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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

#disaster lineage #Anakin Skywalker #CodyWan #Commander Cody #Obi Wan Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Shmi Skywalker #Maul #Darth Maul #Rexsoka #time travel #de aging #baby characters #Quinlan Vos #Phoenix Posts #Commander Buir

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tintinwrites · 6 years

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soft | Modern Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: So this isn’t a request and idk if anything like this has been written before, but it came to me while I was hanging up a suit jacket at work and they are just SO SOFT INSIDE

Rating: T.

Warning: Naughty words and sexual references.

Word count: 1,449 words, I think. this was supposed to be short

Summary: You, a bridesmaid, and Poe, a groomsman, bond over how terrible the bride and groom are, and Poe has nothing but big dick energy okay

"Who puts their bridesmaids in short, strapless dresses in the middle of winter? A bitch, that's who. Only a horrible human being would do this."

Your words would have sounded angrier if your voice wasn't shaking from the chill biting right through you. Even with your arms wrapped around yourself, you might as well have been naked with the way you were freezing in your definitely out of season dress.

Your words also would have had more impact if you were ranting to someone.

But no. You were standing outside all by yourself, pacing and bouncing from one foot to the other to keep the thick layer of snow on the ground from soaking into the open-toed shoes you were forced to wear. They were heels, too, and you were surprised you hadn't tripped and fallen over as you paced and bounced.

"Oh, and she is. I always knew that. Why did I agree to be in her wedding?"

"You're a pushover?"

The sudden voice made you misstep and now you did trip, crying out as you fell right over into a small snowbank. "Fuck, that's cold!"

"Sorry." The voice was sincere even if the owner was laughing. Two hands came to your arms and hauled you to your feet, bringing you face to face with Poe Dameron.

You...kind of knew him. He was one of the groomsmen, but you were walking with Finn rather than him, so you hadn't exactly spent time with him. You probably didn't go further than an introduction, and you only remembered hearing him talk to other people at the rehearsal dinner.

The bride told you that he was a 'perverted asshole with total small dick energy' while the groom told you that he was only in the wedding out of pressure from loved ones. He was a pilot. Or was in the Air Force. Or traveled on planes a lot. Or...was part of the mile high club?

Okay, you honestly couldn't remember what you were told he did.

All you knew was that he was — apparently — a jerk. He couldn't have been too bad, though, since the incredibly drunk bride admitted to you at her bachelorette party that she would 'jump at the chance to ride him like a horse'.

"It's co-cool." You brushed some snow off of your dress. You noticed him smirking at you and furrowed your brow before realizing why he was. "Th-that wasn't a pun."

"Sure." He slipped his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, taking in a deep breath and letting it out with a white puff because of the cold air. "So, let me know if I'm overstepping my bounds here, but I saw you storm out crying. Figured I'd make sure you were okay."

"I wasn't crying." It was one tear. One tear! And you wiped it away pretty quickly, so you thought no one saw.

He shook his head. "Okay, okay. You still stormed out, though. You know, I hear ranting feels better when someone's listening."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Alright." He turned around to walk back into the venue, where the reception was being held.

"—she is just such a bitch."

He immediately spun on his heel, grinning knowingly. You wouldn't be surprised if he was counting to three in his head, but you were just so angry and his offer to listen was incredibly tempting.

"I know I shouldn't use that name, but she is! Look at what she's having us wear! Who in their right mind picks out shoes and dresses like this when they know they're getting married in the winter?"

"So you were crying— sorry, not crying because of your dress?"

"Yes." You paused, reaching up to rub your forehead. "No." He was giving you this expectant look that made you feel that you could absolutely tell him everything. "I told her I needed to leave a little early. She was expecting everyone to stay well into the night and party, but I'm just a little tired from all the wedding planning and stuff."

"I'm guessing she didn't take it well based on the reaction I saw when her grandmother left."

