#EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THE CLONE GOT AN INVITATION

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

You know what's crazy Miguel really be like 'Miles you're not supposed to be Spider-Man' meanwhile-

???????? ? ???

Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't Ben Reilly a literal clone 🤨😐

Y'all got a test tube baby on the roster.my man was grown in a lab and y'all still talking about 'youre not supposed to be Spider-Man Miles!!'

Fuck being Spider-man that man ain't even supposed to be alive. he's a CLONE. He can't have an Aunt May cause he doesn't have a MOM cause he's A CLONE

Was he even BIT??? Or was he literally created as Spider-man already?? Where's his Peter???? Dead?? At the Society as well??

MIGUEL??!!! YOU DENSE MFER!!!!! YOU ARE MAKING NO SENSE!!!!!!!!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Okay...idk if it's dumb but

How about a Flirty Villain who everyone thought was dead comes back possessive of The Hero, and crashes their Celebration Party elegantly

A Flirty Villain x Hesitant/Flustered Hero

In A Masquerade Ball

"Is that one of your exes?" the hero's friend asked. Although their voice was full of judgement, they also seemed to be intrigued. The hero stared at them, frowning, and couldn't explain to themselves why on earth they would invite an ex of theirs to their celebration party.

Being promoted was a big deal - not only the salary was important, no, the hero also had a lot more responsibilities and they would never give anyone the chance to ruin this moment.

"I mean, they are definitely your type. Who the hell is that?" Their friend took a sip of their own drink and the hero simply followed their gaze.

They thought their friend was talking about some coworker they had forgotten to introduce but when they saw the person they were actually talking about, their mouth went dry.

It was the villain.

In flesh and blood.

The hero almost let their glass of champagne fall to the ground. It was their enemy among all those people. It was their enemy who stood there and talked and laughed with the hero's mother.

They were supposed to be dead. They had been declared dead. The hero had seen them dead.

Blood rushed into their head. This wasn't real. They had to be someone else. Some clone or someone who could change appearances. The villain had died months ago.

The hero had held their cold body. They had tried CPR for minutes.

"Oh, is it a secret ex I don't know about?" their friend joked and when the hero looked at them for the fraction of a second, they saw them wiggling with their eyebrows.

"No, not exactly." Their eyes were fixed on their nemesis again obsessively, as if they could turn into air any second.

The hero downed the drink.

"Well, your mother seems to like them." The hero's friend elbowed them. "But I can take care of it if you don't want them here. It's your party, so if you don't want to deal with-"

"No," the hero said a little too quick. Their eyes were still on the villain and their elegant outfit. With a sweet smile on their face and, oh God, that little habit of tilting their head when someone asked a question. The hero felt like throwing up.

It embarrassed them, even though they knew it shouldn't. But they had been in therapy for the last months. Mainly because they couldn't deal with the villain's death. They had spent months to come to terms with their own mistakes and feelings towards the villain.

It had been hell. And now, they were supposed to stand there and simply talk to their mother?

"I'll sort this out. Do you mind?" They handed their glass to their friend and took a few shaky steps forward.

"Hey, wait." Their friend's hand was on their shoulder before the hero could come very far. "This is your party. Don't let anyone ruin it for you, got it?"

The hero looked at their friend and let the words sink in. They had hoped to have fun tonight and celebrate their achievement. But this was truly something they couldn't just ignore. If someone else was impersonating the villain as a cruel joke, they would pay for it and if this truly was the villain...the hero didn't really know what they were going to do if that was the case.

They could barely nod. Their heart was beating up into their throat. All their progress seemed to have been for absolutely nothing. They felt stupid. They felt so dumb.

"Again, if you want me to-"

"No," the hero said. It was softer this time. "Thank you, though."

They turned around and pushed themselves past other guests, giving polite smiles and muttering apologies under their breath as people shouted their congratulations towards them. It didn't feel like an achievement. It felt like the hero had taken ten steps back.

They felt so helpless again, just like all these months ago when the villain had whispered their last words. I adore you, they had said to them. It seemed like a bad joke.

It was a horrible feeling. A truly awful pain in their chest.

But eventually, they came to a stop in front of the villain and their mother. They cleared their throat.

"Pardon, but..." And then, just like that, the villain's eyes were on them again. Just like before - the same color, the same shape, the same lashes. If someone was impersonating them, it was a really good replica.

The hero's heart dropped.

"Sweetheart!" their mom chirped. "You never introduced me to your friend."

She gestured towards the villain and the hero wanted to slap them.

Their smile was the same crooked thing and their eyes were still as observant as ever. They looked totally fine - without the broken leg and without all of that blood on them. They tilted their head.

"Don't tell me I'm your little secret, hm?" the villain asked, their voice as suave as always.

The hero's heartbeat was skyrocketing. They hadn't heard that voice in months. They hadn't, they hadn't-

"I'm sorry," the hero said. They swallowed. "I must have forgotten...I must have forgotten to introduce you."

Their mother laughed and put a hand on the villain's bicep, as if they were two acquaintances.

"They are so lovely, listen: they told me this hilarious story about that one time the both of you-"

"I'm sorry, mom." The hero's voice was shaking but their mom had already finished a glass full of champagne and had been talking to someone...very pleasant. She didn't notice how heartbroken the hero was. "But could I borrow them? It'll be just a second."

The hero reached for the villain's elbow and when they touched them they were, indeed, very real. A chill went down the hero's spine and they had to swallow that horrible lump in their throat.

For whatever reason, the villain put their hand on the hero's, yet their eyes were on the hero's mother, expecting an answer. It was eerie enough already. The hero was fighting an upcoming panic attack anyway.

"Oh, of course. Go ahead, darling," she said, giggling. Their mother finished her drink, petted the villain's shoulder and ran after a waiter to get more drinks. The hero didn't hesitate and pulled the villain with them.

They were so angry that they were shaking.

"Let me tell you, your mother is such a lovely lady..." the villain purred. They let their arm snake around the hero's back until they let their hand rest on the hero's hip. "...but I was secretly hoping for you to come over. I can't stand it when so many people are gawking at you."

"I-" No words came out of their mouth. The hero had to get out of this room. They had to leave, they had to go.

Eventually, they dragged the villain into an empty hallway and pushed them against the wall but the villain held them close, so that the hero bumped into them. Blind with rage, the hero pushed themselves off.

"You-" Oh, Christ. The hero was crying. They couldn't keep it in anymore. Even through their blurry vision, they could see that the villain's flirty gaze vanished.

"Hey, woah, calm down. Please, I didn't mean to embarrass you back there," the villain said. They raised their hands and tried to touch the hero but they slapped their hands away. The dull sounds of the party echoed in the hallway.

"Embarrass me?! You fucking idiot, you dumb fucking asshole," they sobbed. Their heart was racing so fast, the hero feared it was going to jump out of their ribcage. "You died. You died seven months ago and I broke your ribs to start your heart again and you said you adored me and that you - you said to me that we would meet in another life again and I had to go to a fucking therapist to get my shit together and I thought about you every day and I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I..."

They took in a deep breath but it didn't really matter. Tears were running down their cheeks and they couldn't look at the villain.

"I'm sorry. Please, I am so sorry," the villain said. They took a step towards the hero. "I can explain everything to you. I didn't fake my death and I didn't-"

"I don't care," the hero lied. They squeezed their eyes shut. Maybe replacing their sadness with anger would make this easier. Although their therapist had suggested not to bury any feelings, the hero exchanged sadness with anger, overwrote a protocol in the back of their mind and swallowed the tears. Their words were sharp and they couldn't even take themselves seriously. They felt bad for it. They felt bad for saying this to the villain, even though the villain was the one who had lied to them for months. "You need to leave. This - this is my celebration and I am not letting you ruin it."

"I didn't want to ruin anything," the villain said. Their voice was calm. Apologetic even. "Please, if you let me explain it to you..."

The hero wiped the tears off their face, trying to put on a brave expression.

"You are cruel," the hero said. "That's all there is to it. That's all the explanation I need. You're cruel and you think you can get away with it because you can be charming and flirty. But this is cruelty. What you did to me was cruelty."

Hadn't the hero suffered enough? Why did the villain have to deceive them like this? After all they had said to each other?

"You don't want to see me, I understand."

"Exactly. Leave." The villain looked at the ground. The had taken their time to do their hair and search for a nice outfit.

It broke the hero's heart to do this, but they couldn't do this tonight. They simply couldn't. They needed time to think about this, they needed space.

The villain nodded and stretched out their hand, as if they wanted to touch the hero's face and deep down the hero wanted them to.

However, the villain pulled back in the last second.

"I'm sorry," they said again. They walked past the hero but turned around before they reached the door. "Congrats on the promotion, by the way. You really deserve it."

It didn't feel like an achievement in the slightest.

[ziggyzolch]

Queen Bee-atch Ⅶ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: None, lighthearted chapter tbh

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The sound of a marker cap popping open echoes across the walls of Regina’s room. Squeaking could be heard from the other side of the house with how aggressively she was writing.

She ignores her mothers insistent knocking as she pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts the photo of her and Cady in half. Pulling out a glue stick, Regina aggressively sticks the photo in the middle of the page.

She takes a deep breath, calming herself down and sitting back to admire her work. ’This girl is the nastiest skank bitch I've ever met. Do not trust her. She is a fugly slut!’ Captioned above a picture of her stuck in the burn book.

Those byotches had no idea what was coming. ✮✮✮

This party was worse than anything she could’ve imagined. Someone broke her mothers vase, Gretchen and Karen wouldn’t leave her alone, and, worst of all, she threw up on Aaron!

“Aaron, wait!” Her heels were digging into the backs of her feet as she chased after her longtime crush, wiping the puke off her mouth.

Aaron angled his body towards Cady, walking backwards and pointing his finger at her, “You are a clone of Regina.”

Cady sighed before perking up, “Call me!”

Aaron ignored her, wiping her vomit off his shirt as he disappeared around the corner.

At the sound of a motor, Cady scrunches her eyebrows, turning towards the source of the mechanical whirring. She curses under her breath as she watches you, Damien, and Janis approach on a motor scooter.

“You dirty little liar.” Janis jumps off of the scooter, stomping towards Cady while you and Damien spin around, unable to stop the scooter.

“I’m sorry! I can explain-”

“Explain how you didn’t invite us to your party?”

You pipe up, “Janis, I’m getting dizzy!”

She glares at you as Cady replies, “I had to act like I hated you! You told me to pretend to be plastic.”

“This,” Janis looks Cady up and down, “Is not pretend. You’re plastic. Cold, hard, shiny plastic.”

Damien warns Janis about his curfew before she continues, “Did you have an awesome time? Did you drink awesome shooters and listen to awesome music and just sit around soaking up each others awesomeness?”

Cady’s face contorts in anger, “You made me like this! All because of some bullshit petty 6th grade drama!”

Janis scoffs, raising her arms up in exasperation, “Oh my god! At least me and Regina George know we’re mean. You still try to act all innocent! You got what you wanted. Aaron broke up with Regina, yet you still mess with her. You know why? Because you’re a mean girl! You’re a bitch!” She throws her artwork at Cady, “You can have this, it won a prize.”

Janis gets back onto the moving scooter, almost falling off when you shake the vehicle getting off. Cady’s eyes widen when she sees you rushing towards her, preparing herself for another scolding when you run past her into the house party. Janis and Damien groan, turning back around and spinning.

Cady’s eyes widen when she catches you walking out with two half full bottles of vodka.

“Alright, let’s go.” You jump back onto Damien's lap, adjusting your hold on the two bottles. Cady runs her hands through her hair, letting out a breath. She starts walking back into her house when she hears Damien's voice,

“I want my pink shirt back!”

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“Wanda literally solos all of…” You trail off when a group of girls rush past you gasping at their phones as you walk through the doors. You and Janis turn to each other in confusion before Damien runs up to both of you and drags you further into school. “Check what I sent you!”

Janis pulls out her phone at Damien’s request, her jaw dropping, “No. Fucking. Way.”

She turns her phone towards you. Squinting your eyes at her screen, you read,

“Damien, too gay to…function?! That's only okay when we say it!” You turn away from her phone, pointing and watching the commotion with your friends. Looking around, you ask,

“Have you guys seen Regina?”

Before either could answer, the sound of the fire alarm and sprinklers going off startles everyone.

“All junior girls report to the gymnasium, immediately! Immediately!”

Damien puts on his hood, before walking alongside you and Janis to the gym. Taking your seats on the bleachers at the back, you open your phone to look through the different pages of the burn book.

“Hah! Check this out: ‘Trang Pak is a grotsky little byotch’. It’s like a foreign language.” Janis and Damien giggle as you continue scrolling, ignoring the pang in your heart when you scroll past your own page, and scrunching your eyebrows in confusion at Regina’s. Didn’t she make this? Speaking of...

You stand up, looking around for her, when you catch Cady walking in awkwardly. She makes eye contact with you, offering you a little smile that you return. As shitty as what she did was, it wasn’t entirely on her. Plus she was about to go through way shittier with the way people kept staring at her.

She turns looks next to you, still smiling, when Janis catches her eye and flips her the bird.

The stare off was interrupted by Principal Duvall starting his speech, going on and on about how he oughta cancel our spring fling. You weren’t really paying attention until the end.

“Who has any lady problems they’d like to share?” You snort when you catch Gretchen pushing Karen's hand down.

Another girl you barely recognize raises her hand, “Somebody wrote in that book that I’m lying about being a virgin because I use super jumbo tampons,”

You, Janis and Damien start hitting each other, holding your noses and trying not to laugh when she continues, “I can’t help it if I’ve got a heavy flow and a wide set vagina.”

Your face was turning red, barely holding it together when Damien snorts. You bark out a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth when everyone turns to look at you.

“Yeah, I can’t do this.” Principal Duvall sighs and urges Ms. Norbury to continue for him.

“Alright, everybody close your eyes,” She pauses, “Raise your hand if you’ve ever had a girl say something mean about you behind your back. Now open your eyes.”

You look around the room, everybody had their hands raised. She continues, “Close your eyes again. Raise your hand if you’ve ever said anything mean about a friend behind their back,”

You peek an eye open, raising your hand when you see everyone else's hands raised. You catch Regina doing the same. There she is. “Now open.”

You, Janis and Damien all collectively gasp when you see each other's hands raised.

“Seems like there’s been a little girl-on-girl crime here, let’s do a couple exercises...” Ms. Norbury had all of you confront your friends on what bothered you.

After a couple of confrontations and arguments, Regina stands up with her arms crossed, “Can I just say that I don’t think we have a clique problem at this school. Some of us don’t need to be here! We’re just victims.”

Ms. Norbury smiles, “That's probably true. How many of you have felt personally victimized by Regina George?” You slide down your chair, groaning in second-hand embarrassment when everybody raises their hands.

Janis rolls her eyes and pulls you back up to sit properly.

“Cady, is there anything you’d like to own up to?” Ms. Norbury calls out.

“No.” Cady replies

“You never made up a rumor about anyone?”

Cady looks around, shuffling in her seat, “No.”

“Nothing you want to apologize for?”

“...No.”

Ms. Norbury says something to Cady that you couldn’t catch before moving on. “Alright. Everybody up.”

She made us gather around a little platform, letting whoever wanted to go up and apologize for whoever they’ve hurt. It was absolutely horrible trying to hold in your laugh as the apologies began, especially when Karen fell forward into the trust fall instead of backwards. Someone you don’t recognize goes up, crying and apologizing.

“She doesn’t even go here!” Damien shouts before pushing you in front of him and pulling the strings of his hoodie. You stand on your tiptoes, attempting to conceal him as Janis moves closer to you. "I can't see shit from here," You mumble, trying to look between the girls stood in front of you.

Wanting to get a better view, you decide to move towards the front of the crowd. You pushed yourself between the girls, ignoring the curses thrown your way. Karen noticed you walking towards her and Gretchen and moved to the side as Gretchen went up, making space for you. Your smile dropped as Gretchen began her speech.

Oh wow. Gretchen was horrible at apologies.

Gretchen turns and falls backwards. Entranced by the train wreck that was Gretchen's half-assed apology, you hadn’t noticed people scattering away from you and Karen. Ms. Norbury gasps.

