then lets out a shrill squeal before hugging him and spinning him around. “Holy shit, Batman!” She smiles and pinches his cheeks. “My little Batman is all grown up.”

Stiles rolls his eyes but he’s wearing a soft smile. “About time huh?”

“I’m happy for you, Stiles. You deserve to be happy. Boyd and I are happy to have Olivia stay with us anytime.”

Olivia chooses that moment to run back out slipping on her socks and barely stops herself from falling. “Olivia Claudia Rose!”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“What have I said about running in the house?”

Olivia wrings her hands. “No running in the house and never in socks because that’s how you get concussions, and you would know because you got one.”

Stiles nods. “Exactly.” He sighs and opens his arms pulling her into a hug. She melts into the embrace and accepts the kiss to her forehead. “So, how did Boyd do with braiding your hair?”

“He did okay for his first try.”

Erica beams. “He may even get to be as good as you one day.”

Olivia looks at Erica and shakes her head. She frowns and looks up at Stiles who quirks a brow. “Nobody will ever be better than daddy at braiding my hair.” She buries her head against Stiles’s stomach, and he puts his hand up to stop Erica from trying to backtrack. He’s pretty sure he knows what’s wrong.

“Livvy, angel?” he says softly. “I planned for us to watch Star Wars: The Last Jedi this afternoon. Do you want to go get the couch movie ready?”

“Okay,” she mumbles.

Once she’s out of earshot Erica looks at Stiles with guilty eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Stiles shakes his head and hugs her. “Don’t be. It’s okay. I think I know what’s wrong.”

“Really? Was it something I said?”

“No. Not really. I haven’t dated anyone since…” he trails off. 

Erica cups the back of his head and rubs his back. “Oh, Stiles. I’ll leave so you can talk to her but if you need me don’t hesitate to call. Okay?”

Stiles relaxes in her arms. “Okay.”

They hug for a few minutes longer before Erica heads out and Stiles joins Olivia on the couch. She crawls into his lap and rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the movie that’s playing. Stiles wraps his arms around her, one hand playing with her hair. He doesn’t say anything, just letting her calm down.

It’s not until the credits roll that Olivia starts talking. “Will you always braid my hair daddy? I don’t want Boyd to do it better than you.”

Stiles turns off the tv and coaxes her to look at him. “I will always braid your hair. I think it’s really cool that you’re showing him how but that doesn’t mean he’s going to do it better than me. I don’t think it’s bad if he gets really good at it.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head. “Why?”

Stiles brushes her hair out of her eyes. “Because one day Boyd might have a little girl of his own and when she asks him to braid her hair, he’ll be able to do it because you taught him how.”

Olivia’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Oh. Well then that’s okay. You’re the only one I want to braid my hair though. Okay, Daddy?” she says with a yawn.

With a smile and a kiss to her forehead Stiles nods. “Of course.”

“Can we take a nap now, Daddy? I’m sleepy.”

Stiles pulls a blanket over them and adjusts to lay down with her head on his chest. “Go to sleep, Livvy. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Her eyes close and her breathing evens out as she falls asleep. Just like the time Stiles has with her when he braids her hair, moments when they cuddle like this are just as precious. He kisses Olivia's forehead and tucks a loose golden blonde curl behind her ear, smiling at her sleeping face. She looks so much like her mother. 

Sometimes he has to stop to catch his breath. He and Gracie, Grace, were kindred spirits, platonic soulmates and he'd do anything for Grace, including raising her daughter as his own no matter how much it hurts sometimes to see her in her.

Stiles feels his own eyelids grow heavy and doesn’t try to fight it when he too drifts off. He’s glad they have today and tomorrow to themselves.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #erica reyes #olivia stilinski (oc) #fluff #light angst #kid fic #single parent stiles stilinski #high on zipping into love: ch. 9 #chapter 9 #human au

[gumnut-logic]

Rant warning

I swore I would never be a whiney or complaining fan. I’m extremely open minded and accept all ideas and angles and pairings and I’ve been in fandom a long time.

But never have I ever had such a bad emotional reaction to new fandom canon material in my life.

I’ve been a Trekkie for nearly forty years and I have adored it in all its incarnations, including the latest movies and the AOS reboot. Jim Kirk and crew will be beloved until the day I die.

But the last few years haven’t been as much fun.

I was excited for Star Trek Discovery only to drop it four episodes in, bewildered that it seemed to be good sci-fi, but something was missing. I figured some people might like it, but I didn’t consider it Trek at all, so turned my back on it.

Rumour had it that it got better as each season came along, but I was wary and didn’t bother with it for ages.

Then Picard came into play and I thought, ooh, this could be interesting, but even before I watched the first ep, someone warned me that if I didn’t like Discovery, I likely wouldn’t like Picard. So I stuck with the fandom I was playing in at the time and let the show grow, with the intention of maybe looking at it some day.

And then Strange New Worlds was announced. Pike! I knew this story! With the Enterprise and everything, there was talk of returning to the older type of Trek and I finally decided to reach out and try it.

Strange New Worlds is a return to the older way with new effects and so far, its okay. I think it is worth giving it a chance. So I watched all ten eps and enjoyed them. Yay, finally more Trek.

But then I ran out of episodes.

In SNW there are lots of mentions of events that happened in Discovery, so grudgingly I jumped into that show, looking for the roots of the Pike and Spock plotlines. I skipped season one altogether and watched the majority of season two until I go so bored, I dropped it in disgust. Michael Burnham is just ugh and tends to be the answer to just about everything. I believe the term is Mary Sue and none of the characters bar Pike drew my interest at all. Even Spock didn’t feel right.

Fine, okay, the show might float some people’s boats, but I could live without it, whatever. I’m all for peeps enjoying their thing.

Then I tried Picard.

I’m sorry, but the bloody show has traumatised me in ways I never thought a Star Trek show ever could. It is so depressing! Where is the hope????? The key to the world that is Star Trek? Hubby pointed out that the story was based on the fringes of the Federation - you know, the outer rim - sound familiar? I love Star Wars, hell, I adore the Mandalorian, but that kind of world does not belong in Star Trek! Yes, there would be edges of the society, but Picard himself said in First Contact that they had a world without money, he described a Utopia, so what the hell was this sudden injection of Star Wars into the franchise??? Only certain people live in this Utopia???? Does this sound familiar when referring to our current society???

But even that, I could handle. Even in a perfect world things are never 100 percent, and yes, conflict is needed to drive a story in many cases. I could even tolerate the blatant violence, I’m not unused to useless graphic gore, or for that matter unneeded and attention grabbing sex scenes.

But then they started killing off characters. Minor characters yes, but one thing these characters had in common was seeking out the Federation in hope for a better life, and to see their storylines end in brutal murder just broke me.

Call me a wimp, call me old fashioned, hell, just call me old, because I am, but that show is not Trek.

There is no hope. No matter where they turn, horror is all they find. While I understand that the current state of the world sucks and that humanity is facing some of its biggest challenges with Climate Change and the assholes among us, but Star Trek was always a sign of hope. It taught teenage me that humans weren’t the plague on the planet I felt they were, that we could be good, that we were going to get past world war three and there was a brighter future.

Looking at Picard…that’s not a bright future. That’s a reflection of the shit hole we are living in now. And while it is sci-fi, there is no way it is Trek.

What ray of hope are we sending to our children? Imagination is all we have in the darkest of times. Grim reality is all over our screens day in, day out. Trek is supposed to be that window of hope.

Thank goodness, I still have Jimmy and his crew and all the nineties Trek that happened before we gave up hope.

/end rant

I never thought a franchise could ever do this to me. I guess I was wrong.

Nutty

(It hurt, it really did)

#star trek #not star trek #i’m so sad

[stackthedeck]

Hello! Can I ask for your thoughts on Peggy Carter, if you have any. She’s been quite the discussion on my for you page lol, personally I think she’s fine not my favorite she’s just kinda there haha. Though I don’t like the inspiration of her character design it’s pretty gross:(

okay, last time I expressed a positive opinion of Peggy, I got some very upsetting comments so let's all just be cool and I'm going to try to articulate my thoughts as best I can. Y'all shouldn't trust my opinion on anything and always correct me when I'm wrong

So there's a claim that Peggy in the mcu is based on a nazi character from the comics and I've seen very little evidence to back up that claim other than they're both wearing military uniforms in cars. Idk if the writers of the first avenger have said anything, I would love to know more about this. The mcu has a very bad habit of creating Frankenstein characters like Sylvie who is based on enchantress and lady Loki but really isn't either of them and is just an original creation. I'm not sure if that happened with Peggy, because she is a character in the comics. Like idk her character design is the female military uniform of America from WWII. I feel it is a bad faith argument to say that the character is innately evil because she may be based on a hydra agent from the comics. That's like saying that people can't watch the star wars prequels because Anakin is portrayed in a positive light for some of it but Darth Vader and the first order are based on nazis. Like Peggy isn't a nazi, she kills nazis, I watched agent carter and I really don't think she's evil. Like it's weird that this is just now coming up, were people talking about this when the first avenger came out?

But like without any background knowledge of who Peggy might be based on, idk I like her. She's a powerful confident woman with a bold red lip and she holds her own like I had a massive crush on her when I first watched the movie and then I watched agent carter and she just got hotter!! Agent Carter was the only way to get femslash back in ye olde days of marvel fandom. And holy shit she's amazing in what if!!! Huge lady with a sword <3 <3 <3 Honestly, I think she's great for the one-off episodes and she had her own side series that was good but is finished now and endgame ruined her character by just boiling her down to Steve's love interest. Like Captain Carter isn't going to replace Sam as the new Captain America and it'd be stupid if she showed up in the mainline canon. Like could you imagine if she showed up in multiverse of madness, what would even be the point that'd be ridiculous! She's just a fun girl boss character that I've been in love with since 2011 and I wish the mcu would stop bringing her up, she's had her time to shine

#asks #like she's cool and I've been obsessed with her since I was ten #i'm sorry i know she's an unpopular character #but like big lady with sword <3

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

Saying goodbye to the first boyfriend

Bianca goes through her first break up. Nico and Will aren't sure how to make her feel better. Good thing Reyna was in town

Bianca thought that she was going to die. Tyler broke up with her in front of the whole school. She had never felt more humiliated in her life. She didn’t want to get out of her room. She was under the covers, secretly trying to suffocate herself. She mostly wanted to sleep all day and avoid everything and everyone.

Albus, could sense that Bianca wasn’t feeling well, and as the loyal dog he was, he was sleeping next to her bed. She was wondering how long it would take him before getting too depressed and leaving her too.

Will knocked on her door. “Do you want to come with us? We are going out with Rachel.” Both he and Nico were worried about her. She had never had any boyfriend troubles before, and they didn’t exactly what to say to her.

“I’m fine. I want to stay here.” She said behind the closed door.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked her. Bianca had started a habit of locking herself in the room and not letting anyone get inside.

“No, just leave me alone, I’m fine.”

“I’m here if you want to talk to someone. You don’t have to be embarrassed-“

“I said I’m fine. I just need some time alone. It’s nothing.”

“Okay.” Will had hoped that they could her out of the house, but no result of course.

Reyna was in New Athens that weekend for some Senate meetings and of course, she heard about the whole Bianca situation. Nico had called her to ask her if she could come and talk to her.

“Have you tried opening the door?” She asked him.

“No, she is locked in since she came from school on Friday.”

“That’s why second keys exist.” She noted.

“But locking herself isn’t that a sign that she doesn’t want to talk or see anyone?”

“You were going through something similar when you were her age. Even though you locked yourself inside, didn’t you want someone to come and make you come out?” She questioned him.

“I-.”

“Look, do you want her to get out of her room?”

“Yes, but-“ Nico didn’t manage to talk.

“Give me the key and go pretend that you’re busy. I’ll be the bad guy.” Nico wasn’t too happy about Reyna’s idea, but he handed her the key.

Reyna unlocked the bedroom door. “Alright. Out of the bed.” She opened the curtains which caused Bianca to groan and turn to the other side. “Come on, you and I are going out.”

“I don’t want to go out. I want to stay in here on my own.” Bianca complained. “I don’t need a pep talk or bribing.” She hid further under the covers.

Reyna sat on the edge of her bed. “Boys are awful. Tyler especially is a lot worse than the others. You deserve to date someone much much better than him. You will move on and like someone more than this Tyler. I am giving you 5 seconds to get out of bed, or I’ll drag you out of it.” She warned her goddaughter. 5 seconds passed and Bianca didn’t get out of her bed. Reyna pulled her covers.

“Noooo, give me my blankets.”

“Get dressed. You’ll get them after we go shopping to get stuff that neither of us like and then eat wherever you want. And we’re going to have fun whether you like it or not. Got it?” Reyna stated. She hated watching Bianca feeling so bad.

She crossed her arms and looked at her godmother. “Fine. Give me a minute to change.” Reyna stepped outside, but soon realised her mistake and entered the room once again.

Bianca was still under her covers. Reyna decided to take it easy with her. “You might be every guy’s dream.” She admitted.

Bianca got confused. That was the last thing she had expected Reyna to say to her. “What?”

“I’m doing the talking. You’re going to listen to me.” She said. “You play volley, can talk about every sport, you like Star Wars, Marvel, Comics. You have watched every movie and read all the books in existence. If I tell you about a made-up band in someone’s basement, you’ll probably be able to name me three of their songs. You are smart and beautiful. I can go on and on talking about all the great stuff about you like the other 6 billion people who would love to date you. Forget Tyler. You’re in pain, I get it, you have every right to be. But you have to get out of bed and rise to the occasion. You’re stronger than this. Are you coming? I am not going to leave unless you come with me.” Reyna told her and Bianca was well aware that she was going to do so.

She pulled the covers away from her. “Fine, I’m coming but I don’t want to.”

“It doesn’t matter kiddo. We’re going shopping.”

The two of them left the house in Reyna’s car. “How did she manage to get her out?” Will asked Nico.

“It’s Reyna. She is the only one Bianca will listen to.” Nico noted. Ever since Bianca was a toddler she idolised her godmother and would do anything she told her to.

#bianca solace di angelo #nico di angelo #trials of apollo #reyna ramirez arellano #nico di angelo headcanon #nico di angelo fanfic #future au #heroes of olympus next gen #solangelo headcanon #toa headcanons #will solace headcanon #hoo headcanon #pjo headcanon #he deserves it #hoo #percy jackson headcannons #solangelo family #will solace fanfiction #solangelo textpost #solangelo oneshot #solangelo fanfic #will solace fanfic #solangelo #will solace

[disneydreamlights]

I’ve been thinking back throughout January 2021 and it’s lowkey absurd just how much of a comfort media SW has become for me.

Not because it is because in hindsight it’s stupidly obvious. We have one of the only fully fleshed out corruption arcs, the ultimate Heather(tm) type of character at least twice over to the point that the idea of one of them not resonating with me would’ve been a joke, a romance that embodies too many of my tropes, and a storyline that feels so in line with the messages that brought me into KH in the first place it was really only inevitable I’d be at least invested in this series.

But sometimes I really think about how much I went off about hating Star Wars since 2010 all over my different internet profiles and its just wild how I could go from hating SW on principle to being like “Hey um actually this wasn’t half bad like it’s not my favorite thing ever but I am getting some enjoyment” to “Well I guess this is where my brain latched onto we’re going to be in this for a month” to “ANAKIN” over the course of probably six or so months is so funny to me since I think I knew right from the start I actually liked this series (even the bad ones, for the most part) I just absolutely refused to admit it. Like is anything here high quality for modern standards? No probably not but I like them and that’s what matters.

#personal stuff #This feels very random but I've been thinking about the three panic attacks I've had in the last month #And how all three times after the initial attack subsided and I could think again it's been writing Anakin that's grounded me and brought me #back to the point where I didn't feel like I was going to spiral again into another one #It's funny because I'd normally haha how the mighty have fallen but I'm just glad it happened #Also while I'm in the tags I sometimes think about how I'd almost watched SW in high school #It was probably a little after the first thing that actually made me think about SW as something that could be interesting #(Some post a mututal reblogged back in like 2012 I don't remember it now) #And my dad and I were spending the afternoon at home while my sister and mom were doing something they needed to do #And my dad was going through Netflix to try to find something for us to watch since that was the point TV and modern pop culture started to #lose their appeal to me completely because I was getting more gratification from fanfiction and/or writing so my dad trying to find #something that I wanted to watch was just immensely difficult (as hard as it is now honestly but we spend less time alone at home now) #And he asked me if I was interested in Star Wars and despite having had my curiosity in the series briefly piqued because of that post I #said no I wasn't because he doesn't like SW at all and I didn't want to like the series because my family didn't and we moved on and put on #something else or we played Halo or something that I don't really remember now #And I just think about that interaction sometimes like...what would have happened differently had I gotten into the series then #Had I said ''Okay let's watch the first Star Wars it might be fun'' #Would I have celebrated Galaxy's Edge or would the parks fan in me still been pissed at its existence in Disneyland proper #Perhaps I'd be a lot more open with my family of what I like in SW and less conscious of my interest in the prequel era #Would I even be a prequel stan? Or would I be one of those ''OT only'' people with no regard for Padme or Anakin #Like maybe I would've just watched the movies and called it a night #It's like when I think about how I could've gotten into KH at age eight with CoM I don't regret the timing of when I got into it #But a part of me can't help but wonder ''What if?'' #Sometimes I go off in the tags as much as I go off in the main post and you know what? It's fine

[rcksmith]

Spring breeze — Spencer Reid

Sumarry: Spencer never thought about falling in love with someone, but he certainly didn't expect that he would fall in love with Gideon's daughter. — season 3 —

Part.2 Part.3 Part.4

A/N: I am marathoning Criminal Minds again and I can not express how much I loved the interaction of Gideon and Spencer!! So this idea came as an epiphany, and I love the conception of love at first sight. Maybe this becomes a serie...

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple:Spencer Reid/Gideon's daughter!reader.

Warnings: nothing, just very fluff.

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Something was different. Maybe it was the way the sun's rays cascaded down in an atypical way, maybe it was the breeze that carried a more lyrical intonation on its back, or maybe it was just the Earth that was adorned by an ethereal veil. Spencer didn't know how to point out what was really different, but he felt in his soul that something in the hemisphere had changed.

At first, when he took the subway to work, Spencer thought it was just an ephemeral sensation, just like those seconds when you feel the breath of the breeze more cold. But it didn't. The sensation accompanied him to work, to the plane, to the case, it stuck to him like a tattoo and Reid found himself looking around for answers that did not exist physically.

