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thescatterbrainedwriter · 4 years ago

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Your Stupid Smile

Word count: ~6,100

Pairings: oc x canon

Warnings: fluff and shenanigans

Sup! I’m actually running out of stories to post. Didn’t think this through too well. Curses to writers block and the fact I write long stories. Even so, do hope you enjoy! 🥔🎨

**Note, Emily is my personal character. I just like to stick her places. I also still have no idea how to do a ‘short click for full’ post.

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Irritating, simply irritating. Everyone was having a good time, sure, but Nash was having a hard time joining in on the fun. Every time he got close to truly relaxing and enjoying the company around him, he would hear it, that laugh. Of course, once he heard the laugh he had to see where it originated from, and it was always the same face. That stupid face and that stupid smile. He couldn’t stand that smile, and he didn’t want to admit to himself the reason why it bothered him so much.

The team was in the lounge enjoying the company of each other after a long day. Cisco was telling a story, Barry and Iris adding tidbits here and there, and the more elaborate and ridiculous it became the more laughs rang out. By the end of it everyone was rolling and roaring with laughter which only intensified after a stray loud squeak sounded. Emily covered her mouth in embarrassment before folding over the bar counter in laughter again. “I’m sorry!” She breathed trying to apologize between laughs. “I don’t know where that came from!” She covered her face in an attempt to wipe away the tears now rolling down her rosy face. “Oh no, my face sprung a leak!” Everyone continued giggling and Ralph stretched his hand over to her to deliver a tissue. She took it with a mousy thanks wiping her face. Nash was trying his hardest to keep from looking at her, he already made the mistake of just glancing over and he scowled to himself about the flush slowly spreading up his neck.

“Hey Estrata,” Cisco called after composing himself a degree. “You got any stories to share?”

“Yeah,” Ralph agreed. “You almost never share anything. Think you could drop the mysterious facade for a night?” Emily had one arm draped over her head and held her cheek with her other hand as she thought. “Hmmm..... I dunno,” she teased. “I’m not exactly good at sharing, things about me anyway.”

“There’s room for only one queen of ice,” Frost defended. “Quit giving the cold shoulder and fess up would ya?” Emily gave a growly sigh as she seriously considered the plethora of things buried within. “Ok fine,” she relented. “You make a good case, and Ralph has a point. I’m just, I’m really hesitant to share much. Seeing as I could find myself stranded somewhere else, it gets tiresome re-explaining.” Everyone gets quiet and Emily scratches her head realizing she killed the mood a little. “Eh, I think I have a solution though. Tell me,” she smiled. “What you wanna know? Besiiiides, my name,” she cut Ralph off before he could ask. Everyone chuckled and Nash just smirked.

Frost stared her down thinking intently, Emily actually got nervous with the holes being drilled into her soul with the stare, before she decided on a question. “You don’t look like the type to, but are obviously capable of, doing some not so desirable things. So have you?”

Emily squinted at her before straightening her back and clearing her throat. “Just, just gettin riiiiiiight into it huh?”

“I don’t make a habit of pussyfooting around,” Frost dismissed smirking. Emily patted her cheeks trying to think of a good story to tell while everyone turned 100% of their attention to her, excitedly waiting for whatever secret would come up. “Ok, ok, I got one,” she said smiling. “Believe it or not, but, I’ve had to break out of area 51.”

“You were taken to area 51?!” Barry asked shocked. “How? Why??” Emily flashed another, albeit awkward, smile. “Well, I am a wanted woman back where I come from.”

“Wanted huh?” Frost asked somewhat impressed. “What’d you do to earn that target on your back?”

“Exist,” she said plainly. “What I am, is a very valued product to a group of people. I’m one of a handful, if not the only person, with my genetic makeup.” She sighed making everyone become glum. ��They really wanted to study me, poke and prod and see how they could use me and duplicate what I am.”

“Estrata, I didn’t—“ Frost started before Emily waved dismissively. “No, no, it’s fine,” she assured with a smile. “After learning that I decided to make myself the biggest most obnoxious target ever,” she waved her hands in front of her to illustrate as she giggled reminiscing. “I thought to myself, that if they wanted me that badly they’re gonna have to work for it. So I made it my mission to piss them off and kick their collective ass,” she flashed a big smile. “Besides, if they’re busy chasing me and my friends, they can’t go looking for anyone else.”

“Guess that explains all the injuries Caitlyn found,” Frost commented thoughtfully. “And the fact you gave Dr. Wells such a hard time about just coming to the lab in the beginning.”

“Yup! Broken ribs, arms, legs, fractured skull and fingers, I’ve had my stomach punctured straight through at least twice, and my shoulder. Think that one actually broke my shoulder blade to be honest.....” Emily rambled.

“Jeeze....” Ralph said stunned.

“And that’s not counting their penchant for causing neurological damage with all variations for shock collars and tasers,” she listed with a smirk. “I really shouldn’t be smiling but honestly, they’re some serious badges of honor so why not?” They all softened their faces though she could tell they still felt bad. “So anyway, “ she continued, “there I am in the bowels of area 51, strapped to a chair in some interrogation room when two guys in suits come in.” Everyone changed their tune as she gets back into the story, Nash admiring her resourcefulness and determination. As she rambled and gesticulated enhancing the story with her hands, complete with illusions and little animations, Nash couldn’t help but stare even when she smiled bright. Cisco noticed his staring and bumped his arm jostling him enough to break his gaze. He wiggled his eyebrows causing Nash to grumble and avert his gaze from everyone but still listened attentively.

“Soooo, there’s a whole facility underneath?” Barry asked once she finished. “And what we all think is area 51 is just a cover?” Emily nods with a smile. “There’s quite a lot buried underneath. I think the whole desert lot actually.”

“And no one knows about it?” Ralph asked.

“Lots of people know, but the government makes them seem crazy. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t like Eiling all that much, reminded me too much of them.”

“So this, Quazar, or Quinton, was there too?” Frost asked. “Why was he there again?”

Emily paused trying to formulate the sentence as coherently and short as possible without rambling again. “He was the one who gave me my powers. Well, not really gave but, reactivated dormant genes so I could do what I do. It’s how I got the monicker ‘half breed’.” She drifted off in her memories. “We grew close, and I must admit I didn’t handle learning he was an alien well but. We protected each other, and came to care a lot about each other.” She smiled thoughtfully. “He’s my anchor to home. Him and Oliver and Flaer and Jimmy.” Bringing herself back to the present she cleared her throat. “He was there for leverage I guess. Most likely for added study being a pure blood. As long as he was there I would be too, even if I got out I would come back to try and get him out. So I just broke him out right away and messed up their plans.” She flashed a smile lightening the mood of the room.

“Boy, you are just full of mysteries aren’t you?” Ralph asked with a smirk.

“Eeeyup! And I am 100% telling the truth too. I also gave yooouuuu..... three mysteries? Three mysteries an explanation,” she said standing with a stretch. “No more.”

“Just, one more question?” Cisco asked. “Do you miss him? Quinton?”

Emily paused looking at him. “Well yeah, ‘course I do. I get homesick sometimes. I miss everyone back home.” She sighed deeply as her mind wandered a bit. “Sometimes, my relay picks up messages he sends. Takes quite a long time to decompress the file because of barriers and reality changes but, he asks me how I’m doing, gives me updates on what’s going on, tells me to hurry home. But....” She rubs her cheek thinking. “He said..... he said if I ever get stuck somewhere, not to worry about them back home. He would keep everyone safe, and that he wanted me to be happy wherever I landed.” She smiled softly. “So... so I try. I try real hard, to be happy. And make other people happy. And, I guess I do a pretty good job.”

“You do,” Nash commented without thinking. Everyone turned their attention to him, Emily raising an eyebrow and smiling softly. “Huh?” Nash cleared his throat averting his gaze. “I-I mean I’ve noticed, that, everyone enjoys your—your company and. And they, like, having you around.”

“That include you?” She asked. Nash snaps his head to her and makes eye contact, his words momentarily caught in his throat as he begins to panic having been put on the spot. “Speak,” Harry says manifesting beside him. “You need to speak, say something.”

“I mean yeah, I guess,” Nash coughs out. “I certainly don’t find you all that annoying anyway.”