"She called me...a word I won't be repeating outside of the bedroom, told me I was going to die alone and childless, said she never wanted to see me again, and honestly said she was going to slap me before her dear husband stopped her." Now that you had started, you were on a roll, walking back and forth again. "And, like, so what if she's horrible and got a husband before me? He's kind of horrible, too. And in the next couple of years, she's probably gonna pop out a baby that she's not even going to love properly, but, you know, whatever." You were crying again, more than one tear.

"Hey, don't cry. Your tears will freeze to your face."

You gave a pitiful laugh, wiping the tears away. "It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if it got to you." He pursed his lips for a moment, then walked over to be closer to you. "Look, I'm gonna tell you something, okay?" He waited for you to nod. "Okay. You are one fine piece of ass. Some guy's gonna come along and marry you, and give you as many babies as you want."

"Yeah. I guess." You might have been blushing thanks to his flattering words.

"She's just a horrible person."

"True." There was a long stretch of silence, both of you looking at each other. "At the bachelor party, you-know-who got pissed that we didn't get a stripper. He tried to get one himself, but Finn and I stopped him. 'Course, he went into the bathroom and ordered five strippers on his phone, and we spent the whole night keeping his drunk ass from touching them, but we tried."

How low were you standards for men that you found it sweet for him to disapprove of a soon-to-be-married man getting a stripper?

"If it helps, I'm proud of you." You smiled at him, then frowned when you felt something light and cold hit your nose. You looked up at the dark sky to see snowflakes starting to fall. "It wasn't freezing enough already? Great." You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

Poe shrugged off his suit jacket, stepping even closer so he could pull it around your shoulders. He was practically pressed against you and you were aware of just how good he smelled.

You were also aware that he wasn't a 'perverted asshole with total small dick energy', and you should have known that anyway since you were told that by a horrible person.

"You don't have to..." You were definitely blushing now.

"I've still got sleeves and pants. You're about to freeze your ass off."

You bit your lip, brushing your fingers against the soft, silky lining of the jacket.

"How can I repay you?"

"Well, there is one thing you can do."

"Yes?"

"Tell me you love me."

You gave a laugh that was far less pitiful now. "You move really fast, you know that?"

"Some people find it charming." His grin was so goofy, and sweet, and genuine, and beautiful.

"I'm sure they do." Your grin was flattered, and delighted, and intrigued, and fighting to keep from getting too wide because you basically just actually met this man and it was crazy for you to already like him so much. "I should really be getting home."

"Let me walk you to your car?"

"Yeah, I slept over her house with the other girls and we all came together, so my car is at home."

"Man." He chuckled. "Okay, let me drive you."

"You really don't have to do that."

"I insist."

You should have protested, right? Not only did you hardly know him, but it wasn't fair to put him out. You imagined he wouldn't give up, though, and your other options were to get an Uber or cab that might not even come, or walk through the snow. "Okay."

"Great. Right this way, ma'am." He gestured to a spot in the parking lot, waiting for you before you started walking together.

"Wait, you're not a serial killer, right?"

"Shit! I knew I forgot to mention something. What about you?"

You shrugged. "I'll just say that if you come into my apartment and wake up restrained in the bathtub, it's your own fault."

"Kinky.”

You slipped on a bit of ice as you were getting in the passenger seat, and he was quick to take your hand from under his jacket.

His hand was practically frozen, but he gave no indication. He just smiled at you and helped you into the car.

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic #I have no idea who the bride and groom are #use your imagination and choose whoever feels right #is my modern Poe in character #thank you so much for reading!#soft #added that tag in later because this is now a series!

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goldstarrbb · 6 years

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SAVIOR | BUNNYBEAR

Who: Rachel Berry & James St. James

What: After meeting up with Eric Rachel freaks out and goes to the St. James residence. Things are admitted that even Rachel wasn’t ready to let out.

Where: Lima Ohio, the St. James residence

When: Thursday, October 11th

Warnings: smut mention, rape implication, feels

RACHEL

Rachel stands outside the St. James residence hoping that her knocking on the door wouldn’t wake anyone up if they are sleeping. She tries her luck though, needing James.