He considered all the theories that were possible to explain that destabilization in his subtly balanced world. But he found none.

“Are you feeling anything different today?” That's what he asked Morgan.

Derek shrugged, finishing packing up at the police station so they could go back to Quantico.

“No.” Then he looked Reid whit his obsidian eyes “Is something bothering you? Is the Genie feeling any peturbation in the Force? ”

Spencer chuckled through his nose at the Star Wars joke, but just shook his head in a 'No'. And the conversation died there. How could he explain something that even he didn't understand?

Trying to ignore the way his heart was beating fast, for no reason, in anticipation of something Spencer himself was unaware of, he wondered how long he was going to have that sensation. The feeling of euphoria, the taste of something, there was something exciting in the air, almost angelic.

But how long was that going to accompany him? One day? One week? Whole life? For the first time, Spencer didn't have the answer. And that was disconcerting.

When BAU's glass doors opened for agents to settle on their desks and Hotch and Gideon go to their respective offeces, a wave of icy breeze from the DC air reverberated through the enclosure. Spencer can see that Morgan shrugged in the wind, Emily looke for a coat in the black suitcase, but his own body didn't seem to be hit by the same breeze. For Reid, it had been a caustic, lyrical, almost spring, wave that carried the promise of something extraordinary on back. Almost divine.

In that split second, in a time as short as a blink, the feeling that his life would never be the same made him losing his breath. Spencer does not know what attracted his gaze to the BAU door, nor what made his whole body turn in that direction, like a magnet, like a wanderer in the desert who finds his Oasis. But he had been attracted, and as soon as a female hand pushed through the glass door and her figure came into view, Spencer understood the extraordinary thing that him heart was beating for in anticipation.

You.

It was as if the universe had been preparing him all day for that moment. As if the body itself tried to prepare it. Because if Spencer hadn't fell those feelings of euphoria all day, he would have drowned in his own reactions to seeing you.

In a burst, like a violin string popping, Reid understood what was different about the hemisphere, because why the air was ethereal, because why the night felt like poetry, and why the moon whispered swears of love. In that moment, Spencer understood the mysteries of the world, unraveled the riddles of life, drank from the wisdom of The Oracle of ancient Greece. In an instant, watching you enter, Spencer understood the reason for his life.

In an instant.

The world shuddered in slow motion, capturing all your movements, all your graceful gait, all your glory. An elegant black dress with thin straps modeled your body in an arcane, almost divine way, your legs were supported on black high heels, making your walk seem like a glide of honey.

You were not beautiful. You are gorgeous. You shone. Sparkled.

And, like an atrocious wave that broke over Reid and pulled him into the sea, that whole feeling that stuck with him all day came to accompany the female figure. Following in your footsteps like the tail of a long dress.

Spencer was sure that his life would never be the same.

They hadn't even sat at their tables when you showed up. Like the muse that came out of an action movie. And when you got close enough to attract the attention of Emily and Morgan, whose Derek opened his mouth when he noticed the female figure that was the personification of Female Fatal, Spencer felt himself letting out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. He knew that anyone with eyes and a little common sense would notice how overwhelmingly beautiful you were, so when Morgan turned his body fully towards you, Reid was not surprised.

“Hi." Your voice, to Reid, had a floral intonation “Do you guys know where I can find Jason?”

When his eyes met yours, Spencer felt his breath being stolen from him once again. Usually, girls like you didn't look twice at guys like him, Spencer knew that. Girls like you liked men like Morgan. Athletes, strong, Alpha Male. And because of that, it was an explosion in Reid's system when you took a few seconds longer in that eye contact and a delightful smile appeared on yours lips. As if you appreciate what you were seeing.

That was a shock. Was it true or was he misinterpreting the signs? Was him mind playing tricks on him, like the flickering shadows of furniture under the darkness and the flame of a candle? Spencer would not be able to say a word without stuttering at that moment even that him life depended on it. In fact, he was already starting to feel cheeks heating up. So he thanked any deities that might exist when Morgan and Emily responded to you and broke the eye contact between the two of you.

“Jason Gideon?” Morgan frowned slightly.

“He's in the office but...” But Emily couldn't finish the sentence before Gideon's voice came out over everyone's:

“Y/n?” It was in a tone that no one there had ever heard in Gideon. A sweet, loving intonation... paternal.

None of the three agents present there had time to express their thoughts in facial expressions before you said:

“Dad!”

Then the whole world took a turn and seemed to be terrified, making them feel as if they had been thrown out of the tenth-floor window. This time, Reid's eyes widened at the two friends, who also had puzzled expressions. Everyone knew that Gideon had a past, probably with divorces and children, a life he had left behind, but no one expected...that.

Perhaps Gideon's vision of a family was something that was only in the imagination, never something tangible. Until that moment. Until the most beautiful girl Reid had ever seen was the daughter of one of the men he respected most. Until him heart soared at alarming levels for him boss's daughter. Spencer had been in trouble before when it came to matters of the heart, but the trouble gained a position in the top 3.

“What are you doing here?” A rare smile appeared on Gideon's face, his brow slightly furrowed.

“We were going to dinner today, remember? In that new Japanese restaurant.” Your tone of voice was not resentful or hurt by the situation that was explicit there.

The life of a BAU agent take many things, some with a more atrocious force than others, and one of them was the availability of hours. commitments that count on presence.

“I totally forgot, I'm sorry.” Gideon's voice was always calm and controlled, he managed to speak from the most tender emotions to the most heinous crimes with a peaceful intonation. But to perceive traces of parental love was new. “The case was very complicated, my cell phone died and...”

“It's okay, Dad.” You smiled, making a casual gesture with your hand “I thought this happened, but I thinking it best to come here to see if everything was okay instead of waiting until tomorrow.”

Your smile, despite being the simple one, was the brightest for Spencer.

Gideon still had a fatherly look and a chaste and grateful smile when he turned to the other agents who were still puzzled.

“Y/n, these are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss and Dr. Spencer Reid.” Jason introduced them to you “Guys, this is my daughter, Y/n.”

“Is a pleasure.” You smiled genuinely at them.

“I had no idea that you had a daughter!” Emily gave a low, slightly bewildered laugh that also made you laugh.

“Everybody says that.” You looked at your father again, having fun.

“I'm just going to go over some reports with Hotcher before I leave.” Gideon kept a chaste smile. “Why don't you wait here and then let's go get something to eat?”

“Of course, no problem, Dad.” You agreed, adjusting the thin shoulder bag that was on your shoulder.

As Jason went up to Hotcher's office, you turned to the agents again, with a gentle smile on your face.

“My dad said great things about you.” Emily smiled at your statement.

"I'm still chocked ." She laughed, and Morgan added:

“ I really need to know...” he looked around, in a playful suspense “Is Gideon really that serious outside the FBI?”

You laughed “Oh no! Definitely not.”

So you reached for your phone in the litlle bag, hunting for a photo on it and showing it to the three agents. It was a recent photograph where you and Gideon had their faces painted in easy ink. You had a skeleton mouth made with white and black paint, and Jason had a pink glitter butterfly covering his left cheek. You two were laughing in the photo.

Morgan was the one who let out a loud, dripping laugh, with a few tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

“How is this possible?” Morgan was trying to catch the air.

“It was at the last Halloween, he and I bet that whoever lost in the snooker that day would have to paint a butterfly on their face.” You laughed.

“And did he lose?” Spencer found a voice for it, his mind failing to process the image of Gideon losing any game.

“I have my suspicions that he let me win” You joked “But I enjoyed the victory just the same.”

The conversation was light after that, Spencer refrained from much of the dialogue, a little fearful that you could hear him heart beating loudly whenever you smile in his direction. As the minutes passed, Derek and Emily had to go back to their duties and finish their reports, while you were sitting in one of the chairs at an empty table.

It was one of those moments when Reid tried to focus on the files in front of him to exorcise what was going on around him. Paperwork had always brought the lull needed to make Spencer meditate. It was almost like relaxation. But in moments like this, when something in the environment around him pulled his attention so much, he stayed on the same page for long minutes.

That must be why he didn't hear the wheels on your chair approach, and he didn't even notice that you were so close until you said:

“Are you really a doctor?” Your voice was low, soft, as if you didn't want to disturb the other agents who were working.

Spencer turned his head towards you, only to find the modern personification of what would be the Athena de Troia. You were close, not close enough to touch, but close enough that he could smell your perfume. You smelled like the night, the excitement of nights and the brightness of the stars. And if Spencer looked deeper into yours eyes, he would sure they contained shine moonlight.

He swallowed, the mania for blinking compulsively returning a little.

“A-ahm yes. Not really a doctor, but m-my 3 Phd’s make me a doctor.”

He might be mistaken, but the smile that spread across your face was not just friendly, it wasn't curious, it was… delighted. As if the roles were reversed and he was the most fascinating thing in that room, not you.

The glow that was adorned in yours eyes had something lyrical, ethereal, wonderful. As if the brightness of all the galaxies were inhabiting your irises, moving in your orbit. At that moment, Spencer was deeply grateful to have eidetic memory, because 10 years from now he could still remember how you looked like a muse over there. DC night came in through the big glass windows, and if Reid had to describe that moment with the five senses, he would say that the world had turned the light down to a rose tone, the smell was heaven and your smile promised to contain wonders of the world.

Holy Mother of God, you are so, so beautiful!

“My dad said there was a genius on the team.” You said, your attention on him is always tender, adoreble. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

Your perfume invaded him sense of smell once again, and he felt his heart beat faster once more. Spencer would have told you all the secrets in the world if you asked. He would have told all own secrets.

“No way.” He sat back in his chair to look at you better, oblivious to the exchange of looks that Emily and Morgan gave.

You rested your arms on Spencer's table, the chair next to his.

“You never thought of being like... the wizard Doctor Strange?” You hoped that Spencer knew Marvel “Before he was a magician, of course. But why didn't you want to be a surgeon or something?” You laughed “There is a phrase him says: I have a photographic memory and this is what made me ..."

“ ‘Get my diploma and doctorate at the same time’ " Spencer completed you, laughing softly “I know the HQs. Did you know that the Doctor Strange character was created during the Silver Age of American comics to bring a different type of character and mystical themes to Marvel Comics? It him has an intellectual coefficient close to 177 points and I have… ”

The more he rambled, the more a stunning smile spread across your face. As if you were enchanted with him. And you were. Everyone was noticing the way Spencer seemed to have you curled up on his finger, your eyes sparkling and a silly smile twinkling on your face, paying attention to every word he said. It was an overwhelmingly lovely sight to behold.

But just as everything had a time, an hourglass, your time had reached the last grain of sand.

“All right, Y/n.” Gideon went down the stairs, cutting the end of Reid's sentence “Ready?”

You stood up, agreeing with your father and smoothing the dress. When you put your hands on the chair, ready to take it back to place, you turned to Spencer once again:

“I'm going to bring my dad to BAU tomorrow, do you think me and you can meting and you give me the answer to the question tomorrow?” Your smile was able to light up the whole of Washington.

“S-sure!” Spencer's voice went up more high notes than he would like to admit.

And, even when you left, even when Morgan and Emily jokes him about it, and even when he finally lay down on his own bed, you were still the only thing that occupied Spencer's mind.

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[aenaxes-moved]

reverie

[crosshair x f!reader] kashyyyk is beautiful at night. crosshair takes advantage of the moment of peace to sneak away. you follow.

warnings: none, just some snoggin’ with cross (you can technically read this as gn!reader if you disregard the petname)

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: NO SPOILERS! this is me coping with the current crosshair situation :’-) i wanted to explore his softer side because dammit he’s got feelings (he might be a little out of character but my house my rules heheh)

“Nice hideout you have going on.”

“Had,” Crosshair corrects without looking up, too focused on carefully wrapping a rag around the scope of his firepuncher laid carefully across his lap.

Had you heard him speak one short year ago, when you were fresh out of GARMC orientation and shunted straight onto the Marauder, you would have certainly taken the sniper’s curtness for frigidity. And you had, for your first few months with Clone Force 99, taken his flat intonation and pointed tone with a timid squeak every time he’d come in for a bacta patch or hypodermic needle.

But things were different, now.

There is no deflated resignation that he’s been discovered, hidden a good few paces away from where Tech sits entranced by the wizened green Jedi master. Nor is there icy snarl curling at the edges of his lips, that you might deign to interrupt his alone time with Darling (nobody got between Crosshair with a microfiber cloth and Darling, not even Wrecker). Instead, he acknowledges you in his cool nonchalance, beckoning in the most backhanded of ways. You grin, seizing your welcome and ducking under a thick loop of vine into the small clearing where he sits perched on a boulder.

“Was Master Yoda talking too much?” you laugh, dropping down onto the balls of your feet as you peer up at Crosshair (who still won’t tear his laser focus from polishing over the dark metal of his rifle). You wrap your arms around your knees and grin when he groans.

“General Yoda is fine; it’s Tech that keeps prattling on with him,” Crosshair mutters, scrubbing a touch more aggressively at the base of the scope.

“Oh, Cross, let him have his fun,” you chide playfully, finally earning you a disdainful glance and a raised brow. “It’s not every day that you get to interrogate one of the oldest sentient beings in the galaxy.”

“Did you just call the general old?” Crosshair snorts, flipping his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other.

“Crosshair, how dare you accuse me like that!”

“You said it,” he shrugs, and you catch a glimpse of a fleeting smile before he turns his head back down, away, towards his rifle.

You huff, and for a moment after, there’s silence. Mostly because you know that even your best retort would be effortlessly shot down, but in part to just indulge, to look quietly at the ornery sniper you’ve come to call a dear friend, to take in him and all of his tall, confident quietude. You both know that he knows what you’re doing, drinking him in, but he says nothing every time.

It’s in these brief reveries that you catch him in his softest, purest, state, methodically cleaning the firepuncher, disassembling, reassembling, replaying the soothing knowledge and practice that every piece had its rightful place. Things would align. Even with his chin turned down, his features nearly obscured by the shadows of the jungle canopy, there’s just enough light yet to make out the slight upward turn of his lips, a wry smile around his toothpick as he unclips his scope.

“So why are you here?”

The daydream is broken, and you flicker your eyes up to his with an embarrassed cough when you notice he’s been staring back. And if his smug half-smile has anything to say, it’s a triumphant and coy I caught you.

“Well,” you laugh, quietly pushing down the rising heat high in your neck. “I wanted to try to see the night sky on Kashyyyk before we leave, but I’m too scared to go alone.” You plaster on the sickliest of smiles you can, batting your lashes up at Crosshair in the way that would have Wrecker at your beck and call in seconds, but one that you know has no effect on his brother.

“Bullshit.” Crosshair rolls his eyes, but he’s already snapping the scope back onto Darling and sliding down from his perch. “Only things in the galaxy you’re scared of are porgs,” he says as he fastens his rifle into his pack and slings one strap over his shoulder, offering his free hand down to you.

“They—they have weirdly sentient eyes, okay!” you snap a bit hotly. You blame the warmth blooming across your cheeks on the fact that only Crosshair knows about your fear of the terrifying little fellows, not that he’s squeezing your hand and hefting you onto your feet.

“Why not ask Wrecker to take you?” Crosshair asks, letting go of your hand—to your relief and dismay all at once—and brush off whatever undergrowth sits dusted over your shoulders. “He’s sappy.”

“He’s busy making friends with the Wookiees.” And butchering Shyriiwook while he did it.

“And Hunter?”

“He’s also making friends with the Wookiees.” It’s not entirely untrue, if learning how to whittle blades out of branches counted as friendly bonding.

“Echo?”

“Also... making friends... with the Wookiees.”

You both know Echo has probably long since fallen asleep after a dose of painkillers for his fall during a particularly messy bit of the firefight. You could have actually told Crosshair the truth, but a part of you won’t take your chances—depending on Crosshair’s mood, he’d send you back to wake up his newest brother and return to shining up the stock of his rifle. But instead of calling your bluff, Crosshair simply shakes his head and sighs, extending his hand to you.

Mind suddenly and miserably blank, you stare mutely at his outstretched palm, an offering, then up at him.

“Come on, you said you were scared,” Crosshair teases, a lazy, sloping smirk curved over his features. He beckons you with a single flick of his fingers. Smug bastard, you think.

“My hero,” you snark back, but you’re quick to close the distance. Even if it takes bearing a bit of his snide sideswipes, you’re surprised at how easy it is to set aside your headstrong pride and simper for the sniper’s attention (though he’s giving it much more freely than you had anticipated). Palm to palm, the cool fabric of his blacks between you, you secure your grip around him as snug as you can.

Crosshair leads you quietly through the underbrush, going so far as to lift drooping vines and push aside especially tall ferns for you, all the while keeping as secure a grip on your hand as your grip on his.

It’s comforting, even while tamping through the darkness. You trust all of his brothers with your life, but maybe, just maybe, you trust Crosshair just that much more as he leads you deeper into the jungle.

After an short trek, you arrive at another clearing, the ground barren and drier than the damp, brush heavy terrain you had come to know during the Kashyyyk campaign. It’s no bigger than the armory floor spread on the Marauder, but as Crosshair pulls you into the clearing, you realize it’s not the earth beneath your feet that commands your wonder.

Crosshair nods his chin up, and your eyes are quick to follow. It’s the pearlescent glow of the three moons high above the treetops, shining clear and soft down through the canopy skylight.

Two moons float above in the bluish gray darkness of the galaxy, the third moon peeking from behind a few trees, in between them, a delicate freckling of stars, twinkling planets, comets ambling quietly through space. You’re barely aware of the grin spreading across your face as you soak in the night sky. It’s everything you had hoped it would be.

And with Crosshair at your side, it’s just that much more.

“Found it while I was scouting,” Crosshair’s voice comes, soft through the ambient silence of the jungle. Even in your rapture, you can feel his eyes on you, lingering on the green earth and watching your wonder far up in the sky.

“It’s amazing,” you breathe, and you squeeze his hand. You tear your eyes away from the starscape above to meet Crosshair with a smile. “Thank you, Cross.”

The sniper is quiet as you meet his gaze, trained on you with an indiscernible expression, a depth in his dark eyes you have only seen once before when you caught a glimpse of him at the helm, looking quietly into the expanse of space laid out before him.

It’s peace, you decide. A stillness, a calm, the quietest respite in the midst of this war. You gently rub over his knuckles.