“Probably not the right response....” Harry comments.

Emily frowns a little. “Hmm, well I suppose that’s something.” Nash turns away from her again, Emily cocked an eyebrow noticing his ears turning rather red. She was sure he felt them burning but decided not to press him further.

“She noticed that you know,” Sherloque said manifesting by the bar behind her. Nash looked at him curiously. “What?” He asked.

“I didn’t say anything,” Emily responded taking her seat at the bar again. “Oh, sorry,” Nash apologized. “Thought I heard something. Guess it was nothing more than an auditory hallucination or something.”

“She’s not as oblivious as you think she is,” Sherloque continued. “I guarantee she already knows how you feel, and is just waiting on you to do something about it.” Nash turned away from the bar trying to ignore him, in addition to keep his flush from getting worse. He didn’t want to acknowledge it but it was rather difficult to keep from staring at her or subconsciously follow her around. He grumbled to himself trying to get his mind on something—anything—else. Cisco noticed and smiled mischievously having gotten an idea. “Hey, I remember you saying you attended a spontaneous karaoke session with Harry at one point,” he started. “Think you could sing something?”

“Wait, you sing?” Ralph asked in surprise.

“As a..... hobby.....” Emily said shyly. “I don’t really.... sing in— in public. Much....”

“Why not?” Barry asked. “Caitlyn said I sing pretty well and I never sing in public.”

“She gets carried away,” Nash says still not looking at her. “Least that’s what Harry said. Though, I’m not sure if it’s her or the crowd she sings in front of.”

“It’s, uh, it’s a little of both....” Emily half confirmed.

“How’s that?” Ralph asks intrigued.

“Uhhmmmm.... well.....” Emily fidgets a little. “I’m a bit on the theatrical side. I like my special effects, people like seeing all the flashy stuff and, well, I can get lost in the music. Sometimes.”

“All the time,” Harry comments. “Tell her to sing So Soft by that Carrie woman.”

“Why So Soft?” Nash asks out loud. Emily stiffens and blushes slightly. “What?” she squeaks. Harry smirks. “That’s why.” Nash looks over at her, smile threatening to crack onto his face as she sat there with her cheeks slowly getting rosy. Cisco notices her posture change as well and smiles wide. “I think we may have a winner for song choice.”

“Nu-no, not that,” Emily stammers. GP flies over to her whirring what seemed like a suggestion which only served to make Emily beat red. “I am NOT singing that one!” She near yells. “You should know better than to suggest that.” The drone whirrs again. “That one’s worse, no!”

“I kinda like the idea of worse,” Ralph teases. “What was suggested anyway?” Emily casts her gaze down making her hands into fits and pressing them into her knees. “GP always try to suggest two songs he knows will make me uncomfortable,” she explains. “They’re...... uhm..... they’re.....” Emily pauses before rolling her head and deciding to just get it over with. “They’re called ‘Do You Think I’m Sexy’ and...... ‘Sex bomb’......”

Everyone’s interest had been piqued with Cisco and Nash both staring at her with raised eyebrows. Emily covered her face in embarrassment floating above her seat a little. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” she near whines. “What about Talking Body?” GP whirrs in intelligible english tones. “Preferred over those, but still no.” Emily responds still red in the face. “No, I.... hmm.... I think I... h-have one. It’s called Collide.” Emily straightened her posture and cleared her throat. “Oh this is embarrassing......” she muttered under her breath after a pause and cringing. Taking a breath to calm herself she began, GP providing the background music.

*Lately, I feel like I’m pushing you away*

*Acting moody for no reason*

*And even though you know I'm always gonna stay*

*I've been talking like I'm leaving*

*I don't know why I keep playing these dumb games*

*Love is not a competition*

*And no one's winning when I'm pushing you away*

*Sometimes darkness is a prison*

The lights seem to dim a little before returning to the normal ambient light. Taking a breath to steady her nerves further, Emily continues.

* Turn the lights on, honey, honey, I don't wanna hide*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I'm surrendering tonight*

*Although I'm not perfect, I feel perfect in your eyes*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I don't really wanna hide, not tonight*

*Come and crash into me 'cause I want us to collide*

*Collide, collide, collide*

Emily smiles becoming more relaxed even beginning to move in rhythm with the music and providing small effects such as orbs of lights and dimming the actual lights at times.

*Look into my eyes and tell me we're okay*

*And we both can be forgiven*

*Kiss me gently, say the things you wanna say*

*You don't need to ask permission*

*I'm a stormy ocean, but you're steady*

*And I'm a commotion, but you get me*

*Too many emotions, but you let me*

*Let me blossom in the dark*

The lights dim and brighten to the beat of the song, the orbs of light change color and seem to twinkle and multiply. Emily smiles wide as she sings and looks around in amusement at the display going on. Everyone else is distracted by the lights but Nash was fixated on Emily. He smiled as she smiles happier than he’s ever seen feeling as though this was her unfiltered.

*Turn the lights on, honey, honey, I don't wanna hide*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I'm surrendering tonight*

*Although I'm not perfect, I feel perfect in your eyes*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I don't really wanna hide, not tonight*

*Come and crash into me 'cause I want us to collide*

*Collide, collide, collide*

The lights slowly begin to dim as Emily, having decided to stand, took slow strides toward the center of the group. She begins to float the closer she gets and takes a modest cross-legged ‘seat’ in the air. Everyone looks around curiously and Nash fixates on her again.

*I'm a stormy ocean, but you're steady*

*I'm like a commotion, but you get me*

*Too many emotions, but you let me*

*Let me blossom in the dark*

Emily darkens the whole room by creating a field that prevented any light to show through. She then made it look like she was glowing, her suit had appeared, her hair was snow white with the unique holographic shine, and she still kept the rest of them in utter darkness as she continued toward the song’s end.

* Turn the lights on, honey, honey, I don't wanna hide*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I'm surrendering tonight*

Emily snaps her fingers and flicks her wrist in front of her causing an explosion of stars appear in the room making it look like they were in the deep of space. Still glowing, albeit softer, she smiles wide. Nash watches noting she seemed to feel at home in such an environment almost looking free, maybe even exited to share the wonder of the void she knew so well with people she cared for. She looked dazzling in that moment.

*Although I'm not perfect, I feel perfect in your eyes*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I don't really wanna hide, not tonight*

*Come and crash into me 'cause I want us to collide*

*Collide, collide, collide*

The room fades back to black and Emily brings the normal light back into the room gradually so as not to blind everyone. They watch in stunned silence as she takes a few steps back toward her chair, suit disappearing and hair returning to her usual red tinted brunette, and she smiled shy and awkwardly. “So.....?” she asked.

“That was—“ Nash began.

“Amazing!” Cisco interrupted causing Nash to snap out of whatever trance he fell into. Emily smiled placing a hand on her cheek as she blushed. “Hobby my ass,” Ralph scolded. “You’ve put in some serious work to sound that good.”

“I’ve, had a few years of practice,” she teased.

“Well, whatever it is you just stunned us with, I wish I had a talent like that,” Iris commends. “That was..... wow!”

“Sing something else!” Wally said enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that was great!” Joe agrees enamored.

Emily laughs waving a hand. “No no, I would be singing all night. Do you know what I would sound like tomorrow if I did that?”

“C’mon, just one more?” Frost asks surprisingly invested. Emily sighs with a reluctant smile tilting her head toward Nash a little. “Again, Harry, this is why I don’t sing in front of people.”

Nash chuckled in amusement with Harry smiling next to him. “Three. Three ‘one more’ requests that night,” he explained. “I was worried she would kill me by the end of it. If it weren’t for Jessie changing the topic when we left she may well have.” Nash looked at him curiously. “I was......responsible for two. She wasn’t enthused when I got the whole room going,” he said reminiscing. “By the way, if that wasn’t an obvious tell, I don’t know what is.” Nash’s gaze fell upon Emily again as she grumbled placing both hands on her cheeks considering indulging their requests. “No, no. It’s going to turn into karaoke night all over again if I don’t stop now,” Emily determined. “Only one tonight, but maybe another some other time,” she smiled raising a finger with a wink.