JAMES

James shows up at the door with a cup of tea and answers it with a concerned expression. "Rachel? It's like midnight. You okay?"

RACHEL

“Did I wake you?” Rachel pushes passed him, careful to not bump him and spill his tea on the floor or worse, on him. “I don’t know.”

JAMES

"No. I'm working on my sectionals thing." James shrugs and closes the door after she enters the house. "I still don't know what song I'm doing, but I'm doing a solo."

RACHEL

“Oh. You’re doing something? That’s great.” She manages a small smile, hoping it was bright enough. She really did feel enthusiastic about him performing.June 9, 2018

JAMES

"I'm performing Stutter, and Micah has been kicking my ass with that choreography. Boy goes hard when it comes to dance, doesn't he?" He chuckles. "Want to have a cup of tea and hear it?"(edited)

RACHEL

Rachel’s face falls at the mention of her brother. “I’ll just hear you sing if that is alright?”

JAMES

"Yeah, I can just sing. Whats up with Micah? Your smile fell."

RACHEL

“It doesn’t matter. Just sing for me! I love when you do!” She grins at him.

JAMES

"Don't laugh. I'm going to end up probably losing my voice right after sectionals with this." He laughs and turns on the music to practice the song.

RACHEL

"I could never laugh at you." She promises, sitting back so that she could properly watch him. She's smiling, liking how confident he had become. "I think it is wonderful. I'm hoping my song will fit in with all the others as there is a common theme and Don't Rain on My Parade doesn't fit it." She shrugs.

JAMES

"If not. Then I will love how much you stand out." James smiles at his best friend. "I would show you the dance, but I think you guys learned it already."

RACHEL

“I always stand out.” Rachel says seriously, before nodding. “I do know it but if you want to run through it, that’s okay.”

JAMES

"We can do that. Where are you placed exactly? Are you one of the girls we have as my backup singers?" He asked, pushing the sofa out of the way so they could practice. "I know I'm supposed to take someone and start dancing with them but they never came to that rehearsal."

RACHEL

“I’ve been at every rehearsal I’m supposed to be at.” Rachel says softly. “I meant if you wanted to run through it...not us. But I guess can dance with you”

JAMES

"Then I need that person. My routine depends on it." James bit his lip. "Rachel, do you want to dance a part of the song with me?"

RACHEL

“For now or for sectionals?” She raises an eyebrow. She felt too tired for this but he would know something is wrong if she turned down an opportunity to perform.

JAMES

"Both. Obviously that person isn't coming to sectionals if they haven't been to rehearsals. You're honestly the only person I would trust to dance with me anyway."

RACHEL

“Okay. Then you can teach me.” She smiles, moving to the center of the floor with him and following his steps, catching on quick.

JAMES

"You got this, or do you want to practice again?" He asks with a grin and lets her go . "You caught on quicker than I did."

RACHEL

"We can practice again. That's fine and then you should probably reheat your tea since I interrupted your drinking it." Rachel can't help but laugh a little. "I happen to be a dancer is all and you're a good dancer but not classically trained."

JAMES

"My tea will be fine. Perhaps you will join me after this." He smiles. "Okay, ready? Correct me in what I might be doing wrong. I know how much winning sectionals would mean to you."

RACHEL

“If I join you we’ll get to talking and I’m not sure I want to talk.” She admits, before nodding. “Of course. You’ll be the perfect trained dancer when I’m done with you.” Rachel continues nibbling at her lip as she makes a few corrections here and there mostly posture and pointing toes. She hopes she’s not being insulting.June 10, 2018

JAMES

"Maybe it will do one or both of use good to talk. You don't have to talk, of course. But if you want, I will listen." James smiles, then follows her instructions. He doesn't get angry, because he knows that she is just wanting him to be better.