“Close your eyes, y/n,” Crosshair finally murmurs, barely above a whisper, his gaze unwavering. And your eyes are already fluttered shut when you hear something hit the underbrush and a crunch of dirt under his boot as he steps forward and loops an arm around your waist. You squeeze your eyes shut a bit tighter as you press up against the battle-worn plastoid of his chestplate and feel his fingers splay over your hip.

Warm, rough fingertips gently pinch your chin and tilt your head up just so. A soft breeze wafts over your cheeks, carrying with it the woody musk and cloying pollen of the forest around you, and it is in that moment that you realize that he had dropped his glove onto the forest floor, had left it there and chosen to hold you in his bare hand, smoothing his thumb over your skin.

“There’s a good girl.”

The only warning you get is a ghost of a breath gently exhaled onto your skin before there is warmth, pulled close and steady and sweet as Crosshair gently tugs on your bottom lip.

He’s soft, you think mindlessly through the blissful haze between your ears. You faintly register the taste of the lavender balm you had bought him planetside on Crucival as he trails his hand up from your hip, over the dip in your back, and up to cup the base of your neck, pulling you closer.

All that teething’ll dry you out you had told him, and he’d scoffed something along the lines of soldiers—especially clones—not needing or wanting luxury goods. And yet you taste the telltale floral notes on his skin. You foggily wonder if he keeps the little tin on his ammunition belt as he kneads firm, steady fingers into your neck. You’ll gloat about it later.

There’s lavender, and then you taste him, just a trace, when he drags his tongue over the plush skin of your lips. At some point, you’ve brought your hands up to curl at the base of his head, threading through neatly cropped silver strands, and you part your lips. Finally, finally you can taste him on your own tongue.

He’s battle weary, laced with the slightest tang of synthetic wood treatment bleached into his toothpicks, anxiety bitten and jaw clenched. But here, now, only the faint residues of that tension remain in his impossibly gentle, unhurried motions. Running his thumb from your chin to the corner of your jaw, he tugs, tilting your head and gently tugging your tongue into his mouth.

Warmth blooms through your chest, steady and soft, a pulsar light glowing through the darkness, and you pull him closer.

He pulls away first, if only by virtue of your fervent wish that this moment might never end, nipping lightly your bottom lip in parting. And when the heat radiating off his skin is no longer close enough to warm you in the cool forest night, you slowly open your eyes, hoping that you won't wake to the durasteel ceiling of your bunk glaring down on you.

It's not a dream, Maker bless.

Crosshair stands before you, barely half an arm's length away and already flicking another toothpick between his lips as he smiles, open and soft in the moonlight. Without his persistent scowl, his piercing gaze, he looks so, so achingly young. And, if only for a moment, free of the burdens of war. Just a simple man bathing in the starlight in the jungles of Kashyyyk.

He's beautiful.

"Hi, Cross," you whisper, voice doing little to hide your lingering daze, and you watch, eyes wide with starry wonder, as Crosshair shakes with quiet laughter, eyes closed and shoulders sloped low.

"Hi, y/n," he chuckles. He fixes you with another unreadable look, this one different from the first. It's softer and mellow, vibrant in thrumming waves of bliss, content.

But before you can decide, he reaches down to pick his glove off of the jungle floor, tapping off the dirt on his hip and then, without hesitation, stuffing it into his ammunition belt. There's a brief flash of purplish metal in the pocket he chooses. The balm. You were right.

He catches your astonishment with a soft huff and clips the pocket shut.

"All that teething does dry me out," he teases, but there is only quiet acknowledgement, gracious and still as he extends his ungloved hand to you in the waning moonlight.

You stare at him, dumbstruck.

"The general probably knows we're gone. Come on," Crosshair's smile shifts, assuming a much more familiar smirk to accompany the sharp, snarky lilt that washes over him. He flicks his fingers at you, rolling his toothpick between his teeth. "Be a good girl for me."

There's the Crosshair you know.

"You're insufferable," you mutter, the heat blazing on the tips of your ears as you duck your head. But you reach for him anyways, reveling in the slow slide of your skin over his palm, your fingers finding home intertwined with his.

"Such a good girl," he chuckles, lifting your knuckles to his lips for the barest of chaste, fleeting touches.

"I will make your next hypoderm hurt like hell," you grumble.

"Oh, I look forward to it."

#vietnamese coffee is so good but so strong and for what #did i want to pull this all nighter? perhaps #should i have pulled this all nighter? no #crosshair x reader #bad batch x reader #yaej.writes

[kaiaiswriting]

Broken Arm

MCU Cast x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hi! Can you please do one where Tom Holland takes his girlfriend, who is a college student, to meet the avengers cast and when they met her they start telling her how Tom always talks about how good she is at football so then they play a game of football but when Sebastian tackles her he accidentally breaks her arm and Tom gets pissed. Sorry if this sounds confusing

Warnings: broken arm

A/N: another request! Sorry this turned out to be longer than I thought, but I hope you still enjoy it! I have a few requests in my inbox and I hope to get to them in the next couple of days :)) 

“Babe, are you done yet? The car’s already outside,” you heard your boyfriend Tom call for you from downstairs.

Tom and his fellow Avengers cast members just wrapped up filming Infinity War and happened to be in your area. You’ve heard tons of stories about the cast and what it was like on set, all of which sounded really fun, but you had never met them before. Tom, however, took this opportunity to offer you to meet the cast on set–needless to say, you were excited, albeit quite nervous. At the end, you agreed and were happy to hear that the cast were happy to meet you as well. 

You finished up your last assignment and closed your laptop, happy to be looking away from the screen after what seemed like hours doing so. You grabbed your purse and headed down to meet Tom by the doorway. Tom gently slivered his arm into yours as you both headed to the car where a driver awaited in the front seat. 

“We can head back to the set now,” Tom said as the driver nodded and began driving. 

After a few minutes of silence, Tom spotted your fidgeting hands. He placed his hands on yours and gave a gentle look. 

“Y/n, you have nothing to worry about,” he said.

“I’m just nervous, I mean it’s my first time meeting them, and it’s the Avengers cast we’re talking about–RDJ, Scarlett Johansson, Sebastian Stan,” you went on. 

“You’ll be fine, besides, they all love you! I’ve told them about you and they’re beyond excited to see you,” Tom reassured you as he brushed his thumb against your fingers.

You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

“There also happens to be a field on set, so you could go and play football with the cast,” Tom said, knowing your love for football.

“Really?” you said, your eyes shining, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“I’m serious, it’s one of the reasons I wanted all of us to meet on set.”

“This is why I love you,” you teasingly said, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

A few minutes passed and you finally arrived on set. Tom helped you out of the car and directed you towards what seemed to be a lounge area. From a distance you could hear people talking, chuckles, and laughter: it was the cast.

You and Tom turned one more corner and entered the room; sitting inside were Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Anthony Mackie, and Sebastian Stan. It was surreal seeing them all in real life; you were paralyzed for a moment, but seeing the cast members all greet you with a smile somewhat comforted you. 

“Hey Y/n! It’s so great to finally meet you!” the one and only Robert Downey Jr. said as he waved.

You responded with smiles, waves, and “hellos”, ecstatic at how affable the cast were. Tom gave you a smile as you both sat on a nearby couch.

“Y/n, Tom has told us so much about you,” Scarlett said with a warm smile.

“Well, I hope they’re good things,” you replied, earning laughter from the others.

“Oh you bet, Tom can never shut up about you–especially how good you are at football,” Anthony chimed in.

You blushed ever so slightly, not knowing how to respond.

“So, do you play football, are you part of a team?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m still in college right now and I play for our football team,” you answer. 

Just then, Robert clapped his hands suddenly as if he had thought of an idea. 

“Y’know what, why don’t we all play a small game out in the field? It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Tom turned to you and you nodded vigorously.

“Alright, can’t wait to beat your ass Tom,” Anthony said jokingly, followed by laughter. 

You, Tom, and the cast separated into two teams: you, Tom, and Robert were in one team and Scarlett, Anthony, and Sebastian in the other. The props guy happened to have a spare, unused football that you guys ended up using for the game. Before beginning, a coin was tossed to determine which team would start with the ball, and to your disappointment, the other team was to start the game. 

As you gathered on the field, a few crew members chose to stand by and watch the game. Both teams moved to either side of the field and began taking their positions. 

“Alright, let’s start in 3, 2, 1!” Robert exclaimed.

You watched earnestly as Anthony kicked the football hard across the field, landing a few meters in front of you. You were quick to react and run for the football. The field was soon filled with cheers and screams, but you remained focused on your goal. Once you had the ball in your hands, all you had to do was bring it to the other side of the field. 

You ran with all your might and skillfully dodged Scarlett and Anthony. As you continued running, you heard Tom and Robert cheer for you. You let out a chuckle and didn’t realize Sebastian running towards you at the corner of your eye. Once you realized, it was too late to dodge–though, you still tried to swerve past Sebastian. 

Your attempts at dodging failed as Sebastian’s hand grabbed a hold of your left arm, pushing you backwards. Your right arm instinctively flew backwards to cushion your fall, but with how far back you already were, your arm was bent as you landed hard on the ground with Sebastian on top of you.

Crack.

Shit. That can’t be good. You felt your arm crack loudly as it was stuck under your and Sebastian’s body. The pain was overwhelming, enough to distract you from the shouts let out by Tom and the crew members. 

“Y/n!” Tom repeatedly shouted as he and the others ran towards you and Sebastian.

Sebastian quickly removed himself from you and Tom pushed past Sebastian to get to you. Tom tended to your arm as Scarlett, Robert, Sebastian, and Anthony knelt beside you. 

“Y/n, are you okay? Where does it hurt?” Tom asks.

You let out a groan as he helps handle your arm that was stuck behind you. You whimper and let out a painful “ow”, which was enough to let the others know that your hand was broken. 

“That can’t be good, we have to bring her to the hospital,” Robert says as he orders the watching crew members to prepare a car for you. 

“Y/n, breathe with me okay? Inhale and exhale,” Scarlett gently says as she attempts to comfort you. 

“Y/n I’m so sorry,” Sebastian says, bringing Tom’s attention towards him.

Tom gently pushed Sebastian’s shoulder to everyone’s surprise. 

“Seb, what the fuck were you thinking, tackling her that hard? Now her arm’s probably broken,” Tom said as he faced Sebastian. Anthony, who was watching, approached Tom and attempted to calm him down. 

“Tom, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean for this to happen. I meant to push her a softly,” Sebastian says worriedly.

“But-” 

“Tom, it’s fine,” you interject.

Tom and Sebastian look at you with guilt-stricken expressions, but you smile at them.

“It was just an accident, I’ll be okay,” you continue.

Soon after, the crew member announces that the car is ready to take you to the hospital. Seeing as though the cast had nothing planned for the day, they decided to accompany you to the hospital. 

In the car, Tom kept his hand on yours, trying his best to comfort you. Once you arrived, you were checked up and found out that you had indeed broken your arm. Thankfully, it was not severe, so they had patched you up with a cast and sent you off to rest. Whilst you awaited with Tom and the cast to pay and retrieve your medicine in the waiting room, you made small talk with Scarlett and the others. Tom used this time to apologize to Sebastian for going off at him earlier, and they both made up.

“Y/n, let me pay for the medicine and all, it’s the least I can do,” Sebastian offers as you’re about to pay.

“Sebastian, it’s fine, really, it was all just an accident,” you assure him.

You guys go back and forth for what seems like hours until finally, you convince him that everything’s fine. 

As you all step out into the cool night breeze, you and Tom choose to take a taxi back to your house. Robert, Anthony, Scarlett, and Sebastian take turns hugging you and telling you how much fun it was meeting you.

“Can’t wait to see you next time kid, hopefully you don’t break any more bones though,” Robert says, earning an eruption of laughter.

“Y/n, I’m really sorry for today. Maybe next time we should all just go out to watch a movie or somethin’ instead of playing football,” he suggests, and you agree.

The cast members return to their car as you and Tom get on a taxi. In the darkness of the backseat, you lay your head against Tom’s as he lays gentle kisses on your forehead and strokes your hands. 

“I’m so sorry for how today turned out,” he says.

“Tom, I’m fine, seriously.”

“I just wanted everything to go smoothly today. Instead, here you are with a broken arm.”

“Honestly, today was pretty fun,” you say and Tom looks at you weirdly.

“It was a good distraction from work, and besides, I got to meet your co-stars, how cool is that!” 

You and Tom share a laugh as you spend the rest of the ride cuddling against each other on the backseat. 

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[mermaidenisaacs]

isaac teaches his best friend how to kiss

after you confess to isaac that you've never really kissed anyone before, he offers to help you gain experience. his hands-on approach works a little too well, and things quickly spiral out of control. 

friends to lovers; isaac knows a thing or two about a thing or two

warnings: cheating, graphic sexual language, unprotected sex, attempted r*pe

author’s note: the section that contains the attempted r*pe scene will be marked with !!!!!! at the start and finish. please skip over it if that’s a trigger for you.

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playlist:

electric love - BØRNS sleeping with a friend - neon trees i would do anything for you - foster the people

I’d never thought of myself as someone who could cheat on their boyfriend. But then again, I used to think lots of things were impossible before I met Isaac Lahey, like werewolves and monsters and love. 

Maybe if I’d been less naive, I wouldn’t have ended up at Lydia’s party with Isaac’s fingers sliding into my underwear, right after he’d beaten my boyfriend to a bloody pulp, but things don’t always work out the way you expect. 

It would’ve been easy to blame Isaac for everything--he was the one who suggested the plan in the first place, but it’s not like I put up much of a fight. Even though things ended in tears and broken hearts, I didn’t regret anything. It felt good to be bad, and I stopped feeling guilty a long time ago. 

The whole thing started when a boy named Jonathan asked me out, and I had to figure out a way to leave for my date without rousing any suspicion from the pack. We’d just finished a pack meeting and everyone wanted to watch a movie at Derek’s loft. The plan was to sneak out early before the movie started, a plan that was foiled when Isaac caught me in the kitchen as I was leaving. 

“Where are you going?” Isaac asked. He was leaning against the kitchen counter and chucking popcorn pieces into his mouth, staring at me. I debated whether I should answer his question. I wanted to keep my date a secret from everyone, especially Isaac. “Well?” 

“I uh, have plans,” I finally said. Isaac frowned. 

“You made plans? But Stiles is gonna make us watch Star Wars again,” he whined. “You were just gonna leave me here by myself to sit through that boring ass movie?” 

I snorted. “Sorry, but I do have other social commitments to honor.” 

“Fine, fine, whatever. You still haven’t told me where you’re going.” He eyed me suspiciously. 

I ducked my head and pretended to pick lint off my sleeve. “I’m just going out.” 

“Out where?” 

“Just out.”

“Why won’t you tell me where you’re going?” 

“Because it’s none of your business.” 

“None of my business,” he repeated flatly. Isaac smirked. “Wait, is it something secret? Something scandalous?” he whispered conspiratorially. 

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the grin that cracked my indifferent expression. “It’s nothing. I just don’t want to tell you. I don’t have to tell you everything.” 

“Why not? I’m your best friend. You’re supposed to tell me everything. Come on, tell me, you know you want to.”

I tapped my foot impatiently, then sighed. There was no point in resisting Isaac. I couldn’t say no to him. He would probably find out eventually anyway. “Alright, if you must know… I’m going out on a date.” 

Isaac blinked. “Oh. That’s it? That’s what you were so reluctant to tell me?” 

“Kinda,” I replied lamely. 

“It’s good that you’re going out and gettin’ some,” Isaac teased, pointing finger guns at me. “Why were you afraid to tell me that?” 

I told him, quiet and rushed, “BecauseI’veneverbeenonadatebefore?” 

A few beats of silence passed. “Did... you just say what I think you just said?” 

I groaned. The cat was finally out of the bag and I wanted to shove it back inside, but I couldn’t. It would’ve been easier to tell him I was basically a huge loser if his werewolf transformation hadn’t turned him into the total opposite of that. Before, he’d been so shy and reserved. We could’ve been considered equals. Now, he visibly embodied the confidence of someone who was hot and he knew it. He was an overnight sensation, and I was still a dateless virgin. 

“Yes,” I affirmed sadly, ”you heard me right. And it’s really lame and stupid and embarrassing, so please don’t make me feel worse about this than I already do, okay?” 

He put his hand on my shoulder, which he probably meant to be a comforting gesture, but only made me feel more pathetic. “It’s not lame and stupid. I would never judge you for that. It’s really not a big deal.” 

“...it’s not?” 

“Of course not,” he said. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And I’m sorry, I guess I could’ve reacted better, but I’m just really surprised. How have you, of all people, never been on a date? I see the way guys look at you. What, did you just turn them all down?” he asked incredulously. 

“Well…” 

“No way.” 

“Yep.” 

“Why?” he asked, baffled. 

“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I just didn’t really like them. I think I might be picky or something,” I joked.

Isaac snorted. “Yeah, no shit. So then, why are you going out tonight? And who are you even going out with?” 

“Just this guy. His name is Jonathan. You might know him, actually. He’s in our Chemistry class.” 

“Jonathan… Jonathan… oh, wait. Is this the guy that waits for you by your locker all the time? The guy with the man bun?” Isaac’s eyes twinkled in mirth and his mouth twitched. I could tell he was holding back his laughter. 

“Yes, it’s him,” I hesitantly replied. Isaac snorted and broke into laughter. I swatted his arm disapprovingly. “Hey, stop that. He’s cute and nice. And I happen to like his hair,” I said with an air of confidence, trying to convince him as much as myself that I really did like Jonathan. 

I wanted to like him. Jonathan was sweet and funny and held doors open for me and called me pretty. He waited for me most days by my locker and offered to carry my books for me. There was no rational reason not to give him a chance, and I was tired of being the only one in the pack with no romantic experience. The time for being picky was over.

“Sorry, sorry.” Isaac put his hands up defensively. “Well, I’m sure he’s a nice guy if you think he’s good enough to be your... your first date,” Isaac said. He squinted his eyes at me thoughtfully and pressed his mouth into a hard line. I couldn’t fully read his expression but he looked a little sad.

“Yeah, it should be fine, totally,” I said, trying to sound self-assured, an attitude that quickly tapered off. “I mean… I hope it’ll be fine? Actually, I’m really nervous. Jonathan’s been asking me out for months and he seems to like me for some reason? What if I end up disappointing him? Oh god, what if it’s a horrible first date? Isaaaac, I’m gonna screw this up,” I whined.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Isaac said. “Everything’s gonna be fine. He’s a teenage boy that gets to go out with a hot girl. He should be fucking thrilled. I know I would be.” 