You all fall to the ground, Gretchen and Karen landing on top of you. Karen gets up after Gretchen, helping you up after her and adjusting your disheveled hair. You raise your eyebrows as she begins squeezing your cheeks with a far away look in her eyes before Gretchen starts pulling her arm. Snapping out of whatever trance she was in, she lets Gretchen drag her away, offering you a smile and a wave goodbye,

They could never make you hate her.

Janis pats your shoulder as she walks past you and up onto the platform, beginning her speech. Your eyes widen as she begins to list everything she’d done to sabotage Regina.

“Ay ay ay ay ay!” She ends her speech and jumps into the crowd as they all cheered her on. You were about to join when a teary eyed Regina pushed past you.

"Regina!" You and Cady called at the same time. You looked at each other for a moment before running towards Regina.

Cady keeps walking as you stop at the edge of the street, leaving them to hash it out when you feel a hand on your shoulder. A breathless Janis was standing next to you. You pat her back, “Nice speech, you should join Model UN.” Janis shakes her head in disgust, making you laugh until you notice a school bus speeding towards Regina.

"No!" Janis attempts to pull you back as you rush forward, jumping towards Regina and pushing her out of the way.

You both land on the harsh asphalt, groaning.

“God! Who drives that fucking fast in a school zone?!” You had your hand on your chest, trying to come down from the rush of adrenaline. “At least no one got hurt,”

Sitting up and looking around, you notice everyone’s eyes on you, “What? Why is everyone looking at me?”

Regina’s scream startles you. “Oh my God!” She says while standing up and pointing at your leg. You raise an eyebrow, turning to where she was pointing.

Oh god.

“Is the bone supposed to stick out like that?” You attempt to joke, before promptly blacking out. The last thing you see being Cady, Regina, and Janis all running towards you.

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Long-ish A/N: I used the gymnasium scene from the original mean girls, its lowkey funnier. I know this chapter has a criminal lack of Regina, but I promise I'll make up for it next chapter. I just needed to move the story along.

I made a little sketch of how I imagine R, but I made her vague in the fic on purpose! You get to imagine her however you want. This is just how I imagine her.

Will I acknowledge the fact that she looks like me? nope. Will I acknowledge the fact that I left out an eye? yolo.

Anyways, thank you for reading!

Tag list: @itzyyyyyydaaaaaa (if u wanna get tagged in the next chapter reply under this post!)

[kaymarie-bell]

Diasomnia Spoilers, Chapter 8 (JP)

part 1

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After Idia finishes his explanation of the plan, he makes our Magic Stones able to switch our clothes (like a character customization screen / magical girls lmfao) and we use Silver’s UM to start moving around. The first dream we see is Epel’s

Epel's dream:

In his dream, Epel has a buff body but the same face (also his steps sound like a giant walking lmfao.)

We go to talk to him, but he picks a fight with Sebek. In Epel’s dream he’s taller than both Sebek and Jack (😭). We have to convince him that this dream isn’t really what he wants in order to wake him up. He kinda loses it once we mention Vil.

We get blot clones of Vil and Rook that are trying to convince him to stay inside the dream, telling him how much Leona praises him as the best rookie in the magift team and how he embodies the strength and beauty of Pomefiore.

Grim snaps and reminds him of his wish to defeat Neige as the “poisoned apple” after the VDC.

Epel finally wakes up and accepts his true appearance. We fight against the fake Vil and Rook. Epel uses his UM to win. After that, Idia (in tablet form) explains the situation him.

Idia gives him the invitation he prepared, and we leave a fake copy of Epel’s body in the dream (the buff one 😭) to keep Malleus from finding out too soon.

We then move on to Rook’s dream:

Just as the new SSR showed: we are in a dream where Rook is still a Savanaclaw student. He is not a first year. He recognizes Epel and wonders if Leona asked to see him because of magift.

We try the “Vil would be mad if he saw you looking like that” strategy on Rook, however he doesn’t understand why it would concern him since Vil is an RSA student (��️)

Vil is also Neige’s best friend (‼️‼️‼️)

Rook begins his fanboy rant about Vil and Neige’s “friendship.” He always imagined them as besties, and he keeps talking about their interviews and how they behave with each other. Sebek snaps at him and gets him to shut up for a bit, Rook is apologetic for getting too excited since he doesn’t have anyone to talk about this topic in Savanaclaw (😭)

Ortho wants us to go into Rook’s room to get more information about this version of him to wake him up. Rook tries to stop us but we manage to get inside.

His room is decorated floor to ceiling with Neige’s merch on the left and Vil’s on the right (😭😭😭😭)

Sebek voice: what kind of rituals are you performing here?

Rook has been keeping his room a secret for all of his three years at NRC. He says he can’t let us go now…without looking at his oshis’ DVD collection first (😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

5 hours later. Everyone is tired, and Silver even fell asleep for the first time since we got stuck in these dreams.

Epel tries to make him remember the VDC, but in this Rook’s memory Neige sang Minna de Yahoo! alongside Vil. He tells us goodnight and we leave his room.

The group starts to wonder if this dream means that Rook would’ve preferred to not be friends with Vil, but Epel is against that idea. He thinks that Rook is still thinking about Vil’s overblot, and maybe he believes that if Vil and Neige weren’t rivals then Vil wouldn’t have gone through all that.

Our plan to make Rook wake up involves going to the Coliseum / VDC stage and sing Absolutely Beautiful (new rhythmic!)

We get a flashback of how we rehearsed the song. Epel guided us and assigned our places. Epel -> Vil / Ortho -> Jamil / Sebek -> Epel / Silver and Grim -> Adeuce combo / Yuu -> Kalim / Idia -> Audience and judge.

Idia is happy to take this role, since he is very strict about idol performances (😭) he also offered to get everything ready

Epel: ✨Really? Thank you, Idia-san! ✨

Idia: Ugh! It’s too dazzling! For a moment I thought I’d been reincarnated into an idol training game-

Idia: Pomefiore is frightening….

Idia: I mean, doesn’t this kinda make me a manager or a boys' idol group P?

Idia: “Idia Manager”….”Shroud P”…..Hah! It doesn’t sound too bad~

note: in the type of idol games Idia is talking about, the P stands for “Producer” (time to Ensemble our Stars)

Rook begins to wake up, but blot clones of Vil and Neige appear. They begin to sing Minna de Yahoo! and Rook gets distracted again. Epel starts to scream at him

Epel: Look closely! The real Vil-san looks more wicked, and his eyebrows are so angled! His eyes are so sharp that his stare will make your heart skip a beat!

Epel: Your Roi de Poison! Our Queen! He is far more Poisonous and Beautiful [than the fake]!

Rook: Poisonous…Beautiful…?

Epel: Don’t you dare give out the words Vil-san wanted the most that day to those fakes! You’re a worse traitor now than when you voted for the Royal Sword Academy! (ouch)

Epel: Come on, wake up! ROOK HUNTEEEER!

Rook: One vote for RSA…traitor…ugh!

Rook: Ugh!….that’s right…in this world…the most beautiful thing in this world is…ARGH!

Rook wakes up, but the fakes are still trying to distract him. ( shoutout to Vil’s VA, this Vil speaks in a more…princely? manner. Definitely not Our Vil)

Rook knows this is a dream, but he still feels guilty about pointing his arrow at them

(Groovy spoiler for Rook's new SSR)

Fake Vil voice: Neige get behind me!

✨MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION✨

We defeat the blot clones, and Rook and Epel have their reunion

Meanwhile Sebek and Idia:

Sebek: I can’t believe it…you’re not only making me fight, but also dance.

Idia: Hehe. I managed to get a good recording of the magnificent Sebek-shi waving his arms and feet in such a clumsy manner.

Sebek: You-! Turn that off! If you show this to anyone, I will not let you get away with it!

Rook notices Idia and is moved by him “guiding the underclassmen as a Dorm Leader” (😭)

Idia is like “eh? Not really…I’m more of a P or a manager…”

Rook asks him to explain what happened at Lilia’s farewell party. Idia shows him the video too. Rook joins our party, receives the invitation, and leaves a clone behind. We move onto the next dream.

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ hits different ”

leo valdez x daughter of aphrodite 🔨

moving on was always easy for y/n, so why did it hit different when it was a certain son of hepaestus

a/n im alive

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

It was always easy for Aphrodite girls. Or at least that’s what everyone thought. Or at least that’s what Y/N thought.

Love always came so easy to her. Boys fell at her feet to ask her out. It was so fun! She would switch them out like Ken dolls. Everyone knew that she had a new guy to obsess over every week before she got bored. The minute she got Aphrodite’s blessing, she had at least one boy from almost every cabin wrapped around her manicured little finger. She had flowers sent from the Demeter cabin nonstop. Whether or not she kissed- or more- the boy, depended on whether or not she liked the flowers. Well, unless he was cute enough.

But strangely enough, one twerpy son of Hephaestus survived the test of time. Her siblings all thought she went insane, or was replaced by an alien clone. She couldn't explain it. How she nearly peed from how much he made her laugh, or the way she felt like she was on a rollercoaster whenever his hand brushed against hers.

She could never forget when he finally asked her out. He showed up to her cabin with a necklace he made.

“You’ve probably gotten better jewelry than this, but-”

He couldn't even finish his sentence before her lips crashed onto his, “it’s the prettiest necklace I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N had never been happier than in the weeks that followed. Everything just finally made sense. She found herself painting her nails his favorite color and reflecting parts of him in how she dressed. Anything for him to get a certain look in his eyes and drag her into his cabin.

And everything was perfect. It wasn't the freedom that she was so accustomed to. It felt like Summer. She was engulfed in the love she felt from the boy, who she believed adored her to no end.

But now it feels like Summer where the Sun burns her heart and the sand hurts her feelings.

As she sat in a ball on her bed, a hat in her hands as she sobbed, she wondered what happened.

It had been over a month since he broke up with her. She just couldn't get over it, which was weird. Moving on was always easy for her to do.

She had put her friends through it during the first few weeks. They would throw parties and sneak out to the city- and each and every time she would get drunk and slur his name until someone shoved her into a car. Even when her friends would fill her ears with “love is a lie” just to get her by.

She stopped receiving invitations.

“I wish I could tell you why that idiot did it,” she heard her sister say.

She looked up at the girl, “I’ve been going through the evidence and it just doesn't make sense,” she muttered.

Piper sat at the end of Y/N’s bed, “I tried to talk to him, but he just won’t say anything about it.”

She rolled her tear stained eyes, throwing the hat onto the floor, “of course he wouldn't.” She sighed, looking at the door, “I’m gonna take a walk.”

“Do you want me to come?”

She shook her head, “I think I just need fresh air.” It was true though, she had barely been leaving her cabin except for mandatory training or meals. She stood up with shaky legs from how much she had sobbed. She slid on a pair of bunny slippers (me core) and walked out the door, luckily not many campers were out to see her mascara stains on her cheeks.

She made her way to the woods, arms crossed. There was a slight breeze from the September air that made her feel slightly better. She heard a crunch of leaves nearby that made her spin and looked around. She didn't see anyone, thank the gods, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Maybe they had finally come to take her away.

She continued walking until she collided with a body. She muttered an apology until she looked up at the person. Just to find the last person she should ever apologize to.

“Y/N,” he began, taken aback by seeing the girl he had been so keenly avoiding.

She stared silently at the boy as she waited for him to speak. But nothing came out. Just eyes on eyes waiting for the other to move, but neither did.

She finally decided she had had enough of this and turned around. Finding herself unable to leave as he gripped her arm.

“I’m sorry.”

She took a huff before turning back towards him, “you should be.”

He cringed at her hostility. He knew he deserved it. Before the incident, he was convinced that she had not an ounce of coldness in her. “I know.”

“Do you?” She pulled her arm away from him, “I have been trying to find an answer to why the fuck you would do this to me!”

His fingers slightly burned, “I did it for you, I was worried about you.”

She scowled, “huh? Are you stupid? What?”

He slightly laughed at her rhetoric, “I thought something was going to happen to me and I,” he sighed, “I didn’t want you to have to go through that.”

“Leo,” she began, “you put me through worse.”

He heart stung at the words, “I wanted you to move on and be over me by the time I… if I died.”

“But you’re alive,” she responded, “and I’ve had to watch you… exist. Without me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It's just you left me like.. like,” she paused, “no, I don't need another metaphor, it’s simple enough. You abandoned me.”

He looked down at her words, “I’m so sorry.”

She placed her hands on his neck, pulling him down to her height, “and if you died, I’d be coming right after you,” she smiled.

“Don’t say that.”

She let go of him, “I just want to be with you, Leo,” she mentioned, “and you took that from me.”

“I can’t say I’m sorry enough, baby.” Baby. Gods, she was about to be putty in his hands if he called her that again. Everything he had put her through would be buried six feet under.

He grabbed her hand, noticing the color of her nails. “Hey,”

“Don't say anything.”

“Okay.”

She smiled, “you’ve completely ruined me.”

“Why do you sound so happy about that?”

“I don't know,” she sighed, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling her closer to him while tracing his fingers up and down her arms, “I love you, I’m sorry.”

And with that, their lips touched. And for the first time in weeks, everything was okay.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Teenage Dreams (13 going on 30 AU) - part 1

Eddie Munson x Reader

Being 13 sucked, all the cliques and groups in school, fighting for popularity and all you wanted to be was 30, flirty and thriving, just like the cool girls in Star Magazine.

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Word Count:2,763.

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Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

*dividers by @saradika-graphics

Thirteen, what a terribly awkward age for anyone to be. Never quite sure about where you were supposed to fit in. All the popular girls would pour over the latest gossip magazine, nattering about which heart-throb of the month they thought was hotter. You couldn’t help but overhear the shrill giggling about how far they’d gone with their boyfriends, with a scandalised scream from the group when Stacy Evans revealed how she had made out with her boyfriend at Jessie Miller’s party last week. The boys weren’t much better either, all hanging out in their groups, guffawing and joking, rating seemingly every girl in the cafeteria on a scale of one to ten.

And you weren’t an exception to this, no. As you carefully weave your way through the bustling school’s cafeteria, balancing your tray in your arms you catch the attention of Jason Carver, the most bone-headed of all the boys, but he was a promising young talent in the school’s basketball team, so he got away with a lot of the stuff he did and said, with nothing more than a light warning breezing past him.

“Nice Hello Kitty shirt, did your mommy pick that out for you?” comes Jason’s shouted remark, high-fiving his crew when they laughed at his joke.

“Hey, Carver, leave her alone! All you care about is throwing balls into laundry baskets anyway!” and there was Eddie, your best friend in the whole world, always at your side through thick and thin. He slings a friendly arm over your shoulder as he walks with you to your usual seats. “How’s it feel to be turning the big one-three, you’re officially a teenager now!” He laughs playfully.

“Don’t remind me!” you squeal back, shoving his shoulder with a laugh of your own.

As you walk with him to your seats, you are once again stopped in your tracks, confronted by Nancy Wheeler, the school’s resident popular girl and her small army of followers who went with her everywhere.

“Hey, bestie can I talk to you for a moment?” she narrows her eyes towards Eddie “Y’know, just us girls.”

“Alright, I can take the hint, Wheeler. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” Eddie smiles before walking off.

“The girls and I were so excited about coming to your birthday party tonight, and I told Steve Harrington about it and he said he wanted to come with us,” Nancy started, twirling a dark, bouncy curl around her finger.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but Mrs.O’Donnell is up our ass about this group project, and Steve said he would help us out, so I guess nobody is going to be able to make it, which is a shame, because we really all wanted to come.” she says with a tilt of her head and an almost pleading look in her blue eyes.

“I could write your report for you.” you offer.

“Fabulous!” she cheers, her pink lip gloss glinting under the fluorescent lights “Then I’ll see you at your party I guess.” She smiles, and with that, Nancy is gone, her gaggle of girls following closely behind her.

Eddie walks beside you as you make your way home, your backpack slouching down your shoulders with every step.

“Y’know I can’t believe you invited Nancy and her army of girls to your party tonight.” Eddie grumbles

“They’re my friends!” you defend.