RACHEL

Rachel smiles. “I hope we win this year. It would feel really amazing and be good for the club, get us some respect maybe.” She helps him push the couch back in place and then grabs his hand to lead him to the kitchen. “Sit! I’ll make myself a cup and we’ll talk.”

JAMES

"Winning sectionals would be pretty cool. Even if some people would still roll their eyes" James admits and lets himself be led to the kitchen. "Yes, madame." he moves to reheat his tea, then sits down.

RACHEL

“They’re just judgmental. One day we’ll be far superior and they’ll regret their actions when it is too late for them.” Rachel shrugs, going to grab a mug, and then a tea bag from his extensive collection. The last step is pouring the water into the mug. “So I got dropped off here by Eric.” Rachel says quietly once she sits down.

JAMES

"Eric. I don't know who that is." James reaches for her hand and takes it gently, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm here for you, sweets. What's up?"

RACHEL

“He...he has purple hair.” Rachel offers, realizing how little she knows of him. “I know you are and I’m here for you even if it hasn’t seemed like that.” She sighs, “I went to do. To do naughty things with him.”

JAMES

"Oh, I've seen him around before. He usually hangs out with Liv." James runs his fingers through his hair. "I gotcha. No judgement here. If that's what you want to do. Then you do you."

RACHEL

“But I freaked out and I made him bring me here.” Rachel continues. “All because he wanted to touch me and I couldn’t tell him no. I just wanted to touch him.”

JAMES

"There's nothing wrong with that, Sweets." He speaks softly and kissed the top of her head. "Is there a particular reason why, or just you didn't want to be touched?"

RACHEL

“I...had a bad first time over the summer.” She says quietly, looking down at her mug. “And I just didn’t want it to be about me.”

JAMES

"Bad first times are an understandable reason. I know from experience." He whispers.

RACHEL

“What happened?” Rachel grabs for his hand, though she’s noticeably skating. “With Danny?”

JAMES

"It was with Danny, and I wanted to, but not..like how we did... It's hard to explain." James laces their fingers together.

RACHEL

Rachel nods her head slowly. “I’m sorry. I don’t think that I wanted what happened at all but I didn’t say no.”

JAMES

"You were probably scared, Rachel, and that's understandable. I don't know because I wasn't there, so I don't mean to assume." He rubs his thumb across the back of her hand to comfort her.

RACHEL

“I was scared.” She nods slowly. “But maybe I shouldn’t have been and that’s why I’m trying to explore so I know what...what I’m supposed to feel when it’s my choice.”

JAMES

"That's completely understandable, Rachel. That person took away what should have been your choice, and so now you are exploring options and discovering what you like."

RACHEL

“I’m glad you understand.” Rachel says with a smile, liking that she told him, without exactly telling him. “I’m still willing to hunt Danny down if you want.”

JAMES

"Of course I do." James nods, then shakes his head. He's a scumbag and totally not worth the effort or jail time." He then took a sharp breath in. "Does Micah know?"

RACHEL

"You're worth the effort though. I love you." She smiles, taking a sip of her tea. "No. Nobody needs to know that I'm not completely happy about how I lost my virginity. It isn't a big deal."

JAMES

"I think he should know, but I'm not telling him. Mainly so he can understand if you're down because of it." James bites his lip. "I love you too."

RACHEL

“He’s going to be so mad though. I don’t really want anyone knowing. I’d like to explore enough that this is just an after though.” She chews her lip, knowing it didn’t work like that, that this wasn’t the life she wanted for herself. She had plans and throwing herself at boys at fifteen had never been one of them.

JAMES

"You don't know that, but do what you need to do." James gives her a reassuring smile. "Just be safe. For me."

RACHEL

"I don't really remember what safe means anymore." Rachel says with a sigh, "But I'm doing my best."

JAMES

"You know what I mean. Don't let anyone take advantage of your current state of mind." James bit his lip, hard. he hoped he didn't offend her.