My cheeks turned red at his words. I looked away and scoffed. “Yeah, right.” 

“I’m serious,” he said somberly. He gently grabbed both sides of my face and he forced me to look at him. “You’re hot. And I’m not just saying this because you’re my friend and I’m trying to make you feel better. You’re also smart and funny and amazing. Everything’s gonna be fine. I mean, I personally think the guy’s ridiculous. He’s a ginger for fuck’s sake-” I smacked his arm and giggled. “Kidding, kidding! Look, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.” 

I exhaled in relief. It was moments like this that made me remember why Isaac was my best friend in the pack. Even though he made fun of me sometimes, he never judged me or made me feel like less. He hooked up with girls left and right, but he was there for me when I needed him. 

“Thanks,” I murmured shyly. 

He grinned. “Just stating facts.” 

“Yeah whatever, quit being so corny.” I ruffled his hair and let him pull me into a hug. I rested my cheek against his chest and breathed in his cinnamon cologne.

I reluctantly pulled back. “I have to go.” The words came out sadder than I intended them to, which did not go unnoticed by Isaac. His forehead scrunched with concern. 

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. His thumb rubbed my shoulder. 

I shrugged. “I dunno. It’s just weird that this is my first date, and you’re coaching me through it like I’m a clueless baby.” 

Isaac laughed loudly. “I’m always here to help. And hey, better late than never.” 

“Yeah...” I looked down at my wrist to check the time. “Shit! I was supposed to leave five minutes ago. Okay, I gotta go. Thanks for your help. You’re the best!” I smiled and quickly hugged him one last time before I skirted away. 

“Don’t stay out too late! And use protection!” Isaac yelled. Without turning back, I gave him the finger. 

~*~*~

It had been two months since Jonathan and I started dating, and things were… awkward. 

That first night, I willed myself to let him kiss me in his car. I kept telling myself that everything was fine, that I was desirable and sexy and in control of the situation, but it felt too rushed and misaligned and it was so dark, I missed his mouth. I had my first kiss with Jonathan’s chin stubble. 

From then on, things got better. We went on more dates and Jonathan lead our kisses. He had far better aim than I did, so no more chin incidents. I was starting to feel like I finally had the whole dating thing down.

Or so I thought. 

One night after he took me out to a movie, I invited him up to my room for the first time, and things were getting a little heated. 

We were in my bed. His hand was sliding up my ribcage and his fingers were skimming the edge of my bra and his tongue was swirling around the shell of my ear, and that’s when I suddenly lurched backwards and without thinking, accidentally pushed him completely off my bed. He landed with a dull thud. I sat up in horror as I realized what I’d done.

“Um, ow?” he called out. His face peeked up from the edge of my mattress. He rubbed the back of his head and gingerly sat near my feet. “What’s wrong? Did I do something…?” 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I immediately rushed out a million apologies and reluctantly gave him the same explanation that I’d given Isaac, that I didn’t have much experience and I was clueless and awkward. “I think… I need to take things slow. Is that okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, of course, that’s totally fine. I have no problem waiting.” 

“Really?” I said. I was surprised, not expecting a teenage boy to be so understanding of the notion of putting off sex. “You’d be fine with waiting? After I just pushed you off my bed? Are you sure you haven’t suffered cranial damage?”

Jonathan laughed. “No, no, it’s fine, baby. We can take as much time as you need.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It looked a bit forced.

His assurances did little to ease my guilt. “I’m so sorry for pushing you off my bed. One day, I’ll be ready. I just… can’t right now.”

He gave me a hug and told me not to worry, that he’d never pressure me into anything. I didn’t find total comfort in the aftermath because something kept tugging at me, this nagging suspicion that the real reason I couldn’t move forward with him wasn’t because I wasn’t ready, but because I didn’t want him at all.

~*~*~

Later that night after Jonathan left, I went to see Isaac at Derek’s loft. I told him what happened, and he folded over laughing. 

“I can’t believe,” he wheezed between breaths of laughter. “You pushed him off your bed? Like, all the way off? The poor guy was just trying to get some action. You know he’s not a werewolf, right? He can’t take the physical injuries you inflict on him like we can." Isaac wiped away a tear from his eyes. “You cockblocked your own boyfriend,” he declared simply, then dissolved into giggles.

“Oh great, laugh it up, glad you’re enjoying this,” I said sarcastically. I chucked a pillow at his head, hitting him square in the face. When he finally calmed down, he apologized, crawled over the stretch of Derek’s couch, and placed the pillow in my lap, resting his head on it as he laid down.

“So.” He stared up at me with curious eyes. “What are you going to do about this?” 

I shrugged and absentmindedly ran my fingers through his soft curls, scratching his scalp lightly. “I dunno. I told him I wanted to, you know, move forward. But it’s like every time we start to do something, an alarm goes off in my brain and I have to stop. Has that ever happened to you?” 

“Has my brain ever stopped me from making out with someone? No. Has my brain ever worked when I was making out with someone? Also no.” 

"Isaac,” I groaned, “what do I do?”

“Just do what I said. Flip the switch in your brain and turn off all the thoughts in that pretty little head of yours. Just do what feels right,” he explained casually, like anything he just said had made sense. He tapped my forehead with two fingers, and I slapped his hand away. 

“What are you talking about?” I exclaimed incredulously. “I can’t just, just turn off all my thoughts! Overthinking is my full time job. And I’m new to all of this, dating and stuff. It’s not like I know what I’m doing. I’m afraid to screw up again. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, with the whole kissing him on the chin incident, and now this.” 

“Oh yeah, I forgot about the chin incident. The chincident. Chingate-” 

“Isaaaac,” I whined. 

Isaac chuckled and booped my nose. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But hey, I think I might know what’ll solve all your problems.” 

“Oh, perfect.” I said sarcastically. “Let’s hear this magical solution.” 

Isaac grin resembled a cheshire cat. “You’re afraid to go all the way with this guy because you’re scared you’ll screw up, right?”

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p’ at the end. 

“So what if you had more experience? With someone who wouldn’t judge you if you messed up.” 

I stared blankly at him. “Are you suggesting I rent a makeout partner?” I quipped. “Just go on Tinder and put it in my bio? Or should I do Craigslist?”

Isaac chuckled. “All great ideas. I was just thinking you could ask your super thoughtful and generous best friend to do it.” 

I blinked, and then blinked again, because what? “I hope you don’t mean yourself,” I said jokingly, to which he arched his brow. “Wait, wait, wait. Ask you to do what, exactly?” 

“To practice.”

“...practice what? Kissing?” I laughed nervously. 

“Yeah, if you want.” He shrugged. “We can practice kissing, and whatever else you need to feel more comfortable with everything.” 

I mulled over his words, then laughed, and continued to laugh. When Isaac didn’t join in, my stomach sank. “Wait, are you serious?” I squeaked. 

Isaac smirked. “Yeah, of course. It’s just one friend helping out another friend. You know me, I’m very gracious, always helping out those in need,” he said jokingly. Isaac stretched his arms and folded his hands behind his head cockily, like he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

I, on the other hand, had turned into a bright red tomato.

“One friend helping out another friend?” I screeched. “Friends don’t make out!” 

“Why not?” 

“Because it’s weird,” I declared indignantly.

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said calmly. “You say ‘weird’ like we haven’t encountered actual supernatural monsters. We’ve been through some actual weird shit and we’re fine. So what’s the problem? Don’t you trust me?” 

“Yeah?? B-but-” I sputtered.

“Don’t you find me attractive?”

I paused. I couldn’t deny the truth to a human lie detector. Isaac was objectively bangable, but I wasn’t about to stroke his ego.

“I mean, I guess you look okay.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said sarcastically. “So, let me help you.” 

I inhaled sharply and frowned. “How can you be so chill about this? I have a boyfriend. It would be cheating, Isaac.” 

“Sure, if you look at everything so black and white. It would be… educational. We both know you’re a huge nerd, so just think of it like a crash course on how to make out. Just two friends, hangin’ out, occasionally kissing and stuff. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, nothing complicated.” 

He refuted every single one of my qualms like this was all so easy for him. He sounded so assured in his ideology that he swayed me from mine. My sudden lack of morals could have also been attributed to the raging teenage hormones coursing through me at high speed. 

I had one more concern. “I know what I’m getting out of this,” I said slowly. “What are you getting out of this?” 

Isaac sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “I don’t like seeing you upset and stressed out, doubting yourself and all that. Also, I’m really good at making out. I really should be doling out my services. If you don’t believe me, I can refer you to multiple satisfied sources.” 

I snorted. “No need. I believe you.” I laughed in disbelief because I already knew what my answer was. The perfectionist in me needed to master this skill, and Isaac had me convinced that he was the only way to do it. I told myself that was the only reason. 

Thinking about Jonathan and what I was about to agree to, I should've felt more guilty, but I just didn’t. That should’ve been my first clue, the initial foreshadowing of how things would unfold for all three of us in the future. 

“Okay… okay. I’m in.” I exhaled slowly. “So how do we do this?”

Isaac grinned victoriously. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together with gleeful authority. “Alright! Welcome to Makeout 101.” 

I grimaced and rolled my eyes. “Can you not?” 

“No talking back to the teacher,” he said in a game show host voice. “Okay, first things first: kissing.” 

At the mention of kissing, my palms suddenly went cold and clammy. “Oh, we’re diving right in?” I asked uneasily. 

Isaac took in my discomfort. “Oh, no, we don’t have to. We’ll start out slow, yeah?” 

I nodded gratefully. He smiled and leaned back against the couch. “Here, sit back with me.” Isaac gently nudged me closer and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I leaned stiffly into his side. “You good? You’re looking a little... rigid. And your heart’s racing.” 

I wiped my palms. “Just nervous, that’s all.” 

“Don’t be nervous,” he said gently. He drew small circles into my forearm, soothing my contracted muscles. “It’s just me here, right? I’m gonna take care of you,” he said, with so much sincerity that I believed every word, like I was safe and sound as long as I was in his arms. 

Something else was happening, something stirring inside me. It was inexplicable, but three seconds into his little experiment, knowing what we were about to do, felt more intimate than all the days I spent with Jonathan. I’d never looked at Isaac like this before. I was seeing things I’d never noticed, like the fact that he had a splash of six freckles along his nose. He also had flecks of green in his eyes.

“Is this what you do with all the girls?” I joked nervously in an attempt to quell the tension in the air. “Stare into their eyes and make them fall in love with you?” 

Isaac laughed softly. “Nah, just you.”

A trail of goosebumps rose along my spine. He’d never spoken to me like this. No one had. He was flirting with me. 

He carefully traced the outline of my cheekbone, then my lip. I shivered at his touch; I was freezing and burning up simultaneously and my body wasn’t designed to cope with this chaos of emotions. He lifted one finger and pressed it to my lips. He lightly tapped my bottom lip twice. 

“Okay?” he asked. 

“Y-yeah,” I said quietly, afraid that if I spoke any louder or let out a single breath, I would disturb the magic suspended in the air between us.

“Good. I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” 

He angled his head to the right and slowly leaned in. His eyelids fluttered shut and he was so close now that I could count each individual eyelash along his almond-shaped eyes. 

When his lips finally brushed against mine, my mind went blank, just like Isaac said was supposed to happen. Unlike with Jonathan, there was nothing rushed or misaligned about it. It was the most natural thing I’d ever done. 

My hand instinctively reached up to tangle in Isaac’s curls. I pulled him closer and moved my mouth with his, teasing and tasting the pillowy softness of his lips. 

I finally understood what he meant when he had said to just do what feels right. So, I did.

With newfound bravery, I snaked out my tongue to trace his bottom lip. The deep growl Isaac emitted afterwards was a sound I would never forget. He parted his mouth and I slipped in my tongue, shyly tasting him. 

His hand skimmed down my side until it reached my hip, and in one swift motion, he pulled me into his lap. My tugged on his hair, clinging to him as his tongue invaded my mouth and explored. 

Isaac’s lips started to trail away from mine. He pressed them to the corner of my mouth, then brushed them along my jawline. His hand ran up my thigh and when he squeezed my ass, I moaned, a sound that sounded so scratchy and sultry and foreign to my own ears. Isaac took the wistful sighs tumbling out of my mouth as encouragement, and continued to nip and lick at the exposed flesh of my neck. 

He pulled away for a moment. As the fog cleared from my brain, I sat in his lap and took in his appearance. He was all tousled hair and bruised lips and hooded eyelids, and somehow I had caused that.

“Woah,” he breathed. 

“Yeah.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I was a mess, just a pile of hormones sitting in a werewolf’s lap. 

Isaac smiled and reached forward and delicately tucked my hair behind my ear. “To think, all this time we’ve been friends, and we could’ve been doing that.” 

In that moment, something shifted. 

Isaac was my friend, but suddenly he was something else too, something more. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I didn’t need to, because Isaac’s mouth had already recaptured mine. He cradled the back of my head, held me close, and gently maneuvered us so that I was laying back on the couch with him on top. 

His nose was pushing down the strap of my dress over my shoulder when suddenly a door slammed shut. 

We simultaneously shot apart and froze. 

“Shit, it’s Derek,” Isaac whispered. He quickly scrambled off me. I sat up and pulled down my dress with urgency. We split apart and moved to opposite ends of the couch. I got out my phone and pretended to text while Isaac arranged his shirt over his lap and pretended he didn’t have a boner. 

Derek entered his living room with a scowl. 

“What happened in here?” he asked, unamused. “You know you both smell like sex, right?” 

I opened my mouth to ramble out some half-assed explanation, but Derek cut me off.

“Actually, I don’t wanna know. Just... keep it out of my loft,” he said, sounding mildly annoyed, but not altogether surprised. 

Isaac and I looked at each other briefly before leaping off the couch and bolting in opposite directions. 

“I have to go meet Malia-” I started.

At the same time, Isaac said, “Scott wanted me to help with a thing-” 

“Oh, okay-” 

“Yeah, I’ll cya later-” 

Before I walked out the door, Isaac called out my name. “Hey, wait!” 

I turned around and looked at him expectantly. 

“Are we… are we good?” he asked nervously. 

I didn’t know the answer to his question, but something new settled into my skin and somehow I knew that things would never be the same. 

“Of course we’re good. We’ll always be good,” I replied, with as much conviction as I could muster.  

He smiled knowingly, like he could see right through my act. “Great. Then I’ll um, I’ll call you?” 

I curtly nodded and left Derek’s loft. When I got to my car, it was all I could do not to bang my head against the steering wheel. My brain was swirling with questions, most of which involved Jonathan and Isaac and why I was more attracted to my best friend than my boyfriend and why I had let myself get so carried away. 

I turned the key in the ignition and drove to my house with a sheen of sweat over my brow. 

I still had a phone call to look forward to.

~*~*~

Later that night, I was laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the kiss with Isaac, the way his hand stroked my thigh and his lips touched mine and the fire he ignited inside me that I still hadn’t been able to snuff out. 

I wondered how I could have handled things differently. If I were a more perfect person, maybe I wouldn’t have agreed to Isaac’s makeout class idea. Or I wouldn’t have let it go that far. I would’ve pushed Isaac away when he pulled me into his lap, or when he laid me down. 

Mulling through all the other realities I could’ve created, I knew it was useless. I was human, and I was powerless against my base desires and if a certain curly-haired werewolf wanted to climb over me and press their lips to my skin, I would let him every time.

My phone suddenly buzzed loudly, interrupting my thoughts. It was Isaac calling, just like he said he would. 

“Hey,” I heard from the end of the line. He sounded nervous. I heard movement, like he was pacing around his room. 

“Hi,” I said. The sound came out smaller than I wanted it to. 

“So, um, about earlier-” He cut himself off. “Fuck. Can I just come over?” 

Without even thinking about it, I said yes. 

~*~*~

Five minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. 

I bolted out of bed. I didn’t expect him to get here so quickly. Normally it took him at least fifteen minutes. Why did he have to rush over? I was still in my pyjamas, totally unprepared, but for what, I didn’t even know. 

I hastily combed my fingers through my hair and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, standing in a plain white cropped t-shirt and gray cotton shorts.

I opened my door to see Isaac leaning casually against my doorway in a gray shirt and dark jeans. He trailed his eyes over my body slowly from head to toe, and I felt his gaze linger on my exposed legs. He finally met my eyes. His vision looked hazy, his pupils blown out. 

“Hey,” he said, his tone as heavy as the air around us. 

“Hi. Um, come inside.” I ushered him in with my hand. He took a seat on the edge of my mattress and I gingerly perched beside him. 

“How are you-” “So, about earlier-” We both began at the same time. 

I chuckled nervously. “You go,” I said.

Isaac cleared his throat. “About earlier. Um, that kiss… that was, that was something, right?” 

“Was it?” I asked, unsure of what he was hinting at.

“Yeah, um I don’t know why you needed help with that. You’re very good at that,” he said quietly.

“You think so? That’s surprising. I mean, it was never like that before, with Jonathan. Maybe it’s something about-” I stopped myself before I said something I would regret, and I would really regret telling Isaac that kissing him was way better than kissing my boyfriend, and the reason I suspected I liked kissing him more. I could never say those things to him. This, our friendship, and whatever else had developed over the past few hours, all of it was too important to ruin. Isaac was too important.

“Maybe it’s something about what?” he asked. 

You, I thought. Maybe it’s something about you. “Um, nothing,” I lied. “I don’t know what I was saying.” 

“Liar.” I froze. “Tell me what you were gonna say.” 

My mouth went dry. “I-” I began, scrambling for an explanation. “I was just, um, I just meant-”

Suddenly, my phone rang and saved me from my rambling. I sighed in relief and answered it without looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello?” I said. 

“Hey babe,” I heard from the other end. I froze. It was Jonathan.

I mentally groaned. “Hey Jonathan.” I peered over at Isaac, who rolled his eyes. “One second.” I muted the call. “I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I told Isaac. He shrugged like he didn’t care and took out a pack of mints from his pocket. He didn’t look too happy, but I’d be annoyed too if my conversation had been interrupted by a phone call.

“Hey, sorry about that,” I spoke into the receiver. “What’s up?” I wanted to get off the line as soon as possible to preserve the moment I was having with Isaac, but I suspected the damage had already been done.

“Oh, nothing,” Jonathan replied. “I just wanted to check in, see what you were up to. I missed hearing your voice.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m just hanging out with Isaac.” 

