#her and jess seemed to get to a good place before she left

[tributes-vamps-and-ginnyweasley]

So I know I just posted about loving the little details and callbacks in New Girl, but I have a question:

What happened to Abby Day?

We never hear about her until s3 and then after her 3 episodes, I don't think we ever hear about her again.

[wildflower-ramblings]

Surrender

You bite off more than you can chew

AKA you meet John Price at a bar and goad him into fucking you stupid

18+ MINORS DNI

This is basically porn without plot...except with plot hastily shoved in.

I just wanted to get railed by John Price 🤷‍♀️

I'm also going back to my roots - the first CoD fic I ever read was reader meeting John in a bar 🥺 it only feels right that my first full length smutty fic is the same

It's a long boi too - 5.7k

The air was thick with the press of bodies, heavy with the smell of sweat and sound of boisterous conversation. You weren’t drunk; far from it, but just tipsy enough for your inhibitions to be left at the door, rationality checked in like an unwanted coat. You weren’t even quite sure what you were celebrating any more – were you celebrating? – just that Jess had all but demand you come out and get drunk with her, and a combination of stress and frustration from your own life and worry for what she’d get up to without your presence had caused you to agree. Now, a couple of cocktails in, you were pleasantly buzzed enough that the presence of so many strangers around you brought excitement rather than apprehension. Jess seemed to agree, as she scanned the groups with an appraising eye, seemingly searching for something you were unaware of. Whatever it was, she didn’t seem to find it – instead turning to you with eyes even less focused than your own, grabbing your hands and dragging you to the bar with the loud declaration that she needs another round. It’s far from packed inside, but you still have to jostle for a place at the bar, fighting not to be pushed aside by a group of barely legal lads who are clearly soon to be cut off, if they haven’t been already. Your attention is only half on them as you try to talk Jess out of ordering shots, reminding her of the what happened last time she had tequila, enough so that you don’t notice the boys getting rowdy until one is shoved straight into you. You’re unsteady already, so the slight change in balance (and your damned heels) makes you stumble right into a solid body you hadn’t noticed was there before.

“Easy there, love.” a deep voice says, something about the tone making you feel hot all over, a fact not helped by the very large hand that’s splayed across your back. You look up, mouth already open to apologise, only to be rendered speechless.

Fuck me, he’s hot.

The bar is a regular haunt for them; far enough from base to be free of the fresh-faced privates with more testosterone than thoughts in their brains, sweet-talking pretty little things with tales of bravado that never left the tarmac; yet close enough that even the most impetuous of patrons know better than to bother the men in the corner with war in their eyes. It’s a good place to decompress, to shake off the weight of the latest deployment and attempt to settle back into something more domesticated, better suited to civilian life. Each new mission weighs heavier on John, the weight of every order he receives, every call he has to make dragging him further and further from something that can be tamed. This brief respite – the low light of a dingy bar, away from the prying eyes and rigidity of base, the buzz of alcohol in his system – is the only respite he allows himself, the closest he comes to allowing his iron-clad restraint to slip.

It’s busier than usual tonight – he thinks he saw some poster advertising some band earlier in the evening, and figures these must be the remnants of that crowd, already well on their way to intoxication. He thinks he should leave, head back to his office on base and fish out the bottle he keeps for best – and worst – days, and leave the younger men to their prowl; he can already see Kyle eyeing the prospects with the same calculating gaze he uses for missions, and he knows it won’t be long until Johnny spots some pretty thing at the bar and beelines for them with the excuse of buying another round. Simon had long since disappeared; though whether he’d decided he’d had enough or simply gone out for a smoke it was always hard to tell. But somehow, John found himself dragged to the crowded bar alongside Kyle with the promise of one last round, grumbling but unwilling to deny the younger man. The sergeant is in the middle of ordering when John feels someone stumble into him, and instinctively he reaches out to steady them, arm around their waist before he looks down, only to be met with a pair of eyes that immediately has him breathless.

Yeah, he can stay for another round.

You’re not sure to be grateful to Jess or curse her for knowing you so well, as she takes one look at the man whose arms you had – literally – fallen into, and seems to be determined to set you up. Either that, she’s trying to keep you occupied so she can hook up with his friend, who smoothly introduces himself as Kyle, and invites the two of you to join their table whilst you’re still stumbling over your words. You find yourself pressed into a booth between the man whose arms you’d fallen into (“John,” he’d introduced in that same deep voice, and you’d almost melted there and then), and a friend of theirs (“Sergeant John MacTavish, ma’am, call me Johnny.” he’d said – an attempt at flirtation that may have worked if you hadn’t already met the other John first). Both Johnny and Kyle were flirts big enough to rival Jess, and conversation was easy between your group as the two younger men attempted to one-up each other with increasingly wild tales of military antics; interrupted occasionally by John’s deep, gravelly voice in your ear, either calling them out or backing up their stories, though mostly he chose to remain silent, content to simply watch his mates flirt shamelessly.

Despite the attention of two very attractive and very interested men, you find yourself drawn to their companion, the one who isn’t fawning over you, but instead sits back and watches you, eyes dark as they catalogue every movement you make, trailing over the exposed parts of your skin when he thinks you’re not paying attention. At some point, your hand had come to rest on his burly thigh, far too high to be innocent, and despite his initial shock he hadn’t moved away.

You can tell he’s interested – knew from the first moment his eyes met yours at the bar, the way his pupils dilated and his gaze lingered on your skin – but something is holding him back, keeping him from indulging in what you both want, despite your obvious flirtations. You wonder if it’s part of military training, something drilled into them about keeping calm under pressure, that gave him his iron-clad will.

You wonder what it will take to break it.

You don’t know if Jess or Johnny who suggests it – your brief interactions with the rambunctious Scotsman had taught you that he was eerily similar to your best friend in his ability to seek out trouble – but somehow you’re coerced into the shots Jess had wanted earlier. You close your eyes as you tip the shot back, not noticing the way John’s eyes follow the curve of your neck when your head tips back, the bob of your throat as you swallow, his mind going to much different scenarios. You do notice his chuckle when you grimace at the taste of the alcohol, and you pout at him.

“Not going to join us?”

“I’ll stick to whisky, thank you.” he says, tipping his glass in acknowledgement.

“Probably a good idea. This stuff is foul, I’m not sure I’ll ever get the taste out of my mouth.”

“Here.” He holds the glass of amber liquid towards you. “This’ll help.”

You’re suddenly struck with an idea – you lean in, your eyes locked on his as your lip wraps around the glass, swallowing. A stray drop catches on your lip, and without breaking eye contact you flick your tongue out to catch it, enjoying the way John’s eyes follow the motion. You think you can hear someone wolf-whistle in the background, but you can’t find it in you to care, not with the way John is looking at you – like he could devour you whole.

It’s not long before you and John are the only ones left – Johnny having made an excuse about being tired, though it’s more likely he was sick of being the third (fifth) wheel; and Jess and Kyle having not-so-subtly disappeared to the ‘bathroom’ one after the other. Not that you can blame her – you would let John fuck you in the dirty bar bathroom, if he’d only ask. Unfortunately for you, he’s too much of a gentleman, refusing to allow you to walk the five minutes to your flat alone, even amongst your half-hearted protestations that you would be fine. You can’t find it in you to be truly upset, not when every part of you is humming with need, desperate to keep him in your presence.

The walk is mostly quiet – you’re not sure what’s going through his mind, but yours is occupied with with ways to get him inside your apartment, to convince him that you want this as much as he does. You barely even notice that you’ve arrived until you spot the familiar bright blue door.

“This it?”

“Yeah.” you bite your lip, suddenly unsure. Despite the obvious attraction, and your rather blatant flirtations, he’s given you no indication that he intends to take things any further. You’re not sure how to ask.

“I’ll walk you up.” his tone leaves no room for argument, and a part of you hopes it’s because he doesn’t plan to leave. Your mind swirls with with possibilities, both of dragging him into your bed, and of him leaving you at the door without a word, never to see you again.

You’re distracted as you pull out your keys, so much so that you forget about the dodgy step – the same hole that had been there since before you moved in, and had probably been there since the nineties – and immediately stumble, keys slipping from your grip. John is beside you in an instant, deftly plucking them from the air before you’ve even noticed you’ve dropped them, his hand on your waist to steady you.