Casual conversation carried for another hour or two before Emily began to yawn, followed by a few of the others present. Half an hour after the first yawn, everyone decided to call it a night. It was well into the evening at this point and no one wanted to risk sleeping in too late. Emily stretched winding up leaning all the way back, about 90°, over the bar. She stayed like that taking a deep breath and complained about not wanting to move. “I think I’m just gonna.... sleep here. Like this. Yeah, this is comfy....”

“Thaaaat doesn’t *look* comfortable.....” Cisco commented looking confused at how she could even *do* that.

“Must not be a fellow human rubber band,” she replied grabbing her elbows keeping her arms above her head. “Being super bendy sure comes in handy.” She smiled lazily and turned her head to face the person she heard moving to her side, seemingly tripping over a chair. Her eyes met Nash’s, who’s cheeks immediately turned rosy, and lifted her head. “You ok?” She asked.

“Yeah, no. I’m f-fine,” Nash coughed out. “Stupid chair, got tangled in my feet....” He kicked it nearly getting tangled in it again.

“Yeeeesaahhh,” Emily said tiredly. “They always seem to like ankles and toes, huh? Just.... always in the way, at the worst times.” Her eyes closed again and she sighed half falling asleep right there. Nash averted his gaze awkwardly and Cisco smirked at him, Nash gave him a face instigating a silent argument between the two about him saying something before GP flew over and whistled at her waking her again. “Hmmm?” she said tiredly. GP whistled again and Emily groaned. “Nooo, don’t waaaanna move,” she said with another stretch. GP bonked her head and she sighed. “Ok, ok. Fine. I’ll go to bed.” With a huff, she pulled herself into a sitting position before hopping off her seat and heading out. Various farewells and well wishes were exchanged as they left one by one leaving Emily alone with Nash and Cisco. They stood awkwardly at the elevator door waiting for it to come back up, Cisco flicking his eyes in the direction of Emily trying to encourage Nash to say something and Nash refusing.

“Good night guys,” Emily said with a yawn when the elevator dinged. “Travel safe, ok?”

“Make sure nothing blows up, alright?” Cisco joked. She smiled tiredly. “Aww, no fun. And I was gonna try to make a star tonight.” Nash smiled recognizing a similar joke he made with Cisco. “I’ll make sure to hold down the fort,” she assured rubbing her eye as they stepped in. “I’m pretty good at keeping people out of places.” They waved as the doors closed, Nash watched as she turned, flicking her finger like you would a switch, and the lights going out one by one as she advanced down the hall. Cisco turned to face Nash with a disappointed look. “What?” Nash asked doing a double take.

“You need to tell her you like her already,” Cisco scolded.

“I don’t... like her,” Nash said attempting to brush off the accusation. “Why would you even think that?” Cisco’s face dropped unamused. “Yeah, ok. You are literally dripping in tension when you’re in the same room as her.”

“I am not!” Nash protests. “I’m chill.”

“You stare at her, you follow her, you ears get red when she looks at you.”

“I.... do not... What?” He turned to face Cisco as the doors opened. He rolled his eyes as he left, Nash close behind. “Pretty sure everyone knows. Well, maybe not Barry. But Wally does, Joe asked if you two were a thing, Iris knows....” Nash went quiet still following him. “I think Ralph may have a thing for her too but so far hasn’t had any luck.” He spun to face him and pointed a finger in his face. “Say, something. Anything. The awkward is getting unbearable.”

Nash stared at Cisco for a minute before the latter turned to leave, Nash took a long look back at the lab with a sigh. *I really should,* he thought. *But what do I say?*

——

The next day was business as usual, Emily had decided to get some practice in before everyone came in and had just finished when she passed Nash in the hall on her way to change. “Oh, hey Nash!” she greeted with a smile. Nash felt that familiar flush start to run up his neck when he saw her. He closed his eyes and muttered the only word he could think of. “Don’t...”

“Hmm?” Emily asked tilting her head to look him in the face. He opened his eyes making eye contact and used as much self control as he could muster to speak. “Don’t.... smile. At me.”

Emily paused in confusion. “What?”

“Don’t smile at me,” he repeated slowly beginning to regret his sentence choice. Emily blinked a few times just staring at him as she tried to understand. “Why...?”

“Because it’s stupid and makes me uncomfortable. And it’s annoying. Remember when I said you weren’t all that annoying? I lied. You’re more annoying than Ramon,” Nash blurted everything out before he realized what it was he was saying but fought to keep a straight face. Emily’s face was blank, shoulders dropped a little, and she stared confused at him. “Oh.... well..... ok.” She said softly. Nash felt his heart constrict in his chest. What had he done? She took a breath and looked him in the eye again, her facial features betraying hints of mischief. “Alright Nash, I’m sorry. I had no idea my smile could do that to you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder in mock concern making Nash a little suspicious. “I’m so glad you told me.”

“....You are?” Nash asked.

“Yes, yes, I am. From now on I won’t smile at you.”

“You.... won’t?”

“Nope. I’ll just smile at everyone and everything else instead,” Emily said fighting a smile. “Rest assured you’ll never see my troublesome smile again.”

“Ah...... good.....” Nash said trying to sound satisfied.

“See you later then,” Emily said before continuing on her way. Nash watched her go mildly panicking. “What just happened?” He asked no one in particular.

“You messed up, big time,” Sherloque answered from behind him. “How so?” Nash asked spinning around.

“Well, you heard her. She’ll still smile, just not at you,” Sherloque smirked. “But oh, she knows what you said wasn’t true. Not all of it anyway. She still may be a little concerned you find her annoying.”

“So, what will she do?”

“Exactly what she told you she would. Clever woman,” Sherloque mused. He smiled at Nash who still looked concerned. “She will, continue to smile, at everyone and thing other than you. And in doing so, knowing you don’t really find it uncomfortable, she will frustrate you.” He stands close to his face continuing to smile. “My, what a mess you’ve made. I do wonder how you’ll fix it.” He disappeared leaving Nash alone in the hallway again, completely and utterly uncertain about what to do now. “Oohhhh no....” he muttered to himself.

The rest of the day went on as normal, no one but Nash really noticing her slightly altered behavior though they did note he seemed a bit more frustrated than usual. She really did keep her word, taking care to never smile directly at him though that didn’t stop him from getting the smallest of glimpses. He found himself staring at her more often, and after three days he had nearly had enough.

He had found himself in the cortex, Barry was out and about as the Flash leaving Cisco, and Ralph there with him. He was tense and on edge knowing Emily could come in at any moment. He was too preoccupied to remember where she said she was going which only served to amp his anxiety. He tensed when he heard the familiar light tapping of footsteps drawing closer.

“Hey, I’m back!” A familiar voice called out. Nash refused to turn to meet her even as she walked over. She was wearing an oversized tank top, sport shorts, knee high socks and sneakers with her hair tied up. *Training,* he thought to himself. *That’s right, she wanted to practice for a while.* “Hey Cisco, Ralph. Hi Nash....” She smiled at Cisco and Ralph before dropping the facade to look at Nash. He clenched his jaw but kept his composure. “So, what are you up to?” She asked.

Cisco’s eyes darted from her face to Nash’s, before giving Ralph a look. “Not much....” he said. “Barry’s just doing his patrols, hasn’t come up with anything yet,” Ralph added walking awkwardly away.

“Hey, uh, Estrata,” Cisco called from the control desk. “Could you do me a favor?”

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” She asked cheerfully.

“The, satellites could use some maintenance. I can do general software updates from here but it’s difficult to do physical repairs. Could yoouuuu.....”

“Go check it out?” She finished for him. “My pleasure. I’ll take Tinker with me in case they need specialty parts.” She said smiling at the small drone flying into view. “Good idea. Yeah. Take.... take what ever you need and stay however long to. Fix things...” Cisco replied trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Be back in a jiffy!” She said with a grin before dropping it to look at Nash as she walked by. “Later.” They all watched and waited for her to leave the room before the two shot daggers at Nash with glares. “What?” He asked when he turned and saw their faces.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Cisco asked near shouting. “She has been acting weird for the last few days,” Ralph added. “I don’t .... know..... what you mean,” Nash tried to dismiss. “You said something to her, didn’t you!” Cisco accused. “What did you say?!”