“Isaac?” Jonathan said, with a bite to his words. He got this way sometimes when I brought up Isaac. Before we got together, he had asked me what was the deal with me and Isaac. I told him we were just friends, but the look on his face indicated that he didn’t completely believe me. “Where are you?” Jonathan asked. 

“Just in my room,” I said. “Why?” 

“In your room? With Isaac? Babe, it’s nearly midnight.”

“...yeah? So?” 

“What are you two doing?” 

“Just talking.” 

“Just talking?” 

“Babe, calm down,” I said and laughed. “It’s not what you think. I’ve told you before, we’re just friends.” 

“Yeah… alright. Sorry, like I said, I just missed you.” I was relieved that he dropped the awkward subject. I had a sneaking suspicion Isaac was using his enhanced werewolf hearing to eavesdrop on the call. 

“No worries. Listen, we’re kinda in the middle of a conversation. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” I said. I didn’t want to rush Jonathan, but I could tell Isaac was getting a little impatient from the way he was tapping his foot.

“Alright, night babe,” Jonathan said. 

I hung up. “Sorry about that,” I said to Isaac. “So, where were we?” 

Isaac met my eyes. There was a shift in his demeanor. As imperceptible as it was, I could still see he was upset about something.

“Just friends,” he stated simply. 

I blinked. “Hm?” 

“Just friends. That’s what we are. That’s what you told your boyfriend,” he said, with measured restraint. 

“Yeah… That’s what we are, right? Did I say something wrong?” 

Isaac looked calm, but not pleasantly so. His still demeanor reminded me of the calm before a brewing storm. The light had left his eyes. 

He chuckled emotionlessly. “Nope. Never mind. Anyway, the reason I came over was to tell you that we should have our next teachable moment.” 

I flushed in embarrassment. “Oh, you wanted to come over so we could... practice some more?” 

He shrugged. “It couldn’t hurt. You wanna impress your boyfriend, right?” Every time Isaac said ‘boyfriend,’ he spit out the word with venom. 

“I guess so… are you sure you’re okay?” 

“I’m fine. I just wanted to come over and help you. Just being a good friend,” he said tersely.

Isaac was lying. He wasn’t okay. That much was obvious, but I didn’t know what to do. I knew I shouldn’t have let this continue, but I didn’t want to reject him. There was also the fact that every cell in my body was drawn to him, and I couldn’t think past my own desire. “Yeah we can, um, we can do that. If you think it’ll help-”

“I do.” Isaac removed his jacket with a flourish and draped it neatly over my desk chair. “So, if I were Jonathan, and I was in your bedroom, what would we be doing?” he asked. It took me three seconds to realize he actually wanted me to answer. 

“Oh, um, I guess we’d be on my bed...?” 

Isaac smiled. “Exactly.” He looked like he wanted to devour me. “Lay back,” he said softly. His voice dripped with authority. 

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have complied with their commands so readily. Isaac was physically stronger and had more experience, but the imbalance of power wasn’t unsettling. It was exciting. I wanted him to tell me what to do and guide me and take care of me. I trusted him completely.

Gingerly, I scooted backwards and laid down flat, and leaned up on my elbows so I could see him. His eyes scanned my body from head to toe. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his gaze, like I was under a microscope for his inspection. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes.

“Good girl,” he praised. He came forward and got on his knees on the edge of my mattress, swinging one leg over my thighs. He towered over me, all broad shoulders and condescending smirk. “I wonder if Jonathan knows how lucky he is that he gets to do this with you whenever he wants,” he said. “I wonder what Jonathan would do if he knew what was happening right now...” 

I gulped, feeling a  slight twinge of guilt, but reached up anyway and touched his cheek, pulling him closer. A small whining noise escaped from my mouth. 

He chuckled. “Eager, are we?” He clasped my fingers and held my wrist exposed to him. He nuzzled into it. “You smell incredible, you know that?” His voice had lowered considerably and his pupils were dilated again. He suddenly jerked my arm back and pinned it over my head, swallowing my surprised yelp with his mouth as he dipped down and kissed me, hard and deep. 

I cupped his cheek with my free hand to hold him in place while our tongues snaked out and we tasted each other again. The last time I had a guy in my bed, it was my boyfriend, and I had accidentally tossed him over the side before he could get to second base. With Isaac, someone who was very much not my boyfriend, all I wanted to do was pull him closer. 

Isaac pulled away. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, confused and dazed. His chest heaved in unison with mine as we panted for breath. 

“Moving on to the second lesson, conveniently called second base.” He smiled with a glint of mischief and humor behind his eyes. “You ready for that? We know what happened to poor little Jonathan when he tried to feel you up in your bed.” He was playing with me, challenging me. He sounded cocky, like he didn’t think I had it in me to continue. 

With the element of surprise on my side, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him down flush against me and pressed my mouth to his. I took one of his hands and placed it on my hip, slowly guided it up my stomach and over my ribcage, and finally set it over my breast. 

Isaac let out a satisfied groan against my mouth. I smirked and moved his hand in slow circles, letting him rub me over my t-shirt. Then I let go, let him touch me how he wanted. He pulled away briefly and looked at me with hooded eyelids. I flashed him a victorious smirk, that quickly turned into a gasp when he pinched my nipple over my clothes. 

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “No bra, huh?” 

“Mhmm,” I sighed softly, too turned on to respond with words. Isaac’s mouth moved under my ear and he sucked harshly on an area I didn’t realize was sensitive until now. He continued to touch me, rubbing small circles around my nipple. A rush of arousal flooded through my body. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough anymore. I needed something more.

I was moving on autopilot now, just doing what felt right. I rolled my hips forward and grinded against Isaac’s crotch. He groaned into my ear when I repeated the movement. Together, we created a slow rhythm gyrating our hips together. The ridge of folded fabric over his crotch kept rubbing against my clit. 

“Isaac, that feels good,” I sighed wistfully. I spread my legs wider to give him more room. 

“Yeah?” he grunted. “Like this?” He rolled his hips into mine and I moaned into his shoulder to keep from squealing too loudly. My parents were down the hall and would probably alert the mosque elders if they knew what Isaac was doing to their daughter. 

There was a building pressure under my stomach and I didn’t know what to do with it. I felt like I would explode, and I’d never wanted anything so badly. 

“Isaac, I-” I didn’t have the words to describe how badly I wanted him. “Please, I can’t, I think I’m, fuck, uhn…”

Isaac moved his hand to the side of my face and brushed my hair back gently. “Are you gonna come, baby?” I nodded. Isaac sped up his movements. “Good, that’s good. You’re doing good. Just keep going, just like that, I got you. Almost there, you’re so close, fuck, I’m coming too-” 

Isaac locked an arm around my waist and buried his face into my neck and held me close and tight. He came with a muffled grunt and I followed shortly after. I let out a high-pitched mewl and clawed at his back as my body spasmed. Afterwards, a wave of euphoric happiness clouded over my senses. 

I relaxed back onto my mattress. Isaac laid on top of me and rested his head on my chest. I combed my fingers through his hair, smiling at my ceiling. Isaac finally stirred and leaned up on one elbow, and looked down at me silently. I was afraid of what he would say in the aftermath, or maybe he would just leave without saying anything at all. 

I took the opportunity to whisper mock seductively in his ear, “So, when’s the last time a girl made you come in your pants?” 

He snorted and face planted into my shoulder. “Seriously? After all that, that’s what you choose to say? Shouldn’t we be having a moment? Didn’t I just deflower you or something?” 

“Deflower me? Please, we weren’t even naked. And we didn’t touch each other, you know, like that.” 

Isaac let out a little laugh and kissed my shoulder. “Next time.” 

I sighed and lifted my finger to trace a line down his forehead, over the bridge of his nose, down to his chin. He slightly pursed his lips and kissed the tip of my finger when it brushed his mouth.

“There’s gonna be a next time, isn’t there?” I stated, less as an actual question, but to confirm what I already suspected. 

“Of course there’s gonna be a next time.” Isaac lip twitched and he smiled a sad smile. With the way he was looking at me, I was beginning to think that maybe there was an unspoken truth beginning to form that we were too afraid to say out loud. Was he hiding his feelings behind jokes like I was? Was he scared like I was?

“Uh,” he said, “I should go. It’s late.” With that, he slid out his arm from underneath me. I watched him as he stood and adjusted his disheveled clothes. “A plus.”

“What?” I asked. 

“You get an A plus. You know, for mastering a new skill.” Isaac winked. “But then again, I should take some credit. Behind every good student is an amazing teacher.” 

“Do amazing teachers come over to their students’ houses at midnight and make them come in their shorts?” I quipped.

Isaac narrowed his eyes at me and made his way over. I clutched my sheets in anticipation and excitement, but all he did was pull up the folded covers at the foot of my bed over my body. It was an unexpectedly sweet gesture. 

He dipped down and placed his mouth a hair’s breadth away from mine. “I only make house calls for my favorite student.” My cheeks burned at the praise and adoration in his voice. I leaned forward and closed the distance between our lips and kissed him, lingering a second or two longer than I probably should have. 

This time, Isaac was the one who blushed. He kissed my forehead, then climbed out my window and quickly left, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of endorphins and giddy infatuation. 

~*~*~

The next day at school, Isaac and I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at each other. During chemistry class, while Jonathan held my hand, I felt Isaac’s gaze burn into the back of my head. When I finally looked back at him, he winked. I whipped back around, my face flushed red. 

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan whispered at me. 

“Hm? Oh nothing, thought I saw a bee.” 

A snort erupted from the back of the room, and I didn’t have to turn around to know who it came from. 

It felt like Isaac was everywhere. He was there when I was eating lunch with the pack, staring at me intently while I chewed my food, playfully knocking his knee against mine under the cafeteria table. He was there while I ran around the track during gym class, catcalling me every time I passed by him sitting on the bleachers. 

All the little moments and the paranoia about getting caught was taking its toll on me. I was constantly distracted. So distracted in fact, that I didn’t notice the arm that shot out in front of me as I was walking to class and pulled me into a dark storage closet. 

I stopped squirming and panicking when I realized it was Isaac who had stolen me away. His hand was covering my mouth, and he was grinning mischievously. 

“You’re not going to scream, are you?” he teased. He slowly moved his hand away. 

“Only if you make me,” I quipped without missing a beat. Isaac’s expression hardened. He attached his lips to mine, slow and deep. He walked us backwards until we collided with the wall, his hand protecting the back of my head from impact. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you all day,” Isaac said. “Do you know how hard it is to see you walking around and know that I can’t touch you...” He brushed his lips against my neck. “...kiss you…” His fingers found the hem of my dress and he lifted it halfway up my thigh. “I want you so bad. Wanna taste you, can I taste you baby?”

I nodded fervently, and Isaac began his descent. He kissed bruises onto my neck and kissed the valleys of my breasts at the neckline of my dress, and pressed his lips over my clothed ribcage and abdomen. Finally, he knelt before me. He stared up with a look of dazed wonderment.

He gathered the skirt of my dress and bunched it in his fist, using his other hand to slide my panties down to my knees. I clamped my thighs shut immediately, shy at the notion of him seeing me like this, naked and exposed and vulnerable. He peered at me curiously before leaning forward and placing a lingering kiss on my hip bone, then another one on the smattering of hair above my core. 

I felt goosebumps rise at his intimate gesture. He made me feel so safe. I tentatively opened my legs for him. 

He placed one more kiss on my inner thigh. “Ready for lesson three?” he asked. Before I could answer, he lightly kissed my pussy, then licked around my clit before finally sucking the bundle of nerves. My knees buckled, but he steadied me with a hand over my stomach and another on my thigh. 

He alternated between licking and sucking my sensitive flesh. I took my dress from his grip and clutched onto the fabric as tightly as I could, bit down on my lip, clung onto his hair, did anything to keep from moaning loudly. Isaac continued to lap at my pussy. Suddenly, his tongue moved downwards, prodding my entrance and tasting the evidence of my arousal. 

“Fuck, you taste so good baby,” Isaac grunted. “Wanna feel you, wanna feel what it’s like inside.” 

I froze. Did Isaac want to go all the way right now? It’s not like I expected my first time to be in some expensive hotel room that was covered in rose petals and candles, but I didn’t want it to be inside of a storage closet beside a dirty mop. 

But that was not Isaac’s intention. He reached up his hand and showed me two fingers. I peered down at him curiously. 

“Suck,” was all he said. So, I did. I swallowed the length of his fingers to the knuckle, and swirled my tongue around the calloused pads. Then I bobbed my head and took him in and out, and imagined I had my mouth around his cock. I shivered at the imagery of him inside me. The fantasy intensified when Isaac began pumping his appendages in and out of my mouth. He was nearly at the back of my throat and I almost gagged. 

He took his fingers out, and wasted no time putting them back in; this time, into my pussy, slowly, one by one, inch by inch, until both his fingers were fully sheathed in my warmth. I’d only experimented with my own fingers before, but his were comparatively larger and longer, and he could move swiftly with the slickness he’d induced in a way that I’d never been able to achieve. 

He fucked me with his fingers and his mouth played with my clit, and I was finding it very hard not to collapse to the floor. I tugged at his hair and pushed his face closer, and his tongue found that perfect spot on my clit, and combined with the movements of his fingers, he sent me over the edge. He continued to lick and suck my overstimulated nerves through the climax. 

He held me and kissed me as my breathing normalized and I came down from the high.

~*~*~*~

Things continued on that way for the next few weeks. Either I would text Isaac at midnight and tell him I needed him, or he would catch me off guard and pull me into more empty rooms. Or we would find each other’s eyes in the middle of a crowded room and make up some lame excuse to leave and go fool around in my car. 

We never went all the way. Maybe we were both afraid of the consequences, since I was still with Jonathan, and Isaac still hadn’t told me how he felt about everything. I certainly wasn’t going to ask him what he wanted. I couldn’t risk ruining our friendship. So, we both pretended everything was fine, that we were just “having fun” and “practicing” for my benefit.

Except, none of the things I did with Isaac ever transferred into my relationship, the reason this whole thing started. I couldn’t bring myself to move past kissing Jonathan, and I could tell he was getting frustrated. 

On the other side, whenever Isaac asked me how my relationship was going, I told him that our little sessions were helpful and things were progressing with Jonathan. But the words came out awkward and rushed, and even I didn’t believe my lies. Judging from the playful eye rolls and knowing smirks, Isaac didn’t either. 

Still, he never denied me. Because why would he? What guy wouldn’t want the convenience of having a girl to mess around with who didn’t ask for a real relationship? 

That was the only reason he kept coming back. I wouldn’t let myself hold false hope for anything else.

~*~*~

It all came to a head at Lydia’s party. 

I couldn’t decline her invitation, mainly because it was her birthday, but also because Jonathan insisted we go. He kept saying that I was “neglecting” him, that I wasn’t spending enough time with him. He wasn’t wrong, considering every spare moment I had, I snuck away to be with Isaac. 

Jonathan wouldn’t let me out of his sight the whole night. He held my hand and kept asking me to dance and play drinking games with him. His separation anxiety only elevated when Isaac finally arrived, looking effortlessly handsome. He spotted me immediately in the crowded house and sent me the same knowing grin I’d seen so many times before. 

Even before we started hooking up, Isaac had told me that he always listened for my heartbeat in any room, always tried to locate my scent apart from the others. He brushed off this habit as a “safety measure” in case I was ever in danger, since I was a human in the pack and that came with occupational hazards. 

Jonathan and I were sitting on the couch, and I was very aware of his hand on my knee when Isaac started to walk towards us. As he was approaching, someone stopped him in his tracks. It was a tall blond girl with knee high boots and a miniskirt. She whispered something in his ear, took his hand, and led him away. 

All I could do was sit and stare blankly as Isaac was whisked away by another girl. I was crestfallen and blindsided and heartbroken. In all the time that Isaac and I had been fooling around, I’d totally forgotten that he was still the same boy he’d always been, the boy who hooked up with different girls and didn’t get attached, not even to me. I was naive to think anything different. 

So I started drinking. The real stuff, not the jello shots Jonathan kept passing me. Four drinks later, I was wasted. The room was spinning and my head was pounding. I needed to be alone. I squirmed my hand out of Jonathan’s grip and stumbled my way up Lydia’s stairs. 

On my way, I passed by Isaac and the blond girl who’d stolen him from me. They were chatting and leaning against the railing, standing too close for my comfort. Isaac noticed my presence. He looked at me questioningly, but I ignored him and stumbled the rest of the way up the stairs. 

I searched the hall until I found an empty bedroom to go into. I sat inside on the bed with my head in my hands, massaging my scalp, trying to drown out the pounding bass of the music downstairs, trying to forget that Isaac was probably making out with another girl right now, trying to forget that I almost threw away my relationship for a boy who considered me nothing more than a casual hookup. 

My moment of peace was suddenly interrupted. The bedroom door creaked open, and entered Jonathan, looking haggard, blurry-eyed, and angry. 

“What’s wrong with you?” was the first thing he roared at me. 

“Nothing,” I mumbled tiredly. “I just have a headache.” I hid my face in my hands, but Jonathan gripped my arm and whipped it away. 

“No,” he gritted out. “You’re lying. Just like you lie every time I wanna do something, and you make up some excuse to get out of it. Just like you lie when I text you, and you respond hours later because apparently you’re too busy to press some fucking buttons on a phone. You don’t talk to me anymore and we barely see each other. I’m tired of it. I wanna know what’s going on.” 

His grip on my arm was digging into my skin, his voice booming in my face. I was fully alert now, and completely aware that he reeked of alcohol and danger. “Jonathan, you’re hurting me. Please stop,” I pleaded and tried to tug my arm away. 

“No. Tell me why you keep pushing me away,” Jonathan said gently, but his voice took on a dark edge. It bordered on threatening. “Is it Isaac? It’s Isaac isn’t it. He’s the reason you don’t like me anymore. Are you cheating on me? I see the way you look at him. Are you sleeping with him? Did you spread your legs for him already? God, and I thought you were a prude.”

!!!!!!

“Jonathan, I mean it, let go.” I could hear my own voice, shaky and on the verge of tears. I was certain that any werewolves within the vicinity were too drunk or preoccupied to hear me if I screamed. I was trapped and I was alone, and I prayed that by some miracle, someone would save me, but I knew it was hopeless when Jonathan pushed me backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of me. 