“Careful, love.” he rumbles, dangerously close to your ear. He’s once again in your space, taking up all your senses. You want to keep him there as long as possible, and you’re fairly certain he wants that too, as he doesn’t hand you the keys, and he makes no move to pull away.

“Thank you, John.” you breathe, placing a hand on his thick bicep and squeezing lightly, and you can see the effect it has on him. His eyes darken, and his grip on your waist tightens just slightly.

“Don’t do that, love.”

“Why not?” you keep your voice low, unwilling to break whatever fragile bubble you’ve built around the two of you, the one where nothing else exists but you. The one where he’s so close to giving in, to giving you both what you want.

“I’m not what you want.”

“And how do you know that?” you murmur, letting your hand brush gently from his arm, across his broad shoulders, to rest on his chest, right over his heart. You can almost imagine you can feel it hammering under your touch. “Tell me you’re not interested and I’ll stop.”

“You don't know me, love. Trust me, you don’t want me.”

“You didn’t say you’re not interested.” You say, stepping closer to him, so close you swear you can see the conflict playing out behind his eyes. You lean up, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear. “You trying to scare me off? Or are you afraid you can’t handle me?”

His jaw twitches, clenched tight. Fingers clenching around around the keys, white-knuckled.

“Inside. Now.”

He doesn’t touch you as he follows you up the stairs to your apartment, but you can feel the weight of his stare on you, heavier than any hands you’ve had on your body before. Neither of you speaks – the tension is drawn so tight that you’re afraid the slightest sound will cause it to snap, and you’re not sure if you’re more frightened or excited by the prospect.

Your hands tremble as they try to fit the key into the lock, and suddenly his hand is covering yours, steadying it; but the electricity it sends through your skin nearly causes your knees to buckle. Almost as if he can read your thoughts, his other hand goes to your hip, his body a wall of muscle behind you, so close but not touching, almost as if to say fall if you have to, I’ll catch you.

You’re only too eager to take him up on the offer.

It’s only when the door clicks shut behind him that you turn to look at him. His broad frame almost dwarfs the door, but your entire world was drawn down to just his eyes; the bright blue is gone, replaced with a dark storm that under other circumstances would be terrifying, but here in the low light of your apartment it causes a thrill to go through you, heat pooling in your belly. You feel simultaneously powerful and fragile – a siren luring the sailor in, only to find you’ve been caught his net the whole time, your voice holding no more power over him than a ship has over the ocean.

It’s then that his control snaps; stepping forwards, he grips the back of your neck like he’s scruffing a stray cat, and drags you into an open-mouthed kiss. His other hand splays across your back, pressing you close with no way to escape his grip. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, unable to do anything but surrender. All of your senses are taken over by him – the warmth of his hands even through your clothes, the taste of whisky on this tongue, the scent of something masculine and faintly smoky overwhelming you until you couldn’t think of anything but him.

When he finally pulls away you’re breathless, staring up at him with glassy eyes, leaning into his hand like it’s the only thing keeping you upright. It might very well be; you feel so weightless you might float away, the warmth of his hands being the only things keeping you tethered. You let out a disappointed wine when he drops his hands and steps back from you, looking pleased with himself at the desperate noise. If you’d been any more lucid you might have noticed the faint growl in his voice, the only sign that he was just as affected as you were.

“Clothes off. Now.”

All your earlier bravado is gone; you can only scramble to obey with an eagerness unmatched by even the most well trained soldiers under his command. And he knows it too; there’s a knowing glint in his eyes as his lips curl in the hint of a smirk, arms folding across his chest as he watches you kick off your shoes, reaching for the zipper of your dress.

“Eager thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, and you find yourself nodding reflexively, letting the dress fall to the ground, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties. His hands find your waist as you unclasp your bra, his lips at the shell of your ear, voice low and sending shivers down your spine. “Just need someone to tell you what to do, is that it?” His lips just barely brush against your skin, trailing a path across your jaw, as one hand skims up your side to your chest, palm cupping your breast, and you tangle your hand in his hair in a desperate attempt to keep his lips on your skin. “Need someone to make you behave?” He pulls back to watch your face as he gives your breast a squeeze, tugging at your peaked nipple and sending a jolt straight to your core.

“Yes.” You breathe, and his mouth is on yours again, tongue sweeping into your mouth and swallowing your gasp. His hands are everywhere, kneading at the swell of your breasts and tracing the curve of your spine, slipping beneath your panties to grip at the curve of your ass, pressing your hips against forward against the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Your hands leave his hair move to tug your underwear off, but you’re quickly stopped by his hands gripping yours, bringing them to his lips.

“Allow me.” He murmurs, sinking to the ground. His hands are delicate as they grip the waistband of your panties, dragging them slowly down as his lips follow, brushing kisses against the soft flesh of your hip, thigh, your knee; getting further and further from where you want them. He may be on his knees before you, but you’re acutely aware that he is still in control; each kiss to your bare skin perfectly calculated to bring you closer to madness, ignoring his own almost painful arousal. His lips trail back up your legs, and you can feel yourself growing wetter as he gets closer and closer to where you need him most – only to ghost right over your pussy, his lips instead moving to your hips, your stomach, everywhere but where you want them. You whine, hands tugging at his hair, try to bring his mouth where you want it. Instead, he continues up your body, until his lips brush the underside of your breast, before wrapping around a peaked nipple and sucking. You all but collapse into his arms with the jolt of pleasure it sends through your body and he chuckles lowly, standing to place a brief kiss to your lips.

“Bedroom, sweetheart.”

“Second door-” you barely have time breathe out before you’re swept off your feet, clinging to his shoulders as he swiftly locates your bedroom. Barely a beat passes between him laying you on the bed and fitting his body over yours, lips capturing your own, and fitting one large thigh in between your legs. He grips your hips and guides them over the rough fabric, his own arousal pressing into your hip. You can tell already that it’s going to be impressive, and your hand reaches down to grip him through the fabric, desperate to feel him.

With a groan he pulls away from your lips, gripping your wrist and pulling it off him as he looks down at you with pupils blow so wide they’re nearly black. For a moment you think he plans to fuck you just like this; you laid out bare, and him still fully clothed, and that just won’t do. You need to feel his skin against yours, need to be able to touch and kiss and bite. You impatiently paw at his shirt, and he separates from your lips just long enough to remove it, giving a breathy chuckle at your impatience. He doesn’t give you any time to admire him, as he moves down the bed, nudging your legs apart with his shoulders and settling between them. You think you should be self-conscious, having him so close to your most intimate parts, but the hungry look in his eyes only has you getting more worked up.

“Look at you…” he breathes, and you’re not sure it’s meant for you to hear. You shift impatiently, desperate for some kind of touch, anything, needing him to do something. His eyes flicker up to yours, amused.

“Need something?” He says, placing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, so close but so far from where you want him.

“Please, John-” you whine, hips bucking. Slowly he kisses up your thigh until he’s at your folds, so close-

His nose brushes against your clit and you jolt, fingers curling into the sheets. He’s barely even touched you, yet you’re so wound up that the slightest touch sends electricity through you. And then his mouth is on you, tongue rolling over your clit, and you arch off the bed with an obscene moan. A broad hand is splayed out on your stomach, holding your hips still, as he other hand grips your hip with almost bruising force to keep you against his mouth. His tongue laves through your folds, dipping into your entrance just slightly before rolling over your clit, and back again, your hips rocking into his face with every stroke, frantically chasing your pleasure. It’s devastating how fast he has you reaching your peak, the warmth pooling in your belly as your hand cards through his hair, walls clenching around his tongue as he fucks it into you, your whole body on fire. And then he wraps his lips around your clit and you break, eyes rolling, screaming his name as body tries to curl in on itself, thighs clamping around his head in a way you’d think would be painful, if you’d been able to think at all. You feel your orgasm in your whole body, every inch of you drawing tight before you melt, boneless and heavy, yet still not sated.

He kisses up your body slowly, giving you time to come down from your high. His hips slot between yours as he draws you into a slow kiss, letting you taste yourself on him as he grinds his clothed bulge against you with the same languid pace as his kiss. You’ve just come, but you want more – want all of him. You need to feel him inside you.

“Want you-” you whine, hands moving for his belt, clumsily tugging at it with clumsy hands, still shaking from your orgasm.

“’m getting there, sweetheart.” he groans into your mouth, gripping both your hands in one of his to try and move them away. “Patience.”