“I—I.... didn’t ......” Nash stuttered trying to avoid the unwanted confrontation. They stared each other down for a while before he relented. “Alright fine. I..... I did.... say something.....” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably not the.... greatest thing...... in hindsight.....”

Cisco took a few steps forward still glaring. “Spill it.”

“I.... may have told her that..... she, uh, was..... annoying.....” Nash answered sheepishly. “You.... you what?” Cisco asked in disbelief. “You said what to her!?”

“You told me to say something to her. Anything, actually,” Nash tried to defend.

“Not that! Oh my— guh...” Cisco yelled throwing his hands in the air. Nash scratched his head like a child might when in trouble, being under all that scrutiny made his scalp really itchy. Ralph just stood there shaking his head. “You messed up, so bad,” he said.

“You don’t think I know?” Nash snapped back. “I got a lecture from a Wells as soon as she walked away!”

“You need to fix this,” Cisco said pointing again.

“How, Ramon? How?”

“I don’t know! But you have to do something! Smart, this time,” he glared, Nash glaring back at the ‘smart’ comment. “Because this?” he gestured around him, “This tension, is worse than your repressed tension. It sucks!”

“Hey Cisco,” Emily called over the relay. “Hey Es,” Cisco called back. “What ya got for me?”

“I’ve fixed a few cosmetic things, just scratches and dings from space debris, aaaaand I gave you a few new toys.” Cisco’s face lit up with a smile. “Ohhhh, new toys? Estrata, you spoil me.”

“Only cuz I like ya!” She responded with a giggle.

“Can’t imagine what you’d do for a special someone in your life,” Ralph commented shooting a look over to Nash. Nash clenched his jaw glaring back unenthusiastically. “Hmm, yeah. I’ve been told I get scary when I get serious or protective. Like, Mama Bear mode on steroids. So probably break a mountain in half. Or bake, I like brownies,” Emily rambled.

“.....Wait..... can you do that?” Ralph asked concerned. “Break a mountain?” Emily paused. “You know, never tried. But I did obliterate an asteroid one time.”

“Really?” This time Cisco asked.

“Yeah, but it was a small one. Like, maybe half a football field. And it was made out of a material similar to sandstone.”

“Thaaaat’s still pretty impressive,” Ralph stated impressed and a bit wary. “I know I could never do that.”

“Sure you could, you just gotta put your back into it!” She giggled, Ralph chuckling in return.

“So you gonna come back now?” Cisco asked glancing at Nash.

“Nah, not right now,” Emily replied with a sigh. “Been a while since I’ve just hung out in the deep black of the void, think I’ll chill for a while.” Nash’s shoulders dropped a bit hearing the news. As if he needed another contributor to his tension, now he had to wait for who knows how long. “Ok, take as much time as you need,” Cisco said still looking at Nash. “We’ll be here when you come back.”

“Ok, see you later then,” Emily said before closing the connection. Cisco crossed his arms and Ralph gave him a look, Nash stood stiff lost in thought. “Well, least now you have plenty of time to think of what to say,” Ralph commented before leaving. “You better make it good too,” Cisco warned before exiting as well, leaving Nash to stew for a while in uncertainty. *What to say....* he said to himself.

——

It was well into the evening when Emily made her way back to the lab. She casually strode down the halls humming to herself when she came across Nash and nearly bumped into him. “Oh! Oh, hi Nash,” she said looking up at him.

“H-hi.... Estrata,” Nash smiled awkwardly. “What brings you skulking around here so late?” She asked putting a hand on her hip. “I uh, I.... have something...... I’ve been meaning to, tell you....” he said trying to figure out the words as he went. “Oh? You do?” She said sounding intrigued. He nodded his head looking at his feet. “Uh huh, yeah.” He paused still staring at the ground and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I lied... earlier.... wheeeen I said you were..... annoying......” he started. “You did?” She asked relaxing a little. Nash nodded again. “I did. I actually don’t, find you annoying that is. I uh, really like your company. A lot.” He peeked up to look her in the eye, the flush building like before. “Well then, why did you say that?” Emily asked, face softening as he spoke.

“I don’t..... I don’t know..... I....” Nash ran his hands through his hair in frustration and started pacing around. “You..... don’t know?” she asked in confusion. “I..... I don’t, have the words...” Nash said pausing and rubbing his chin. He stood quiet for a moment before turning to look at her again. “Maybe.... I don’t need words.....” he muttered to himself.

“What was tha—“ Emily’s sentence was cut off by Nash, who took three quick strides toward her, cupped her face and nearly rammed his face into hers with a kiss. Emily stood stunned, clearly not expecting this turn of events at all, and could only stare wide eyed into space. Once he broke the kiss he looked her in the eyes, thumb gently running over her cheek. “Wha...?” Emily started to ask. “Truth is, you make it incredibly difficult not to do that,” he says with a smile. “Especially, when you smile.”

Emily’s lips slowly pulled into a soft smile before mischievous tones bled in. “Hmmm, I’m not sure I got all that.” Nash raised an eyebrow smirking at her before placing another kiss on her lips. Emily chuckled after he broke the kiss again. “Gee, I dunno.... if I understand..... you may have...... to repeat.... that......” she said with a giggle, Nash taking the obvious opportunity to kiss her over and over while she spoke. They stood for a moment, smiling at each other like idiots, when they heard someone walk around the corner.

“Oh my god, FINALLY!” a voice said loudly from behind them. Emily gripped Nash’s shirt pulling him close as she tried to bury herself into him in embarrassment. Her face was beat red and eyes wide as Cisco briskly walked by. “Now if you two could do something about the other obvious tension you have, that’d be perfect,” he said pointing a finger first at Nash, then Emily who was trying very hard to hide her face. Cisco smiled at Nash, who gave him a wink, before walking away to a lab somewhere. They stood quiet for a minute before he rubbed her back and drew her into a hug enveloping her petite frame. She relaxed nestling into him a bit with a deep sigh. “So....” she began looking up at him. “What’s this ‘other tension’ Cisco was on about?”

“Oh, uh, I uh....” Nash coughed. “Not sure, actually.” She pouted suspiciously at him raising an eyebrow, keeping the stare made his ears rather red. “Mhmm......” she smirked. “Then I guess there’s nothing to ‘take care of’ and no real reason for a sleepover or anything....” she said slipping away. “I’m tired anyway, should probably just go to be—“ her words were cut off by Nash grabbing her from behind in a tight hug causing her to squeak. “Ok ok! I’ll stop teasing” she giggled. “But you’re kinda cute when you’re frustrated.”

Nash raised an eyebrow. “So are you telling me, this was a bad idea?” He asked close to her ear. “Noooooo.....” she said trying to hide the goosebumps. “Just..... think of it as an adventure. You do like adventures, right?” She asked grinning at him. He paused looking thoughtfully at her. “You know, now that I think of it. This might be one of the better ones.”

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~Fin~

#the flash #flash fiction #my oc tag #nash wells #cisco ramon #ralph dibny #funny #science #barry allen #fluffy

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 6 years ago

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One Kiss (Girls Talk Boys part 5)

Possibilities I look like all you need

Each chapter has a song title attached so I could keep my files straight on my phone but it ended up really working so I kept it. I have 11 chapters actually written so far but they need revising so I'll be posting every couple of days or so if anyone was curious

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use and cursing. Usual stuff.

Previous Chapter

She says she's not ready to leave yet. Still trying to find herself. Keeps asking me to buy prosecco. Camille smiled at the message and the picture of her shiny pink pen resting on what she assumed was Calum's couch. Kicking off her blankets, sleep forgotten for the moment, she knew two could play this game. Camille snuck downstairs ignoring the obvious sex noises coming from Cher’s bedroom. Grabbing an empty beer bottle and Calum's Zippo she set the scene on the kitchen counter before snapping a pic.

Drank four Bud Lights before passing out. Won't stop calling me bro and asking if “they're real.” Tells dad jokes. Camille grinned as she hit send.

I still don't understand how you got my lighter. watch out he'll try to feel you up when he's buzzed Calum was quick to text back

I get to have my secrets. She's a messy queen when she's wine drunk. You've been warned. After hitting send Camille gave in to the butterflies and the way anything and everything Calum did gave her fanny flutter. She opened the drawer on her nightstand and an incognito tab on her phone.