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay, don’t fight it. You’ve been fighting it for months, but I know you want it. Just let it happen,” he whispered. He pressed his mouth to mine, and when I tried to push him away, he bit down hard and I tasted blood. “I’ll give it to you much better than Isaac, you’ll see. I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…”

He held me down, and sucked the sensitive flesh of my neck, painfully and unforgivingly. I tried to thrash and squirm, but he didn’t relent. Eventually, I felt fingers twiddling with the button of my jeans, and it popped open. I stopped fighting what I thought was inevitable, and I closed my eyes and silently cried. 

!!!!!!

It was then that all the weight of Jonathan’s body was suddenly lifted off me. I heard a loud crash. 

I opened my eyes to see Isaac standing there, towering over Jonathan, who was laying face first on the floor in front of a broken bookshelf. Isaac’s eyes were flashing golden and his teeth were sharp and bared, and I knew I had to intervene before Jonathan saw his wolfish features and found out his secret. 

“Isaac,” I whimpered. At the sound of my voice, his head whipped around. He ran over, bending down to inspect my features with his glowing orbs, and tenderly brushed my hair away from my face. He rubbed his fingers together; he’d felt the evidence of my tears. 

He growled, deep and dangerous, and slowly turned around to Jonathan, who was still curled up on the floor. “Isaac, please,” I whispered pleadingly. “Calm down.” I reached out to touch his hand in an effort to anchor him back to reality. 

It seemed to be working. Isaac took deep, steadying breaths and he was finally back to normal. But that didn’t stop him from walking over to Jonathan and kicking him in the stomach. 

I should’ve protested the violence unfolding before me, but I found it thrilling, watching Isaac beat the shit out of Jonathan, knowing that just moments before, he had tried to force himself on me. After a few more punches, Isaac lifted Jonathan up by the collar and shoved him into the wall. 

“If you ever come near her again, I’ll kill you,” Isaac said softly. He could’ve shouted it in Jonathan’s face and it wouldn’t have sounded half as threatening as the intensity in his quiet tone. “Get out.” 

Jonathan didn’t need to be told twice. He stumbled out of the room. Isaac shut the door. I sat still and silent, processing everything that had unfolded within the last few minutes. Isaac was standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Neither of us moved. 

“Are you okay?” he finally asked, breaking the tense silence. 

“I am n-now,” I answered shakily, trying to calm my erratic breathing. Isaac was beside me in an instant. “I’m so sorry, Isaac.” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I am though. I’m sorry for ruining your night,” I mumbled. “You can go back to your date. I’ll be okay.” 

“My date?” Isaac repeated, audibly offended. “That’s what you’re worried about? First of all, she’s not my date. She’s some random girl I just met. I’m not going anywhere, especially after what just happened. Do you really think I’d just leave you like this? God, I was so terrified. I knew something was wrong when I saw that asshole marching up here all drunk and angry. I was listening and I heard everything he said to you. He was trying to, he was gonna--God, what the fuck,” Isaac growled. He kicked a nearby shelf, and I flinched when the wood cracked. 

“I know,” I whispered in horror. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you and... and that girl were off somewhere… I thought I was alone,” I whimpered. Isaac hugged me, holding me close. He moved us into a laying position, cradling my face into his chest. I cried into his shirt. “Please don’t leave me, Isaac.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You’re safe now,” he said softly. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

I looked up at the same time he looked down. We locked eyes. Something came over me, and it was wildly inappropriate and wrong for a million different reasons, but I leaned up and brushed my lips against his. I tasted tears. He’d been crying too. 

Any remaining guilt I’d been harboring for what I did to Jonathan eroded in that moment. It was clear now who I was supposed to be with. Jonathan had revealed what kind of person he truly was. And so did Isaac. It was time for me to do the same.

I whispered, “I’m sorry Isaac, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest. I felt so much lighter as the words slipped from my lips. I nearly floated to the ceiling when Isaac whispered back, “I think I’m falling in love with you too.” 

He was shivering. His hands were shaking when he touched my cheek, gently and carefully, and traced my cheekbone and my lips, just like he’d done the first time we kissed. And then his lips were on mine, soft and tender. I pulled him closer and kissed him back. He locked his arm around my waist and held me against him.

I didn’t know whether it was the thrill of seeing Isaac beat up someone to protect me, or the fact that he’d just told me he loved me. It was probably both of those things that sent a rush of arousal through my body. I couldn’t get enough of him and I wanted him now. 

I grabbed his hand from around my waist and shoved his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans. He pulled away from my lips. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. “After everything that just happened--” 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I interrupted resolutely. “I’m ready. I want this.”

He nodded and kissed me once more. He looked me in the eyes when he slid his fingers into my panties. My back arched at the jolts of pleasure and I sighed his name. My nails dug into his arm as he rubbed my clit in slow circles, then quicker. 

He pulled his hand out of my pants and I nearly came at the sight of him licking his fingers clean of my juices. He sat up, moving one of my knees over so he could settle in between my spread legs. 

Isaac dipped down so he was laying on top of me. “I love you,” he said, punctuating his words with kisses on my forehead, my nose, and finally, my lips. He pulled down the hem of my jeans and peeled them off my legs. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head, and used my toes to wriggle his pants and boxers down his legs. 

He kissed me one more time. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “We can’t ever go back to the way things were if we do this. I don’t want to go back to being friends. Also, we’re in Lydia’s house, and I kinda wanted our first time to be special.” 

“You’re adorable.” I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “I don’t want to go back to being friends either. And I don’t care about where I lose my virginity. I just care that it’s with you.” 

That was all the encouragement he needed. He entered me slowly and steadily, and I hissed at his size. Despite his slow pace, I had to halt him with a hand on his chest halfway in. He was stretching me open and tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes, and Isaac was all too aware. His eyes never left my face. His concern turned me on even more. 

I dug my nails into his shoulders and he buried his face into my neck, placing kisses onto my skin and whispering I’m sorry and I love you over and over.  After what felt like forever, he was fully sheathed inside me. 

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.” 

I couldn’t form any words. His praise sent waves of arousal to my core. I asked him to move faster. He pulled out and then rutted back in, forming a steady rhythm. I clawed at his back; it was finally starting to feel good, and a building pressure was festering in my lower belly. He was slick and fast now, snapping his hips into my pussy. 

“Fuck, Isaac, I’m close,” I moaned. “Right there, don’t stop, please.”

At last, my toes curled and my back arched off the bed as he brought me to my climax. He followed shortly after a few sloppy thrusts. We fell asleep shortly after, cuddled and warm and safe in each other’s arms. I couldn’t wait to tell Stiles that Isaac liked to be little spoon. 

Lydia found us in the morning when she was doing a round of tidying up before her parents came home. She pretended to be upset that we had used her guest room, but it was obvious she wasn’t really mad. The rest of the park could sense the shift in our dynamic and they were mostly just happy that we had finally figured out we were supposed to be together.

~*~*~

At school the following Monday, Isaac and I spent all our time together holding hands and being disgustingly cute. Jonathan had told people what had happened at the party, or his distorted, self-serving version of it. The rumors spread fast. I was slut-shamed with dirty looks and snide remarks, but it didn’t bother me. It helped that Isaac Lahey was my boyfriend now and no one did anything too awful in fear of getting on his bad side.

It was still hard to believe sometimes, the way everything unfolded. It’s not that I was proud of myself for what I did, but I didn’t exactly feel bad either. Maybe that meant I was a shitty person. Maybe Isaac was too. It’s not like Jonathan was innocent in all of this. All of us were wrong, but that’s just the way life is sometimes. People are shitty. Feelings are complicated. Life is messy. 

At the end of it all, I ended up with Isaac. The end doesn’t justify the means, but if I had to do it all over again, I would. I’d do anything if it was for him. 

fin.

isaac as a fratboy

#isaac lahey smut #isaac lahey imagine #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #daniel sharman smut

[certifiedskywalker]

Dating Sam Wilson Would Include...

Here’s some love for our Captain Falcon? Just Falcon? Captain Bird? Sam. Here’s some love for our Sam. 

You wanted revenge. 

When Steve invited you to jog with him, he said that he would keep pace with you.

He was a man of his word, but he didn’t even break a sweat while you were gasping for breath with your burning lungs.

You wanted revenge, and to see Steve sweat.

That was all!

Your return to the National Mall’s park of monuments for a practice jog was your training for that revenge.

It had nothing to do with the handsome, fellow jogger you and Steve had seen before.

When he happened to be there again, you thought you might as say hello to him.

Steve jogged at the crack of dawn each day and this mystery jogger seemed to have the same habit.

Odds were you would see the man again and if you were with Steve, you would want to be able to explain why you were so easily left behind in his dust.

He was easier to catch up with than Steve, though you were breathless by the time he glanced over his shoulder at you.

It took all you had not to stumble over your own feet when his dark eyes met your gaze.

All thoughts and want of revenge were forgotten: it was only you and….him….what was his name?

You needed to know but, talking to him? How could you!? You were already out of breath and he...he was looking at you like...

“You alright?” 

His voice, laden with concern, brought you out of your reverie.

Heat rushed up to your face and, for the first time, you were happy that you were flushed from running.

“Uh, yeah,” you said through little pants of exertion, “sorry...I…”

You were loosing steam, physically and mentally.

You were embarrassed he had caught you staring, a stranger! 

Talk about weird and creepy.

But the man gave you a half smile, a hint of hope that you didn’t royally mess up your chances.

He stopped jogging and, relieved to find an excuse to stop, you followed suit.

“You sure you’re alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you wheezed, “you’re just, you’re fast.”

“Tryin’ to race me then?”

You glanced up at him and nodded, “a race, sure.” 

Your heart beat like a jack hammer; though you weren’t sure if it was because of the running or if you were nervous.

All you did know was that you were light headed and there was a good looking guy standing before you, worried about you despite the weirdness.

When you finally were able to fill your lungs with a decent amount of oxygen, you straightened your posture and met the mystery jogger’s gaze.

“I...do you want to get coffee sometime, or something?”

Had you really just asked that? Right now?

You were about to throw your arm over your face to hide your shame.

Just as you tried to think of other places you and Steve could jog, the man laughed.

It was a heart sound that warmed your chest, and his smile?

You had never seen anything quite like it: wide and pure.

As you shyly met his gaze, you realized it reached his eyes.

“How about water, like right now?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, now.”

The rest was history, simple as that.

He met Steve and Sam became a fixture in your life; and you in his.

Dates became missions and, before long, you shared a room at the Avengers compound.

You and Sam meshed on some silent level, beyond your shared understanding.

He could tell when you were off and you could read him so easily.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Rough day.”

“How about a flight to clear your head,” you suggested, handing him his goggles.

“As long as you’re coming with.”

He holds on to you so tightly as he flies through the city. 

The trust you put in those metal wings to keep you both aloft was otherworldly

But never once did you doubt Sam.

He would never let you down.

Only lovingly embarrass you in front of friends and family. 

When Sam retells the story of how you met to his sister Sarah, years later, he jokes about how he had never seen anyone looked more shocked in his life.

“I’ve been through war and Avengers training, so when I tell you I’ve seen people look like they’re about to shi-”

“Hey! The boys!”

At that same table, you hid your face and shook your head.

“I was scared I was going to creep you out.”

“Oh, you did,” Sam said with that wide, unabashed smile on his face. “But you were charming about it.”

He tells the story of how you met when you meet his family.

He doesn’t tell them about Hydra, about Bucky, or even the danger your jobs put you both in.

Sarah seemed to know it, and Sam’s nephews were too young to understand.

You get to see a side of Sam that he didn’t show the rest of the team.

“It’s funny.”

“What is?” He asked, drying the dishes you had just finished washing.

“They call you ‘Uncle Sam’, like the propaganda cartoon.”

“Cause we work with Captain America?”

“Yeah,” you said, nudging his shoulder with yours. “It’s funny.”

“It’s not, but it’s fun to see you try to be.”

With a gasp, you tossed a handful of soap suds at him. 

White bubbles clung to his shirt and, after he collected himself, Sam looked at you with a playful fight in his eyes.

“Oh, it is so on.”

You both end up covered in suds and cleaning Sarah’s kitchen.

Whenever you and Sam aren’t in New York (for Avengers business) or in D.C. (for state business), you’re at his childhood home in Louisiana.

Sarah and her boys become your little family as you and Sam grow closer.

It’s strange, you’re not sure when you realized you were in love with him 

Though, one night sticks out in your mind.

It was just you and Sam, sitting on the dock, basking in the orange light of the sunset.

“Thanks for coming down here with me. I know our missing person search is important, but I had to-“

“No, I get it,” you rested a hand on his muscled upper arm. “Family first.”

It’s then, when the silence falls over you both, that you realize Sam's staring at you 

And you’re staring at him.

You’re desperate to break the sudden tension so you blurt out your first thought.

It seems that Sam did the same as you both say:

“You’re my family.”

Sam smiles, a soft smile, not the wide grin you loved; though, you loved this expression too.

Without a word, Sam leans in and presses his lips to yours.

He tastes like beer and the brownies Sarah made for dessert.

His hand cups your cheek and your fingers wrap around his wrist, holding his palm to your skin.

The kiss is gentle, though everything Sam did with you was gentle, as if he didn’t want to risk breaking the thing you had built together.

Not that he could break it.

Nothing could, not really. 

When Sam pulled his lips from yours, a smile spread along your face. 

“Plus, I get to see your baby pictures which gives me all the blackmail I could ever want.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Only a little.”

He kissed you again, harder this time.

“I love you,” Sam mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too.”

Banter is a big part of your relationship.

Sam is always one for teasing and cracking jokes to keep people at arm's length.

But with you, while he still teases, he’s more careful

He’s not afraid to just stay quiet, savor the fleeting moments between missions with you.

During those ‘between times’, you and Sam stay in.

Work, missions, what have you, takes you both across the globe

So, when there’s peace, you both hunker down in the Avenger’s compound or visit his family.

Sam is an early riser due to his past in the military and is always awake before you.

He’s a sucker for breakfast food? 

He’s always making it as you climb out of bed.

“You hungry?”

“Is that-”

“Pancakes.”

When you help him cook, Sam likes to put music on in the background.

You swear he does it on purpose because, when he inevitably starts to dance, he pulls you along with him.

Depending on the music, Sam will hold you close, sway with you in his arms, or shimmies around the kitchen until you become a giggling mess.

“Join me! You know you want to!”

“The food is going to burn!”

“Sure is! Now dance with me, baby!”

How could you not when he gave you that smile of his?

When things started to grow more heated, after Ultron, after Sokovia, your kitchen dance parties became rare.

You stayed with Sam, sided with Steve and you both paid the price for it.

It was only a few days before Steve came to save you all from the Raft but it was pure torture.

You were in the cell across from Sam, watching him pace the floor and tense up with anger.

The moment you were freed, you ran to him.

Being on the run with Sam added a new layer to your relationship.

It didn’t come without its challenges as being a wanted criminal was easy on no one.

There were nights where you and Sam would sleep with your backs to each other.

It was the stress of running that crippled you both on those nights, made everything, every worry and doubt, difficult to talk about. 

But it was also running that brought you together, that kept you together too.

You and Sam would run to the rescue of some poor souls

And promptly run back to each other. 

When Steve wasn’t around to keep you both in check, you and Sam would explore whatever country you found yourselves in.

Trying all sorts of different foods with him.

“What is that?”

“Delicious, so, does it really matter?”

Late night flights under the stars and holding each other close in the quinjet.

Then...Thanos…

And, despite all his carefulness and his holding you close, Sam was gone

For five years, you had no one to run with or to

You stayed with Natasha in the Avenger’s compound and tried to help Sarah with the house and her boys.

Whenever you went to Louisiana, you came back in tears.

“You don’t have to go back, you know,” Sarah said one time. “You’re always welcome here, Y/N. You’re family.”

It took all you had left of your strength to not break down in her living room, to not cry clinging to an old photograph of Sam in a baseball uniform.

“That’s why I need to go back,” you whimpered, “so we can try to get him back to us. His family.”

It’s a misty-eyed flight home.

Flying is not the same without Sam; the sky is emptier.

It felt like the thing, the love you had built together was about to break when Scott rolled up to the door of the Avenger’s compound with his ‘time heist’ in hand.

It gave you hope and, eventually, it gave you Sam back too.

“It’s been five years right? You haven’t aged a day.”

His joke brings you to happy tears before you fall into his arms, caked with grime from the battle. 

“I got you, I got you.”

After Tony and Steve’s strange send off, you and Sam took a stay-cation. 

Most of the time, you two stayed in bed, unwilling to let the other go in case something tried to snap reality in half again.

“I don’t know what he wants me to do with it,” he says, eyeing the bagged up shield propped up against your bedroom wall. 

“You know,” you replied, lifting your head from his chest to look into his eyes. “He wants you to keep fighting. Be ‘Uncle Sam’.”

“It’s still not funny.” 

You shake your head at him before leaning down to kiss him.

You’re careful, just as he was all those years ago on the dock. 

When you pull away, you explain, “it’s not meant to be.”

Sam smiles at you, that same wide, pure smile that won you over the day you first met.

No matter what happens next, you know that, as long as you can see that smile, you’ll make it to fight another day.

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[storyofmychoices]

Home: Where She Belongs

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Pairing: Levi Schuler x Laura Day [F!MC] with Lily (daughter) Book: Mother of the Year (chapter 16) Word Count: <1,600 (sorry it's a big long!) Rating: General

Prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge relaxation; @choicesbookclub : MOTY Replay Chapter 16 ; @wackydrabbles #108 (prompt in bold)

A/N: As a whole MOTY is a solid book, but one thing that I hated was the fact that instead of going home with her daughter after winning the court case MC sneaks off with her LI for a 30 diamond scene. I love those scenes, but that wasn't the time.

Synopsis: Following the celebration with their friends over the court case win, Laura and Lily head home for a private celebration, knowing they had won and no one would keep them apart. [Fluff with some comfort/care]

Bliss. Laura thought after some consideration. That's what this is—bliss.

Her body fluttered with a pleasant warmth that enveloped her in its comfort and relaxation. She breathed easily for the first time in weeks, the weight of the world no longer on her shoulders. She could simply enjoy the moment without worry of tomorrow.

She knew better than to expect the future to be sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, but for the moment, this was enough—actually, it was more than enough—it was perfect. The outcome might not have been everything she wanted, but it was better than what she feared. Lily was hers, and she always would be.

The voices of her friends surrounded her. They had all been eager to join in for a celebratory dinner. She had never needed to ask them to be there; they just were. She wondered how she and Lily would have survived in Goldcliffe without them; thankfully, they'd never need to figure it out.