“No.” you whine, hand slipping under the waistband of his pants, reaching down to cup his length through his underwear. His movements still immediately, head dropping to your neck as his hips buck into the warmth of your hand.

“Brat.” he nips at your jaw, before he pulls away from you and moves to stand. You open your mouth to complain but are quickly silenced by the sight of his hands at his belt, thick fingers undoing the buckle with ease before impatiently shoving his pants and underwear down simultaneously, allowing his cock to spring free. You’re not sure what happens afterwards, too focused on the image of John’s large hand gripping his flushed length. He looks big even in his own hand – you want to know what he’ll look like with your smaller ones wrapped around it. You’re not sure you’ll be able to cover it completely even with both your hands, but god do you want to try. Your mouth practically waters as you rise up off the bed, reaching towards him, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Lay back, sweetheart.” He growls, stills fisting his aching cock as he crawls back over you, pushing at your shoulder gently to force you down. But you resist, too focused on getting your mouth on him. You want to know how he’ll taste, how heavy he’ll will feel on your tongue, how wrecked he'll sound when he comes down your throat.

“Please, John, let me-” your hands are on his shoulders as you give him your best pleading eyes, licking your lips as you try to move on top of him. “Please let me suck your cock.”

“It’s alright-” he starts, but you silence him with a kiss, tongue licking into his mouth, giving him just a taste of what you want to do with his cock.

“I want to.” you breathe when you pull away, enjoying the heady look in his eyes as he gives in.

He allows you to push him back, to settle on your knees in front of him, but his eyes never leave yours. His tangles loosely in your hair, not tight enough to pull, but firm enough to remind you who’s in charge.

Your eyes remained fixed on his as take him into your hand, giving him a few languid strokes, before leaning down and letting your tongue flick over the head.

You watch as his breathing stutters, as his jaw twitches in what you’ve learnt is an attempt to restrain himself, to keep some semblance of control, as your hand continues to work his cock, your tongue swirling over the head and lapping at the beads of precum there.

You don’t want him controlled. You want to see him break.

Without warning you wrap your lips around his cock, taking him as deep as you can. You hear him swear above you, his hand tightening almost painfully in your hair as he fights the urge to buck his hips into the warmth of your mouth. You pull back, swirling your tongue around his tip, before bobbing your head again, taking him deeper, as your hand strokes what you can’t fit in your mouth. The noise he makes is positively sinful, half way between a moan and a growl, and you want to hear him make it again. You pull off his cock with a swirl of your tongue, but this time your mouth trails down his length, eventually reaching his heavy balls, and suck.

“Fuck.” He growls. With a grip just on the right side of painful, he pulls you off him, dragging your face up to his and meeting your lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, uncaring of the taste of himself as he guides you onto your back, hips slotting between yours, cock hot and heavy where it rests on your stomach. With his cock so close to where you need it, you think he might finally fuck you, but instead his hand trails down to cup your mound, fingers trailing through the arousal that’s gathered there, bringing it up tow swirl around your clit. You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and the faint touch has you gasping, hips bucking into him, desperate to be filled.

“Have to get you ready, love.”

“’m ready now- please, John-”

“Patience.” he repeats his earlier words, thumb pressing lightly on your clit as his finger teases your entrance. “Gonna be a tight fit sweetheart, gotta stretch you out.” Just the thought of his cock bullying its way inside you has you clenching around nothing, and you think he can see it on you, as he teases a thick finger inside you, groaning at the way your walls clamp down around him. He adds a second finger, palm grinding against your clit, working you over into another orgasm with ease. You come with a cry, walls clenching around his fingers, and he groans at the sensation, imagining how you’ll feel coming around his cock. The thought alone is enough to have pulling his fingers from you, using the wetness on his fingers to fist his cock as he lines the weeping head with your slit. The feel of his tip pressing into you has you clinging to his shoulders, and he grips your leg, wrapping it over his hip, opening you further and allowing him to slip in deeper.

It’s achingly slow, the way he feeds his cock into you, as though he wants you to feel every single inch, every ridge and vein. By the time he bottoms out you’re nearly mad with anticipation, nails biting into his back as you try to force him to move, to give you some kind of relief.

“Fuck, sweetheart-” he groans at the sensation, fighting the urge to rut into with abandon, desperate to draw this out until he can feel you cumming.

You roll your hips up to meet his, desperately seeking the pleasure he’s withholding from you. But he denies you; keeping his thrusts just slow enough to keep you teetering on the edge without tipping over, driving you closer and closer to madness with each stroke, until you’re a sobbing, babbling wreck; begging him to please let you come.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” He drawls, nosing along your jaw, his thumb just barely ghosting over where you need it.

“Yes.”

“Gonna have to ask nicer than that.” he teases, cock dragging against your walls in a way that's just shy of enough.

“Please, John, I – I’m so close – please, I –” you babble, half delirious with pleasure. Despite your previous orgasms, you need it, need him.

“Good girl.” he all but growls, thumb pressing down on your clit. That’s all it takes; you crash, white hot pleasure thrumming through every inch, clenching around his cock in attempt to drag him over the edge with you.

But he pulls out suddenly, cock slapping against your twitching, overstimulated clit as he squeezes the base to try and stave off his own orgasm. He taps it against your clit once, twice more more, enjoying the way you moan and writhe away from the contact, before he flips you over, dragging your limp and pliant body onto your knees. You can just barely manage to hold yourself up as he sinks his cock into your tight heat once more, the new angle hitting something inside you that has your eyes rolling back. The grip he has on your hips is is bruising as he sets a much faster pace, fucking into you as though you’re nothing more than a pretty little toy for him to use. It’s all you can do to grip the sheets but your head and try to keep yourself upright as he chases his own relief.

It’s not enough for John, however – if you can still hold yourself up, he hasn’t fucked you thoroughly enough. With one hand gripping your hips, his other arm against your chest and gripping the base of your throat like a collar, he drags your body up to meet his, your head dropping back onto his shoulder as his cock manages to hit even deeper inside you. Still not satisfied, he drags his fingers over your clit harshly; still sensitive, he has you on the precipice of another orgasm remarkably fast.

“I can’t- John-” Your hand goes to his where it fits over your cunt; you grip it tightly, but make no attempt to pull him away.

“One more, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” His lips ghost across your neck, his other hand kneading at your breast, and the combined sensations are enough to push you over the edge.

You come so hard you can’t even scream, your vision turning white and you collapse forward, the weight of John’s body following you, pinning you to the mattress. You barely register the feeling of John’s release shortly after, groaning as his hips stutter, as though trying to fuck his come deeper into you. He has just enough sense to roll off you slightly before he collapses fully, though his body is still a comforting weight tethering you to reality. Everything feels fuzzy, your limbs heavy. Even the brush of his breath against your neck lights up your skin like a livewire. You’re not sure how long the two of you lie there; with his warm body pressed against yours, and the gentle caress of his hands over your sweat-slicked skin, you feel lulled into an almost dreamlike state. You’re not sure if it’s minutes or hours before you feel his lips on your shoulder, his body pulling away from yours. You moan at the sensation of him slowly drags his cock from your sensitive walls, his cum already beginning to leak out. You barely even register him roll you onto your back, parting your thighs and settling between them, his eyes already dark as they fix onto your cunt.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight.” He says, mostly to himself, watching the pearly liquid dripping from your folds. He swipes his fingers through your folds, collecting what’s leaked out, before he stuffs them back inside of you.

“Look so pretty full of me, sweetheart.” You’re not sure if it’s the sound of his voice, his words, or his fingers inside you, but you can’t help but moan and clench down around him. He shifts his body so he can capture your lips, fingers still inside you. He kisses you languidly, tenderly, like he hadn’t just fucked your brain to liquid and left you boneless.

“You broken, love?” You can only weakly shake your head no, eyes still closed. “Don’t tell me you’ve had enough already.” You slowly open your eyes, finding him looking down at you with eyes dark, a smug look on his face like he’s won some game you weren't aware you were playing. Despite how tired you are, how blissed out you feel, you find yourself shaking your head, as if unwilling to disappoint him.

“Good. I’m not done with you yet.”