“Nancy and her clones are not your friends, okay?”

“Well not yet anyway, but they’re so popular and I just think if I could get them to like me, maybe I could hang out with them.” you explain. “I mean it’s middle school, right? And not being popular is like, total social suicide.”

“I thought you didn’t care about that stuff! Why would you even want to hang out with them in the first place? You’re way cooler than them. They’re always so concerned about following “the latest trends”, they’re all so unoriginal!”

“I don’t want to be original, Eddie, I want to be cool!” you whine.

Eddie shakes his head at you dismissively, before reaching into his pocket.

“Want some skittles?” he asks, pulling out the brightly coloured packet.

“Skittles are for kids, Eddie.” you scoff with a laugh before holding your hand open to him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” he smiles, dumping a handful of skittles into your palm. “I’ll see you at your party later, birthday girl.” 

You wrap your arms around him in a hug, saying your goodbyes,  before going your separate ways.

You fluff your hair in the mirror, swiping on a sparkly layer of strawberry pink lip gloss and adding the finishing touches to your baby blue eyeshadow. The electric sound of Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ stream through the tape player in your bedroom, it was a mixtape Eddie had put together for you for your birthday last year full of all the songs that he knew you liked plus a few more that he thought you might enjoy.

You turn yourself around in the mirror one final time, smoothing down the wrinkles on your flouncy pink party dress with your hands before putting down your lip gloss on your cluttered vanity table when you hear your mother knocking at your bedroom door.

“Honey! Can I come in?” she calls out.

You offer her a grumble of affirmation and she swings her way into your room.

“There’s my little birthday girl!” she squeals, pinching your cheeks.

You pull away from her, groaning with embarrassment.

“Mom! Stop teasing me, I’m not a little girl anymore, okay! I’ve got to look perfect if I want to get in with Nancy and her friends!”

“Oh, darling, you don’t need to worry about stuff like that. Just because you don’t look like the girls in Star Magazine, doesn’t mean that you’re not beautiful in your own way.”

“But I don’t wanna be beautiful in my own way!” you whine. “I wanna be like these girls.” you say, pointing to the beautiful, fashion model in the magazine spread out on your bed. They seemed to have it all figured out, always looking so effortlessly beautiful and carefree, without the stress of teen angst looming over them at all times. Thirty, flirty and thriving, the article had read, and that’s what you wanted. To be a flirty thirty-year-old without a care in the world.

“Sweetie, there’s a reason you don’t look like these girls, they’re models.” comes your mother’s response.

“I want to be thirty.” you pout.

Your mother hugs you close, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’ll get there one day, but until then, you’re my beautiful thirteen-year-old daughter.”

You’re alone in the basement of your house where it’s been decorated to within an inch of it’s life, brightly coloured streamers hang from the ceiling and a sparkly ‘happy birthday’ banner is plastered to the wall.

Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ music video plays from the small tv in the corner of the room, and you can’t help but join in with the familiar dance. When the music video first came out, you and Eddie had spent ages learning the routine religiously, it was one of the few songs that you both liked, the music being fun and funky enough for your tastes, whilst the music video was the right amount of creepy and spooky to capture Eddie’s attention.

You get lost in the music, the dance moves so ingrained in your brain that they come second nature to you, so much so that you fail to hear the creaking footsteps as Eddie descends his way down the steps to the basement.

“Happy Birthday!” he shouts, carrying a large pink box in his arms all neatly tied up with a sparkly bow. “I’ve got you a special present!”

“Oh my god, Eddie!”  you beam. “You know you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“And come to my best friend’s birthday party empty-handed, come on, you know that’s not my style.” he smirks as he sets down the box on the table. 

“What is it?” you look at him eagerly.

“Well it’s your birthday present, why don’t you go ahead and open it up and find out?”

You pull at the ribbon bow and lift open the box to reveal a carefully hand-built princess castle dollhouse. It’s carefully made with lots of little cardboard boxes stuck together, painted a soft baby pink, complete with hand-painted twirling vine flowers climbing up the spiral towers. Inside the walls are lined with lavender paper and colourful candy wrappers in place of stained glass windows.

“Remember, how you said you wanted the Barbie princess castle for your birthday last year? Well I wanted to give you something better than Barbie’s castle, and give you your own castle.” he smiles. “Look, and there you are, the birthday princess in her castle!” he smiles, nodding towards the miniature princess figurine, painted to look exactly like you in the mock-up throne room. “It was a D&D miniature I had been saving for this exact moment!”

“Oh Eddie this is beautiful!” you bubble, this was the sweetest thing that anybody had ever done for you.

“Wait! I almost forgot the best bit!” he smirks, reaching into his pocket to pull out another miniature D&D figure. “Can’t have a princess castle without a knight in shining armour to protect it now, can you?” It was a small knight, painted to look like Eddie, with his long dark curls, holding up a sword and a shield. “Thought you might need me to help protect you and your castle from those pesky dragons.”

You marvel at the amount of thought, care and attention to detail that Eddie had put into your present, your smile beaming across your face.

“And for the finishing touch, just a sprinkle of wishing dust!” he says, sprinkling a small amount of iridescent silver glitter over the castle.

“Wishing dust?” 

“Yeah, wishing dust knows what’s in your heart of hearts, your true desires and will make all your dreams come true.”

You and Eddie have a moment of peace, before the doorbell sounds out across the house.

“Oh they’re here!” you squeak, rushing around to tidy up as best as you can before letting Nancy in. “I’m just going to put this away for a moment, just so there’s room for everyone here.” you say picking up Eddie’s hand-made castle and putting it in the broom closet.  “Put on some music, please Eddie!”

You make your way to the front door, quickly smoothing your hands down your party dress before opening the door to Nancy and her gang of girls.

“Come on in, the party’s downstairs.” you smile, gesturing for everyone to make their way into your house. One by one all the girls follow Nancy inside, everybody shedding their jackets and dumping them into your arms as they go.

Just as you were about to close the door, Steve Harrington rolls up, with his friends Tommy and Billy trailing closely behind him. He was so cute, way more popular than you’ll ever be, but it never stopped you having a crush on him. He was the boy that all the girls wanted, with his head full of soft, shiny, bouncy hair and charming smile, it wasn’t hard to see why he had all the girls falling at his feet. The most popular guy in school, and he was coming to your birthday party. 

“Hey, Steve!” you wave him in, trying to play it cool. “The party's just getting started, come on in!”

Downstairs everyone was gathered together, and Eddie had put on his music, a noisy mix of screeching guitar strings and heavy drum beats. I suppose in leaving him in charge of the music, he was bound to play a little Metallica.

Although, however much Eddie was rocking out to Master Of Puppets, everyone else turned their nose up at his music choices. Particularly Nancy, who took it upon herself to wander over to the stereo, flick the switch off and eject the tape from the player, filling the room with immediate silence.

“You know, it’s only you who actually likes this music, freak.” Nancy sneers, pushing the tape into Eddie’s hands.

“Whatever,” Eddie shakes his head, making his way over to you “I’m going to head next door, go get my guitar, okay?” 

“Do whatever you want, Eddie. It’s not like I need a play-by-play of everything.” you tell him, in an effort to look cool in front of Nancy and her friends, which earns you a tittering giggle from the group.

“See you later, loser!” comes a whining laugh from one of Nancy’s friends as Eddie walks away.

“Hey, I have an idea of how we could spice up this party!” Nancy pipes up, flouncing across the room. “We could play Seven Minutes in heaven!” 

Everyone nods, a murmur of agreement sounding.

“..And since you’re the birthday girl, it’s only fitting that you go first.” she smirks, taking her satin scarf from around her neck and tying around your eyes as a blindfold, before walking you towards the open door of the broom closet. “You just go in there, and we’ll choose some lucky guy to follow you in, and then he gets to do whatever he wants with you for seven whole minutes. I know Steve is dying to spend some one-on-one time with you” comes her bubblegum sweet voice in your ear.

Nancy steers you into the closet, her hands on your shoulders.

“Before I forget, you did write my project report for Mrs. O'Donnell's class, right?” she asks.

“Yeah it’s on the table.” you nod.

“Thanks. Remember, keep that blindfold on and no peeking! Oh! And by the way, Steve’s big on going to second base.”

Nancy quietly locks the closet door, leaving you stuck inside waiting for your perfect first kiss with Steve Harrington.

Nancy and her gaggle of girls, along with Steve, Billy and Tommy make their way out of your basement, walking back up the stairs, passing Eddie as he comes back down.

“What’s going on?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“She’s waiting for you in that closet over there!” and with that Nancy leaves, quickly dashing from the party in favour of something more her scene.

Eddie shakes his head, Nancy had been bitchy enough to think that it was funny to leave you locked up in the cramped space of the broom-closet. He unlocks the door to see you sitting on the floor of the cramped up space, with the scarf tied around your eyes.

“I thought you weren’t going to come.” you say softly, thinking that finally you were going to get the chance to kiss Steve Harrington. “Where are you? I can’t feel you.” your soft voice comes out as you reach your hands out to find your man of mystery.

Eddie quietly allows himself the moment to reach his hand out to yours, letting his fingers interlock with yours.

“Oh Steve, I knew you were worth waiting for.” you sigh dreamily.

“Sorry to burst your bubble” Eddie laughs uncomfortably.

“Eddie?! What are you doing here?” you gasp, pulling the blindfold from your eyes. “Where’s Steve? Where’s everybody gone?” 

“They all left!” 

“What did you do?” you ask accusatorily.

“I didn’t do anything! I just went to get my guitar, and when I came back everyone was leaving!” Eddie defends.

You feel the red hot flare of embarrassment eating away in the pit of your stomach. Embarrassed that Nancy would actually want to be your friend, embarrassed that someone like Steve would actually go for a girl like you, but most of all upset at the fact that in reality, nobody wanted to come to your birthday party.

“No, get out!” you cry, pushing Eddie away from you.

“Wait! Please just let me talk to you! Please!” he pleads, but it all falls on deaf ears as you sink back into the closet, closing the door, leaving you to sit with your emotions.

“Leave me alone Eddie! I hate you, I hate me, I hate everybody!” you cry out shrinking into yourself, bringing your knees up to your chest, and slumping your head in your folded arms, letting your frustrated tears fall freely.

“I want to be thirty!” you cry out. “I wish I was thirty, flirty and thriving!”

A glistening sparkle washes over you, as you hug yourself tighter, wishing so hard that all of this was just a bad dream, that you were going to wake up from this and be living your dream life.

Thirty, flirty and thriving.

@paybacksawitch @penguinsandpotterheads @ali-r3n @aphrogeneias @eddiesxangel @mrsjellymunson @munsonology @onegirlmanytales @xxbimbobunnyxx

[kotemf]

An endless supply of homemade meals and knit sweaters for the Coruscant Guard

  It all started when Cringe helped a random old lade cross a busy street.

  It was Cringe's second day on Coruscant and he was patrolling on one of the upper levels along with Rys. When he saw an old granny with a cane afraid to step into the street, he didn't hesitate to help. That's why they were there, right? To help people.

  So he helped this lady cross the street, she thanked him and Cringe wanted to leave.

  "Not so fast, young man. Why don't you walk with me to my apartment, I have some cake."

  Cringe wasn't sure why she wanted him to go home with her and he also wasn't sure why the information about having cake - that was a nat-born meal, wasn't it? - was relevant but refusing this old lady felt rude. So he went along with it.

  He was grateful that he did. Apparently, the cake was relevant. Cringe got to eat as much of it as he could and got the rest packed in a box to take back to the barracks. The lady was good company, too. She was very lonely, her husband died five years ago and her only son moved away and was so focused on career he hardly took time to call her once in a while. She invited Cringe to come over again. And who was Cringe to refuse?

  There was something going on in the mess hall. There was a huge group of troopers around one of the tables. They were sharing something and looked like they were having fun. What was it? Spice, maybe?

  "Commander!" One of the shinies, Cringe, noticed Fox looking at them. "Do you want some?"

  Honestly, Fox could do with some good stuff. "Sure."

  He didn't get spice. He didn't even get a death stick. He got a tiny piece of cake with pink frosting. Where the kriff did they even get that?

  Thorn was sitting at the reception desk in the Coruscant Guard headquarters. He hated reception duty. It was all about explaining irritated senators that no, it wasn't the Guard's job to stand at their speeder to make sure no one scratched it and that if they needed a bodyguard, they had to fill a request and then wait for a clone officer to authorize it, and no they couldn't just barge in and take two troopers.

  "Next!" he called out after the last senator left.

  "Hello."

  Thorn closed his eyes under his helmet, the opened them again. Either he was going crazy or there was an ancient, smiling lady in front of him. Not their typical visitor.

  "Hello, how can I help you?"

  "I'm looking for Glitch."

  Thorn has never been good at remembering names but it sounded like a clone name. Did some poor shiny offend this lady? "I'm sorry, he is unavailable at the moment."

  "Then give him this, please."

  "Of course, ma'am," Thorn said instinctively as he examined the rather large package the lady put on the counter.

  "Thank you, dear."

  Before Thorn could process that, the lady was gone. Curious, he peaked inside the package. It wasn't everyday that a trooper received a gift. He hoped it wasn't a bomb or something like that.

  "Hey guys, do you know where Glitch might be?" Thorn asked a group of troopers in the barracks as soon as his shift was over.

  "Over there, playing cards."

  Thorn thanked him quickly before jogging over to the gamblers. He saw one of them quickly hiding something in his pocket. Fox didn't mind playing sabacc in the slightest but he didn't like it when troopers bet things, whether it were rare credits or just supplies like ration bars. Thorn didn't really know what the troopers were betting, if they lost their blasters in sabacc, well, that wasn't Thorn's problem. But being a commander, he wasn't trusted not to tell Fox.

  "Commander."

  "At ease. I have a package for Glitch."

  "That's me, sir."

  Thorn handed the shiny his package. He still didn't quite know what the contents were, he didn't peak that much. The only thing he knew was that there was something white and soft.

  Thorn watched the shiny unpack two fluffy sweaters and various containers of nat-born food. What the heck?

  Glitch, of course, visited the kind lady to thank her. He left with a huge box of cookies and an invitation to come over for dinner.

  The dinners became a regular occurrence. It didn't take long and Glitch got asked to call her grandma. He even had the honor of meeting the bingo club and was also told to start bringing friends. Grandma and her friends from bingo were furious when they found out the Guard only got to eat ration bars and that they were always freezing because there was no heating in the barracks.

  All troopers had sweaters now. They were warm and soft, not like their blacks. And grandma and her friends from the knitting club even took time to make each trooper who came to talk to them their custom sweater that matched their armor. They even convinced grandma to knit a sweater with fox for their grumpy commander.

  Somehow, the whole thing ended the war.

  The world had no idea why numerous complaints about the treatment of clones were coming to the senate from a senior house and a knitting club for lonely grandmas of all places. They had no idea how the chancellor later revealed Sith lord happened to get stabbed to death with knitting needless or why a surprising number of clones from the Guard decided to go help out to old people now that they were free of all things they could've chosen.

  But the Corries knew. They knew and they would never tell.

[haunted-headset]

💜 Oh, Distant You. 💜

Summary: Tommy asked what happened between you two.

a/n: hello! i was in the mood to make a short angsty fic, so i present this to all of you! this was (obviously) based on "Oh Distant You"

contains: angst, a break-up with you & Wilbur, crying, flashbacks, cursing, a cliffhanger ending, mentions of presumed death, the reader is said to have had mental health issues in the past, & mentions of suicide.

words: 651

tags:@zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

[Wilbur's {3rd person} POV]

Tommy had invited Wilbur to his house for an "intervention". He'd been locking himself in his apartment for days without messaging or calling anybody, streaming, or going to the studio. The Lovejoy members called him & messaged him uncountable times, but he never responded. Some of his friends thought he had killed himself. Nobody had heard from Y/N, either; they were an active streamer, usually streaming twice or thrice a week, but they hadn't streamed for two weeks. Y/N wasn't on tour with their band, either, & hadn't announced a break, so it worried Y/N's followers & fans.