RACHEL

"My state of mind is fine James." She gives him a look, mostly of confusion. She's not sure she knows where she is at and what he means by that.

JAMES

"Not what I meant, but you know. Don't let any unsavory boys take advantage of you in general." He rubbed his arm.

RACHEL

“Maybe that’s what I want.” Rachel says seriously, staring him down.

JAMES

"I'm talking about guys like Danny, Rachel. Not your normal teenager like Eric. I'm just saying be careful, because I don't want to see what happened to me happen to you."

RACHEL

“I want to kill Danny.” Rachel says sadly. “I’m sorry. I hate what he did to you. I hate him for hurting you. I just love you so much.”

JAMES

"I hate him for hurting me, too, but it's something I'm working on moving past." James sighs. "It's not fair to project this onto every future partner I will have or even my friends to have to deal with me not coping."

RACHEL

“I don’t think you’re doing that.” She whispers. “It seems you’re trying to make it through and you talk to me and Jesse.” Her face falls a little. “You’re opening yourself up to Mickey.”

JAMES

"I'm doing better sometimes, then other times it's like I'm suffocating and I feel like I should be by Danny's side. It's weird." He watches her face fall. "Rachel, why did your face fall like that when you mentioned Mickey?"

RACHEL

“You don’t need him.” She says seriously. “He’s awful and he deserves nobody and no happiness. You were too good for him!” She ignores his question

JAMES

"I know that now, but it takes a long while for the whole mindset to wear off." He sighs. "Don't ignore the question. I really want to know."

RACHEL

Rachel nods slowly. She’s not sure she could understand that but their situations are different. “Because I’m Rachel and I’m selfish and want to be everybody’s first and last thought.”

JAMES

"Selfish? I don't think that at all, Ms. Rachel B. Berry. You're pretty damn selfless to me." James looks her in the eye. "Are you jealous? And mind you, this doesn't leave us."

RACHEL

“I’m not selfless and...I’m not jealous. What would I have to be jealous of exactly?”

JAMES

"That's a lie because I've seen you be selfless before. And I guess that it's because they're with me."

RACHEL

“It’s not like that. I’m not jealous of them. I’m not!” Her eyes widen and she makes herself smaller

JAMES

"It's a natural thing, you know." James raises an eyebrow. "Come here."

RACHEL

“No. No. I can’t.” She shakes her head. “It’s just stupid. I’m so stupid.”

JAMES

"You're not stupid, Rachel. You're human." He sighs.

RACHEL

“You’re not supposed to love your gay best friend who is already in a relationship.” She stands from the table.

JAMES

"What do you mean? I love you lots!" He stands and moves toward the sink to wash his mug. "Wait. You... you're in love with me?"

RACHEL

“I need to go.” Rachel whispers. “I need to get out of here. Please.” She digs her nails into her hand slightly to keep herself present.

JAMES

"Let me at least drive you home. That way I know you got there safely." He softly pleads with her, feeling bad about what he had just caused.

RACHEL

Rachel feels the tears start falling and instead of running out the door like her mind was telling her to do. She goes and sits on the couch, facing hiding in one of the pillows,

JAMES

James makes his way to the couch and sits with her. "Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it. I've just been wrapped up in my own shit that..That's no excuse. I've hurt you."

RACHEL

“I was never going to tell you.” She cries. “I was just going to pretend and move on and it would be okay. I would be okay.”

JAMES

"I'm glad you did, actually. Now I understand why you've been a bit off lately." He admits, actually crying just because his best friend was crying in front of him. "You're still going to be okay. Talking helps."

RACHEL

“You’ll never love me.” She says sadly. “And no one is going to love me because I’m just some broken girl who let someone take advantage of them.” She brings her knees to her chest. “It hurts how much I love you.”

JAMES

"I do love you. It's just in a different way." He reaches for her hand. "One day, you're going to meet the person of your dreams, and they're going to be everything you ever needed. They're going to love you. I promise you'll find them with as talented and beautiful as you are." James can't even look at her. "I'm sorry for that."