Camille woke up to her phone chiming. She had to laugh when she opened the message. There was Calum, shirtless, still in bed, hair a mess, and eyes and lips still puffy with sleep looking wide eyed and panicked for the camera. Captioned (It's not what it looks like) Camille could see her pen lying on the bed next to Calum. Camille took his lighter off her nightstand placing it on her shoulder nestled in her hair she closed her eyes and feigned sleep and took the picture.

It IS what it looks like bro.

It went on like this for days. Calum sent her snaps from the studio, his home, his favorite coffee shop, his walks with his dog Duke under the pretense of holding her pen hostage. Camille reciprocated taking his lighter with her to dance practice with Tom, on her trips to the market, to the shelter where she volunteered. She even placed it somewhere in frame on her IG and Snapchat mock draft videos. Calum had noticed and teased her for going Hollywood. Camille was surprised by how goofy and silly he really was. He came off so stern and serious when they'd meet. Now here he is cracking up at her jokes, pulling silly faces to make her smile and all the time with the compliments. Camille didn't believe them all but she couldn't lie hearing Calum say she was cute, funny or smart made her entire day. She couldn't tell if it was friendship or flirting, but regardless it was a distraction. She reminded herself yet again, a tan gorgeous muscular cheeky distraction.Who has a girlfriend, and you've known less than one month.

Right now Camille needed to focus on being her damn job and not a sexy Australian. She had her first appearance on ESPN today and this game with Calum had messed with her concentration all week. Carefully arranging her hair into a French twist and priming her face for the studio makeup she put on her best charcoal grey A line dress and matching heels and headed for the door. Just before she reached her car she saw Calum walking Duke talking to Harry out for his morning run. She waved and the guys waved back. Harry shot her an appraising smile and a thumbs up. When she got to the studio she checked her phone before silencing it. There was a picture of Calum holding his dog under one arm and her pen against his cheek with a big cheesy grin.

Knock em dead today. You look great. We believe in you.

Camille shut her phone giggling. She then ran face first into a wall. At least it felt like a wall but really it was just a massive mountain of a man. Camille felt an arm encircle her waist keeping her from falling. Looking up she was met with golden eyes, rippling muscles, tattoos everywhere and a huge smile. She just blinked taking in the second best looking man she'd ever met and certainly the biggest. “Oh my gosh are you ok I'm so sorry” he was apologizing as Camille started to recognize who he was. #87 All Pro Wide Receiver for the LA Rams “Hi I'm Quentin Diaz-Castillo” he introduced himself. Holding out his hand to shake hers. “Yes you are” Camille let the words escape before her brain could move. Her hand felt like a child’s compared to his. Catching herself she shook her head “What I meant to say there was thank you, I'm fine. I'm Camille and it's a pleasure to meet you. You've helped me win my fantasy league twice.” Quentin chuckled “That's cool, a girl being into football.”

By now they had gotten through security to the actual studio and Camille could see her boss chatting with the host of Fantasy Squad. “So Quentin, how's that wrist feeling after surgery” she leaned into him forcing him to crouch to hear her “would you say you'll be back to full strength by the season opener or should we draft Pickens as a handcuff in deeper leagues?” Camille asked with her most wide eyed innocent little girl voice and the devil in her eyes. Quentin stared at her processing her words. Her boss and owner of profantasysports finally spotted them and hurried over. Stephen tossed her a jersey “New season, new merch Cam. Sorry but it just came in.” Camille pulled the jersey over her head avoiding her hair. Looking at Stephen she asked “cap or no cap? Glasses or no? Are we selling smart or cute?” “Both” Stephen replied “no cap, wear your other glasses, and I like your hair up but can you make it, bigger?” The studio stylist nodded and started to lead Cam away. She stopped and placed a hand on Quentin’s arm “you never answered my question.” He answered in a loud stage whisper teasing her “I can't tell you my secrets in front of everyone.” “Fine” she let out a dramatic sigh “I guess you can tell me over dinner.” “I don't have your number” Quentin answered as the stylist pulled Cam away to get her ready for the camera “He does” Cam pointed at Stephen who promptly whipped out his phone.

Cher invited Luke and Tom over so they could watch Camille’s big debut. Calum and Ashton came along with Luke. The theme music for NFL Fantasy Live started and Cher made everyone hush. Cher cheered out loud when her friend appeared on screen. She was split screen with two guys who kept trying to talk over her but Cam was having none of it. It was verbal jujitsu watching her take down both so called experts. She hit all of her talking points, corrected one guy’s stats, name dropped PFS and looked great in the new merch. Cher made everyone in the room high five her when the show ended.

Cam stepped off stage and found Stephen waiting for her. “You were fantastic” her boss looked pleased “I have no doubt they're gonna ask you back.” Internally she was jumping up and down and screaming, on the outside she was still pretty giddy. “That would be amazing” Cam stopped and glanced around hopefully. Stephen noticed “Sorry, he had to leave, he seemed to like you though.” “Did he want my number?” Camille tried and completely failed not to sound too eager. “I gave it to him but don't hold your breath” her boss warned “He has a serious reputation.” Camille turned her phone back on walking to her car. Her phone started buzzing like an electric beehive. She scrolled smiling at messages from her friends and family till she saw Calum's number.

Am I supposed to be impressed? Because I'm impressed.

Her chest fluttered but then an unknown number popped up.

If you're hungry I'm free right now. Look up.

Camille raised her head and there was Quentin lounging against an expensive looking Rover.

“Let's get lunch. I'm starving” Quentin called out. Camille snapped a quick pic and sent it to Cher. Going to lunch with this guy. Don't wait up.

Camille was both thrilled and terrified. The little bistro he'd taken her to was simple yet elegant. They were tucked away on a little patio to give them a little privacy and Quentin some room. Restaurant chairs just weren't designed with 6’4, 220 lb NFL players in mind. It wasn't just that he was an enormous human being Quentin was even better looking up close. He had an easy smile and his eyes went from chocolate to amber with his moods. Quentin had a great sense of humor and was a natural entertainer. He kept Camille laughing with story after story about football while also being genuinely interested about her life and interests. They were both into football of course. It turns out Quinton was as obsessed with 90’s music as Cam was. They both loved Game of Thrones, Beyonce and boy bands. Her head was spinning and Camille wasn't sure if it was Quentin or the wine.

The food was excellent. Brined and roasted duck with truffle mac and cheese and fresh snap peas. “I'm glad to see you're a girl who appreciates food” Quentin commented. Camille felt herself blush, she'd always been self conscious about her weight. “What do you mean?” She replied trying not to sound defensive dropping her eyes to her lap. Quentin immediately grabbed her hand across the table. “Nothing is worse than going on a date with a cute girl who won't eat or talk” he winked at her. Now she was blushing as she smiled at him “I've never been afraid of either. In fact not being able to shut up got me here today.”

“I saw your segment. Those jerks kept trying to talk over you” Quentin leaned back motioning for the server “ doesn't that bother you?”

“Of course it does, but I've been playing fantasy for ten years, professionally for three. Before that I worked in restaurants. I'm small, female and pink. Nobody ever takes me seriously, at first” with that Camille’s sour expression switched to a sly grin. Quentin faked a horrified expression “I'd hate to get on your bad side” “They don't call me the Angry Chihuahua for nothing” Camille finished her wine. Quentin cracked up right as dessert arrived.

The restaurant was known for its “tea”rimisu. Consisting of rolls of spongy floof cake drizzled in the house crafted green tea liqueur, layered with whipped marscapone, more delicious floof cake, topped with a dulce de leche sauce and fresh whipped cream. Camille took her first bite and gazed across the table at Quentin. Their eyes met as the sweetness hit her tongue. Camille felt her heart flutter and knew she'd fallen in love. This cake was that fucking good. She closed her eyes not wanting to let anything ruin the moment. “You should see the look on your face” Quinton teased her. “Now I know your secret to being such a ladies man. Seduction by cake.” Camille teased back.