"What's going on with you?" Tommy asked him. "Nobody's heard from you or Y/N in a few weeks. Did you two have a secret wedding & a honeymoon without telling anybody?" While the light-hearted joke was obviously intended to make Wilbur feel better, it just made him feel worse.

"We broke up, Tommy," he murmured, covering his eyes with his hand.

"You what?" Tommy raised his brow, not hearing Wilbur correctly.

"We broke up, Tommy," Wilbur repeated, louder this time.

Tommy was shocked. "I thought everything was good between you two! Why did they dump you?"

"I dumped them, Tommy," Wilbur said shakily, holding back tears.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I'm an idiot, Tommy, that's why!" Wilbur shouted, removing his hand away from his now red & glossy eyes. "Because I'm an idiot who thought prioritizing my music & my career over them was the better option! & they could be dead right now, for all I know! Their mental state was terrible when I broke up with them, so for all I know, they could be hanging from a noose right now, dead as a motherfucking doorknob."

"Woah, woah, woah, Wil, take a breath," Tommy said, his eyes wide from how Wilbur reacted. "Tell me what happened."

"I just--I got in over my head & started panicking & being an anxious idiot like how I was when I was a kid & I thought that my career & my band needed to be prioritized over them," Wilbur explained shakily.

"Why did you think that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I thought my career was better than them," he said softly.

"Is your career better than being with them?" Tommy asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"God, no, Tommy," Wilbur said with a catch in his throat. "I hate the way I talk when I'm trying to compliment or praise them because it'll never give off the praised esteem they have. They're two stars from grace & I'm convinced that this world turns for them & nobody else." He paused. "No offense, Tommy."

"Were you looking for somebody better or--" Tommy started.

"If the Lord or the universe or whoever fucking controls everything were to whip up a clone of them," said Wilbur, "I wouldn't even glance at it, so, no, Tommy. & if I did date that clone, I'd have to take a month off work & everything to sit down in the kitchen, & explain all our in-jokes, & cry with them to Wall-E, & still, I'd fuckin' miss Y/N."

"So you regret it all?" Tommy asked.

"Of course I do!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was creating the solution to their problems, that I was being the fix-all, but I was just the villain. & every single modicum of energy that I gave to all the little things compounded all my placidity, & I drove out all the good things & made life so fuckin' heavy, & now I can't wake up & talk to them." He was crying at this point, having to pause a few times to calm himself down.

Tommy held his phone up & pointed at the screen. He was on a call. He was on call with Y/N. He had been this whole time.

"Hi, Wilbur."

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[freesia-writes]

Ch 42: Dancing

Master List ~~ Previous Chapter ~~ WC: 2.4k

FANART by @perfectlywingedart and @raevulsix and @the-little-moment 😍

Realizing that the scents and sounds of the Farmer’s Market had become a familiar, welcome experience, Hunter wove his way through the crowds as his eyes flitted from stand to stand. He was looking for something specific, but was beginning to panic that this was the one week a certain vendor might not have attended. Lyra usually visited the Market each week, but he’d asked her to avoid this one, insisting that she trust him and not ask questions when she started to poke at his mischievous secrecy. She’d relented, however, on the condition that he explain himself over dinner that night, and he’d agreed with a smug grin. It was all coming together perfectly. 

Ah, there it was. Displaced from the typical stall near a fountain, he found the florist, where exotic plants and blooms of every color wafted their delicate fragrance through the air. It was mercifully empty, giving him ample space to inspect every single flower to try to find the perfect bunch. After a few minutes, the owner approached from behind the table, a knowing smile on her elderly face. 

“Trouble choosing, dear?” Her voice was laced with such warmth that he immediately felt his tumult begin to quiet, a mildly bemused expression betraying the accuracy of her assessment. 

“Yeah,” he admitted, gesturing to the numerous choices. “Nice spread you’ve got.”

“Tell me about her,” the woman invited, shuffling around to stand by his side, gazing at the wall of blooms before them.

“She’s…” he faltered, mind racing with so many things that he didn’t even know where to begin. A tiny touch on his forearm pulled his attention from the swirling cloud of possible descriptions in his mind, and he looked down at the florist. 

“I know that look,” she giggled, a twinkle in her eye. She tapped the side of her nose and gave him an affectionate wink, then turned to her bouquets. “How big are we thinking?” 

“Eh…” He was baffled, wanting to convey so much with a simple gift and yet aware of the fact that Lyra was not really a “big” sort of person… something he loved about her. “Not big, but…”

“Beautiful in its simplicity?”

“Exactly.” An unsuccessful attempt to hide his surprise at the woman’s uncanny knack for precision brought another delighted chuckle to her lips, and she turned to the table behind them, crooked fingers wiggling over the tops of the assortment as she searched. They landed on a textured brown pot that held a plant with long leaves that arched gracefully around some thick stems. Hanging from each stalk were some brightly-colored buds shaped like hearts, each one having a delicate design that made them look as though they were painted. They were small yet mesmerizing with their elegant curves, and the way they were tucked in among the foliage gave them an endearing sense of playfulness. 

“They might seem cheesy at first,” the woman explained, holding up the pot and turning it slowly. “But they open up more when they bloom and are adorably unique. Trust me… They bring a smile every time.”

Hunter wasn’t sure, but as he scanned the rest of the table, he didn’t see any other options that stood out, and the woman’s guess was probably far more reliable than his own, so he gave her a nod and was on his way. He’d made it a few steps toward the road when an intimidating figure stepped into his way, and his grip tightened around the plant as he recognized the parasite from Lyra’s office. 

“Hey, skullface,” Mullet Hanker began, running a hand through his neatly-styled hair. “Couple things for you…” 

No reply came from the clone, who was already calculating a series of blows, some of which included the flowerpot and others without. 

“Alright,” Hanker continued, unfazed. “First of all, cute.” He nodded at the flowerpot with a condescending smirk. “Second of all, I was a little too drunk at the Festival this year, so tell Vetana she doesn’t have to be all scared anymore. I’m still gonna need those admissions reports though.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes, chin lowering as he regarded the man with venomous intensity. “If you ever bother her again, you’re not gonna like what happens.”

“Hmm.” Hanker’s voice dropped while his back straightened, and there was no trace of remorse in his unmoving stare. “I’m sure it feels good to say that, short stack… But uh… I’m not someone who likes being told what to do, you see?” He shifted positions, pulling up the waistband of his pants a little and casting a seemingly casual glance around the area before leaning in for one last barb. “So… don’t waste your time threatening me.” 

He sniffed, turning and strolling away as though he hadn’t a care in the world. Hunter stared after him, pursing his lips thoughtfully before continuing on the path out of town. 

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Fun Fact: @raevulsix was the first friend to EVER draw fanart for me (an undercover casino scene from Tech and Vel), and it's been so fun to see her style evolve over the last year and a half! Hunter's face is SO SOFT in this one, I'm deceased! 🥹

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“Hi,” Lyra said warmly as she opened her door, a wide grin on her face as she saw Hunter hiding something behind his back. He’d spent the rest of the day preparing for his plans that night, and now that it was dinnertime, he felt jittery with anticipation. “Whatcha got there?”

“You’ll see,” he grinned, producing nothing but a large sackcloth carefully tented around whatever was beneath it. 

“What about the ‘no secrets’ rule?” she teased, squinting suspiciously at him as they made their way to the back of the cottage. 

“It’s not a secret, it’s a surprise. Completely different.”

“Getting by on a technicality, hmm? Alright…” She slipped her arms around his waist, brushing the backs of her fingers across his cheek before turning her head and enveloping him in a hug. When she released him and stepped back, he noticed her appearance. Even more so than the other night, she’d dressed up as best she could. Her long brown hair fell in soft waves behind a deep teal dress with flutter sleeves. On her upper arm was a delicate design of small chains that wove in an intricate pattern around her bicep, and she was proudly sporting the sea glass necklace he’d made for her. Her features were enhanced with makeup, something he hadn’t yet seen aside from the heavy disguise she’d worn to Keytoll, and she brought a hand to her cheek self-consciously as she noticed his study of her face. 

“That’s new,” he commented, a fond smile on his face. “It looks–”

“Like Pa’lowick paint, I know,” she deflected, brushing her eyebrows into place. He laughed.

“No, it’s… fancy.”

“Well you said to be fancy,” she answered with a grin. 

“Indeed I did.”

“You look pretty handsome yourself,” she effused, taking in the smooth red shirt he was wearing, a contrast to the usual earth tones and textures he gravitated toward. “Pants are a little tighter than usual.”

“Yeah,” he groaned, looking down with his own flicker of embarrassment. “I thought they were–”

“A nice treat,” she finished, beaming at the snort it earned from him. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he purred, deeply content. She gave him a playful salute, then began clearing the last few things from her table. 

“So… What’s the plan?”

A half hour later found the two of them meandering through the restaurants in the center of town, Hunter’s fingers entwined with hers as he led the way. They rounded a corner, one of the local eateries coming into view, but it was completely dark inside, front doors closed and locked. A chain hung between two poles at the base of a flight of stairs that led up the side of the building, and he deftly freed it from one of the posts, inviting her up the steps before replacing it once they were past. 

“Breaking and entering isn’t usually my style,” she murmured uncertainly.

“I didn’t break anything,” he smirked, taking her hand again as they climbed. The stairs made a sharp turn around the corner of the stucco structure then emerged at the top, which was a flat rooftop garden illuminated by string lights. A small fountain tinkled peacefully in the corner, tucked amid lush vines and bushes, yet the center of the space was noticeably empty. 

Lyra shot him an inquisitive look, but he maintained his calm exterior and led her to the center, releasing her hand momentarily to take a few steps away, where he reached between the foliage and pressed a button. Soft music began to play, an old tune he knew she loved, and her eyebrows arched together as she recognized the nostalgic melody. He slowly walked back to her, holding out his hand, and she took it immediately. He pulled her in close, arranging them into a dance position, but she suddenly broke loose. 

“Hunter…” she said in trepidation. “I don’t know how to dance.” 

“It’s nothing special,” he said quietly, inviting her in again. “Just an excuse for me to hug you for a really long time… while shuffling in a circle so you can enjoy the scenery.”

She chuckled, coming back into his embrace, and tentatively began to follow his gentle sway, unable to resist a smile. Her favorite person, her favorite song, a beautiful place… It was heaven. 

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The texture! The lights! The sweet tenderness! @perfectlywingedcrusade is a freaking wizard!

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“I saw you dancing with Luciana,” she murmured, catching him off guard with such an abrupt change of topic. She lifted her head slightly to regard him honestly. “I’ll never be able to dance like that.” Her admission felt hurtful to him somehow, and he ached for her to see herself as he did. 

“I don’t want you to,” he reassured, shifting his arm more snugly around her waist and leaning his forehead against hers. “This is all I want.”

She sighed, assuaged for the time being, and closed her eyes at the intimacy of his closeness. Emotions that he couldn’t begin to name filled his chest, and he stroked the back of her hand with a thumb, taking a deep breath in an attempt to quiet the deep yearning that was growing every second. They turned slowly, a light breeze nudging Lyra closer against him. When the song faded to quiet, she opened her eyes and found his, an adoring smile on her face.

Hunter released her hand, cupping her cheek and brushing the rough pad of his thumb along its curve. It was soft, like her. Gentle, like her. Inviting, like her. She lifted her chin the tiniest bit, enamored with the tenderness in his eyes. He licked his lips, inhaling quietly. When he spoke, his voice was husky and quiet.

“I love you.”

She was delightfully surprised and yet not surprised at all, her smile widening as her eyes glistened with joy. She opened her mouth to respond, hesitating for a beat, but he couldn’t wait a moment longer. 

Hunter closed the distance between their faces in a split second, pressing his lips to hers. A sharp inhale through her nose sent a jolt of tension through him, but as she melted against him, he relaxed into the euphoric moment that he’d wanted for so long. Her lips were unbelievably soft, her body surrendered against his, and waves of utter bliss cascaded from his head to his toes. Slipping his hand a little farther around her neck to cradle the back of her head, he pulled away for a breath before bringing his mouth to hers again. Her heart was pounding, mimicking his own, and yet beneath the onslaught of elation and desire, there was a singular, calm tranquility that rose to the surface. His soul had found its home.

He lingered there, regretfully taking a step back only when his mind had slowed its reeling enough for him to have some sense of clarity and he noticed that she had gradually begun to sink lower and lower as though her knees were giving out. A chortle escaped his lips as he steadied her with the arm around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. She slowly opened her eyes, barely able to restrain her exuberant glee. He brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek with worshipful adoration, and after a few seconds, she spoke. 

“I told you I’d need to be sitting down for that,” she whispered blissfully, and he laughed freely. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, nuzzling against the side of her face before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. She shivered, basking in his unrestrained affection. 

“Second of all…” She tightened her arms around him. “I love you, Hunter. So much.” Her eyes met his with clear admiration, stirring and soothing at the same time. Now it was she who lifted her hand, allowing his arms to rest at her waist, and stroked a few strands of hair away from his face, caressing down the side as he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. There was a sense of surrender that he never wanted to let go of, a supreme happiness he’d never imagined he could have. She cupped his face with both hands, leaning in to kiss him on the lips again, and he felt as though his heart could burst. 

He never wanted it to end.

“But…” she mumbled, finally tearing herself away and regarding him with a rummy sort of satisfaction. The single word struck him to the core, chilling the radiant warmth he’d been radiating. “We still need to eat dinner.”

He laughed, flushing with fondness at her ridiculous, adorable self, and still found himself rendered speechless by the supreme happiness he felt. 

“Let’s grab a pizza,” Lyra suggested, silly with glee.

“I love you so much,” he chuckled, taking her hand to enjoy one of the many evenings he hoped to share with her.

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And the SWEETEST moment captured by @the-little-moment, haha, with such tenderness and beauty and heartwarming awe.

Cheesy but perfect: La Vie En Rose by Louis Armstrong ( lyrics ) (youtube.com)

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green in the eye

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 0.6k SUMMARY: jealousy causes anakin’s spite to reveal itself to those you toy with. NOTES: mostly a conversation between you and hunter, and then anakin and hunter. very lightly smutty. this piece was a warm up, and i think ill write a follow up to it some other time, this was honestly kind of a prequel to a bigger project later on that i havent figured out how to make work yet. but hey if you like it and want more lmk :) jealous ani is my fave WARNINGS: anakin x reader x hunter | you flirting with hunter | anakin being an asshole | no actual smut, no implied smut either, just adult conversations ab sex ig | rex trying to help | wrecker and hunter checking out your ass | established fwb relationship with anakin | commander!reader

It was in your nature to flirt. It wasn’t like you were exclusive with your General ANAKIN SKYWALKER. Regardless of that fact, it seemed as though he encouraged faithfulness, but would refuse to explain why he expected it. It pissed you off to no end, especially because you observed how Anakin always got what he wanted, and you weren’t just going to roll over for him. Warming your bed was a privilege, not a right, and treating it so carelessly only pushed you further away. 

Working with both Anakin and Clone Force 99 killed two birds with one stone. 

“I like your tattoo. Got any more?” you asked HUNTER, your current object of fascination. Generously, you scanned him, noting how well he fit into his uniform. How it glinted in the warmth of the bonfire. 

Hunter didn’t seem to register your flirt yet, and answered honestly while he sharpened his knife. “Yeah, underneath all this armor.” If only he stopped to process it a second longer, he would’ve realized how invitational he came off. 

“Oh,” you replied, intrigued, as you bit your bottom lip. At the words, Hunter’s eyes curiously swept over to meet your sultry gaze, sharpening slowing to a halt. “Maybe you can show me sometime.” Your tone betrayed the context you referred to. Hunter gulped. It’s not often he’s spoken to so forward. He liked it. Perhaps a little too much. 

Shyly nodding, he held your eye contact, and returned to his work once he realized how public this conversation was. His bashfulness only made you smile, kicking him playfully with the side of your foot and a light blush dusted his cheeks. 

Anakin grit his teeth, a few feet from the fire. He’d held up his hand to Rex to signal his silence so the General could listen in, having heard your shameless flirting. Rex furrowed his brows at Anakin sticking his nose into something he shouldn’t, following when Anakin trekked over to sit near Hunter. 