RACHEL

“I know.” She pulls her hand away quickly. “I don’t need you to be positive for me. I just...need you to pretend this didn’t happen and I need to sleep.” She’s still crying, body shaking as it does when she cries like this.

JAMES

"You're not going home like this. We have plenty of room here. I'll give you my bed, or there's the guest room, or here if you really insist on the couch." He speaks softly, watching her.

RACHEL

“I want to sleep here.” She whispers quietly. “I don’t want to move I just want to stay here.”

JAMES

"You can stay here. I'll get you some proper pillows and an extra blanket." James whispers, getting up from his seat.

RACHEL

Rachel just nods her head, laying down once he is off the couch. By the time he comes back, she’s fast asleep.

JAMES

James comes back with some extra pillows and blankets, gently tucking her in while trying not to wake her.

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Dating Stephen Strange Would Include

Setting that arrogance straight

Sure, he’s learned his lessons about how cockiness gets you nowhere you truly want to be, but let’s face it: Confidence is something Stephen’s known practically all his life. It’s all too easy for him to lapse back into it. Not as dramatically as before, though.

Mainly because the moment he does, you’re right there to poke a pin in that swollen head of his and drag him back down to Earth with you

Practically pleading for him to teach you magic

To be honest, Stephen is hesitant to teach you for a multitude of reasons that range from the fact that he is still technically a novice and therefore probably not the best option, to the fact that he’s a little worried about how you’ll take to the concept.

The training regimen can be demanding and for as many taunts he directs at you, he never wants you to feel discouraged or incompetent if he can help it.

However, after so much insisting, he agrees. Mainly because you point out how useful it would be for there to be one more sorcerer on his side in the event of a threat

(He also enjoys the idea of being in the position of teacher. It’s no secret that Stephen enjoys showing off his knowledge of things, so showing you all that he knows while preparing you for something you desperately want to learn? It’s like killing two birds with one stone!)

Winds up going into study overdrive, reading all the tomes that he can to better prepare himself for the position of magical mentor

You swearing up and down that the Cloak of Levitation is the initiator of at least 40% of all romantic or intimate interactions between you and Stephen

Seriously, the amount of times that thing has dragged the man towards you or you to him when you were going in the opposite direction is astounding

Also, I’m not going to say that this is one possible way that you two met but . . .

Yeah, it’s not out of the realm of possibility

The Cloak also serves as a blanket for you when Stephen isn’t using it

He’s a bit mixed about this. Because on one hand, seeing you encased in something of his own sets a fire of pride and contentment inside of him. Plus, you just look so cute and small engulfed in that thing.

But on another, the Cloak refuses to let go of you some times when Stephen really needs it: There have been more than two occasions when the Cloak is on Stephen, but the end is still wrapped around you. So when Stephen tries sprinting off to fix a problem only magic can hinder, you sometimes get unwillingly dragged along for a couple of feet. Or a couple of hallways.

You constantly misplacing your Sling Ring, resulting in the temporary demise of Stephen’s sanity and patience

“But I swear I left it right on the nightstand! Are you sure you don’t see it?!” “For God’s sake, (Y/N), it’s an interdimensional piece of jewelry that’s essential to your learning! This is like if Harry Potter lost his wand!”

Wong honestly doesn’t get what you see in Stephen but he enjoys your presence. Mainly because you’ll humor him by offering him fodder to snark at your boyfriend and because you’re one of the only people who can keep Stephen in line

Whole lot of magic-related nicknames coming from your end. Of course, there are completely normal ones like Sweetie or Steph. But it’s all too easy to call him names like Dumbledore, Dr. Strangelove, Stephen (Multiple) Universe, Dr. Who, Dr. Pooh-Bear (he hates this and you can get away with it in the confines of your room or in the study), Prof. Snape (”You sound a lot like him when you do a British accent!” “What? No, I don’t!”), Stranger Things, PhD (short for “Pretty Handsome Dude”), and Magic Man