It was almost 9 pm by the time Camille got home. After dinner she'd wanted to leave a thank you note for the pastry chef. This turned into a quick visit to meet the kitchen staff and Quentin posing for a few photos. Quentin had volunteered to drive her home, but Camille didn't want the hassle of picking up her car the next day. She'd only had one glass of wine with a full meal. She came home to just Cher and a surprisingly tidy house. “Oh you're home, and alone” Cher came out of the kitchen. “Good Lord I just met him this morning I'm not going to drag him to bed that quickly” Camille had to laugh. “Well I ran the boys off just in case” Cher responded “some of them were very eager to meet your date. Cody is dying to hear from you and tell you about him and Nick. Tom says Quentin is one of his favorite players. Calum didn't look all that thrilled though. I wonder why. Probably doesn't want you replacing him as your boyfriend.” “I don't have a boyfriend” Camille snorted. “Not yet” Cher shot back lighting a joint and handing it over.

Next Chapter Jealous

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littlebird006 · 8 years ago

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Caught Cold

In honour of my birthday, Beth’s birthday, and Harry’s upcoming birthday, and because @beggingforfics and @stilesharrystyles asked me, I put together a very quickly written drabble about the time Harry almost called Beth his girlfriend.

“Basil, parsley, rosemary, thyme, oregano, I’ve got it all,” Harry declared. “It makes such a difference.”

“He really has stepped up his cooking game,” Liam confirmed.

Niall laid on a padded bench in the small physical therapy room at the back of TKO with Liam, James, Quinton, and Harry. Liam came to TKO twice a week to do injury prevention and treatment on the boxers. Although it was easier to find him in his regular office, Niall preferred visiting Liam when he was at the gym. There was something about the camaraderie amongst the often-injured boxers that made the check-ups on his knee more manageable. Plus Harry was his best mate and he was always there with equal parts sympathy and tough love to get him through the sometimes painful stretching.

The other difference was that group sessions at TKO primarily involved gossip. There was nothing like sitting around with exposed thighs, ice packs, exercise bands, and electrodes to make a group of lads want to chat. Today, probably against his better judgement, James had announced to the guys that he was cooking a girl dinner. The room had exploded with banter, teasing, and suggestions. Niall fondly remembered the first time he had cooked a meal for Bridget. He’d been so busy watching her that he’d let the potatoes boil over three times. To this day she didn’t let him make mashed potatoes.

“Fresh herbs make all the difference,” Harry was saying.

“Really?” James looked skeptical and Niall couldn’t blame him. He was young and lived on his own. He probably ate ramen every night of the week. Niall had been like that once.

“Didn’t peg you as a ‘fresh herbs’ kinda guy, Harry,” Quinton teased.

“I started using them after Beth planted them. They’re a lot better than the shit you get in the shops. I’ll bring you some mint for your smoothies, Quin, and we’ll see if you’re still running your mouth,” Harry grinned.

“Beth?” Quinton asked, shifting gently on his bench so he wouldn’t disturb the electrodes on his ankle. Liam took advantage of Niall’s distraction to test the range of motion in his knee. Niall shot him a dirty look despite noting that it had drastically increased. The physical therapy and occasional run with Harry had helped exponentially.

“My girlfrie-”

Niall’s head rolled to the left just in time to see Harry snap his mouth shut. His eyes were wide as he realized what words had just been ready to roll off his tongue.

Niall knew there was something up between Harry and Beth. Anyone with even a modicum of observation skills could tell and if they couldn’t, all they had to do was ask Bridget. Bridget had been giving Niall pointed looks and jabs under tables for weeks. They spent a lot of time together, Harry and Beth, and while Niall didn’t know exactly how it had happened, how his friend who could be equal parts charming and brooding ended up with sweet, impossibly shy Beth, he was glad it had. They were good for each other. Plus it was making Bridget’s head spin and the entertainment value was an added bonus.

Plus seeing Harry’s face after his almost-admittance was priceless.

“Your what?” Niall prompted, struggling not to laugh. Harry’s face had warmed and he wasn’t making eye contact with any of them. Even Liam had paused in his work to watch.

“I’m lost,” Quinton admitted.

“I’ll tell you later,” James whispered, looking just as pleased by this unexpected event as Niall.

It looked like everyone was Team Berry, as Bridget now referred to them.

“I gotta go. I can’t sit around gossiping with you lot all day. Some of us have fights to train for,” Harry abruptly stood up, tossing his heat packs aside.

“Harry, you’re not done-” Liam began to protest but Harry hustled out of the room before he could finish.

The training room was silent for a few moments after their star boxer left. James looked shocked. Quinton was confused. Liam stared at the door with a hint of worry. Niall grinned up at the ceiling.

“Excellent,” he said, clasping his hands over his belly.

“He almost just called Beth his girlfriend,” Liam said, still staring at the door Harry had left through.

“He did,” Niall nodded. “He’s such an idiot sometimes. He probably didn’t even realize he thought of her that way until he almost blurted it out in front of all of us and embarrassed himself. What a dolt.”

Liam rolled his eyes but grinned as he grabbed Harry’s discarded heat packs then turned back to finish stretching Niall’s leg.

The joy was in seeing Harry flustered. Harry Styles never got flustered. Whether it was matches, female attention, or difficult conversations, he was the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. Niall had once seen him change an explosive diaper when Lux was a baby without batting an eyelash. And yet Beth had unhinged him. Niall was overjoyed.

“I’m never going to let him live this down,” Niall beamed. “Never.”

After all, what were best friends for?

#jm #thank you for making my birthday amazing!!!!

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vadersdala · 8 years ago

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☾ - mason, ★ - ariana, ☆ - josie, ☠ - jax, ✿ - gemma, ■ - addy, ♡- minnie, ♥ - cleo, ☮ - gemma/remy/cleo, ♦ - annie, ☯ - jacob, ▼ - dawson, ∇ - josephina, ♒ - brody, ☼ - sol, ൠ - declan

Under the cut, and sorry, I couldn’t resist story time for some of them ily!!

MASON ☾ - sleep headcanon

He came into the room, ready to crawl into bed and froze, seeing Marley in his spot. His spot. That felt so weird and made him feel self -conscious to think, but he couldn’t help it. Sleeping towards the door made him feel safe, like if someone came in, he’d be prepared. Back in Seattle, a few places he’d crash, some people would waltz in as he slept on the couch, and he hated being vulnerable. Clearing his throat, he rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how to handle it. Trish had understood, but she’d lived it all with him. Marley hadn’t lived this, and that wasn’t her fault, but he didn’t want to remind her that she was dating with an ex junkie - a loser. Swallowing, he crawled into bed, trying to get comfortable and feeling restless and unsafe. Rolling over, he wrapped his arms around Marley, feeling a bit safer and relaxed, closing his eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, drifting into sleep.

ARIANA ★ - sad headcanon

She paced nervously along the hallway, Nora and Piper watching her with nervous eyes. “Ari, relax! She’s going to be here, she’s probably running late.” Nora said, ever the optimist. Ariana didn’t seem to hear her, her gown wrinkling with the brisk pace. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but Ariana had a feeling when she woke up that morning, her mother nowhere to be found, was that she wasn’t going to show up. Feeling disappointed, Ariana squared her shoulders. If her mother wasn’t going to show up, fine. Her loss. Putting on a cold, defiant act, she placed her graduation cap on. “C’mon, ladies. We only get one middle school graduation, and making them wait probably won’t be an option.” Sharing a look, her friends smiled and put their caps on. “Don’t worry, Sol said their parents were hosting a party after, and we’ll all go together,” Piper said, draping an arm over both Ariana and Nora, and Ariana smiled, trying to shove away the sad feeling, “Yeah… that sounds nice.” It wasn’t anything new, her mom being MIA for things that weren’t skating, that was how it always was and she was stupid to think it’d be any different.