As casual as ever— even while knowing full well the jealous nature of Anakin Skywalker— you sighed. “I’ll go grab more firewood. We’re close to running out.” Picking yourself up, dusting your hands off, you passed by the two men. Despite their fronts facing the fire, their backs burned from the remnants of your presence as you walked by them. “Wrecker, with me. I’ll need your help to carry.” 

“You got it, Commander!” he said enthusiastically as he trailed behind you. Unbeknownst to you, both Wrecker and Hunter watched your hips sway. Anakin kept his suspicious eyes on the pair until you were out of view. When Hunter noticed how unwavering the General’s gaze on him was, he cleared his throat to break the uncomfortable silence. 

“She’s trouble.” he scoffed, the scrape of his stone against his knife filling the air with white noise. 

“More trouble than she’s worth, I can assure you.” Anakin spoke from experience, but he didn’t realize how obvious he just made that secret. Hunter’s head tilted from the minute discovery, narrowing his eyes to himself. The General’s jealousy was rearing its ugly head, and clouded his judgment. 

Rex, hoping to change the subject, faked a cough as he patted Anakin’s shoulder harshly. “The tea, sir, it smells like it’s burning.” 

Anakin didn’t correct him to say it wasn’t— that tea didn’t burn— but he was grateful for the reminder. He pushed forward and stirred the ladle in the pot. The herbs Anakin had handpicked swirling around in the boiling opaque green liquid. 

His chronic inability to let things go caused him to continue digging. “Perhaps if you’re lucky, she’ll invite you in her tent for a roll in the sack.” he told Hunter, gauging his reaction carefully.

Abashedly, Hunter shook his head, chuckling wryly, to disguise his suffocation in this atmosphere. “Oh, no, sir. I wouldn’t distract myself on a mission like that.” 

Distrustful, and stooping lower, Anakin mused as disingenuously as possible, “How noble.” It ended the conversation.

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB s3 ep4 Thoughts!!!

Oooohh starting off strong

Omega immediately wanting to go back because “it’s right”

Crosshair wanting to keep moving, not because he’s scared of going back but because he understands that he can’t help anyone if he’s dead

Ah there he is. The bitch. The Hemcock.

I wanna say Nala Sa deserves to be in prison but idk I’m starting to feel for her

Pretty sure she won’t survive the season though

IM SORRY THAT SHOT WHERE THE COAT IS HANGING OVER THAT POWER LINE???

is that,,,, a reference to yanno,,, shoes hanging from a power line?

hahahahahahah poncho stormtroopers

“You’re the one who wanted to bring… the hound.”

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

best duo this show has given us

If Hunter was the hesitant but willing dad, Crosshair is the exasperated older brother that was forced to bring his younger sister to the party he was invited to an now has to spent all night watching her

Ey not cool Omega. Someone was using that jacket to advertise their business

“See, isn’t this better?” “No.” “Ugh.”

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA

“I could take out half of them before they even know what happened” 😳😳

Yeah, I believe you sir

Damn fuck how many more clone crushes will I have to be burdened with

Jesus Christ

“That went well” “Stow it”

THEM

YOUR HONOUR

THEM!!!

Scottish Robot ahhahahahahaha

Say what you will about Crosshair, when that dude sat down across from Omega he was ready for a FIGHT

big ol’ softie <3

“You or your dad”

Glad Hunter wasn’t there to hear that

Or Crosshair for that matter

Both would’ve blown their cover

Tbh Crosshair makes a fair point about leaving while they can. The planet is filled with Empirials and they are running out of time

But he also hasn’t been part of a team in a while and maybe he’s forgotten some of what that entails too

Either way, loving how “selfless” and “selfish” are meeting in this ep

“I’ll do it your way BUT I WOULD LIKE THE RECORD TO REFECT THAT I DONT WIKE IT!”

Crosshair giving Omega a boost to get over the wall I’m crying

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” “Don’t push it.”

HE IS MY SOULMATE (based on sarcasm. I am vegetarian and I would free those animal friendos in a heartbeat)

The extra head shake and eye roll at that question too, he is already so done I can’t hahahahahahahah

“I hope your take-offs are better than your landings” “we’re about to find out”

Aaaaaaand that just reminded me that Tech was the one who taught her to fly

🥲🥲🥲🥲

That fucking shriek when the stormtrooper got blasted by the engine hahahahahaha

Ohohoh altered batch theme after take off? Okayokayokay I see you👀

Jesus Christ, Crosshair trying to prepare Omega for the very real possibility that Hunter and Wrecker are dead?

Like I know it seems cruel and defeatist but it’s actually kind in a way

Managing expectations in order to save her from a worse fall out

FUCK I THOUGHT I’D HAVE TO WAIT TILL NEXT EPISODE FOR THEM REUNION

JESUS

AAAAAAHHHHH

“We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you”

SIR

I AM QUACKING

why did Hunter’s appearance suddenly piss me off

Like Wrecker had a cute line and Hunter had to walk up like

“Um, five actually”

Like idk it felt like he was taking over the moment (which makes sense because he’s her dad but still it just sounded awkward)

EXCUSE ME??? I BEG YOUR BIGGEST PARDON??

Omega just explained that she only got off that planet AND survived so far thanks to Crosshair and all they can do is look all bitchy butt-hurt

Like I expected this from Hunter but why isn’t Wrecker hugging him?

Bc they went looking for Cross before, I thought we were past the straight up hate?

Love how stoically Cross is taking it though

I have to admit, so far this is one of my all time favourites. The comedic timing, the very real story line, the confrontation of previously opposed characters? Wonderful. But the pièce de résistance? Crosshair’s character description rings true again. “Severe and unyielding” Tech had said. I’ve rambled about this a lot recently, but the boiled down version is that when Crosshair commits to something, he commits all the way. Like how he committed to the Empire so hard that he hunted down his brothers. Or when he finally decided the Empire was a bunch of shitbags and shot officer shitbag (I forget his name) in the face. He has now decided to commit to Omega, for whatever reason. And it shows. Because even when she tells him to go, he’s literally only a minute behind her. He lets her employ her own strategies despite his preference and experience. He’s ready to beat up Captain Dickhead (did they even give him a name?) for sitting down across from her. He tells her to get into the ship first while he lays down cover fire.

Crosshair’s next “severe and unyielding” decision is Omega’s safety. And I couldn’t be more excited to see where it goes!

AND I cannot believe how much I suddenly like his character. I was so disinterested in him for like s1 and maybe 90% of s2 but now I am more interested in what becomes of him than I am in what the deal is with Omega’s M-count.

I’m saying it now. These seasons hyper focuses are: Rex, Echo and Crosshair (in that order) (for now, we’ll see)

Thanks to everyone who sat through that, have a good day/night/whatever, friend!

[acourtofquestions]

*Clone Wars narrator voice* but it's really “just Chaol”: War has broken out among the Fae Civillians of Terrasen and the Witches of the Wastes *audio fades out*

Aelin & Manon make eye contact across the room, a single nod is exchanged.

… 1 day later…

Chaol *at the head of the war room council* : Now can you please explain to me why you & Manon ran away… and got married?

*Aelin & Manon sitting side by side at the opposite end of the table of advisors, seemingly unfazed & picking at their nails*

Manon: An easy alliance -

Aelin: - duh.

Manon: *flicks hair* Oh, come on, you're all just mad you didn't think of it first!

Aelin: *muttering & rolling eyes* I mean you've all been trying to marry me off since before I was born!..

Nesryn: *turns to Chaol* They have a point.

Aedion: *head desk* but why did you feel the need to adopt Lysandra?

*camera pans out to show Lysandra between them*

Lorcan: *waving hands between them* AND ELIDE!

*pans out again to further show Lys's hand holding Elide's (like children at the Principle's office) between their parents*

Manon: You really think we'd get married and not consider our children?

Aelin: I made sure everyone was taken care of in the legalities!

Yrene: You both realize though that Aedion is now Aelin's… son-in-law?

Manon: It's not that complicated! Ugh! Look: Dorian's my husband *Dorian shrugs from corner* —

Aelin: - and Rowan's mine.

Manon & Aelin: Aelin/Manon is my wife.

Aelin & Manon: *in sync* and Elide is our child!

Aelin: Lysandra is her sister -

Manon: - and Aedion's fine!

Fenrys: makes perfect sense to me EXCEPT for the fact I wasn't even INVITED? How come? Cause even Lorcan's in on it?!

Aelin: *alarmed*

Rowan: *turning to Aelin* …wait… your saying… that would make… Lorcan you son…

Aedion: *starts cackling*

Aelin: *screams*

Manon: No, no, no, no.

Aelin: Shut up and go to your rooms!

Nesryn: *smirking* It’s already happening!

Manon: *head in hands* what have we done???

Aelin: Look it's fine! It was just one of those silly fake weddings, there weren't even more than two witnesses *Rowan muttering about their wedding only having two witnesses* we can just get it erased!

Chaol & Yrene & Nesryn: not when you've advertised it for the solve to world peace!!!

Elide: Hey, I for one am happy for my mothers!

Lorcan: *muttering* suck up.

[ilcuoreardendo-fic]

Protection and Banter (A Crosshair snippet)

Echo was learning, in these small, private moments in between duties and missions, that wherever Tech was, Crosshair would eventually follow. He might only pass through a room, giving it a quick surveil. Or he might sneer at a Reg who was looking too close to starting shit. Or he might throw out a comment that sounded mean to Echo but which Tech countered with a dignitary’s grace and which got a small, sly smirk from Crosshair in return.

It didn’t take Echo long to realize it was Crosshair’s way of checking in, ensuring everything was as it should be.

He’d commented on it to Tech a few rotations back, as they waited for their medical eval in preparation for departing Kamino.

“There was an incident with some Regs when we were cadets,” Tech had said as they watched one of the Regs come in, start to take a seat next to them only to about-face beneath the weight of Crosshair’s stare and sit on the other side of the room. “I was making modifications to the protocol of the training droids in the cadet gym, to better align with the strengths in which we would need to demonstrate proficiency during one of our final simulations. I wanted my squad to be prepared. I explained what I was doing...but the Regs seemed to take it as an insult. My arm was broken. Crosshair was heavily reprimanded for infighting. He’s been this way ever since.”

“Did you need something, Crosshair?” Tech asked as Echo stepped into the cockpit.

“Yeah. I need to not be woken up by one of your hairpin turns.” Crosshair eyed Echo as he lingered in the doorway. “How’s his flying sitting with you, Reg?”

“Ah,” Echo said intelligently, not used to being invited into the bickering.

He still wasn’t quite sure where he stood with Crosshair. The quiet clone was cool, often short when speaking with him. Not mean...but, Echo would never mistake his interactions for a warm welcome.

The most warmth he had gotten from Crosshair to date had been on Skako. The squad had sent him and Crosshair to the high ground. It was only fair. Echo had been in no shape for a stand up fight, but he could fire a blaster if needed. And he was doing just that—aiming for a half broken droid climbing toward their location—when one of the flyers swooped low overhead.

He’d felt the brush of metal talons against his scalp. Then Crosshair had yanked him to the ground, laid half on top of him, his weight and warmth familiar and alien all at once, and shot the droid out of the sky.

Tech glanced at Crosshair; his mouth was taught but his eyes were bright. “I’ll have you know that I passed Jaon Ehn’s flight training with exemplary scores. He gave me a commendation.”

“He’d probably take it back if he knew how your fancy flying blew out the left sublight and got us stranded on Murkhana.”

Tech sniffed. “It was the damage the Marauder took on Felucia that took out the sublight.”

Crosshair looked pointedly at Tech. “And how long would the engine have held if you hadn’t done what you usually do?”

Tech pushed his goggles up his nose, though he didn’t need to. “Potentially to our rendezvous on Boz Pity.”

Crosshair smirked and unfolded from the chair.

“But,” Tech continued, “I must point out the odds of us being blown apart by separatist fighters were far more likely if I didn’t make that dive into the atmosphere.”

“Whatever helps you sleep, Tech. Hey, Reg,” Crosshair said, passing by and plucking a mug of caf off the tray, “keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t fling us into the side of a passing cruiser.”

“I can hear you,” Tech said.

With a smirk over his shoulder and a rude gesture, Crosshair disappeared into the rear of the ship.

From Chapter 3: A Place Called Home (Series: Written in the Dust, an eventual kind of fix-it, self-indulgent fic.)

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Crosshair and Tech are definitely batch twins. They have a unique connection. Echo's being invited in. Crosshair also has that big "I can pick on my brothers, but if you do it, no one will ever find your body" energy. These three together - I love them so much.

And, taking another look at "On Wings of Keeradaks" that shoulder touch he gives Echo is just...agh. *heart melts* It's an unspoken "well done," for shooting that droid out of the sky; and a touch that's meant to be both stabilizing and reassuring ("you're on the edge of a cliff, we're under fire, but I have your back").

I've played with some of their dynamic in several chapters in "A Place Called Home" but I definitely want more of it.

[punchdrunkdoc]

Part 3, Chapter 12

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 (maybe 4??) parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

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PART 3

Chapter 12 (*smut alert!*)

Calina dug her blunt nails into the skin of her neck, right over the site of Matt’s kiss. Then she dropped her hand and prepared to face the music.

Italy was the last remaining secret between them. Or, at least, the last one that had any bearing on their relationship. Matt still didn’t know the extent of her actions as a mind-controlled Black Widow - but as he and Katya kept telling her, she wasn’t responsible for those sins.

Her actions as Calina - the free and culpable woman - were the only ones that mattered. Matt had a right to know about those - especially now that he’d given her a second chance.

As she’d stared out of the windows just now, thinking about that last remaining secret, Matt had kissed her. Almost in the exact spot Ranieri had contaminated with his lips. As if he’d somehow known what she was thinking - and what she was keeping from him.

It had solidified in an instant what she needed to do:

Come clean.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “What happened in Italy? When were you in Italy?”

Calina took his hand and led him over to the couch. They sat and faced each other, an identical tableau to the one from early today.

It seemed this couch was quickly becoming the official designated spot for difficult conversations.

Calina held Matt’s hand in both of hers and stared down at their intertwined fingers as she told him the story. “About six weeks ago. We, um, found one of Volkov’s associates - a man called Salvatore Ranieri. He was actually the financial backer of the whole operation - and he lived in Italy. He lives in Italy.” Calina frowned as she tripped over her words.

Matt used his free hand to stroke her cheek. “Hey, its okay. Take your time.”

Calina leaned into the contact for a brief moment, then continued. “We needed the information on his laptop to help us locate Volkov. So I volunteered to get it. I was best suited of all the Widows to infiltrate Ranieri’s home and get close enough to him to steal the data.”

She felt Matt tense up. “By ‘close enough’, you mean…”

“He was holding a party in his mansion. So we faked an invite and I attended under a false identity. I made sure to catch his eye, then convinced him to take me up to his room.”

“Okay,” Matt said slowly.

There was still tension in his frame - she could feel it in the way his hand was locked around hers - so she hurried to explain. “When we got upstairs I drugged him, then cloned his devices. But before I managed to knock him out, he- he…”

“What?”

“He touched me,” Calina admitted.

“Where?” he grated out. “Where did he touch you?”

Calina spared a quick glance at his face, and could see his jaw was clenched and a deep frown marred his forehead. “You’re angry,” she said. “I knew you would be. I’m so sorry, Matt. Please forgive me. I know I don’t deserve it - you’ve already given me this second chance, and now I’m asking for another. I wouldn’t blame you-”

“Shut up, Calina.”

Calina snapped her mouth closed, cutting off her rambling apology.

Matt cradled her cheeks with both hands and tilted her face up, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The gentle action was at odds with the irritation in his voice. “I am angry,” he said. “But I’m not angry at you.”

Calina frowned in confusion. “Why not?”

“Because you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I- I seduced another man.”

“Did you sleep with him?”

“God, no!”

“Did you kiss him?”

“No.”

“Did you want to be with him?”

“No.”

“Do you want to be with anyone else?”

“No. How could you ask that? I only want to be with you.”