You wake in the morning with a pleasant ache between your thighs, your limbs still loose and boneless as you melt back into the mattress. You’re vaguely aware of the lack of another body in bed with you, but your limbs feel too heavy to move to check. You think you hear the sound of movement in your apartment, though it could just be your neighbours – either way, you’re too comfortable to care. It’s only when you hear the sound of footsteps approaching that you lazily open your eyes, just in time to see John, shirtless, broad chest and arms on full display as he places a steaming mug on your bedside table. You can’t help but admire him all over again in the golden morning light, eyes trailing over the expanse of his shoulders, remembering how he’d draped your legs over them whilst he buried his face in your cunt; the thickness of his fingers when he buried them inside you.

“Mornin’, love.” He leans over you, his hand gently cradling your face, and you rise up to meet his lips. It’s devoid of last night’s urgency, but still leaves you just as breathless and hungry. Your grip tightens as he moves to pull away, and you follow him, trying to bring his lips back to yours.

“Needy little thing.” He chuckles, pushing you back into the mattress and settling over you, his hand a solid weight on your throat as he tilts your head to look up at him. “Didn’t get enough last night?”

You say nothing, simply draw him back into a kiss, legs falling open as you allow him to settle between them.

[orphicsun]

. ✦ .R U Mine? FWB Ellie x Reader. ✦

Content: JACKSON ELLIE X FEM! READER, Alcohol consumption, friends with benefits, mentions of casual sex, some angst, Cat is Ellie's ex-girlfriend in this fic, making out in the rain, nipple play (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), scissoring, happy ending this is definitely an emotional roller coaster though, set in TLOU universe in which reader and Ellie are young adults, Joel is still alive and mentioned, Jesse and Dina are in a relationship in this, I know the pic is Seattle Ellie but this is still set in Jackson.

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: I know I literally just said I'd be releasing this in a week, get tricked. (I spent hours editing to finish this but it was so worth it)

Description: Ellie has always been bad with emotions. Dina tells you that what seems like everyday at this point. Still, you can't help but notice the way she leaves the morning after your nights together. You can feel the tension in the way she pretends like nothing happens during patrol together. Just when you think you finally have the situation figured out, it blows up in your face.

 "How drunk are you?" Dina's voice echoes in your head, making you turn away from your current view and back onto the current conversation.

"Uhhhhhh…..however drunk you want me to be?” You giggle at Dina’s failed attempt to stifle a laugh.

“You are so doomed tomorrow..don’t you have patrol with Jesse?! And I thought you were gonna try to go talk to Ellie and make things less awkward..” Dina looks at you more sternly now.

You groan. “It’s not like it’ll even fuckin’ matter, she’ll just ignore me like she always does. Like she’s doing right now.” 

You know that was a bit over dramatic, but it’s not untrue. Ellie and you have been seeing each other - no, fucking, for the past few months. Every single time you’re in public together, she mostly acts weird towards you, feigning disinterest. The act she puts on is hard to believe when she’s between your legs making you cum your brains out the next day. It’s not like you don’t understand the difference between love and lust. You absolutely understand it, especially in a place like Jackson where getting attached to someone can be riskful. However, Ellie is never a quick fuck-and-leave. Not only is the sex amazing, but she tells you things in the voice she limits for only you to hear, and things she says never make you wonder if she means them. Her actions, however, have you lost. 

Ellie was a friend before all of this. She was no childhood friend who grew up with you but simply someone who you connected to well, and well was an understatement. You know almost everything about her, from her favorite rations to bring on long supply runs to her shower routine. Now, the two of you are really at a limbo; the patrols since the first hook-up have all been awkward, with Ellie being extremely quiet or overly nice, which may seem like a good thing but once again you know Ellie. She has never been the type to keep her mouth shut and clean. The crude jokes and sarcasm are your favorite pieces of her personality, and you just assumed at first that it was just her getting used to the dynamic. However, as time continues, it is still just as weird, and the two of you are hooking up just as often. 

Currently, you’re wasted to no ends at a party in Jackson you wish you didn’t even go to. Of course, Ellie’s here joking around with Jesse in the far left of the backyard like nothing is weird between the two of you. Again, it may be dramatic, but you just hate the fact that you have to keep it all a secret from everyone. (You told Dina as soon as it happened, but that’s because you can’t keep secrets from your best friend!) You know that from the beginning, it was always supposed to be sex and a friendship. Both of you didn’t want a ton of commitment, but that changed overtime as the hook-ups started to last longer and the aftercare went from sitting in bed together to holding each other like lovers do. Dina warned you that Ellie isn’t good with her feelings, but it causes bitterness within you when she kisses the top of your head the other night then refuses to even say hi to you at a party.

You sigh, turning your attention back away from Ellie once more and onto Dina, who is trying her best to lecture you on why you should just talk to Ellie instead of letting the situation get so awkward, but you’re not really hearing her. You’re not typically a melancholic drunk, but Ellie really has a knack for bringing that side out of you, especially when she’s halfway across the yard talking Jesse’s head off and refusing to make eye-contact. Every time she laughs, it stabs at your heart. Not because she’s happy, but because you want to be the one to cause that feeling in her. You want to be the reason she smiles and giggles, you want to hear all of the swear words she wants to say and the stupid jokes she likes to come up with. You honestly miss her, and you know it’s stupid that you even fell for her, but you hope that someday things will at least be normal once more. Not that you wanna lose the sex, though.

Dina drags you over to the mentioned group and forces her boyfriend Jesse to escort you home. You don’t argue back. You’re too sad to argue and it’s embarrassing to be on the verge of tears as Ellie’s silence next to is continued.

-

You can’t help but think of Ellie, even when you’re all snug in your bed and half-conscious. It’s the memory of her face as you walked away and how she glanced over to you but never spoke up. She would have made your day so much better with a simple ‘hello.’ It’s not her fault, you tell yourself. It was never ever her fault but yours. Still, you feel so bitter wondering where it all went wrong for you. 

Usually, you never experienced such a level of attachment to one person. It’s not like love was new and you were far from a virgin when you and Ellie first hooked up, but something about her is engraved in your head and you just can’t escape it. You picture the button-like curve of her nose and the way light reddens her hair, a color that is almost impossible to make out in the confines of the indoors. Sometimes, you wonder if Ellie was born to be part of nature. She smells so Earthly and the way she moves, converse padding through grass, it’s like when you see someone practicing a hobby meant for them: you just know it’s meant to be that way. You used to love going on patrol with her for that reason, to be able to see her so comfortably scavenging and on Shimmer’s back. Now, it’s stiff and awkward, and the sense of fate that you feel when seeing her do what she is so naturally good at is challenged by her distance. 

Deep within your thoughts, you’re pulled out by a creak and the sound of your window opening. You quickly sit up, attempting to dry your tears with your sleeve when you see Ellie clumsily diving into your bedroom. Usually in the circumstance of being angry with someone, you know that you would tell them to fuck off. Ellie, however, cannot be told that. Her charm on you is far too wrapped around you like vines to concrete and so you laugh even through the tears. 

“Your window is fuckin’ narrow, you know.” 

“I wouldn’t know. I use the front door.” Despite the snark in your words, your voice cracks slightly as you sniffle and try to hold back the hot tears. 

Ellie sighs, and you can tell she is holding back. You hate this, the way conversation still flows at little points in time before continuing onto becoming nothing but awkward, stiff silence. Ellie surprises you and moves quickly to sit on your bed near you, pulling you into her arms. 

You know you shouldn’t crumble, but you do. Her embrace is so warm despite the fact that tomorrow it’ll be non-existent, and so you cling onto her while you still can. Your tears dribble down your cheeks and onto her shirt where the material grows damp. She only holds you tight, not making any further moves. Somehow, that is worse than the latter. The idea that this is what the relationship (if you can even call it that) has become is so emotionally involved, now there is no doubt that there is more, but there won’t be in the morning. 

You grieve the moment for what it could’ve been and fall asleep in Ellie’s arms as she coos you so softly, whispering sweet reassurances, only taking your tears as drunken sadness and not for what it was - her own doing. 

When you were once a young girl, you found comfort in the sound of clocks. The rhythmic tick, tick, tick lulled you to sleep. Now, you awake to the same ticking coming from the round clock mounted on your wall by a nail behind it. The familiar sunlight is plastering the bed in patterns much like time itself, telling you that the day is ahead of you and that you cannot sleep it off for much longer. Of course, Ellie’s presence is lacking. She left before you woke up. It hurts more than the other times that you opened your eyes to see that the girl you slept with the night before had left you, because she held you so dearly the previous night in a way that is always more than friendly or sexual. The inbetween of that must be hard for her to differentiate. 