Laura leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of her hand as she watched Levi play a game with Lily and Luz across the table. Their laughter was a melody in the night air, one that filled her heart with joy. Her eyes glistened in the dimming light. She wondered if the smile etched on her face would ever fade.

Lily's mouth opened, a silent yawn slipping out between excited explanations of her science fair project and how her newly rebuilt rocket was better than the previous one.

"It's late," Laura finally said, interrupting their game. "You've had a big day, my Stargirl. We both have. How about we head home?" Home—Laura couldn't help but smile at the word. Lily was going home with her, where she belonged.

"Okay," Lily agreed, without any complaining, knowing they had already planned their own little private celebration.

Laura said her goodbyes, thanking her friends once more for all they had done. Lily made her rounds, giving hugs and reminding everyone of the upcoming science fair.

"Thank you," Laura whispered as Levi drew her into his arms, holding her safely. "I couldn't have survived this without you."

"As much as my ego thanks you for that, you're the strongest person I know. You can survive anything." He brushed a kiss on her forehead as he leaned back, his attention turning to Lily. He pulled her into a bear hug that lifted her off the ground, causing her to giggle into his shoulder. "Goodnight, Rocket. I'm glad we'll still get to be neighbors. I'd hate to lose my partner in crime."

"I'm glad I get to stay too!" Lily beamed. "Do you want to come have celebration hot chocolate with us?"

"Celebration hot chocolate?" Levi set her back on the ground and bent down to her level. "I don't want to mess up whatever you and your mom have planned. You two have fun."

"But, there's extra marshmallows!!!" Her eyes widened, pleading with him.

"Extra marshmallows, huh?"

Lily nodded enthusiastically. "And whipped cream. And cinnamon! And chocolate syrup!"

"Wow. That is tempting." His gaze shifted to Laura, who was attempting to hide her smile behind her hands. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! You have to come!" She insisted, slipping her hand into his. "Right, mom?"

"I think she's right. I mean, how can you argue against celebration hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, AND cinnamon?" Laura shrugged in defeat as if though there were no other options than to accept.

"Then, there's nowhere else I'd rather be," Levi decided.

It didn't take long for the water to heat once they returned home. They worked together, moving through the kitchen as if it had always been like this—the three of them. Levi got the mugs ready with the powdered chocolate mix. Laura carefully poured water into each, leaving plenty of room for Lily to add all the toppings.

Marshmallows rained down over the three cups as she scooped large handfuls onto each mug. Lily grinned excitedly as she tipped the can of whipped cream, creating white, fluffy mountains, with one peak noticeably higher than the others.

"Do you think you need that much sugar before bed?" Laura questioned with a raise of her brow.

Lily's eyes widened, and she nodded enthusiastically. "It's a celebration!"

"Just this once!" Laura kissed the top of her daughter's head, her fingers trailing through her silky, black hair. Every day had always been a treasure with Lily, but now more so than ever. She would never take a second of their time together for granted.

Lily sprinkled cinnamon on hers and her mom's cups. "Do you want some, Levi?"

"Hmm‚" he pondered. He dipped his fingers through her cinnamon-dusted, whipped cream ridge, sampling it. "Mmm, that is good!"

"Hey!" Lily pouted. "No fair."

Levi laughed, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. He scooped up some of the fluffy topping off of his cup and dotted it on her nose. "Better?"

Lily's mouth fell open in surprise. Her hand was on the can of whipped cream again. The nozzle pointing at Levi, her finger hovering dangerously on the trigger, ready to set it off with the slightest change in pressure.

Their gaze narrowed at one another, the corners of their lips pulling up as silence fell in the kitchen.

"If it's war you want—" Lily began, breaking the quiet. "Then you shall have it."

Levi grabbed the plastic container of chocolate syrup, holding it up. "Two can play at that game, Rocket."

Lily stood in her chair, keeping her finger carefully on the nozzle. "I have the high ground."

Before he could respond, Laura stepped in, snatching both containers from them.

"Mom!"

"Laura," Levi moaned, matching Lily's tone but adding a teasing wink.

"You two are trouble!"

"Only the best kind of trouble, right?" Levi took his mug and lifted it up. "What do you say, rocket—partners in crime still?"

Lily lifted her mug, clinking it against his. "Space partners in crime," she added.

"How could I forget?" He took a sip of his cocoa as Lily did the same. Both of them ended up with whipped cream on their noses.

Laura sighed happily, watching the two most important people in her world laugh effortlessly together.

After about an hour of Lily vibrating from her sugar high and rattling off the names of all the stars in the night sky above them, she finally crashed on the couch. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth still attempted to finish the list.

"I think it's time for bed, my little astronomer." Laura helped her sleepy daughter to her room to get ready for bed. She tucked her carefully under the covers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good night, my beautiful girl. I love you to Andromeda and back."

She paused at the door, taking another look back. A part of her worried she'd never have this moment again. The sight of Lily safely asleep in her bed, the glow-in-the-dark stars above her keeping watch as her daughter dreamt dreams bigger than she could ever imagine.

When she returned, she found Levi where she left him on the couch. She curled into his arms.

He brushed her hair back, kissing the crown of her head. "What do you need? What can I do for you? Lily wasn't the only one with a big day."

"This," she whispered, closing her eyes as she breathed in his scent. "Just hold me."

"Done." He hugged her closer, wrapping her in his warmth. His fingers caressed her back, massaging her tenderly. "I won't let go. I love you, Laura—you 'n Lily, more than I could've thought possible."

Her body trembled, and she let out a sharp cry. The tears she had pushed down all day erupted at the sound of his confession.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you."

She buried her face in his chest, hoping to quell the tears that kept coming, not wanting to wake Lily.

"It's okay. You did good. Lily is safe. You're safe. It's going to be okay." He continued whispering tender encouragement in her ear as he kept her close, allowing the weeks of frustration and heartbreak to pour out.

Slowly, her breathing steadied, and her sobs subsided.

"That's it. You need sleep. Come on." He lifted her into his arms, much to her surprise. His brow arched as he caught her eye. "What? I said I wouldn't let go."

She nuzzled back into his neck. "Thank you...for everything."

"Shh, just rest." He carried her to her room at the end of the short hall, placing her down on the edge of the bed. He ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the last of her tears.

Her eyes were red and swollen. "Stay?"

"Are you sure?"

She stood to meet him, wobbling a little, not realizing how tired she was, but he was there to support her. She cupped his face. "I've never been more sure. I love you, Levi."

He kissed her softly. "Okay. Who am I to disagree with what the lady wants."

"Good. I'm not ready for you to let go yet." Laura slipped out of her clothes, grabbing a baggy t-shirt to put on.

"Great band!" Levi noted as he took off his pants and shirt and slid into bed. "I have the same shirt at home."

"No, you don't—" Laura climbed in, nestling into him once more. "—because this one's yours."

He breathed out a laugh as he rested his head on hers. He held her close, humming softly until she finally fell asleep in his arms.

Thank you for reading! I appreciate your support. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always amazing and make my day!

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[fayemarvels]

Backseat rider

Peter Parker x fem!reader (She/her)

Inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9lOKWFG54

I tried to write this in the second person so please tell me how you like it.

Summary: Inspired by the wonderful song Backseat Rider by Sara Kays, with my little twist on it, and with a happy ending.

You and Peter have been friends for a long time, and he promised you the first ride in his car. When you come back from your Europe trip, MJ is sitting in the passenger side. The fact that you are in love with him doesn't really help.

Or: Peter promised you a ride in his car and his stupid plan fails because he is jealous.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bad writing, grammatical mistakes,

Word count: 5.1k

English isn't my first language so please don't mind the grammar and sentence structure mistakes and stuff. If you have any suggestions on how to improve my writing, please let me know.

! Please don't repost my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you!

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9. September 2013

It was the first day of school and you were standing at a bus stop just a few blocks from your new apartment. You and your parents just moved to queens and you were starting in a new school.

With your new schoolbag which you got for your 12th birthday just 3 days ago slung over your shoulders, you tapped your foot nervously against the concrete under your newly polished shoes.

You were so excited to start 6th grade in a new school, away from the people in your old one. You were always a shy kid and some of the kids from your previous school picked on you just because of that.

The school became hell and you started making excuses as to why not to go in. At first, your parents were annoyed thinking you were just lazy. But you later opened up about your struggles and they started to take action.

But before much happened, one of your parents got a job opportunity in Queens, New York, and without much thinking, took it. When you left the school, you felt like you could finally breathe. A huge boulder fell off your shoulders and you were so excited to find some new friends and meet new people. To get a new start.

Due to the traffic, the bus came with a 7 minutes delay. And as the bus rounded the corner to arrive at the bus stop, a frazzled-looking boy came crashing into you.

Before you could crash to the ground, he caught your hand and pulled you towards him in an effort to save you from crashing into the hard ground.

“I am so so sorry, I didn’t mean to I fell asleep and burned my toast and spilled toothpaste on my shirt, and ” he took a deep breath before he continued with his rambling.

“Oh god I am so sorry, I’m rambling” He scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, truly. But I would really appreciate it if you let me go.” You said quietly and the boy’s eyes widened in horror.

“Sorry, sorry” he kept apologizing and mumbling underneath his breath.

“Please stop apologizing, nothing much happened,” You laughed lightly and he breathed out in relief.

“I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Parker,” he introduced himself more calmly. Now, that he wasn’t rambling and frantically running his hands through his hair, you could finally focus on his features. He was slightly shorter than you, with curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that were still tinted with sleep.

“Nice to meet you Peter my name is (Y/N) (L/N).” You introduced yourself and you stepped together into the bus. You looked around for two places to sit, preferably together.

“There,” Peter pointed to the back of the bus. You pushed through the crowd of people standing and made it to the seats. Peter let you sit beside the window and sat beside you.

“The public transport in new york is so horrible,” Peter whined and you raised your eyebrow.

“Is it? I just moved in like 2 weeks ago so I didn’t have much time to explore.”

“Oh, so this is your first day of a new school.” His eyes widened in realization and you nodded.

“What school are you going into?” He asked and you could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Palm tree elementary school.” You answered and Peter jumped in his seat.

“Oh my, me too, that’s so exciting, Ned will be so happy,” he squealed you smiled widely.

You talked the rest of the ride to your stop, and through the short walk to your school. This boy might just make this school much more exciting than you thought.

20. August 2019

“Okay, just wait for me outside of your apartment building I’ll come and pick you up,” Peter said into the phone and you hummed in acknowledgment.

“Okay Petey, I’ll be waiting, I missed you so much throughout the summer, I’m sorry I didn’t call” you apologized feeling guilty.

“It’s okay, I get it, I was the one to suggest it. Okay, I’m leaving, I’ll be at yours in about 10 minutes. ”

You and your family went to Europe for the majority of summer. You tried to keep in contact but of course, it was hard the time difference made it very difficult to find a time where you both can call and don’t lose sleep.

The first person to stop trying was Peter. On a rare call one night, he informed you that he didn’t want you to lose sleep just because you wanted to talk to him

“Don’t worry, you’ll tell me everything when you get back, just don’t forget to bring me souvenirs.” Peter teased and you laughed sadly. You missed him so much and the heavy feeling in your heart wouldn’t go away.

“Okay, just prepare yourself because I’ve gotten you a souvenir from every single location we went to.” You sniffled.

“Hey, don’t cry, everything will be alright nothing will change I promise.”

10 minutes later, Peter pulled up to your parking lot and your heart skipped a beat. Your smile widened and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. This was the first time you saw Peter after a month and a half. You returned from Europe only 4 days ago so you used that time to get rid of the jet lag.

Your smile dropped when you saw a shadow sitting on the passenger side. You shook your head and moved closer to the car. Peter stepped out of the car and you flung your arms around him. He tensed for a bit before he wrapped you up in his arms and breathed in your scent.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea,” he mumbled into your neck and you pressed your lips into his hair.

“I missed you too, for the last two weeks, my parents were a pain in the ass,” you complained and Peter laughed. Then he got serious.

“Well, at least you have parents.”

“...”

“I’m just kidding, don’t worry bug,” he giggled and you hit his shoulder lightly.

“I hate these jokes,” you complained.

“I know, that’s why I make them.” He giggled and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay. C’mon, I have my classmate MJ here, I wanted to introduce you two he stepped away and you wrapped yourself around yourself.”

Peter opened the back door for you and you thanked him. When you got into the car he closed the door behind you and quickly got into the driver seat.

“So MJ, this is (Y/N). Bug, this is MJ.” He introduced you two and you waved awkwardly.

“Hi, I heard about you so much, is so nice to meet you.” MJ greeted and you smiled.

“I would like to say the same but Peter has never talked of you,” you scratched your neck shyly and MJ waved her hand.

“It’s fine, me and Peter only started hanging out about 3 weeks ago, but we’ve gotten a lot closer.” She explained and you nodded.

“So, Peter told me you are in an art school,” Mj started and you shuffled to the edge of your seat so you could hear better.

“Yeah, I do interior design, color pallets, and furniture designs.” You explained and MJ nodded her head.

“That sounds really cool, you’ll be the first I’ll contact when I’m furnishing my house” MJ laughed and you giggled.

“Yeah sure, just give me a call,”

But then, it got quiet. You just relaxed against the seat behind you and closed your eyes for a few moments.

“So, I saw the star wars movies the other day, it was so good,” MJ exclaimed and Peter laughed out loud.

“I tried to get this lady into it but she hated it. The same with star trek.” Peter said, pointing at you.

“Yeah, I hate it so much,” you chimed in but they didn’t respond. They just continued laughing and talking without you. You couldn’t help but think that they looked so much like the two of you looked when you talked about both of your favorite things.

----

MJ sat in the passenger seat for the next five weeks. When you traveled to school, from school, or even during the weekends.

She was there every single time Peter came to pick you up. And to be honest, it hurt just a bit more every single time you saw her sitting in the front seat of his car.

-----

You and Peter were supposed to go to see the new astronomical exhibition today. You were getting ready in your room when your eyes drifted over a framed picture on your vanity table. It was taken last summer, before he got his car, before MJ. You had taken it with your Kodak disposable camera in a parking lot in front of your local Target. You remember it like it was yesterday.

21. July 2018

It was around 10 p.m. when you and Peter left the target with a plastic bag of candy and a brand new disposable camera that you found in the sale aisle. You tore the safety tape away from the box and pulled out the instruction manual.

“I’m so excited; I’ve never had any of these.” You exclaimed and Peter chuckled at your happy face, threw his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you in closer to him.

“You are going to love it, it’s so fun. Especially because you have no idea how the photos are gonna turn out.” He smiled and you nodded.

“I always watch the tiktoks of people’s reactions to the developed photos, and they always look so happy, I want to try it.” you declared and pulled the camera out of the box.

“First things first bug, just a quick info, you need a lot of lightning for the photos to turn out good,” Peter explained and you waved your hand mindlessly, messing around with your temporary camera.

You quickly pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. You put the phone on the ground in front of him and he looked at you puzzled.

“Will you do me a favor and be the first photo on this camera’s film?” You asked him and Peter nodded, acting very posh and snobby.

“It would be an honor, my lady,” he faked a bow and you burst out laughing.

“Okay smile for me,” you giggled and Peter smiled widely. He was so beautiful. Hair messy, and a hoodie a little too big on his body, with the long sleeves making cute sweater paws.

“Come onnn take the picture so we can eat the sweets,” Peter whined and you quickly snapped the picture of him. He bent down, took your phone from the ground, and turned off the flashlight.

“Come on I even got us and your fuzzy socks so your toes won’t get cold,” he said and you hugged him from behind.

“you are the best, you know that?” you mumbled and he shrugged.

“Might’ve mentioned it a few times before” You let him go and he pulled out the blanket from his backpack.

“Come on let’s sit here,” he pulled you towards the curb a few feet away from the spot you were standing at. He sat down, wrapped his arms around your legs, and rested his face on your stomach.

“Let’s sit here and eat all these delicious candies” he looked at you with wide eyes and you dragged your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“Okay Doll, let’s do this,” you teased and he blushed hard.

“Stoop you know I blush when you call me that,” he complained and you laughed softly. You gently unwrapped his arms from your legs and sat down next to him.

“So, let dig in,” you rubbed your palms together and he put the bag between you two.

“I want the Reese’s,” you said and Peter handed them to you.

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“Smiile,” you smushed your cheek against Peter’s and he smiled into the camera. The flash had gone off and you smiled to yourself.

“I bet this one’s gonna be so good.” He said and you nodded.

“So, as I was saying, May told me that she wants to buy me a car for my 18th birthday. I don’t know how she wants to do that but I’m not complaining.” Peter gushed and you wrapped your arms around his middle.

“I’m so happy for you, you deserve it.” You smiled and Peter continued.

“I want to take you on a road trip when we finish school. All around the US. From New York to L.A,” he looked at you hopefully and you smiled at him widely.

“That sounds so good, we can go to grand canyon and Zion and so much more, Oh my God, we will need so much more of these disposable cameras. Peter, we need so much food and tents and sleeping bags and maps.” You took a deep breath before you continued.

“We should make a checklist, we should start preparing, Peter why are we sitting here?” you asked and Peter gently shushed you by putting his pointer finger on your lips.

“We still have 2 years bug, no need to overthink it, everything is gonna be fine.” He assured you and you nodded.

“Come here,” he pulled you towards him and your head landed on his chest. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent.

----

You were pulled back to reality when your phone rang. It was Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), we are nearly here, only about 4 minutes.” He informed and your breath got stuck in your throat. ‘WE’. MJ is coming with you. He didn’t ask, he didn’t inform you beforehand. He just invited her.

“Ummm Pete I’m suddenly not feeling very well, I think I should go and lay down, maybe you should go alone,” you mumbled and he hummed.

“Okay, get better alright? We can go somewhere tomorrow.” He suggested and you hummed in agreement, as you couldn’t do anything else without breaking down.

“Okay (Y/N) goodnight, get well soon. I’ll see you tomorrow” He didn’t wait for your response before he hung up.

You stared at the phone as the tears cascaded down your cheeks and you put no effort into stopping them. You slowly wiped off the makeup you put on just a few moments prior and threw out the cotton pad.

You stood up from your vanity and moved over to your bed. You couldn’t understand it. What have you done wrong? Just a few months prior, Peter would drop everything to be with you when you weren’t feeling that well. Now, he didn’t even ask what was wrong.