“That’s why I’m not angry at you.” He stroked his thumbs across her cheeks. “I’m angry that you were put in that position again. I’m angry about how upset it made you.”

When she frowned in confusion, he shook his head at her. “Do you think I can’t put two and two together, sweetheart? That was the night you called me, wasn’t it? On the burner phone?”

Calina dropped her eyes and nodded. “I- I didn’t want to go through with it. I hated being back in that role again, so I gave in and called you. I needed to hear your voice, to remember why it was necessary. To remember that everything I did…was to get back to you.”

Matt pulled her forward and kissed her, the move sudden and desperate. His hands slid from her cheeks into her hair, where he gathered the silky strands in two fistfuls. His tongue swept into her mouth, as if claiming her.

And she wanted him to claim her. She wanted to feel like she was his again. And she wanted him to know that he was hers. That she wanted no one else but him.

So she met his intensity and desperation with her own. She kissed him back and scrambled onto this lap, needing to feel him against her. He groaned as she sank down on to his hardening cock, and she swallowed the sound with satisfaction.

“Where did he touch you?” Matt repeated, his hands raking over her back.

In answer, she grabbed one of his roaming hands and moved it lower.

“Here?” he growled.

She nodded, still grinding her lower body against his. Matt flipped up the end of her borrowed shirt and placed both hands on her ass. He kneaded and squeezed her cheeks, the rough movements hovering on the pleasurable side of pain.

Calina revelled in the harsh strokes, as Matt erased the touch of that foul Italian. She tipped her head back and moaned as Matt coupled each squeeze with a thrust of his hips against hers.

“Where else?”

She tilted her head to the side and bared the spot behind her ear.

“Here?” The word vibrated against that sensitive patch of skin as his lips hovered over it.

At her nod, he bit down.

She gasped as his teeth pressed into her flesh, the move so unexpected, and so different from their previous encounters. Those had been slow and tender and loving, and exactly what she’d wanted in those moments. But right now? Right now, she wanted this. She wanted to revel in this darker side of Matt. She wanted to be marked by him. She wanted to come out of this sore, and bruised and feeling like every inch of her had been stamped by his touch.

Matt obviously felt the same. He replaced his teeth with his lips and sucked hard on the abused patch of skin until she knew she’d be left with a visible reminder of this moment for days to come.

He eventually released the suction and bathed her skin with his tongue before dragging his mouth up to her ear. “Where else?” he whispered. 

Calina could barely think. She dragged her memory back to that room in Italy and replayed the incident. Then she touched the side of her breast - the only other place on her body that Ranieri had managed to violate.

Matt replaced her hand with his, stroking the curve of her breast and cupping the mound in his hand. He placed his mouth over the peak and breathed against the material of the shirt. The focus of heat made her tight nipple ache.

Then his mouth disappeared. His hand disappeared. And her shirt disappeared.

Matt whipped the garment over her head and threw it to the floor behind her. Then his mouth was against her bare skin, and he laved her breast with the same savage, wonderful attention as he did her neck.

Calina writhed on his lap, her own hands roaming over as much of Matt’s skin as she could manage. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, scraped her nails over his neck and dragged her fingers over the muscles of his arms.

“Where else?”

Calina shook her head. “Nowhere,” she managed to whisper.

Matt palmed her thighs, his fingers digging into the taut muscles. “He didn’t touch you here?”

Calina shook her head again.

“What about here?” He spread his hands over her abdomen, then curved his fingers around her waist, clutching at her skin. He used his grip to pull her against his cock in one sharp, all-too-fleeting movement.

Calina moaned as the insistent, impatient need between her legs began to build and build. She tried to rock against him again, but he held her back with his grasp on her waist.

“Answer me, Calina.”

“No,” she gritted out. “He didn’t touch me there.”

“What about here?” Matt shoved one hand beneath the waistband of her underwear and plunged two fingers inside her. 

Calina cried out as every muscle in her body went tight. Her thighs clenched around his. She clamped down on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as he brought her to the brink with that sudden move.

His clever fingers curled and pressed into that spot, then his thumb swiped over her clit…and it was all over.

She broke on a sob, her toes curling with the pleasure as it bloomed within her. Matt continued to press against her nub, prolonging the sensation, building it back up with rougher and quicker movements until she came again.

Oversensitised now, she pulled away from his hand, panting and shuddering as the aftershocks sparked through her body. She sat back on Matt’s thighs, her hands still clutching at his shoulders in a death grip.

She watched in a daze as Matt brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. His tongue darted out to lick at the moisture and he closed his eyes in obvious rapture at the taste.

That sight alone caused another aftershock to rock through her.

“Stand up,” Matt rasped.

Calina doubted her legs could support her, but the command in his voice was too powerful to ignore. She scrambled off his lap and to her feet. Matt skimmed his hands down her sides, hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down her legs. His hair brushed her abdomen as he reached down to guide her feet out of the scrap of lace. She brushed her fingers through the soft strands and waited for his next instruction.

It came silently this time. He pressed his fingers into the back of her left knee, urging her leg up so her foot rested on the couch beside him. The movement opened her core, baring more of her, putting her at his mercy.

He dipped his head back down and breathed deeply, moaning as more of her scent filled his senses. He flicked his tongue against her skin, just above her mound, his intentions clear. But she jerked back. “I- I can’t,” she stuttered. “I can’t take any more.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle,” he murmured against her skin. “I just want to taste you. I need it.”

God, she couldn’t resist him when he said things like that. And the way he looked right now - cheeks flushed and lips wet - he was too fucking hot to deny.

So she braced herself on his shoulders as he leaned down and licked between her legs. He started low, away from her oversensitive clit, lapping at the moisture over her lips and on her thighs. He bathed her skin with hot strokes and hummed with pleasure as he worked. She could almost feel the vibrations, her nerve endings so alive to his touch. He kept licking, moving closer and closer to her core, his grip on her ass tightening as he tilted her up to his mouth.

Then he was there. His agile, wonderful tongue entered her, and the sudden burst of pleasure dragged a moan out of her. She felt his smug smile against her sex as he continued to worship her with his mouth.

And her body betrayed her completely. Despite her earlier protests, she surrendered to the moment. She started grinding against him, small, tight movements that she couldn’t control, as she chased another climax.

He noticed the change, and urged her on. One hand skimmed up her body to cup her breast, and he tweaked and played with the tight nipple as his other hand stroked over her ass and down her thigh to the sensitive skin behind her knee.

And his mouth moved too. He dragged his tongue slowly, slowly up, until he reached her aching clit. He circled around the tight, throbbing nub, teasing her with feathery, barely-there touches until she groaned in frustration.

“What do you want, Calina?” He spoke the words against her, his voice bathing her in heat.

“You,” she moaned.

“You have me.”

She tried to thrust against him, seeking the pressure from his tongue, but he held her in place, both hands now clamping her hips.

“What do you want?” he asked again. He sounded maddeningly calm while she was crawling out of her skin with need.

But his body betrayed him too. The fingers pressing into her skin trembled. Sweat beaded at his hairline and his hard length tented the fabric of his sweats. He needed her as much as she needed him. But it was clear he wouldn’t give in to his own desire until he satiated hers. So she put them both out of their misery. “Make me come, Dusha moya, please.”

It was a command and a desperate plea all at once.

And it worked. Matt’s tongue went from teasing to determined in an instant as he stroked and pressed and flicked at her clit. He shoved himself off the couch and sank to the floor, his strong arms keeping her steady as she staggered back at the sudden movement. The new position gave him more leverage, and he used it to full advantage, narrowing all his focus to that tiny spot between her legs.

Within moments, she was rising to the peak for the third time. Her breath came in pants and gasps as he worked his magic. She grasped his hair between her fingers and pulled on the strands, trying to anchor herself as her body flew apart. She came on a cry, her whole body shuddering as she tipped over the edge.

Her legs turned to jelly and she collapsed down onto Matt’s lap in a boneless sprawl. He took her weight with a grunt and held her tightly. All she could hear was the rush of her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and all she could feel was her core clenching around empty nothingness as the climax pulsed through her body.

She wanted that emptiness to be filled. She wanted Matt inside her.

And she wanted to make him feel the way she felt right now.

She fumbled with the waistband of his sweats and dragged it over his erection. She took a second to admire the thick, hard length before she wrapped her hand around him, pressed up on her knees and guided him inside.

He moaned, a long, masculine sound, as she sank down. Her walls gripped him, the spasms tightening around him, and she relished the feeling of fullness. She slid up slowly, teasing him the way he’d teased her, then dropped down to the hilt, taking all of him inside. He clenched her to him, one hand on her ass, the other under the curtain of her hair, grasping the back of her neck.

She set a slow, languid pace as she rode him. He met each downward slide with a thrust of his hips, grinding his cock into her. She tipped her head back, loving the sensation of being wrapped up in him, surrounded by him.

His tongue darted out to lap at the beads of sweat gathering at the base of her throat. “I missed you,” he whispered against her heated skin. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” she breathed, rocking faster and faster. He raced with her, the grip on her ass tightening as he moved with her.

Until he inevitably needed more.

He surged up to his knees, twisted the two of them to the side, then laid her flat. The moment her back hit the hardwood floor, the pace skyrocketed. His powerful thighs drove him into her again and again, each thrust forcing a gasp of pleasure to escape her lips. She hitched her legs up and around his waist and held on as he lost control.

He braced one hand on the floor beside her head and hooked the other over her shoulder, keeping her in place as he pumped his hips against hers in a relentless, delirious, exhilarating rhythm. She held on, letting him use her body to seek his own release, urging him on with whispered encouragement. “That’s it, mi amor. Harder. Just let go, baby.”

With one last powerful thrust, he came.

He stayed locked within her for a few moments as he recovered, and she relished the feel of his warm, hard body covering hers. Then he rolled off her, and the two of them lay together on the hard wood floor, their hands entwined.

Calina licked her lips. Swallowed, and searched for her voice. “I like your version of taking things slow.”

Matt laughed, and she smiled at the joyous, carefree sound. She really loved making him laugh.

He tugged on her hand, pulling it towards him until he could press a kiss to the back of it. “Maybe we just give ourselves today? Then start slow tomorrow.”

Calina shook her head, still smiling widely. “That doesn’t exactly make sense.”

“Nothing about us doesn’t make sense.”

“That really doesn’t make sense,” she giggled. She felt almost drunk with joy. Giddy and silly and so, so happy.

It was such a stark contrast to the last time they were both sprawled out on this floor - not least because she was completely naked this time, and basking in afterglow. Back then they hadn’t even been friends. She’d spent weeks obsessing over him from afar, but he’d rebuffed even her mild attempts to get close to him.

Until that one fateful night…

“What are you thinking?” Matt asked softly.

Calina told him the truth. “I was thinking about the last time we were here - laid out on this floor, sweating and panting.”

“Sweetheart, we’ve never done it on the floor before. Not that I haven’t thought about it - I have, believe me. As well as the kitchen counter, the shower, that wall over there, the dining table-”

Calina swatted him with the back of her hand and laughed at his list of fantasies. “I meant the fight we had. After I was dosed with the mind control serum.”

“Oh that.”

“Did you ever think we’d go from beating each other up, to screwing each others brains out?”

“Yes.”

The answer came immediately. And with such certainty, it made Calina frown and stare at his profile. “Really?”

“Really. Why do you think I fought against us so hard? Deep down, I knew we would always end up here. Right from the start.”

She scoffed. “From the start? Are you saying it was love at first sight?”

“That would be quite the feat for a blind man,” he joked. “It was more like love at first scent.”

He brought her wrist up to his nose and breathed deep. “I fucking love the way you smell.” His voice dipped into that low register that drove her wild, and when he trailed a line of kisses down the sensitive skin of her forearm, she felt the spark of passion reignite.

For the fourth time.

God, he was going to be the death of her.

He rolled to his side and continued the trail of kissed along her collarbone, and down between her breasts. He nuzzled her belly, his stubbled jaw catching on her soft skin. The tiny scrapes and scratches only added to her growing desire.

“What are you doing down there?” she asked, her own voice sounding deep and husky with lust.

“I figure if we’re going to start slow tomorrow, we’d better make today count.”

He started inching lower, his destination and intention clear.

But it was her turn to play. She was conscious of the fact that she was completely naked, while he was pretty much fully dressed - evidence that she hadn’t had her chance to enjoy his body to the fullest.

But round 2 was going to change that.

She stopped Matt’s downward descent by tugging lightly on his hair.

He looked up and frowned at her. “You don’t agree?”

“Oh I agree. But I have something different in mind.”

The frown turned into a dirty grin. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Calina rolled the two of them over, until he was the one on his back and she was straddling his thighs. “Well, you mentioned something about a shower. And the dining table. And that wall over there…but first, I want you naked.”

“That can be arranged,” Matt replied, whipping his t-shirt over his head.

Calina survey the expanse of skin, all the more beautiful for the marks of survival that scarred the surface. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats again, dragged them down his long legs and flung them aside.

She took in the full effect, wishing she was an artist and could capture his beautiful form in ink and paint for all eternity. While she looked her fill, Matt laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed under her scrutiny. The move accentuated his muscled arms and tightened the ridges of his six pack, making him look even more delectable.

Which meant he probably did it on purpose, the cocky bastard.

Calina smiled and shook her head. “Enjoying yourself?”

He shrugged. “I’d enjoy myself more if you touched instead of stared.”

Calina scooted down his legs until her mouth was even with his hardening erection. “Oh, I’m going to do more than just touch.”

She wet her lips, dipped her head, and fulfilled her promise.

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Chapter 13

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[clone-anon-after-dark]

A Little Closer (Captain Rex x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Word Count: 2722

Warnings: minors DNI, frank discussions of sex but nothing more, some chaste kissing, reader is sex-repulsed aroace, angst in regards to Order 66 (I'm sorry okay! This was getting long and I didn't know how to also make it an Everyone Lives AU also)

A/N: I wrote these headcanons for clones with ace partners and basically now I want to write at least one fic for each clone with a partner who is somewhere on the aroace spectrum.  (I’m taking requests if you have any.)  Ultimately the relationship in this one is going to be a queerplatonic partnership with I love yous. There is some reverse comfort. No use of reader's pronouns.

I would be remiss if I didn't say thank you @starrrgazingbunny! Your reblog and comments on those headcanons helped shape the relationship in this story.

You sat near 79’s and wanted to cry.  All you could think about were those many nights with the 501st boys, laughing, eating, dancing, and sharing stories.  You didn’t jump on the dance floor immediately, but it was hard to be shy when Hardcase, Fives, and Jesse all shuffled you toward the center of the room.  They had no shame in their dance moves and brought out more of your fun side.  You smiled to yourself as you thought of all the times you talked and took their mind off the war.  You remember the night someone had pulled the fire alarm and you were all kicked out. You invited the boys home to hang out for a little while.  Rex chuckled watching Tup, Dogma, Kix, Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase all try to sit on your couch followed by Hardcase insisting there was room for everyone as long as you, Rex, and Echo sat on their laps. There was not, in fact, any more room and your poor sofa creaked beneath them.  You just grinned and got some extra chairs out and moved the table so everyone could sit somewhere. No one seemed to mind it being a little crowded.

It was the same night that the boys were discussing their futures. Not so much about the war, but Hardcase had met a woman he loved and disappeared to her every day he could when they were on Coruscant.  Jesse was in the process of getting to know someone and Dogma had a date lined up.  They had never been prepared for social relationships outside of the GAR, nevermind romantic relationships. They quickly turned to you for advice, as a nat-born.  

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said. “I’m aroace and will never have sex.”  Each man tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows slightly, mulling over this statement. You took the time to explain the spectrum of sexual and romantic attraction and that, yes, you still liked people and platonic relationships.  You even thought about having a committed relationship sometimes, but hadn’t found the right person for that.  You carefully waded into the topic of lost loves and unspoken wishes when you knew a friend would only remain a friend. You told them you dreamed more about building a home and sharing a life with someone, but that didn’t have to include the things romantic movies seemed to covet.  

“Are those things not important regardless of how you feel about sex, or even romance?”  The question came from Rex, who up until now, had been practically silent. You looked into his eyes, and felt a spark of hope.  It was quickly interrupted by a well-meaning Hardcase.