You arrive at the East gates around 8 am, and Jesse is there waiting for you with a polite smile on his face. 

“Hey. You ready to head out?” 

“Yeah, sorry if I’m running a bit late.”

Jesse lets out a small laugh at that. “I won’t hold you to it. You were pretty hammered last night.” 

You avoid his teasing gaze, knowing full-well his words ring true. You were embarrassingly drunk last night, and you probably said some things to him that you don’t even remember now, but he definitely does. 

“You act like you weren’t drinking too!” 

“Oh, please. I’ve been drunk but not that drunk. You were white-girl wasted.” 

That makes you laugh, but at the same time your heart clenches along with your uneasy stomach. That’s a term one freckle-faced girl is known for saying because of Joel. 

“Can we just get on with patrol now?” Jesse rolls his eyes at your whiny tone and short dismal, but nods anyway and begins to signal for the guards to open up the large gates. You sigh, taking reluctant steps out of Jackson along with him. “My head’s killing me and I need to get this over with so that I can go home and nap.”

The first 30 minutes of patrol goes just as expected, the trek to the neighborhood you were assigned to clear and search through is long and boring. Jesse isn’t much of a talker when it comes to patrols, usually sticking to professionalism. That doesn’t surprise you much. While Jesse likes to drink and have a good time, he’s always taken patrol seriously. You recall countless times you’ve heard him scold other people for not taking their work seriously enough, and you partially understand. The lives of the people in Jackson all count on each other to do their jobs efficiently. Still, you know that patrol can be boring and nerves can be high. Sometimes, people just need to have a bit of humor in their lives to keep things from getting too grim. Afterall, leading an overall grim life as a patroller is no way to live. It’d tear your spirit out, starting from the inside. 

However, as you reach the building, Jesse stops in his tracks. His usual disposition is broken and he turns to you with a sigh. 

“Listen..” He struggles to find the words, “I just wanted to talk to you about something that I’ve noticed.”

You hope this isn’t going where you think it is. “Yeah?”

“Ellie’s one of my best friends, and I can tell something’s going on between the two of you, even if she won’t tell me.” He notices your visible discomfort at the mention of Ellie, but presses on. “I’m just warning you that she’s not good with her feelings. She can be all awkward and weird about them, but you’re a good person. I know she cares about you.” 

You don’t answer immediately, a bit caught off guard by his words. Still, they resonate with you. You’ve heard this from Dina too, but you previously wondered if she was only wanting to give you a soft landing. Dina, as much as you love her, has a tendency to try to avoid hurting your feelings. Jesse is quite the opposite, and you know that what he says has meaning to it. 

“Thanks, Jesse.” You give him a slight smile, and he nods. 

“Just talk to her, okay? You guys are both great. You deserve better than whatever the fuck you’ve got goin’ on.” 

You can’t help but laugh slightly at that despite anxiety churning through you. If Jesse sees potential, why can’t it be realistic to think that you and Ellie have a shot at being more than just friends who often have sex? Why can’t you be girlfriends?

The rest of the patrol is still half better, half worse. You’re anxious about actually talking to Ellie about your feelings and the aching from the previous night hasn’t faded. The task of taking out infected is just as dreadful because you know that in any moment, all of your current problems can become squabble compared to the issue you’d be faced with if a bite were to be imprinted into your flesh. It’d be tragic. Still, you have hope. You carry hope with you that soon, you may get to make some progress with her and get out of this weird spot. You think about that hope every moment that your knife is plunged into the rotten fungi-covered skin of another clicker. 

Before, your plan was to make a bee-line for your own house and sleep off the liquor from the night before, to get some actual sleep. Now, your feet seem to lead you to the path of Ellie’s garage. You’re just ready to see her and get the difficult conversation over with so that you can finally know how she feels.

On the way, your heart races with hope and fear. Questions circle around your head like bees swarming their hive; will Ellie reciprocate your feelings? Even if she does, will she want to actually be in a relationship with you? She may not even feel the same way.. You have to stop yourself from going overboard. As you reach her little garage, you take a deep breath and mentally count the seconds in your head.

Tick, tick, tick…One, two, three..

Everything will be fine. Even if this doesn’t work out, you can at least move on from her and have closure. You can’t help but smile at the thought of no longer having to deal with awkward patrols and weird conversations. Finally, you walk towards the garage door; your steps are faster than before and charged with nerves. Your hands are shaky but your mind is determined. 

You stop yourself from knocking on her door when you hear the sound of laughter.

You recognize the all-too-familiar laughter that belongs to Ellie, of course. It always makes your heart tumble into your stomach upon hearing it. However, you hear another fit of giggles beside hers that cause a clenching in your heart. Was she with another girl…?

You quickly pad towards her window, her curtains opened wide of course. From even just the side, you can see the scene inside of her room. Ellie is sitting in bed with Cat. You feel sick to your stomach at the sight of the girls so effortlessly talking, something Ellie hasn’t bothered to give you in months besides the times you’re in bed together, naked for her. 

Cat is drawing on her arm and it makes you livid with jealousy. You know that she and Ellie dated before. You can’t help but wonder if this is the reason that Ellie holds back from you. Was she really still in love with her ex-girlfriend all of this time? Were you just a rebound to her? 

Your heart breaks within you, and you’re more hurt than you are angry. The frustration is definitely there, though. You don’t bother to knock, storming back off to your home.

-

Ellie knew from a young age who she was. She has a foul mouth, likes nerdy things that others may insult her for, and she likes women. Her sexuality may have been a bit of a spectacle in Jackson. When she and Cat were seen holding hands when they were together, she was forced to get used to the stares thrown at them. They built her up into everything she is today. However, Ellie is nothing if not troubled.

Her emotions aren’t so easily adaptable. Her feelings feel murkier at times and clear at others, yet she cannot convey them in the ways others do. She knows that she is in love with you. She feels an emptiness when she is away from you for too long and wonders if it would be smart to let herself be so honest with you, to risk losing you after spending the rest of her days with you. She struggles to convey all of that, too; what if you find her to be overwhelming? Sex with you may be one thing, but these feelings could scare you away. She can’t lose you. 

Perhaps her lack of proper conveyal pushed you further away from her grasp.

It seems that you won’t talk to her anymore. She can’t pinpoint what is causing the change, but all she knows is that it is all too real. You, for some reason, won’t volunteer to patrol with her anymore. You don’t knock on her door, even if it’s just for that one thing that has been the main foundation of your relationship for the past few months. You lack the softness in your gaze when you’re in her presence; you lack to gaze at her at all. 

Something in Ellie is entirely disheartened by your sudden absence in her life. She knows that she was awkward before, but she genuinely wanted to tell you how she felt about you. She wanted to carve your name into the surface of her heart so that she can only bleed you, as if your hands don’t squeeze at the organ enough. She recalls the times that she’d take deep inhales of your hair after sex just to be filled with your scent. She thinks about the last time she got to hold you and how she left after, just because she couldn’t live with it if you rejected her in the morning. 

For weeks, this avoidance continues. At first, Ellie tries to speak to you. You ignore her or brush her off with short responses every time. After a while, she begins to pull away as well. That is, until you’re walking home in the rain as the crash of thunder surrounds Jackson at all angles. 

Your boots make wet pitter-patter noises as you try your best to hurry back home after a late patrol. The sky is dark, the only source of light is your own flashlight and the dim street-lights that make a path down the street. Unfortunately, your house is so far from the center of Jackson that it requires a longer journey to get home than it does for most people. You live on the outskirts, which can be good for privacy, but not so good for travel. 

You wish that you had brought an umbrella with you earlier before leaving your house. Now, it doesn’t matter. All you can focus on is getting home and not being struck down in lightning. In a world filled with fungi-based zombies, you’d think that something as unique as being fried from a thunderstorm would be the least of your worries. Your steps quicken until they don’t. 

You trip face-first into the gravel, your skin on fire from the sudden harsh tumble. Your clothes are covered in mud and dirty rain water, some pebbles sticking to the soaked fabric. You groan in discomfort, but you’re halted from your progress in rising when you look up to see a frantic Ellie staring down at you. 

“Holy shit, are you okay?! What the hell are you doing out here, it’s raining cats and dogs..” 

Usually, you’d laugh at that joke. Instead, you avoid her gaze and try to stand, wincing at the soreness from the fall and the scrape on your knee left from the sharp gravel. 