You cursed yourself as you tried to keep your sobs at bay. You lost him and it was all your fault. If you called more often or at least texted and kept in contact during the summer, everything would be fine. He wouldn’t be in his car with someone else but with you. But the more you thought about it the more your mind betrayed you,

‘Wait, he was the one to suggest that you two would stop the contact, did he get tired of you? Did he want to get rid of you? Is he sending signals by hanging out with MJ every single time they should be hanging out alone?’ the thoughts in your brain were running around before they suddenly stopped.

“He didn’t call me bug,” you realized. He always called you bug, never (Y/N). He only called you that when he was annoyed or angry with you. You started thinking back to every single hangout you had in the past 5 weeks to see if you could stumble upon a memory where you angered or annoyed him. Nothing.

Your shoulders sagged and you put your face in your hands.

“What should I do now,” you asked yourself as you tried to remain calm and not to let any more sobs out. As you looked around your room, slowly calming down, you saw a piece of Peter’s hoodie peeking out from your closet. In a rage of fury, sadness, and anger, you quickly gathered every single piece of clothing Peter ever gave you and put them in a cardboard box.

Taking out a piece of paper, you took your favorite pen and started writing a little note for your now ‘ex’ best friend.

Dear Peter, returning your clothes, maybe you can give them to MJ, now that she is your best friend and you don’t care about me. Could’ve at least told me you didn’t want me in your life anymore, instead of sending mixed signals and hurting me by that. Fuck you. – Love, (Y/N)

You signed it with fury coursing through your veins and closed the box with duct tape. You swiped the stray tears that fell down your cheeks and threw on a hoodie.

“Going out for a few minutes!” you shouted to your parents and closed the door, before hearing their response. After putting the hood up, you opened the window to the fire escape and you threw your legs over the window sill, taking the full cardboard box with you.

“Let’s do this,” you mumbled to yourself and dropped down to the ground.

----

The walk to Peter’s apartment didn’t take long, only about 10 minutes. But the walk felt so much longer this time, maybe because this would probably be the last time you would ever make it. You started tearing up just at that thought. You didn’t think this is how it would end. Six years of friendship ended just because you were too annoying. You shook your head and continued walking; you couldn’t afford to burst into tears in the middle of the road.

You stopped in front of Peter’s apartment and let out a shaky breath. This is it. You knew May would be at work, so you let yourself in with the key, underneath their doormat. You stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind you. You rushed into Peter’s room and threw the box on his bed. You didn’t want to linger around and experience the pain of remembering all of the memories you and Peter shared in this room.

You looked around one more time, and your eyes watered when you saw your favorite t-shirt thrown over his chair. You really wanted to take it but decided to against it. ‘He can do whatever he wants’ you thought and closed the door behind you.

The walk from his apartment wasn’t much better. But it was a bit shorter than the one before. You hadn’t had much time to think this time. You just came out of his building and in a few seconds, you were laying in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Now, that you calmed down a bit and your head cleared, you laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, face blank of any emotion. You got pulled back into reality by your phone vibrating. You sat up and moved the phone closer to your face. It was Peter.

You had 6 missed calls and 26 unread messages from the curly-haired boy. But you decided to ignore them and turned on the airplane mode. You curled up into a ball and snuggled up into your fluffy blanket. It was going to get better, you will get better, the pain will subdue, the anger will not.

You were so damn angry at him. How could he do this to you, string you along when he doesn’t want you in his life anymore? Letting a few tears slip, you let your eyelids droop and let your mind wander into the darkness of sleep.

----

“I don’t understand, what does she mean by a new best friend? What does she mean by not want her in my life anymore?” Peter asked as he paced around his room, with your note crumpled up in his right hand.

“I think you did the opposite of what you wanted to do you know?” MJ interrupted him and he looked at her horrified.

“This is all my fault, I’m the reason she feels like this,” he mumbled and continued pacing in circles.

“Remind me why you wanted to do this again?” MJ scoffed and Peter stopped to think.

“To make her jealous,” he mumbled and MJ stood up and hit him across the forehead with a rolled-up engineering magazine she found randomly thrown under his pillow.

“You are so stupid, Peter. And I can’t believe I helped you. But at least I got the cute girl’s number,” she mumbled the last part and Peter ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

“I fucked up,” he announced and MJ glared at him.

“Yeah, no shit genius. Remind me how this started again. In detail and soak in just how stupid you are,” she growled out and he got lost in the painful memory.

----

It was around 3 weeks after his best friend left for Europe, he was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when he saw a photo she posted just 4 hours ago. He went to like it but his thumb froze before he could double-tap. It was a photo of her smiling, looking as beautiful as ever, on a beach with a sunset behind her. But it wasn’t her that made him freeze, it was the boy that was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She was grinning at him, her smile shining brighter than all of the stars in the night sky.

“Who the fuck are you?” Peter mumbled to himself as he looked over more of the photos in the post. As he scrolled, the pair of them only grew closer on the pictures. Them sharing a meal, them in the sea, them on a carnival with a huge green teddy bear in her arms. Just from the last picture, it was clear that the boy won the plushie in one of those shitty scam carnival games Peter couldn’t play even if he really wanted to.

But what really got him, was the post from her private Instagram, the boy from the previous photos was kissing her on the corner of her mouth. Tears gathered up in his eyes as he exited the app and ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

‘Could she have a boyfriend? But she didn’t tell me,’ his breathing got quicker and he had a sudden urge to puke. Before he could stop himself, he opened his contacts app and scrolled to find MJ’s phone number, she could help him.

“Hey, I know this is a lot to ask but I need you to help me make my best friend jealous.” Those words came from his mouth before he could even think about them.

----

“I told you before you started with this stupid plan of yours that it won’t work out,” MJ snapped him out of his mind. Peter stared into the distance before he snapped out of it.

“I need to go and see her, I need to explain,” Peter rushed out before MJ stopped him.

“You need to give her some time, she wouldn’t want to see you, and only get angry or even more upset.” She explained and Peter nodded in understatement.

“You are right, I will let her cool off for a week, and then talk to her,” Peter concluded. MJ blinked in surprise.

“Are you sure you want to give her a week? I was thinking more like 2 days, not 7,” MJ said cautiously and Peter huffed out angrily.

“God, why are you so cryptic, why can’t you just tell me and help,”

“Because this is your relationship, that is on line, not mine. And you want me to solve this for you,” MJ raised her voice and Peter rolled his eyes.

“God, this is useless” he mumbled and the girl in front of him scoffed.

“I can just leave if that’s what you want,” She stood up to leave but Peter grabbed her forearm gently.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just really anxious and I want to see her. But you are right, I shouldn’t leave her without explanation for such a long period of time,” Peter apologized and MJ nodded.

“I need to go, mum wants to watch this new movie she saw in Target, I’ll text you okay?”

“Okay bye, enjoy the movie,” Peter mumbled and MJ walked out of his room.

“Great Parker, just great,” he mumbled to himself as he watched her leave through his window.

----

2 days later

Peter was standing in front of your school, waiting for you to finish. The last two days have been torture for him and he couldn’t wait to talk to you. When he heard the bell ring on the inside of the building, he stood up from the bench he was sitting on and moved closer to the main entrance, just a precaution and so he wouldn’t miss you walking out.

He started to get worried when he didn’t see you walk out even after 15 minutes.

‘Maybe they had some science lab and are cleaning up or something he thought to himself to calm down a bit. Then, he saw one of your friends, Bee, walk out and he waved at them.

“Hey, she isn’t here today,” Bee said to Peter. He only frowned. That’s weird.

“Okay, thanks Bee, do you think she could be at home? Is she sick?” Peter asked and Bee frowned at him.

“I thought you were best friends, you don’t know where she is?” Bee asked him and Peter looked down looking very guilty.

“We had a fight,” he mumbled and Bee scoffed.

“Well, I guess you fucked up pretty bad because she never misses school.”

“I know, I fucked up and I hurt her, but I just want to make it better, I gave her time to cool off and now, I need to apologize,” Peter explained and Bee nodded their head.

“Okay Parker, last chance, if you hurt her to this extent ever again, I’ll kick you in the balls.” Bee threatened and Peter nodded.

“Don’t worry, this is the first and last time this has ever happened, won’t hurt her ever again, I promise,” Peter said and Bee could tell his words were genuine.

“Fine Parker go, and if she is not at school tomorrow, you are a dead man, I’m telling you that right now.”

“Don’t worry Bee, I’m going to make this right,” Peter promised as he walked away from your school.

----

“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Your mom called out and you looked from under your blanket. You couldn’t function correctly for the past few days, the loss of your best friend being too much to bear.

“Tell them to go away please,” you mumbled and she shook her head sadly. You stopped crying a while ago, no tears left in your body.

You heard a gentle knock on your door.

“Hey bug,” You whipped your head towards the voice, and the tears you thought ran out, welled up in your eyes. He was there, even after he exchanged you for someone else.

“Pete,” you whispered and he quickly walked towards you and sat on your bed. You threw yourself into his arms but then quickly pulled back and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and Peter shook his head.

“I came to apologize, I hurt you by my actions and made you think something, that isn’t true at all,” he explained and you tilted your head, reminding Peter of a cute, confused puppy.

“I will just tell you the truth, and hope you will be able to forgive me.”

“I was jealous. It’s simple as that, and now that I’ve said it out loud, it sounds so stupid.” He took a deep breath and slowly tangled his fingers in yours.

“The truth is, I have feelings for you. You know what? Scratch that, I’m in love with you and have been for a long time. When I saw you with the guy in Europe, being all cute and sweet together, I just lost it.” He confessed and looked up to see your face. You had an unreadable expression on your face.

“Fuck, he even got you a huge teddy bear from the carnival scam games, I could never do that for you, and I know you love that corny stuff.” He said with a shaky voice and could feel the tears push into his eyes.

“I wanted to make you jealous, but I hurt you instead and that hurts me even more than seeing you with that boy.” He said and then kneeled on the floor beside your bed. He took your other hand into his and kissed your knuckles gently.

“I’m so sorry Bug, please forgive me,” he begged as he put his forehead against your hand. The tears that gathered in his eyes flowed freely down his perfect face and it hurt you to see him like this. You took your hand away from his and you could see the quick flash of pain on his face. You caught one tear with your finger and whispered.

“Please don’t cry, I’m going to cry too,” he quickly looked up and smiled sadly, when he saw your sunken and tired face.

“I forgive you, Peter.” You said with a crack in your voice.

“And you know, it actually worked out, I was so jealous when I saw you with her.” You confessed.

“I love you too Peter, I always have” you whispered and Peter’s face lit up with joy.

“You, do?” He asked and you nodded with a slight smile on your face.

“I do, so so much,” You caressed his cheek, shuffled closer to him, and kissed him on the forehead.

“Come here and lay with me,” you demanded and Peter chuckled.

“Well, what my lovebug wants, she gets.” Peter teased and you hid your face in the blanket.

“I kinda like it,” you whispered shyly and Peter laughed lightly.

“Scoot over love, let me lay with you.” You shuffled over and Peter slipped under your blanket. He laid down and slowly maneuvered your body, to lay comfortably on his chest.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow, we’ll work it out, I promise.” You mumbled and Peter nodded and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, Peter”

“I love you my Bug,” It was quiet for a bit before Peter spoke once again.

“So, who was the boy in the photos?”

“PETER!”

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E121 (Jan. 19, 2021)

Aaaand we're back! The epic pet montage at the start is still the greatest thing ever.

Tonight's guests? Matthew Mercer and Marisha Ray!

We begin with an extensive discussion of waffle farts. As you do.

Matt is asked what it's been like to get to build out the characters in the Tombtakers. Lucien is Matt's favorite, but they've all got some fun traits to them. "It's one of those rare experiences as a dungeon master where you get to watch your players combat with the necessity of playing along. The instinct is: fuck these guys, I want to fight them, we'll take their shit... or I guess we have to play nice. And they begrudgingly grit their teeth and I smile internally."

On the Lucien accent: "You guys are all so mean to Taliesin!" Matt knew his own take would be a "weird mutation" of Mollymauk's accent anyway.

How's Marisha feeling about a lot of her predictions panning out? "Aw, I mean, gee, me? What? Noooo. It's definitely vindicating, I'm not gonna lie, and rewarding, but I also know that I write a lot of shit down in that notebook that's never relevant ever again. It's definitely a good feeling to know that I didn't go on that fifteen-minute deep dive and was utterly wrong about everything I said." Matt: "I was super proud. I was just silently cheering you on as you went on these long tangents."

What does Lucien think of the Mighty Nein? "Lucien is definitely curious about why they're getting involved in his shit and what they're planning alongside them. One, he hates Beau because he doesn't like people who challenge his authority. He gravitates towards Jester to an extent because she's the most open, which from his standpoint makes her easiest to manipulate. He loves toying with curiosity, and so between Jester and Caleb, those are the two people that he's the most comfortable interacting with. Caduceus makes him feel a little weird. He's amused by them. Fjord to Lucien is one of the more guarded and less accessible at the moment."

Is Beau enjoying getting under Lucien's skin? "Beau's picking and poking still kind of stems from her defensiveness and guardedness and her feelings, in a lot of ways, and the way that she's coping with things. It's a few steps removed from her default and what she often resorts to when she starts throwing up those barriers. She still has in the back of her head that she's looking at her dead friend. It's her way of protecting herself if she can go, fuck you, I don't care about you. This isn't too dissimilar to the way she reacted when Yasha was brainwashed." Matt: "It's a unique social sparring match the whole time they're traveling side-by-side. It's unique to have an antagonistic force that you're--" Marisha: "That we're going camping with."

Navigating the Tombtaker/M9 relationship as a DM is "challenging. At any given moment, a wrong statement could escalate matters one way or the other. It's having to pay attention to a lot of things at all points in time to be ready for how those chain reactions can happen and where it might go." He likens it to trying to follow and participate in two different conversations simultaneously at a party.

On the note from Yasha: "Oh man, you guys. Oh, it was so sweet. I don't think Beau was expecting Yasha to be so forthcoming with everything, and so complimentary and eloquent. Beau is awkward with healthy relationships, so she doesn't know how to handle them. She's still processing that and wants to not ruin it. No, it was magical." Ashley told Marisha after the episode that she was trying to think of what to say and wound up basing it on what she would say about Marisha.

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Vax (by stormfeather_cosplay, photograph by travi_b, both on Instagram)!

On using variations on the Wild Magic table: "I wanted to give it some variation to consequences. They took some of the tooth out of it from earlier editions. I knew it would be fun once I gave them the specifications of when these things would happen - players are just waiting for someone to roll a 20 or a 1 at all times."

Why is it so important to Beau that she and Yasha have a proper date? Part of it is a fresh start. "So much of Beau's past relationships have been rooted in some toxic behavior. Beau feels like, well, maybe we should just start from the beginning in the most us way possible: fighting through the tundra with our dead-ish friend."

The sci-fi-ish theme came toward the end of developing Aeor, but it mostly comes from rationalization. Matt is intrigued by how all these different societies want to usurp the gods... which has parallels with modern society. He notes that focusing more on the science of the magic means the aesthetics pull away to "instead facilitate the utility or the most direct route to the answers you want. You streamline as opposed to focusing on the aesthetics."

Beau’s reaction to all the weird magic stuff? “I think Beau’s just so focused on the pragmatic aspects of it all right now. There are greedy people with motives and the will and want to corrupt across all spans of cultures and times. She’s trying not to get lost in the magic, both proverbially and literally, of it all, and just trying to focus on the motives of these people at hand.”

In some ways, Matt was surprised by Caduceus’ strong reaction to the creepy woods. “It was the first major reveal that there are some other sides to the coin that he hadn’t learned about. I had no idea how he would react. It pushed him away more in ways than I expected.”

Fan art of the week: an amazing Lucien! (by oratorkayla on Twitter)

What’s Dagen’s motivation? “He’s definitely a man of his word when it comes to fulfilling a contract and getting the other half of his pay, but it’s not hard to see they’ve grown on him a little bit. He’s really good at getting around the tundra unseen and unnoticed.”

Brian: “In true Sam fashion-” Marisha, instantly: “OH MY GOD.”

Marisha: “Here’s the thing. Here’s the tea, okay? If I ever hear one more fucking person trying to claim that I’m ruining things by metagaming, I’m going to point to Sam. I’m expected to respond accordingly to Veth being a Sam troll. Gods damn him! Raven Queen curse upon him! Let chaos reign! He made me pull out my earphones, I can’t hear anything you’re saying. It’s frustrating because I’d be mad at it if it wasn’t so god damn funny.” Matt notes that at a different table this wouldn’t be great behavior, but they all know each other well enough (and check in with each other enough) that it’s comfortable teasing.

With a bit of a deeper pull, Matt is asked whether he knew Avantika would return someday? “I knew she was a fun, interesting option out there. The M9 still have in their grasp the single most important artifact, in Uk’otoa’s opinion, at the moment. As long as they carry that artifact, his eye of Sauron is upon them.” Matt notes that he has more encounter tables going, so a lot of the time even he’s not sure what’s going to happen.

Caduceus suggested contacting Essek, but Beau and Caleb nixed that idea. Does Beau trust him? “Gods no. Absolutely not. She can like Essek personally. As a person, he’s fine, I guess. But I think a lot of people might be forgetting that he’s kind of a war criminal and kind of set off a lot of bad things in motion with this war with the Empire and the Dynasty, because he wanted power and to know things. So now here he is, also in Aeor. Yeah. Just kinda putting two and two together there. It is another one of those things of, you’re walking that line on trying to keep him on your good side and having a mutually beneficial relationship before it could easily go completely south.”

On the Star Razor being a Vestige: “I don’t want this to be--- the Vestiges aren’t always a thing where it’s like, you get a Vestige and you get a Vestige! I want them to be still considered special and rare. This is one that had to be earned, it had to be reforged. I didn’t know the circumstances that would involve it coming about.” He based it on the circumstances of Fjord’s evolution into a paladin. “In essence, not only did he finish the creation of the sword, but he Awakened it at the same time as he made this transition. It is Exalted at this point, it’s in its final form.”

What does Beau think might lie ahead? “I have no idea. I am trying to abandon expectation when it comes to that. I know what we don’t know, and that’s it. Beau is trying to compensate for the known unknowns and the unknown unknowns. I hope we can keep this tenuous relationship through to Aeor, because we need more answers before it explodes in our face. Beau, and Marisha, is hoping for a little more information before shit hits the fan.”

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