“Yeah, I love more than sex. I feel a connection when I’m with my girlfriend. She understands me. We spend time doing more than making out and getting naked.”

“Thank you for that information,” Tup said, rolling his eyes.

You smiled, getting his meaning.  “I think that strong, long-lasting relationships are built on closeness and understanding.  There are some people out there who have no interest in getting close to someone on an emotional level and only want the physical, sure. I think it’s pretty normal to figure out what you want and seek that out.”

“People tend to want to be understood and care for each other,” Rex added quietly.  The men all nodded their heads and you couldn’t help but find a smile tugging on the corner of your mouth.

You didn’t tell the boys some things. Like how you were sometimes up front about being sex-repulsed because you knew it would weed out some people.  It felt like a shield against future pain.  You knew not everyone would understand and you didn’t want to waste your time, but that night you felt like they were doing their best to understand.

You now felt a pang thinking back to that night.  All those men figuring themselves out in the way that nat-borns normally had years to do.  They grew up too fast to fight a war, but they had the same basic needs and desires as anyone.  Now that the Empire was in power, so much had changed.  You didn’t know where they all were, but you missed each one of them.  You especially missed Rex.  That night had been one filled with hope for you.  Hope that someone would understand what you wanted in a relationship and not demand you sacrifice your body and wishes for their own needs.  Now you were really alone, trying to figure out how to function with so much changed.

Your old job with the GAR had been terminated and you were left to trade parts and barter your skills as a mechanic.  It was in the process of trading parts that you met the Martez sisters.  One night you found yourself on their platform, agreeing to help fix a ship for a friend of theirs while they were off on a job. You weren’t given a name or anything, just a description that included blonde hair and a more thorough description of the ship. They neglected to tell you that he was a clone.  The ship landed and you stepped toward it as the door opened to reveal a familiar face.

“Rex?” You dropped the tool in your hand and tears came to your eyes. He was dressed more like a civilian, but that face was unmistakable.

His breath was nearly knocked out of him as he quickly covered the short space between you and pulled you into his arms.

“It’s so, so good to see you,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief.  “I wanted to find you. Find someone. After everything I couldn’t come back to the barracks. I couldn’t…” His voice was barely a whisper and he pulled you in for another hug.

As you worked on his ship, he helped, handing you tools and filling you in on what happened.  You thought of Hardcase, Tup, and Fives gone. You mourned for them during the war.  Now Jesse. Rex didn’t know what happened to Dogma or Kix, but at least Echo was okay. He sat, staring forward, and tears streamed down his face.  You stopped your work and sat next to him, pulling him close while he cried into your shoulder.

As he quieted he apologized.  “I’m so sorry. I think of them every day.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Rex. I miss them. I missed you. I never thought I’d see you again.”

That day changed your life.  You did everything you could to help Rex and the network of clones.  When more were rescued, you were ready with food and clean clothes.  You fixed ships and saved credits.  Eventually, you started going on missions that weren’t so much on the dangerous side as the practical side. Helping rescued clones start new lives in a handful of places that were as far away from the Empire as possible, expanding the network.  You helped Rex find several places to lay low and a few escape routes through the galaxy.  While you had offered to come on all the missions, he insisted he didn’t want you put in the way of more danger, but then one day, Rex and Gregor barely made it back.  You and Wolffe were waiting after a supply run and were both practically tearing your hair out.  

“What happened?!” You both shouted once the door to the shuttle opened.  Gregor explained that there had been some mechanical trouble, lost comms, and they had to jump around that part of the galaxy for a while to find someone to assist. 

“It was beyond our expertise,” Rex added.

You rolled your eyes. “If only you knew someone who was a mechanic,” you replied.

“It’s too dangerous,” Rex insisted.

“I chose this, Rex.”  You looked between him, Wolffe, and Gregor. “Now I know Gregor and Wolffe have told me that they would appreciate the help, but you keep saying ‘no.’ Why? I’m with you. I want to do this!”

Gregor and Wolffe froze in place and silently looked between each other and Rex.  Rex just rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I don’t want you getting hurt,” he admitted.

“Then help me with my blaster aim.”

He couldn’t help but grin at that.  Joining the boys consistently changed a lot of things.  You became better on your feet in sticky situations and since you weren’t a clone, you blended into certain scenarios much easier.  It was an advantage.  You also got to know the boys much better.  Knowing someone you worked with and becoming friends that way was one thing.  Living on a ship with them, sometimes for months at a time, was another.  While you had become closer to all three of them, you started to feel something for Rex that couldn’t quite be put into words. It was some form of love, but you didn’t know what to make of it.

One evening Gregor and Wolffe turned in early so they could get some sleep before their watch.  You stayed sitting by the campfire with Rex.  You felt some discomfort from him, but waited as he formed his thoughts.  Your heart dropped at the thought he might have noticed you acting a bit differently around him. Were you acting different? You couldn’t quite tell.  You tried to play it cool, but that didn’t always work out.  You were brought out of your thoughts when he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How do I put this?”  You waited until he continued. “Many rotations ago, a few cycles ago now, we were at your place with some of the boys talking about relationships and you said you don’t feel romantic love or want to be, umm, intimate.  Is that still true?”

“Wha?” The partially-formed word left your lips before you could stop it. You weren’t expecting him to be so forward. “Yeah. Yeah I still feel that way.”

Rex continued. “But you do feel love. I mean, you show us all love in some form. And I was just wondering if you… if it’s okay that I love you.”

“If it’s okay that you love me? Of course it’s okay,” you answered, much to his relief.

“I just don’t know how to go about some of these things,” he said, “But I feel such love for you. Love unlike any I’ve known. I don’t know what to call it and in many ways I don’t care.”

“I do love you,” you told him. “I am happiest with you, even on the worst days when everything breaks down. I am most content with you. My footing is solid when you’re with me.”

Rex scooted a little closer to you. “How can I show you how I feel? What do we call this?”

You shrugged at the last part. “Let’s figure it out together. Maybe we could start with this.” You held out your hand to take his and he gladly intertwined his fingers with yours.  He wanted to kiss you, but asked first.  You didn’t want to say no, but simply said, “Give me time.”  He nodded and instead rested his forehead on yours. That felt pretty perfect.

It took time to figure out what did and didn’t work for you.  You always enjoyed the idea of cuddling and started there.  You invited him into your bed, first for afternoon cuddles and then to sleep.  You were both asleep almost instantly once you found a comfortable position in each other's arms. You started spending time snuggling against each other and one day while sitting in the cockpit he gently started to pull you onto his lap.

“This okay,” he asked. 

You nodded and sat.  You rested your forehead to his and put an arm around his shoulders, whispering “I love you.”

When your ship was barely worth anything for scarp, you sold it, and were surprised to find Rex already knew what ship you’d get next.  It wasn’t new, but it was still in excellent condition.  When you moved your belongings inside you found that there were only three bunks, but he then showed you how a fourth extended out from the wall, giving the two of you more room in bed together.

“I love this,” you said. “Is that the only reason you picked this ship?”  

He grinned and scratched the back of his head. “Well, not the only reason. There’s also more storage space.”

You looked into his deep brown eyes. He had put so much thought into it just to make sure you were comfortable and not squished too badly between him and the wall.  You realized that this was the nicest bed he’d probably ever slept in and your heart danced thinking about how you’d be the one sharing it with him.

When it came time to turn in, you found Wolffe and Gregor laying in the bed, hands behind their heads, looking up at you.

“What are you two doing?”

“Who says you and Rex get this bed,” Gregor playfully asked.

“Maybe we’d like to stretch out a bit sometimes,” Wolffe added.

“Well, finish your stretching and get going because I need to snuggle with my partner.”

They both looked at you with raised eyebrows. You hadn’t put a name to the relationship before, but your heart sang at the word. Partner. Rex was your partner and that made you very happy.  When he came to bed, Rex found you laying under the covers reading a holonovel.  The lights were low and he felt calm as he got in next to you.

“Partner, eh,” he asked with a soft smile.  You nodded with a shy smile, not realizing he overheard.

“I like that,” he said. “Feels pretty perfect.” 

He laid down and opened his arms up for you. You smiled as he pulled you.  You buried your face in his neck and gave him a little squeeze.  

“I love you, Rex.”

“I love you too.”  You both fell asleep feeling at total peace.

Life would not always be easy. Certainly hiding from the Empire was hard enough, but then there was dealing with the psychological aftermath of the war.  On the eve of Empire Day, you woke up to Rex shaking in his sleep. His mumbles got louder and you shook him, whispering his name to wake him.  When he woke up, his eyes searched yours in a frenzy as tears streamed down his cheeks.  He looked lost and utterly devastated. You knew he was dreaming about his chip activation.  You don’t know what came over you, but you kissed his forehead and caressed his face, wiping his tears away.  You’d never kissed before, but it was the best way you could express that everything was okay now, you were here with him, you loved him, and he didn’t have to be afraid.  The emotions overwhelmed him and he sobbed for a little while as you cradled him in your arms.

“It’s okay now,” you said quietly. “You’re here with me and I’m not going anywhere.”

As he calmed down he looked into your eyes. “Can I kiss you too?”

“Yes,” you said.  “I’m sorry I took so long to come around to it.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry for knowing what you need,” he replied.

“Maybe not on the lips,” you asked.

“I know. How about your beautiful cheeks?”

You nodded.  Rex cupped your face and kissed each cheek.  He nuzzled his nose against yours ever so gently.  Your body felt a little stiff, taking in the new sensation, but it was wonderful and you soon melted into his arms again.

“I like that,” you admitted.

“So do I.”

The next morning you woke up before Rex and while usually you’d get up and ready for the day, you decided to stay in bed with him.  As if he could sense you making this decision, he held you a little closer.  You smiled to yourself.  When you both eventually got up, you found Wolffe and Gregor around a fire, making a late breakfast.  You joined them, you sat right next to Rex, arm against arm as you ate.  You leaned your head against his shoulder and he instinctively put his head on yours.  It was the best place in the galaxy and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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       ➥  Hunter/Rex x F!Reader     |     4735     |     Ao3

⚠️🔞 Female Reader, Established Hunter x Reader, Explicit Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Oral - Female Receiving, P in V, Anal, Threesome - MFM, No Clonecest While living on Saleucami you met other clones besides the Bad Batch, but your heart chose Hunter. The Sergeant has long suspected you and Rex had more than a passing interest in each other, so imagine everyone's surprise when he invites Rex to relax for a bit — with you. a/n: Phew, that was a lot to tag 👉👈 I think I did okay.

The last thing you expected to see in Cid’s bar was Rex, lurking at a table with a drink in hand. Nor did you expect the strange rush of emotion that came with seeing him again: excitement, nervousness, and a tinge of guilt. Rex always respected your relationship with Hunter, but there was some inexplicable feeling that pulled you two together — feelings you both tried to bury.

Hunter found out, though. It was the little things that gave you away. Like the way your heart picked up whenever Rex was mentioned, or how you said his name whenever you asked about his well-being.

You feared it would cause a rift in your relationship, but to your surprise, it didn’t. Hunter smiled and explained it wasn’t so strange for clones to date the same person. Rare, but not unheard of. In the conversations that followed, you both agreed that should the chance arise, Rex would be a welcome addition if he wanted it.

Now, standing at the bar with the rest of the Batch, you tried to listen to Rex’s story over the loud pounding of your heart. Hunter leaned in and whispered to you, his warm breath sending a tingle down your spine. He wanted you to head back to the room you were staying at, and wait for him — and Rex.

You downed the rest of your drink and hastily excused yourself, unaware of Rex’s eyes following you as you left the bar. But Hunter noticed.

Hunter slung his arm around Rex, a wide grin plastered on his face as he leaned heavily into him and making them both stumble.

“I think we need to have a little chat, Cap.”

“A chat? About what?!” Rex stammered, and struggled to escape Hunter’s hold, only to end up in a headlock for his efforts. “Get off me!”

You pace back and forth once you got to the room, both your mind and heart racing with anticipation. This was happening — or so you hoped. You knew Hunter could convince Rex, but your nerves got the best of you. What if you read Rex wrong, and it was entirely one-sided? What if Rex was acting off because you were acting weird around him?

You slap your cheeks and take a deep breath. Hunter seemed confident that Rex was interested. There is no reason to doubt it now.

Stars, where were they?

You strip, only to hesitate half-way and pull your clothes back on. You lean against the wall, then sit on the edge of the bed and cross your legs. In between your frantic movements, you end up in the bathroom practising making faces in the mirror, and puckering your lips.

Nothing is working. Everything just feels like the wrong thing, as if you were trying too hard. Finally, you committed to stripping naked and climbing into bed. It made the most sense in your mind. Sex was the goal of tonight, right? Right?!

You don’t have time to change your mind again when the door swishes open, and in walks Hunter with Rex right behind him. Your heart skips a beat.

“Well, looks like we missed the fun part.” Hunter said with a smirk, nudging Rex with his elbow. “Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart. The Captain needed a little extra liquid courage.”

“It’s okay.” You squeaked, holding the sheets close to your chest. “I’m glad you’re both here.” You look from Hunter to Rex, gently patting the bed in invitation.

The room falls silent as Rex seems to process the situation.

“Any rules?” Rex finally asks, low and cautious, his eyes darting between you and Hunter. Those few words send a rush of excitement through you, heart hammering hard in your chest.

“No rules.” Hunter smiled as he clapped Rex on the back, sending him stumbling forward. “Go enjoy yourself, Captain. I’ll catch up.”

Rex clears his throat, and he sets his helmet down on the table with a clunk. Your eyes follow him as he moves stiffly around the bed. It’s cute how nervous he is. At last, after what seems to be forever, he sits on the edge of the bed; the mattress creaking beneath him. You don’t miss the way he tightly clenches his fists against the plastoid armour covering his thighs.

You move to sit beside him, hand running over his arm before coming to rest over one of his. He inhales sharply at the touch. “Rex, if you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to do anything.”

“No!” Rex’s voice cracks, and he turns to face you. “No. I want to. I — I just.. I…”

“Shh, you don’t have to explain. As long as this is something you want.”

You lean close to him, cradling his face between your hands. There’s a deep red colouring his cheeks, and you can feel the heat beneath your fingertips. Warm brown eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. You guide him close, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. And oh, you are so soft that Rex melts. It’s better than anything his mind conjured up on lonely nights.

Rex leans into you, his hand clasping your hip as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

Hunter watches you and Rex from the other side of the room with a pleased smile. He takes his time removing his gear, giving you more time together.

You draw back from the kiss, a soft laugh escaping you at the sight of his dazed and love-struck expression. “Let’s get you out of that gear.”

“O-Oh, right.” Rex blinks, a slight tremble in his hands as he starts to remove his gear.

You reach out to stop him, offering him a shy smile. “May I?”

He swallows hard and nods. “Please.”

You two work together, unclasping and removing Rex's equipment until he's left in only the black body suit he wore underneath. It left very little to the imagination. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, shamelessly admiring his physique.

“Now, how do I get you out of this?” You bite your lip as you ran your hands over his firm chest, pretending to find a way to strip him of the suit. Rex laughs as you let your hands wander lower. Before you can reach your prize, he takes you by the wrist and guides you to where the fastenings of the suit are.

“Um, here. It just comes off like this, you just pull it here…”

“Thank you.” You smile and slowly peel the suit from his body until he’s as naked as you are. Although you knew how to remove the black body suit, it seemed to help Rex’s nerves to give you instructions.

“So,” you asked softly, running your fingertips along the outline of a muscle on his chest, “What would you like to do, Rex?”

Rex goes quiet as he considers your question, and then he answers, his voice a low rumble full of desire. “I want to taste you.”

Hunter began undressing on the other side of the room. He took his time removing each piece of gear, watching you and Rex with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. He expected Rex to need more coaxing.

You’re all too happy to oblige with Rex’s request. You lay back on the bed, letting your legs fall open for him to crawl between them.

Rex’s finger slides over your slit, collecting the slick there. His touch is so timid and restrained that all you want to do is scream for him to hurry before you die from desire, but you stay silent. You want to do this on Rex’s terms.