“I’m fine. I just got back from patrol.” Your words are so boring and short, it makes Ellie’s heart ache. She misses how things used to be.

“You’re not gonna make it all the way back to your house like this.” She states, and you know she is right, unfortunately. Your clothes leave you feeling like a wet dog, dirty and half-way drenched. Your knee is probably bleeding, and you simply don’t want to walk all of the way home. Still, you’d rather do that than face Ellie after what you witnessed. 

“I can make it, I’ve walked home before.”

Ellie scoffs at your stubborn, dry tone. “Yeah, no shit. But not like this. C’mon, just come back to the garage. You can borrow my clothes and I’ll ask Joel for a first-aid kit.” 

That sounds so like Ellie to offer. You remember countless nights in her garage, some before the whole situation happened when you only played video games and let her read you comics until you were snoring on her couch. You also remember the late nights spent against her, panting as she made you cum in any way she could, only to act as if it didn’t happen the next day. The thought makes you grow bitter. 

“Maybe I don’t wanna go home with you.” You state in a monotone, or at least try to. You pray that she can’t hear the break in your voice, notice how your already wet face is easily splotched with a cluster of tears. 

That makes Ellie’s heart completely squeeze within her body. “But..why?”

“Why?! Because you led me on, Ellie!” 

Ellie’s eyes widen at that. She didn’t expect that. “Lead you on? How..How did I lead you on? I know I was awkward, but I-”

You quickly cut her off, your voice raising with pent-up hurt. “It’s not about your stupid awkwardness! It’s about the fact that I was clearly just a rebound.” 

Ellie goes silent at that. A rebound? What the hell were you talking about? A rebound for who?

“A rebound? What are fuck are you even saying right now..? I never..” Her voice trails off, she’s clearly confused; that only fuels your anger further.

“You only agreed to sleep with me because you wanted to get over Cat. Am I right, or am I right?” Your tone slides from angry to practically livid. Underneath it all is pure heart-break. 

“That’s not even true! I’ve been over Cat for a couple years now and you know that. Why would I still like her after this long?”

“I saw you and her in your stupid garage, Ellie!” As you shout, lightning strikes, causing you both to flinch. You should just turn away and rush inside, rush anywhere indoors. You know that. Still, you’re too focused on all of the hurt inside of you. “I saw her drawing all over your arm and I heard your laughter. You never laughed like that for me unless we were fucking. You never smiled at me like you smile at her, or Jesse, or even Joel for fuck’s sake.” You feel sobs bubble up from your throat and the rain pouring down upon the two of you. “I just wanted you to be happy with me like how you were before. Instead of…just pretending like we were nothing at all.”

Ellie looks like she’s about to argue back, but her words best her. She instead moves to stand in front of you, and even despite the tension and distance between the two of you, you can’t help but think about how beautiful Ellie looks, her soaked bangs glued to her forehead and her clothes soaked, clinging onto her slender form. She cups your face almost hesitantly, her fingers brushing against your jaw as if she’s afraid you’ll push away. She can feel the heat of your tears in contrast to the coldness of the rain water on your wet face. She aches at the difference. 

“Listen to me..please..” Her voice, so soft and intimate, makes you want to do whatever she asks. She is so gentle even as the thunder booms once more, almost making you jolt again. “Cat was only drawing on my arm because I wanted to get a new tattoo, and I’ve been well over her for years now. We might’ve dated when we were young, but all we are now is a friendship. I needed her advice on you. I wanted to know what to do, how to tell you how I feel..” 

You look up at her, your voice hesitant. “And how do you feel?”

She exhales, a shaky and addictive sound. “I don’t want Cat back. I want you back..I miss you. I miss the goofy shit we used to do on patrol.” She chokes out a laugh, ironic for the speech and the nerves she’s feeling from confessing all of this to you. “I miss hearing your laughter, I miss how you smell so lovely even when you live in a fucking apocalypse. I yearn to hear you talk to me. Talk to me about anything. I miss the way you sneeze, the way you stumble over yourself like how you just did and got your damn patrol clothes all muddy.” She takes one final moment to savor your face, to memorize your features right in front of her in case you reject her final confession. “I don’t love Cat. I love you.

Her words hit you so deeply, right in the heart where you need to feel her. You don’t hesitate to lean in and Ellie almost immediately meets your lips in a bruisingly desperate kiss. 

Your hands grasp at her face like she’ll disappear in any moment, fingers finding her hair and pulling at the wet, tangled strands of auburn.. She pulls you closer by the waist and her palm can feel sensations that make her believe this moment is something straight out of a dream. Dots of rain fall upon the both of you as her lips pull your bottom one in between them, making you gasp softly and part your lips. She takes full advantage, slipping her tongue into your mouth. 

The two of you are now impossibly close as your mouths slide against each other so needily, so fervently. Every brush, every wet smack of your lips ignites more than just a fire between the two of you. Ellie is itching to keep you like this, but she desperately misses all of you. She wants to devour you and solidify the fact into existence that you are hers, and you won’t ever doubt her love for you. 

Droplets of rain wetten the kiss further, but they do nothing to prevent the heat of your mouths enveloped, or stop the way the two of you push and pull closer to each other like magnets. The only thing that breaks the kiss is a sudden bolt of lightning rather close to your location. 

Breathless, Ellie’s forehead meets your own. “We should go back to my garage.” You nod, and quickly, the two of you scamper off to Joel’s backyard in which her small place is located. 

Inside, Ellie’s lips meet yours once more, thirsting and full of longing. Damp clothes are pulled off of the two of you; bodies meet each other and you can feel every inch of Ellie against every centimeter of you. Her stiff nipples graze yours, making you shiver despite the warmth of her garage. 

“Say you love me again,” you plead with her so breathlessly.

She doesn’t hesitate to be truthful, not after holding back for so long. “I love you. I love you so much, it hurts.” 

Her lips drag down your neck, her hands guiding your hips to walk back towards her bed. You fall onto the soft mattress and her body quickly follows yours. Each swipe of her tongue over your skin sends sparks of pink electricity through your veins and between your legs. 

“I need you, Els.” You’re panting, a delirious mess and yet more content than you’ve been in a long time. 

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’ll give you all of me. I’m yours now.” 

Ellie’s body is smothering yours, and she has to settle further down to make contact with your tits. Her mouth is all over the soft, bumpy texture of your nipples, lapping at the hardened peaks to send little shudders through your spine. Your body craves her after so long, but you appreciate all she gives you. Her mouth takes its time on each of your nipples, her love so needy and desperate yet savoring. You grasp at her messy hair, trying to pull her up to kiss you.

When her bare weight settles back onto yours, your mouths soon meet for a slower, but just as intense kiss. You take your time to slide your tongue against hers and lick into her mouth, exploring her as if your time here would last forever. Her body involuntarily grinds against yours and though there’s not direct friction onto either of your clits, you still whimper into each other’s throats.

Ellie’s palm slides down between your humid bodies as she distracts you with her tongue swirling against yours, a delicious sensation you can’t seem to find anywhere else. Her fingers suddenly rub at your clit, making you moan into her mouth, an eager sound so easily swallowed.

This isn’t the first time she’s touched you like this, not even the second time. Still, your body reacts as if this is all new. The way she touches you is sloppy and passionate, not anything in comparison to the previous hook-ups in which she was able to make you cum but gave you what was a watered down, held back version. Now she can give you everything. 

The kiss slows, but your lips lingered against each other’s. You can still lick at the taste of rain droplets on her swollen lips; you wish to rub against them so hard that they taste of nothing but your own lips. 

“Inside me, please.” You beg against her lips, sending fizzles of heat throughout her own cunt and making her clench around nothing. 

“Good,” she mumbles against you as she eases two fingers into your moistened hole to elicit a soft, open gasp from your lips, “wanted to feel inside your cunt again. Missed it.” 

Her calloused fingers work you, stretching your walls to ease any discomfort. You don’t know what to focus on with the amount of feelings coursing through your body - the subtle curve of her breasts are visibly if you flicker down, but you can’t seem to do so as you throw your head back onto her pillow and stare up at her ceiling to try and collect yourself; the way her eyes intensely watch over the way you gnaw at your bottom lip with pleasure, biting down when she curls her digits in the most delicious way possible; her mouth painting noticeable hickeys all over your neck, an action you’d usually scold but can only grasp her face for more; the soft ‘love you’s leaving her mouth between suckling. She can’t help but remind you after all of this time.