I honestly can’t imagine Strange as being the type to really use affectionate nicknames. He may call you Darlin’ or Honey from time to time, but usually he just calls you by name or a nickname based off of your name

In moments wherein you’re felling down, however, he goes straight to Sweetheart

You two create the deadpan duo of the Sanctum, often sarcastically remarking on each other’s words, actions, or other peoples’ words or actions

I mean, you two can’t really compare to Wong’s level, but you guys hold up decently on your own

Learning to meditate

It comes with the territory of learning magic, so it had to come sooner or later

You fall asleep a lot of the time because you get too comfortable. This frustrates Stephen, but he usually gets his revenge by taking embarrassing photos of you as you’re nodding off or out cold

He sends these photos to Wong because he needs more friends

Dates being a bit of an iffy matter

It’s not that Stephen can’t leave the New York Sanctum, it’s that he can’t leave it too often: It’s one of the only homesteads for sorcerers alongside being one of the only sources of protection for the world and your home, and someone needs to protect it

So for the most part, dates tend to be confined inside: Cooking/baking together, movie nights, sitting quietly and reading, naps . . .

He probably shouldn’t, but Stephen also occasionally uses his Sling Ring to open up a portal to a city or place you’ve been wanting to go to. Just on occasion, though. And usually after he’s given in to your pitiful sighing from cabin fever.

When you guys do get to leave the Sanctum, you still usually wind up doing something tame. Your lives as sorcerers-in-training are hectic enough, and a simple coffee or dinner date suits you just fine. Though it weirds you out to no end to see Stephen in his civilian clothes . . .

PDA also being a mixed situation

Stephen has never been the most affectionate person throughout his life, preferring to take what he could get within reason by way of his wits. Even when he’d been seeing Christine, he admittedly wasn’t much in the way of romantic intention so much as he was more carnally. Honestly, it wasn’t until you two started dating that he became a bit more open to the idea of PDA based firmly in romantics rather than just heavily in personal benefit and desire.

As such, it’s kept to a minimum on average. Even if you’re inside the Sanctum with nobody else around to bother you!

However, once he gets into optimal relaxed state, he can’t keep his hands off you. Not necessarily in the naughty sense, but in that he enjoys knowing you’re there: Holding hands when the two of you are reading, letting you lean on him while he’s studying, placing his head on your lap or your head onto his.

You can tell he’s really in a good mood when he practically has you on his lap

The Cloak, as stated before, is often the initiator in these instances.

Him noting that his hands tend to tremble even less when he touches you.

Wondering if you’ll ever get your own artifact

Stephen insists it’s a decent possibility ( “You’re my pupil, after all.”), but it may lie elsewhere. After all, he had to relocate just for the Cloak to choose him

“I don’t think they want me snooping around in the other Sanctums, Steph.” “. . . True. Okay, tell you what: Until we find you one, you can share the Cloak with me. Sound fair?” “Awwww, Stephen!” “Good! Because based on its actions, it was probably going to be like that anyway.”

Arguments usually stemming from Stephen’s character

Sure, he’s learned the error of his ways. That materialistic and superficial approaches with cynicism and arrogance won’t get you where you want to be. But learning is a process. And a damn difficult one at that. Especially for someone as stubborn as Stephen Strange. So it’s unfortunately only natural for Stephen to still lapse into this personality.

He’ll probably say something so arrogant that it’s hurtful, or insist that you’re doing something wrong. Basically, his words diminish your confidence in your abilities.

He doesn’t necessarily mean to, but you get so damn tired of his need to be the smartest person in the room

If you call him out on this, the argument will only escalate until he says something particularly biting. At this point, you’ll be so frustrated and hurt that you have to leave. Let’s just say that Strange is lucky that the magic you know does not include telekinesis. Because if you did, so many things would have been flying at him out of pure rage.