He licks his lips and parts your folds, exposing your most intimate part for him to see. The longer he stared, the warmer your cheeks grew, your heart hammering wildly in your chest.

“Rex?”

“Rex.” Hunter’s voice overlaps with yours, causing the man to snap out of his open admiration of your cunt. “You’re staring. Don’t make her wait.”

“Oh! Sorry.” Rex mumbled his apology, his calloused hands gently stroking over the smooth skin of your thighs. You smile sweetly and whisper soft assurances to him. It felt good to know he enjoyed looking at your body.

Rex positions himself between your legs, lifting them up and over his shoulders. He flattens his tongue over your slit and licking you in long, tortuous strokes. Your back arches up off the bed, a trembling moan falling from your lips.

You shudder when his tongue presses between your folds, swirling around your clit before sucking the sensitive bud. Rex took his time exploring you, uncovering what made you moan louder, and committing it to memory.

Rex’s hair is different from Hunter’s. His blonde hair is tightly coiled and shaved close to his head. There’s nothing to grab and tug on, so you settle for dragging your nails over his scalp.

It’s a new sensation, feeling it prickle against your skin. You like it.

“Oh, Rex…” You sigh, tossing your head back. Soft, breathy moans quickly becoming short and ragged as his movements grow more insistent, and faster. Rex lets out a pleased moan as you grasp his head, shoving his face more against your mound, your hips rolling frantically against his tongue. “Rex!”

You came with a choked gasp, thighs tensing and shaking, and Rex drinks you with the same desperation of a man dying of thirst. You writhe on the sheets, pushing him away when it all becomes too much.

“Beautiful,” Rex hums, dropping an apologetic kiss to the inside of your thigh before moving up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. You drag him the rest of the way, pulling him into a heated kiss.

“All right, you’ve had enough play time.” Hunter says as he finishes undressing and comes to stand next to the bed, arms folded across his bare chest. “Why don’t you show the Captain the new trick you learned?”

Your eyes lit up with excitement and you give Hunter a brief salute. When you had the chance, Hunter had been teaching you some self-defence and this? This was your favourite to use on him.

Before Rex could even process what was happening, you swiftly flipped him over and onto his back. You smoothly settle on top of him, straddling him with a proud and confident look on your face.

Rex blinks up at you in surprise. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You could say I’m full of surprises.” You say in a smug tone.

“You’re about to be full of something else, too.” The corner of Rex’s lips turn up in a grin. This man! You settle back on your knees, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

You feel exposed being on top like this, but you push the feelings aside, eager to make this an enjoyable experience for Rex. His hands settle on your thighs, squeezing as you grind your cunt onto his hard shaft, slicking it with your own arousal.

With one last glide, the head of his cock catches on your opening. You lock eyes with him as you work yourself onto him, moaning as you finally impale yourself on his rigid length, your hips flush against Rex’s.

You bite your lip. Oh, he feels wonderful. A happy sigh falls from your lips, your fingers curling against his abs as you enjoy the sensation of his cock deep inside you.

In the back of your mind, you know they’re clones. Maybe it was because Rex is Rex and Hunter is Hunter, but being with them feels different — unique.

Rex squeezes your thighs again, drawing you away from your revelry. You quirk a brow at the mischievous little smirk on his face. He gives you a playful bounce, and you gasp in surprise, dropping forward and onto his chest.

Beneath you, Rex’s chest rumbles with laughter.

“You ass,” you grumble against his skin, pressing your lips against his collar.

“I didn’t want you to forget about me.”

The bed dips behind you and you hear the sound of a bottle being popped open.

You twitch in surprise, feeling cold, slick fingers slide between your cheeks and circle your puckered entrance before slowly pressing inside. You muffle a helpless moan against Rex’s chest, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from being overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations.

Hunter smooths his free hand over the curve of your back. “Easy, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle.”

As if there was ever any doubt. Hunter adored and treasured you. He’d never handle you roughly — without asking for permission first, of course.

Hunter’s fingers soon disappear, replaced by the hot and heavy feeling of his cock rubbing against your rear. “Ready for me, love?”

You let out a low, contented hum as you nod. It’s difficult with Rex’s length stuffed inside of you, but you try to angle your hips in a silent plea for Hunter to continue. The slight movement drags a moan from Rex, and he tilts his head to press a kiss to the side of your head.

Hunter shifts behind you and then you feel it, the swollen head of his cock sinking into you inch by agonising inch, only pausing every so often to add more lube until his hips were flush against yours.

“There we go,” Hunter praised you, his voice rough and full of approval. His hands slide up your back, then glide down over the curve of your ribs to grip your waist. “That’s our good girl.”

You feel so full.

He fucks you slowly, giving your body time to adjust to him. It was only when you rocked your hips back against him did Hunter and Rex finally throw away their restraint. It’s difficult at first, being on the bottom Rex can’t thrust as deeply as he wants into you, but you all soon found a rhythm together.

Rex wraps you up in his arms, gripping you close as he grinds his hips up into yours. Behind you, Hunter slams into you, plunging his cock into you over and over, each thrust pushing your hips down and further onto Rex’s length. Their pace leaves you gasping for air.

The lewd sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, accompanied by the breathless moans and grunts, and the strained creaking of the bed as the three of you chased your pleasure.

Rex pulls you into a deep kiss. “Gonna cum,” He says breathlessly against your lips.

“Inside.” You wheeze between moans. “Please.”

Rex’s climax hits him, and he comes hard with a long, low groan. His brows pinch together as his cock pulses inside of you, pumping you full as he empties himself deep in your cunt. Hunter slowed his thrusts, only to pick up again. He isn’t far behind. A few deep thrusts and he’s quivering as he came inside you in thick spurts.

Hunter recovers quickly, and he pulls you from Rex’s arms, forcing you back onto your knees and against his chest.

“Didn’t forget about you, sweetheart.” He growls against your ear, reaching down between your legs to grind his fingers against your swollen clit. His touch sending pleasure rocketing up your spine like a bolt of lightning.

“Oh, fuck! Hunter!”

Your back stiffens and you toss your head back against Hunter’s shoulder, grasping at his wrist to anchor yourself back down to reality. He knows what you like, and soon your orgasm burns through you and you come with a sharp cry, your cunt clenching tight around Rex’s sensitive and softening cock still inside of you.

You collapse back against Hunter’s chest, every nerve tingling in the aftershocks.

Hunter shuffles behind you, easing his cock out of you before wrapping his arms around your waist, guiding you off Rex and onto the bed. You stretch out, feeling the tension leave your stiff limbs.

“You did so good, love.” Hunter chuckles, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss before he settles down next to you. “Did you enjoy it?”

You hum, lips curving into a satisfied smile that lights up your entire face. “I did, very much. Thank you.”

And Rex looks away. His world returns to normal — cold and lonely. It feels as though he’s intruding on a private moment, one he shouldn’t be a part of. It hurts, and he prepares to leave the bed, prepared to give you and Hunter space. After all, you and Hunter are the couple. He’s just a third wheel.

You don’t let him get far.

“Rex. Please stay.” You call out to him, voice soft and welcoming. Rex hesitates before he looks back at you, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Come cuddle with me.”

You reach out, curling your fingers around Rex’s hand in a gentle grip. The touch sends a surge of warmth through him and Rex inhales sharply, but he remains still, resisting the urge to give in to your request.

“Come on, Rex,” Hunter teases, propping himself up on his elbow with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re already tapping out after one round.”

Rex snorts, pulling his hand away. He grabs a pillow and flings it at Hunter. Fwump! The pillow hits Hunter square in the face and the other man falls back onto the bed with a laugh.

The good humor is infectious and Rex finds himself smiling as he eases back into bed, laying beside you and taking your hand in his, interlacing your fingers with his.

“Think you can handle a round two?” he asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, I definitely can,” you reply with a giggle. “After a quick nap.”

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Hunter’s communicator goes off. With a heavy sigh, he reaches over to answer.

“Hunter,” Tech’s voice drifts out from the device, “Your presence is required on the Marauder. It’s about the inhibitor chips.”

“Copy that. I’ll be right there.” Hunter lets out a heavy sigh and pulls himself from the comfort of the bed, already missing the warmth of your body next to his. He reaches for his gear and starts suiting up.

“I’ll go with you.” Rex perks up at the mention of the chips. Without hesitation, he throws the covers off, leaving you alone and clutching the sheets tight to your body. You understand the urgency of the situation, but you can’t help but feel like it has taken the wind out of your sails. Something feels off.

“Sorry, but no Captain.” Hunter finishes sealing up his body suit and places a firm on Rex’s shoulder, urging him back toward the bed. Rex sits on the edge of the bed with a frown. “Tech asked for me and I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone, so you stay here. Got it?”

Rex mutters a barely audible ‘fine’.

“I’ll be back soon.” Hunter says as he finishes pulling and fastening the plastoid armour into place. He leans around Rex, giving you a quick kiss before leaving the room.

Rex leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He hangs his head with a heavy sigh.

“Rex?” You ask softly, scooting closer to him. You lean in and press a kiss to his shoulder, stroking his back. “Talk to me. What’s the matter?”

“I… I think I made a mistake agreeing to this.” Rex begins, refusing to lift his head to look at you. Your heart sinks. He sounds broken, and on the verge of tears. “I thought if I did this I could let my feelings for you go, and just be happy for you and Hunter. But I can’t — I can’t.”

“Oh, Rex.” You wrap your arms around his chest, embracing him from behind, pressing your bare breasts against his warm back. “I’m so sorry. I — we — never meant to hurt you. I love and care about you, Rex.”

“But Hunter —” Rex turns around to face you, his eyes finding yours. You gently take his warm, calloused hands in yours.

“I love him, too. He told me that, um, clones sometimes had relationships like this, and I want to experience that with you.”

Rex’s frown, his thoughts reeling. What Hunter told you was right, and he could name a few brothers who were involved in those relationships, and that was the problem, wasn’t it? His brothers. He had a self-imposed mission to save as many of them as he could. He couldn’t give you all of him.

“My family — they’re still out there, I can save them. I — I can’t give you what you need.”

“Rex. I’m not asking you to give that up. We’ll work through it. I just need to know… is this something you want?”

Your heart ached for him, seeing the pain and conflict written out so plainly on his face. You reach up to cup his cheek, brushing away a single tear that rolls down his cheek. With a sigh, he holds your hand against his cheek. Rex closes his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“I do. I loved you from the moment I first saw you.”

“I love you too, Rex.”

Without hesitation, Rex kissed you and you collapse sideways back onto the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. He breaks away, letting you catch your breath as he kissed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and over your shoulder.

His hands roam over your body, following the curve of your back to grasp your thigh, and hiking your leg up and over his hip. You pressed your forehead against his, a choked moan falling from your lips as Rex’s cock sank into you.

“You make such pretty sounds for me.”

Rex made love to you, thrusting his hips up into you at a slow and languid pace. You held tight to each other, chests pressed tight together that you swore you could feel his heart beating against yours. He kisses you between each little moan he pulls from you.

You rock your hips against him, stoking the fire that was slowly building between you.

Rex braces a foot against the bed, his thrusts deepening and quickening. You grip his bicep, as your desire crests and you cum with a shudder. Rex’s thrusts soon lost their rhythm as he chased his own end, rough fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He buried his face against your neck, reduced to an incoherent mess of groans as he spills himself inside you.

You slump back against the bed, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss. As you slowly regained control of your breathing, you could feel Rex’s lips moving against your neck. He’s speaking in something you make out isn’t Galactic Basic.

“Is that — Is that Mando’a?” You sigh dreamily, running your hand over his short hair.

“Mmm, yeah.” Rex’s voice is raw and husky as he lifts his head, leaning in to kiss you. “Older clones, um, like me, we trained with Mandalorian instructors. You pick up a few phrases here and there.”

“I’d love to hear you speak it more, especially between moans.” You smile against his lips, fingertips tracing the contours of his jaw. For emphasis, you clench around his length, still buried in you.

Rex lets out a choked moan. He surges forward, the weight of him pressing you back into the bed, his hips grinding into yours. He claims your lips again, and you cling to him. The sensation of his body, hot and sweat-slicked, sends a spark of desire between your legs.

“Mesh’la.”

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Hunter returns a short while later to find you and Rex right where he left you both. Rex is awake, propped up against a pillow, reading a holopad clutched in one hand, with his other arm holding you close. You’re fast asleep, nestled against his side, your head pillowed against his shoulder.

“I was hoping to be here when you two talked,” Hunter remarks, removing his helmet and tucking it under one arm, “but it looks like it worked out.”

Rex looks up from the holopad, setting it aside as his cheeks burn. This situation was entirely foreign to him, and it would take some time for him to get used to it. Still, he can’t help but feel like Hunter caught him doing something scandalous.

“You could say we had a very vigorous talk.”

A slow smile spreads across Hunter’s face, turning into a laugh once the implication of Rex’s words sink in. Hunter’s laughter subsides, and the room falls silent again.

“I’m glad you two had such a good chat, then. I take it you’re okay with — this?”

“I should be the one asking you that, Hunter. She was with you first.” When Hunter doesn’t respond right away, Rex's stomach twists into knots, and he worries about the future of this relationship. Maybe Hunter wasn’t as on board as he had been led to believe.

“Of course, I’m fine with it. It was my idea.” Hunter answers a bit bashfully, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I had a feeling she was carrying a flame for you, and I wanted to make her happy. And I respect you, if I was going to share her with anyone, it’d have to be you.”

Rex’s eyes widen, “This was your idea?!”

Hunter grins, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It still feels like a dream, but yes, I want this.”

“Good. Oh yeah, and if you’re worried about me getting jealous, don’t be.” The corner of Hunter’s lips turn up in a mischievous smirk. “You’re not a threat, Captain.”

“Is that a challenge, Sergeant?” Rex responds with his own devious grin.

“A promise, sir.” Hunter pulls his helmet on. “Now suit up. Tech found a Jedi Cruiser on Bracca.”

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The journey through the wreckage of the Cruiser proved quite the adventure, and if anyone noticed you and Rex taking any chance to touch one another, no one said anything. Hunter, at least, seemed amused by it.

The procedure to remove the inhibitor chips went off without a hitch.

As everyone was packing up, you caught sight of Hunter slipping from the room. Rex wasn’t here either, and you hoped he hadn’t left without saying goodbye.

You followed Hunter’s trail through the ship, and your heart leapt when you recognised the sound of two men talking. Rex hadn’t left yet!

“I hope you weren’t planning on leaving without saying goodbye, Rex.” You said, walking out to join them on the ledge.

“Of course not. We knew you’d follow, mesh’la.”

Your cheeks burn as a rush of desire goes straight between your legs. Damn him.

Rex laughs, gripping your chin and tilting your head back. You freeze in place, eyes fluttering closed as he leans in, tracing the curve of your lip with his tongue before slowly claiming your lips in a fiery kiss.

You whimper and melt under him. It’s over far too soon when Rex steps away, leaving you breathless and your heart racing.

“Be good, cyare.” Rex purrs.

“Y-Yes, sir.” You gasp, reaching out to put your arm around Hunter’s waist, gripping onto him for support. Hunter settles an arm around your shoulders, holding you close with a smile.

“Tell the boys I’ll see them around.” Rex says.

“Stay out of trouble.” Hunter replied, reaching out to grab Rex by the forearm.

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you.”

“Stay safe, Rex.” You say, a tinge of sadness seeping into your voice. It always hurt to see the one you love leave, especially now with the galaxy becoming more dangerous. While Hunter was ready to put the life of a soldier behind him, Rex wasn’t. He still had some fight left in him, and so you worried for his safety.

Rex leans in, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips, and your heart flutters with love. With one last smile, he pulls his helmet on.

“Take care of each other while I’m gone.” Rex says, turning and beginning to make his way down the side of the cruiser. He only takes a few steps before Hunter calls out to him.

“Captain!” Rex pauses and looks back at you and Hunter.

“If you’re ever in a bind, you know how to reach us.”

The captain nods before turning back, resuming his descent down the dangerous sides of the cruiser. His figure disappears into the thick, enveloping fog.