Her fingers batter your insides repeatedly, fingertips pressing into your spongy spot until you cry her name and your nails are piercing into her skin. Each slide into your walls and the slight retreats sends waves of pure pleasure through your body, your peak being the only thing either of you can focus on. Her eyes look over your face, watch the way your breath recedes as your orgasm bleeds into your stomach and into your head. Each ripple shooting through your walls causes your walls to clamp down onto her fingers as if to hold them inside of you forever. She doesn’t stop pumping into your hole until you physically cannot withstand it any longer. 

“I love you, Ellie.” 

Your words, so saccharine, make her forget about her plan to cuddle with you after making you feel good. She’s now hitching up your leg and pulling hers over your thigh, slotting her neglected and slick cunt between your legs, her folds grinding against yours and causing you to mewl at the sudden sensation against your clit.

“You love me?” Ellie asks, watching as you nod your head eagerly, “bet this pussy loves me just as much,” her words so filthy make you even wetter than you thought was possible in a single night. 

Ellie whines as her clit receives little sparks of friction, the swollen bud savoring each moment of contact with your cunt. 

“Feels so good, h-holy fuck..” You whine, your hips bucking up into hers in small shudders of movements. The pure sloppiness of your pussies rubbing together causes the room to be filled with the sounds of squelching and strained moans, Ellie’s more breathy and yours more pitched. Her hips quiver against yours as she gets closer and close to cumming, her movements more sloppy as your wetness turns into hers, and hers yours. 

“Please, please, please I’m gonna cum, I’m-” Your own orgasm washes over your body, your back rising to accommodate for the sudden intense pleasure. Soon, Ellie’s cumming with you, not hesitating to swallow up your cries with her lips sealed over yours. You can feel each sloppy hump her cunt gives yours, can feel her whines only attempt to leave her throat. All of it has you drunk off of the feeling, possibly even harder than the last orgasm. Her tongue lazily fucks your mouth as she gives a final few sloppy judders to your clit before her body gives in to the utter exhaustion and she settles on top of you. 

Her body, coated in sweat and her pussy, covered in both of your juices, are completely worn out. Ellie’s head finds sanction in the crook of your neck where her breath tickles your purple-splotched skin. You wrap your arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Her leg brushes up against yours and that’s when you noticeably flinch; right, the scraped knee from earlier. 

Ellie quickly pulls herself off of you to  catch sight of your left knee, slightly red with dried blood and clearly tender.

“I’ll take care of that, just lay here and rest, ‘kay” You nod eagerly, wanting to get rid of the burning sensation as quickly as possible. Ellie quickly pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, her eyes taking a final glance to admire your naked body sprawled out on her bed.. all she can seem to feel now is love for you. “Stay here and I’ll be back soon.”

-

Quickly, Ellie returns to you with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a large adhesive band-aid. Her face is rather irritated. You raise your eyebrows. 

“What’s with the look?”

She sighs, muttering out, “Joel..that’s all.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. Fuck, you missed Joel. You missed watching movies with Ellie on his couch and the popcorn he’d microwave for the two of you to share. You can already tell by her face that he was pretty teasing about her scavenging through his cabinets for first-aid items looking like a hot mess. “I missed him,” you mumble quietly.

“Yeah… He missed you, too.” Ellie unscrews the lid on the alcohol and braces herself to do what she has to do.“This is gonna hurt, okay?” You nod, bracing yourself. Soon, the stinging of the alcohol hits your knee. It’s sudden and makes you wince. Seeing that look on your face makes Ellie want to stop and just hold you tightly, protect you from any harm. When the sting finally fades, you let out a soft sigh. She quickly peels the back of the band-aid off and with gentle but calloused fingers sticks the adhesive onto your scrape. She gives you a soft smile. “There. All good, now.”

You don’t hesitate to smile back, but another thought crosses your mind. “Hey, Ellie..?”

“Yeah?” Her voice is heavy with exhaustion and a noticeable, gentle affection.

“I meant it when I said I loved you.” 

Ellie gives you a toothy grin, a familiar one. “And I meant it when I said it, too.”

“But..I still just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me that before, you know?”

Ellie exhales quietly and nods, understanding what you mean. “I was really nervous, okay? I’ve just lost people before,” she leans in closer to you, admiring your eyes which observe her as she speaks, brushing messy strands of hair behind your ear, “I know it’s stupid, but it really is true when you hear people say I can’t handle my feelings well. I get all weird about them and I’m like a social recluse when I have a crush for some reason. As much as I just wanted to be around you, I was scared.” 

Your eyes soften slightly from her words, but curiosity takes over. “Scared of what? I wouldn’t ever hurt you, Els.” 

“It’s more than just getting my heart broken by you.. I mean, I’m scared of losing you physically, too.” She admits quietly. 

Ellie’s fears aren’t irrational. Everyday, people who have lovers, have friends and family are bitten or torn apart in the most gruesome ways possible. That’s always a reason to be cautious to care, but you can’t help but want to disagree with that sentiment. 

“But Ellie, you can’t just be alone with the fear of losing the people you care about,” you argue softly, “if you live your life like that, you’ll never get to have all of anyone. Sometimes, you have to risk losing the person you love so that you can at least have them in every way possible, even if it’s temporary.” 

“I know that, believe me. I’m so damn tired of keeping myself away from you and not fully giving you what you deserve.” Ellie leans down to plant a soft peck to your nose, making you giggle, “you deserve to be loved wholeheartedly and not like how I was doing before..so..” she sighs. “If I asked you to be mine, my girlfriend…would you say yes?” 

Your eyes widen and your heart beats faster. “You really mean that?”

Ellie nods, her cheeks red from earlier activities somehow burning brighter. This time, it’s more from embarrassment and something more childish than previously. 

You giggle and quickly lean up to hug her tightly. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” Ellie pulls you further in, squeezing you tightly. “You gotta promise to not hold back on me, though.”

She nods, feeling emotions pull at her chest at the feeling of your embrace, of finally having you in her arms without having to think about leaving you in the morning. “I promise.”

The rhythmatic, quiet sound of Ellie’s clock lulls you to sleep as she holds you in her arms. 

Tick, tick, tick. 

This time, Ellie won’t hold back from you when you wake up.

Taglist: @firefly-ace @kaykeryyy

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 6: Paige's POV

word count: 3,253

I tried to make this one a little longer for you guys! honestly pls go thank some of your favorite fic writers that always have the longest chapters bc damn its hard. anyway hope you like it!

Paige had no idea what came over her when she kissed Azzi. There was something about all the almost kisses and Azzi’s stunt in front of that bartender that Paige just couldn’t hold it back anymore.

This is all so fucking confusing because it feels so fucking real. How Azzi looks at her, how she stutters when she gets nervous, how she claimed Paige, and how her dimple seems to pop just a little extra make it feel too real. 

It just doesn’t make sense how Azzi can fake this so easily, but I guess she is really desperate to have her family leave her alone about dating. And of course Jonathon was invited to this wedding. When they dated for a bit and went to prom together, Paige had just started to understand the depths of her feelings. Watching Azzi dress up for someone else and walk away with someone else felt like the world ending. All these years later, he’s back and interested in spending time alone with her Azzi. However, she isn’t really hers.

Paige still has her hand at the base of Azzi’s neck, and the only thing holding her in reality is the feeling of Azzi’s thumbs gently rubbing circles her hips. “You know you can move your hand now, Paigey?”

But she doesn’t want to. “Oh shit, my bad,” Paige replies nervously. Azzi commented on her hand placement as if she wasn't equally touching Paige. If anything, she left her hands on Paige a beat too long after Paige removed her hand. 

Hours filled with laughter, splashing, and swimming went past before they knew it. Jessica and Brandon walk out, and everyone starts cheering. “Hi, everyone!” Jessica smiles and stops by the pool to say hi to the girls. “Hi, bridesmaid!! 

“Hi, bride!”

With a mischievous look, Jessica moves her eyes to Paige and says, “And hello to you, Mrs. Bridesmaid.”

Paige chuckles and wraps her arm around Azzi’s waist. “Hey, Jess, this place is insane.”

“Just wait until you see the spa. Their couple massages are out of this world.”

“Baby, we should go! That would be so nice after being tense from all that running coach made us do.”

“You guys totally should! I’m going to keep doing rounds to say hi to everyone, but let’s catch up later!”