In typical Stephen Strange fashion, he’ll feel justified in his anger. At first.

But then the image of your eyes, stinging from glaring and holding back tears, would continuously flash in his mind. This could cause him to think about what he’s said and feel awful for it. He’s disappointed in himself: He’s been given a second chance at life and he went and screwed it up for himself again.

And you know you’ve acted poorly when a sentient cape makes the decision to avoid you for your words.

After the fifth or seventh unanswered phone call, he’d try and find you himself by opening portals, taking a quick look around, and checking off where he doesn’t find you.

Once he does, however, he’ll quietly approach you and, even if you refuse to look at him, offer a quiet but sincere apology before launching into a self-directed scolding wherein he acknowledges he did something awful and that nothing he says will ever truly undo it but he can only hope that, in time, you’ll forgive him

Still looking elsewhere, you quietly point out that if he used the Eye of Agamotto, he could undo it

That’s how he knows he’s somewhat gotten through to you

You agree to come home and let him earn back your good graces if he sleeps in the study and gives you the space you now need to cool down

He hates sleeping in the study, but he hates the idea of you hating him because of him even more. He readily accepts this offer.

Though he may attempt to speed up the process by opening small portals to Dylan’s Candy Bar for some of your favorite sweets and a few cutesy trinkets

Another source of arguments tends to be how overly concerned Stephen can get about your training

He worries you’ll become overambitious in your studies and become like him, resulting in doing something reckless.

Worse: you’ll become like Kaecilius, so he sometimes may omit some things from your learnings.

Once you learn this, the shouting begins. He usually won’t make a scathing comment, but in his efforts to express how worried he is for you, Stephen may make you feel incompetent.

It may take a bit to calm down but these sorts of fights usually end with you retreating into one of the Sanctum’s rooms to cool down and Stephen to the library to distract himself

You’re often the first to approach the other, telling him that while you do not agree with his stance and insist that his omissions are not okay, you can only ask that he trust you to remain good and never use your powers for evil

Maybe every once in a while making a joke about how the Sanctum “feels way too roomy” for just the two of you and that maybe you should consider some day filling it with little sorcerers.

“It can be like our own little Hogwarts, but with mandalas and Sling Rings instead of charms and wands!” you egg on

Stephen can’t hear you very well over the sound of his own coughing, desperately trying to clear his throat after his tea went down the wrong way

You insist that what you’d really meant was that you should look to initiate more students.

Yeah. Sure.

Hearing the story of how he fended off Dormammu over and over again. Sometimes because he wants to feel cocky about his smart thinking, usually because you honestly like hearing about it.

Despite the world of possibilities you inhabit – a world where a Norse god of a man pops in on occasion and fights alongside a man in a flying suit – you never thought your life was destined to be any more interesting than the average person’s. As bizarre and even potentially stressful as your life as a sorcerer-in-training is, you feel extremely lucky to get the chance to explore new things the way you are. And hearing Stephen remind you of how this is even possible just makes you feel all the more lucky.

However, between the two of you, Stephen considers himself the lucky one: He should’ve died in that accident caused by his own stupidity; he did not. He shouldn’t have been granted the privilege of studying in Kamar-Taj; he was. He shouldn’t have been so lucky as to master the kinds of magic as he had; he was. And he definitely shouldn’t have lucked out by winning the heart of someone like you, much less be able to return it tenfold. But here he is, often finding himself serving as your human pillow on evenings where it’s quiet enough for him to read and for you to sleep, snuggled up on his side. Holding your hand in his trembling ones, sharing meals with you, holding intelligent conversations about anything from the medical field to magic to pop culture and loving it as he never had before with anyone else.

Perhaps he tells you the story of how he defeated Dormammu not to feel good about himself, but to remind him of how he will always sacrifice himself for your safety and happiness, even if he didn’t know he was doing at the time. Time just has a funny way of making us realize the things that are important to us and what we would do to keep them safe and close to us.

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