JOSIE ☆ - happy headcanon

She had been waiting outside her science class when she’d meet Emmy. Kind of ironic, considering the girl was spacey and out there, but Josie didn’t mind. It was before she began dying her hair, and before Josie stopped wearing overalls and combat boots to get the point across that she could actually kick someone’s ass (way before she knew doing it in a skirt - and albeit thrown together outfit - would be more satisfying than she could have imagined at age twelve), and it was the day she had punched her first bully. She’d been sitting there, reading Harry Potter when she’d seen him bother Emmy. First mocking, then knocking her stuff and Josie had had it once he’d knocked her things out of her hands. Closing her book, she’d stood up and went over. “Leave her alone!” He and his friends turned, looking at her and laughed, “Leave her alone!” He had said mockingly back, causing Josie to cross her arms over her chest as he poked her in the chest and said, “What if I don’t? What’re you gon -” He didn’t even get to finish before Josie’s fist had collided with his nose, a sickening crack echoed and Josie’s hand had a burst of pain go up to her elbow and back, but she held her ground, cradling her hand a bit as the guy swore and she went over to Emmy. “C’mon, let’s go!” She had ushered the girl away quickly, before someone got a bright retaliation idea. Josie’s hand had been bruised and been wrapped by the nurse, and she had detention for a week, but honestly, it’d been more than worth it in her opinion.

JAX ☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Jax knew, deep down, it was wrong leaving the house in the middle of a wake, but he couldn’t stand there anymore and listen to those stories. His dad was gone, and he was angry. More angry than he had ever remembered being in his life. He’d run out of the house fast and kept running, finally hitting the wooded area by his house, kicking a tree and swearing. “Fuck!” His foot throbbed, but he barely felt it, wanting to break something. Wanting to just take away this pain he felt. His dad was gone, and his chest hurt so much. “Jax!” He froze hearing Carmen come up behind him and he shut his eyes. “Go away!” He could practically hear her trying to think of a solution. Something to help make the pain go away, and she touched his arm, only to have him pull away. “I don’t want to fucking talk!” His voice was rough, and he was on the verge of crying, and he didn’t want her to see him like that. “Just go away! I’m so sick of fucking being with everyone,” and he kicked the tree again. “But -” He whirled around, “I said to fucking go away!” He screamed it so loud that he saw her pale and step back, afraid and he froze, paling himself as he moved back. “I…” He licked his lips, feeling ashamed, that ache in his chest forgotten for a moment and she turned, running back to his house. He lowered himself, tugging at his hair. “Fuck!” He swore, hitting the ground, trying hard not to cry.

GEMMA ✿ - Sex headcanon

She’d been thirteen, and probably far to naive when she’d first lost her virginity upstairs at a house party with her first boyfriend, Toby. It’d been messy, since he hadn’t had a clue either, and painful, but they’d tried to get better. Now, though, the awkward touches and the fake orgasms had been lost in the past as she rode some guy, whose name she didn’t even remember, hard and fast, desperate for a release as she cried out Taj’s name by accident. Coming down off her high, she moved to get her clothes, hoping he’d get the hint to leave. Thankfully he did, but not before he said, “Quinton,” causing Gemma to turn. “What?” He sighed, “My name is Quinton.” She had the decency to look ashamed and watch him leave, ignoring Remy and Cleo’s judging looks as she got a bottle of water. For weeks it’d been the same: a guy or girl would revolve in and out of her room, and everyone knew why: Taj. Ever since she’d found out he was getting married, Gemma had been everywhere to fill that used void he left her. “Nicole is gonna be here in probably an hour, so I’m gonna try and do some homework, but let her know my rooms open,” she said to the two girls as she made her way back to her room as Cleo said a quiet “sure” to her. Gemma didn’t need Taj, and even if he didn’t know it, she felt like she was giving him the middle finger as she opened her sketch book. Quinton hadn’t been too bad, sadly she’d blown it, but she shrugged, trying to forget her misstep. He’d been nothing like Taj anyway, and she froze, slamming her sketchbook shut and going to her closet as she tossed her shirt off. Pulling on a short dress and heels, she made her way out the door. “Where you going? I thought Nicole was coming over?” Gemma sighed, “Change of plans, I need a drink. Tell her I died or something.” Without waiting, Gemma left. Finding someone in this would be a breeze, and then she could forget the whole situation had ever happened.

ADDY ■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

She was in front of the windowsill, watering her cactus when Marisol had come in and laid across her mattress, looking exhausted, though it was Marisol and her laziness always gave off that illusion. Addy’s room was a mess, but her windowsill was always immaculate with her small potted cactus and clovers, she had considered keeping her herbs she gave to Annie (just because Addy cook? Never.) in her room, but had moved them to the kitchen when the rosemary had sprouted. Turning to her friend, she laughed, “So does this mean I have to go out with Chloe, again? I don’t think she can handle another night of trying to keep up drinking with me, Mar.” Marisol picked up a pair of panties and tossed them at Addy, causing her to laugh. “Oh shut up! I had a long day of work,” Marisol snapped, causing Addy to playfully roll her eyes as she set her watering can down by a pile of possibly messy clothes - she could never be too sure, and began taking off her top and tossing it into the pile. “Oh please, honey, you’re not fooling me.” Going into the closet she tossed out a pair of heels and a low cut dress, “Now get dressed! I have a long night of clubbing to do, and you and Nat are not getting in the way of it!”

MINNIE ♡ - romantic headcanon

Minnie sat curled into Preston as they watched The Notebook (something he’d slightly bitch about and now was slightly nodding off too), holding him in the middle and snuggling. “I always love this scene,” she sighed into him, watching Allie flap her arms, telling Noah to say if she’s a bird, then he’s a bird, too. Preston laughed, looking down at her, “Oh really?” He said, and she knew inside he was making fun of her, and she only slightly cared. “Yeah, it’s just romantic. Nice, you know?” He shook his head, “What? You want to pretend we’re birds at the beach, too?” She giggled, “Yes. But I also kind of want this, too. Their whole romance, sans the mother getting between them, which I guess what makes them more appealing. But he loves her that much.” Preston made a face, “Are you comparing me to Ryan Gosselin?” He asked, teasing her slightly, but rubbing her arm. “Min, those romance books of yours are going to drive me crazy one day.” Minnie laughed, turning back to watch the movie.

CLEO ♥ - family headcanon

Cleo was beyond scared, and she actually thought she was going to need to pull over and throw up. She had never brought anyone home before, and she probably shouldn’t have started now. “Oh relax, Cleo,” Sydney said from the passenger seat, taking ahold of Cleo’s leg encouragingly, “it’s going to be fine!” Cleo glanced at her for a second, then immediately looked back at the road. “I know they know you’re coming, and I know my mother seemed okay - I don’t know, I’m nervous.” Sydney gave her girlfriend a smile, “I know, babe, but you’ll be fine. We all have to start somewhere.” Cleo took a deep breath as she parked in front of her house and looked at Sydney, “I have no idea how this is going to go,” she began, but Sydney interrupted her with a kiss. “Cleo, relax!” She nodded, looking at her house and then opening the door and stepping out. Her mother had asked her to just make dessert, which she had made her mother’s favorite pecan pie, and her and a sweet potato pie for her and her brother, handing the latter pie to Sydney and made their way up the walkway. “Breathe, Cleo, relax,” she whispered to herself as she moved, causing her girlfriend to giggle and when her mom threw open the door, she was enveloped into a big hug and ushered inside. “Cleo we missed you!” Her mother kissed her face and then turned to Sydney, “And you must be Cindy!” Cleo nudged her mother, “Sydney,” she whispered, causing her mother to pale but Sydney laughed. “Mrs Nazari, it’s nice to meet you!” Shaking her mom’s hand, she brightened. “Well everyone is in the living room waiting. We’re all excited to hear about school and your girlfriend, so I’ll take these,” her mom said, taking the pies from the girls and shooing them into where all the noise was and Cleo took Sydney’s hand. “I have a big family,” she reminded the girl. “Is your whole family here?” Sydeney teased. “Nah, only probably seventeen people live around here.” The brunette shrugged, “Cake walk.” Cleo laughed, seeing Alexander in the chair facing the hall and he brightened, noticing Sydney, and then fake smiled. Cleo’s heart sank a little, but she reminded herself that he was trying, which meant more than anything to her. “Auntie Cleo! Auntie Cleo!” A little boy ran out and collided with her, almost knocking her to the ground and she laughed, giving him a hug, “Xavier!” Picking him up as best as she could, considering the boy was now six and bigger, she said, “This is Sydney.” He grinned wide and poke his tongue through the hole where his left tooth was, “I just lost my tooth! My dad’s been trying too teach me how to whistle, but Auntie Cleo says he couldn’t until he was older. Do you like Pokemon! Me and Oliver have been trying to play!”

GEMMA/REMY/CLEO ☮ - friendship headcanon

“Gemma come on! The movie is starting, just hurry up!” Cleo shouted, spun around on the couch to face the kitchen as Gemma held a massive bowl of freshly popped popcorn and Remy held the soda and rum. The coffee table was basically overflowing with goodies and freshly baked snickerdoodles Annie had baked, and a real classic: Hoodwinked. It had been Cleo’s turn to pick, and sensing Remy was probably sick of the anime her and Gemma played all day, she went a happy medium. “Oh hold your vagina on, we’re coming!” Rushing over, she took her seat on the floor, putting the popcorn between a bowl of fun dip and carrots (trying to stay healthy) and picked up a marshmallow as Remy sat down beside Cleo, a healthy distance for them, but Cleo resisted the urge to scoot in. “Ooh I haven’t seen this in for fucking ever!” Gemma said in between a mouth full of marshmallow as she reached for the peanut butter to smear another marshmallow with, causing Cleo to pelt her with an m&m from the handful she was holding, “What have we said about talking with your mouthful?” She teased, causing Gemma to open her mouth, letting Cleo see the contents and Cleo made a face and turned to Remy, “Control her!”

ANNIE ♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Annie snapped another photo of Lizzy Bennett, laughing as the cat played with the flower crown she’d placed on her head, trying to belt it off. “Aww, Lizzy you look so cute!” Her phone and wall had been quickly filled with photos of her two new kittens, hearts in her eyes as she picked up the gray ball of fluff and kissed her face. “Where’s your brother at? Ugh, he’s so anti social, isn’t he? Not like you, no, you’re such a friendly girl!” She said, cooing at her kitten, waving her polaroid photo in her free hand absently and went to put it on her bureau, bringing Lizzy to the living room and placing her onto the couch. Her cookies were done, and there was Mr Darcy, right on the counter, meowing. “Silly boy, you know you’re not allowed up there! Auntie Lila would be upset,” she said with a laugh, picking him up and setting him down, causing him to scurry off into her room, and probably into her closet that she’d learn to crack open so the cats could go in. Taking out her cookies, she placed them to cool, stealing one off the baking sheet, despite it being too hot and biting into it. “Our little secret,” she whispered to Lizzy, watching her from the couch and winking before polishing it off.

JACOB ☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

There were a lot of things Jacob hated, like the way his sister wouldn’t bother sneaking in a new guy, even though Maeve’s room was on the way to her own. He couldn’t stand Barbie doll accessories, and seemed to always step on them and find them in his pockets. He hated the theme song to My Little Pony, but loved how enthralled Maeve would get and spent hours at Toys R Us looking for ones she didn’t have whenever he got paid, even though he hated Toys R Us more than anything else. He hated how condescending Josefina got when explaining things, but loved how sweet she’d get when dealing with his daughter, and he loved how Ryleigh would freakout when left in charge, even though she’d act Type A and just as snotty. He loved guys night with Ezra, but loved staying in with Maeve even more, and hated his car that always seemed to breakdown, but always loved taking Maeve on long trips away from their neighborhood.

DAWSON ▼ - childhood headcanon

Their dad had been drunk, again. Dawson had gotten off the bus, his short, stubby legs running home only to find Earl on the couch, passed out and Shiloh crying. Their mom had been gone for a few months, and this had been Dawson’s new life. He’d done as best as any six year old could, but it had been hard. Getting out some milk and smelling it, he began making Shiloh a bottle and put it in a clean bottle and went to his brother. “Shiloh, shh, daddy’s sleeping!” He picked up his brother, feeding him, and realizing he needed to be changed and started to cry, knowing he couldn’t reach the changing table. When his dad was like this, he wasn’t much help. He always smelt funny, and pushed Dawson away, so he knew he had to do something and went to the hall closet and grabbed a towel and made a makeshift table on the floor, putting his brother on top of it and once everything was done, he dragged it to the laundry room, hoping his dad would do laundry soon, because his teacher was beginning to notice no one had been lately. Putting Shiloh on the floor of the kitchen, Dawson dragged over a chair to get a bowl and a cup to make cereal and ate on the floor beside his brother, making an extra for his dad incase he got up.

JOSEFINA ∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

She rubbed cream on her face, trying to force it to blend in with her skin. It didn’t matter that for almost twenty years of being with Ezra and doing this routine with him in the bedroom, that she still didn’t want him to know she used anti aging cream. The older she got, the more often she feared he’d cheat on her like Wen had, even if it was a stupid fear. Ezra had always been faithful, but that had been in the prime of her youth, and now she was as old as her mother was when her dad began an affair with a girl as young as she had been, and she was beginning to fear Ezra would develop a roving eye. Crawling into bed, she looked at her husband, and then opened her book as he mindlessly watched tv, and she grew bored, setting her book down, “Ez,” she whined, rubbing her hand on his stomach, kissing above his belly button. “Ez, it’s been forever, do you want to,” she grinned, moving her hand down.

BRODY ♒ - cooking/food headcanon

“Oh fuck!” He swore, throwing the smoking pan into the sink and turning the tap on. He didn’t think he had the heat on that much, and he was just following the recipe, but it hadn’t been the right color anyway. “Fuck!” Dawson laughed, “Bro, calm down!” Brody hit the counter, “No! I told Gabby I’d cook her dinner. What the fuck possessed me to lie about being able to cook!? I’m a rockstar! What rockstar even cooks?” He hadn’t meant to lie, he just remembered his mom always saying men were more attractive when they cooked, and that’s all he was trying to do. “Dude, she won’t be here for another hour, just order something!” Brody sighed, “I can’t just order something, I’d need a miracle or a - an Annie! Annie is in Gabe’s cabin and always has food! I’m a fucking genius! I’ll use Annie!” Running to their cabin, Dawson turned to Chloe and laughed, “Ah, he’s so going to get screwed in that lie,” curling her into a hug and leading her out to the deck he smiled, “And we’re going to get to watch!”

SOL ☼ - appearance headcanon

Sol always hated the theory of her changing her look meant that she hated her sister. Sol and Luna De La Rosa, the Tumbling Twins! The gymnastic highlight of any show, and treated exactly the same. Both Gemini, matchy names, same clothes, it was amazing that her parents could even keep them in line. When Sol had cut her hair and dyed it blue, it wasn’t to shun her sister, it was to remind everyone she was Sol. She was her own person, and that Luna and her weren’t the same. It was tiring getting the same gifts, receiving the same presents and being treated as one. She had gotten into skateboarding and met a punk girl, and then it started, “Her and her sister are never together!” “They’re breaking up the act!” “She’s a bitch, her sister is cuter, anyway!” Luna had pink, she had blue and Sol had been mad, but kept her mouth shut. Her sister wanted to match, and it wasn’t her fault. Her mother had been thrilled and their duo had been hotter than ever, but in truth Sol pierced her septum out of spite, knowing Luna would never and her mother would hate it. She was Sol, and it was why she changed in the first place.

DECLAN ൠ - random headcanon

He became a lawyer at twenty-three, passing the bar at Harvard and was the youngest in his family to be in the big leagues. Declan had felt on top of the world, and now near his thirties, being named an equity partner, he was as high as he’d ever been. “Six hundred thousand,” he breathed, reading how much he needed to put into the company pot and feeling lightheaded. He was at the top of his game, and he’d made a lot of money, but this much? He could ask his family, but he didn’t want to. This had been all him, and he knew it’d prove Ellie’s jabbing points about being a precious little rich boy with the silver spoon in his mouth. He could get a loan, and sighed, rubbing his hands along his face and looking at the phone, picking it up. A little side business never hurt anyone before, and why should it start now? Six hundred thousand would be nothing after a few runs, he told himself. Everyone did it...

#SOME OF THESE ARE WEIRD BUT ILY #ch: mason #ch: ariana #ch: sol #ch: dawson #ch: declan #ch: josefina #ch: annie #ch: cleo #ch: josie #ch: jax #ch: minnie #ch: jacob #ch: addy #ch: gemma #brotp: stumblin with my clique #lpinnockwrites

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