The girls say bye to Jess and fall into a newfound silence as everyone else disperses, unsure how to shift back after their kiss. It hasn’t even been a full day of this, and Paige’s brain is scrambling. So she talks about what she knows best, basketball. “You know I meant to tell you, Coach got all on my ass because I was shooting too many free throws. Who even gets mad at that? Like dude, I’m practicing.”

“He just doesn’t want you to overdo it, that’s all.”

“Nah, Big G doesn’t want me to miss my shots.”

“Okay, fine. Well, I don’t want you to over do it, so at least listen to me.” 

“I’m good, Az, chill.” Paige isn’t good and hasn’t been good for over a month. Of course, Azzi would see that. The pressure of the season, the NIL deals, the growing responsibilities, and the lack of a national championship are closing in on Paige. She knows Azzi wants to help, but right now, the weight of the world is on her shoulders, and if she stops to rest, she knows everything will crumble. 

“I don’t mean anything by it. I just, I don’t know, I hope you know I’m always here for you. That’s all.” The tension in her shoulders almost immediately resolved. If anyone, Azzi would let the ‘Paige Bueckers’ just be Paige, even for a night, despite the flaws and mistakes she carries. 

“I’m sorry, Az. I know you are.” Paige reached out her fingertips to touch Azzi’s. “Hey, you wanna ditch and go watch Frozen?”

Azzi’s eyes brightened immediately.” Yes! Ugh, I miss that bed it was so comfy.” Paige fully grasps Azzi’s hand now and pulls her towards the stairs. “Aight, Princess, let’s get you dried off.” 

Once they got near their chairs, Paige noticed Azzi’s goosebumps and slight shivering. She quickly grabbed the big towel, wrapped it around her shoulders, and opened her arms for Azzi to enter. Azzi smiled sheepishly but took the opportunity to rest her head on Paige’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist. Paige makes sure Azzi is wrapped comfortably in the blanket and rubs one of her hands up and down Azzi’s back. Azzi sighs and leans deeper into her neck. “Mmm, sometimes I forget what a good hugger you are.”

Paige feels chills going down her spine. Not because of Azzi’s sweet words, but because of her lips gently touching Paige’s neck as she spoke. “Well then, maybe you should hug me more.”

“Well, maybe I will.”

“Is that a threat?” Paige smirks down at Azzi.

“It’s a promise.” Without even thinking, Paige kisses Azzi’s forehead. “You ready to go up, Az?”

Azzi softly smiles, and that softness travels up to her eyes. “Yeah, P.” God, this might be one of her favorite Azzi smiles because this smile is only for Paige. Azzi might not be hers, but that beautiful smile is. 

They gather their stuff, and Paige grabs both their bags. As they walk towards the door, Azzi yells over to Katie, “Hey, Mom, we are gonna head up for a nap. Call if you need anything!”

“See ya, girls!”

Paige opened the door for Azzi and watched her walk in. She would open every door for Azzi if it meant less work her favorite girl needed to put in. But honestly, Paige partially does it because it gives her a unique opportunity to appreciate Azzi’s body without her noticing. A key part of Azzi being her sexual awakening was also Paige realizing she was definitely an ass girl. Can you blame her?

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The walk back to their room is filled with laughter and inside jokes. Once they reach their door, Azzi opens it and jumps onto the bed. Man, she’s cute. “Ugh, I love hotel service when they make your bed.”

Paige chuckles as she sets their stuff down. “I’m getting into cozies with or without you, Az,” Paige says as she strips off her shirt. She notices Azzi glancing down appreciatively at her abs for just a moment. 

Azzi dramatically gasps, “You wouldn’t!” Paige just smirks and grabs fresh clothes before heading into the bathroom. She changes into boxers, a sports bra, black sweatpants, and an old, oversized team USA basketball shirt. Opening the bathroom door, she walks to Azzi, pouting in her sleep shorts and a sports bra.

Paige lays down on the best and sighs in relief at the comfort of the bed. She pats next to her to signal for Azzi to come lie down. “What’s wrong, Princess?”

“You!”

“Me? Me what?”

“I wanted to wear that shirt.” Now, Azzi is standing over Paige with her arms crossed.

“It’s my shirt, Azzi.”

“No, it’s my shirt, Paige.” Okay, she might be right there, but that's not the point. 

“You’re really gonna make me change right now? I just got comfy.”

Azzi sits on her knees next to Paige, making her pout even bigger. “C’mon Paigey, please?”

“Ugh, fine.” Paige would give Azzi the shirt off her back, both figuratively and literally, as you can tell. Paige whispers under her breath, “Such a brat,” as she takes her shirt off.

“Hey!” Azzi takes advantage of her vulnerable position and tickles Paige as the t-shirt is over her head.

“Azzi, stop!” Paige started laughing and squirming under her, trying to gain the upper hand. Azzi grabs the t-shirt, giving Paige the perfect opportunity. Paige grabs Azzi’s hips and flips them, straddling her legs over Azzi’s waist and pinning both hands above her head. 

“You are such a brat.” They are both breathless from their tickling match.

“Hmm, but you love me.” Azzi flashes a big smile, moving her hands to lace her fingers with Paige’s. 

Time slows down. “Yeah, I do.” And Paige meant it. Their eye contact is too intense to stay in, yet too intense to leave. Suddenly, Paige is very aware of them both not wearing a shirt and how close their faces are. 

Azzi’s eyes flash to Paige’s lips, then whispers gently, “I do too.” 

No one is here but them. They don’t need to fake anything for anyone. They don’t need to be this close, and they definitely don’t need to be one move away from kissing. Suddenly, she can hear KK in the back of her head again, telling her to be careful. She’ll never tell KK, but she’s right. She can’t lose Azzi because of some stupid feelings. Paige takes in a deep breath and resets. Azzi’s face flashes with disappointment as Paige swings off of Azzi. “Ready for your little snowman dude to sing to you?”

“His name is Olaf, and yes, very much so.” Azzi slips on the team USA basketball t-shirt with a smug face, knowing she won this round. Paige leans back with her right arm resting behind her head while she searches for the movie with the remote in her left hand. Azzi gets herself comfortable, leaning her head on Paige’s shoulder. She already seems sleepy, so seeing how long Azzi even makes it will be interesting. 

Paige doesn’t even like this movie that much. It’s not bad. Her opinion of it doesn't match how often she has seen it. But it became Azzi’s comfort movie, so somewhere along the way, it became Paige’s too.  

Before Olaf could even sing about what he’d do in the summer, Azzi's breathing got heavier, indicating she was either about to fall asleep or already asleep. Throughout the movie, she kept readjusting to get closer to Paige. She wrapped her arm around Paige’s bare stomach and intertwined their legs. Azzi was absenmindidly drawing circles on Paige’s stomach, making Paige sleepy too. 

Azzi’s mumbles wake Paige up the slightest bit as she rubs her back. “I love to cuddle you, baby.” Baby. She just called her baby.

Paige freezes for a moment. There is no way normal best friends say things like that to each other. The line of faking is becoming harder and harder to distinguish, especially as Azzi is slipping out pet names in her sleep. Paige squeezes Azzi a little tighter, appreciating this moment together before falling asleep soon after. 

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Paige wakes up to the sound of Azzi’s phone vibrating on the side table. Paige tries to cover her eyes from the light and block her ears from the noise with her pillow. Azzi leans over Paige to grab her phone and then rests right back where she was. “Hi, Mom, what’s up?”

“Oh shit sorry did I wake you guys up?”

“Yeah, but we should probably be getting up soon anyway. Did you need anything?”

“I was wondering if you and Paige wanted to join Dad, me, and the boys for dinner. Some cute restaurants in the main town are not too far from here.” 

“Sounds good to us. Meet in like an hour?”

“Perfect, see you both then.”

Paige heard the whole conversation but was trying to enjoy her last little bit of sleep. Azzi begins to drag her fingers up and down Paige’s abs. “Wake up, P, we gotta get ready for dinner.” 

“I am ready.” Paige mumbles groggily. 

“I don’t think the restaurant or my parents would agree that sweatpants and a sports bra are considered ready to go.”

“Well, they should.”

“Alright, sleepy, pick clothes for dinner tonight.”

“For me or you?”

“Uh, both?” 

Paige teases Azzi for always stealing her clothes, but in reality, she loves it. Something about it feels so domestic. “Aight, wear those short shorts with the pink crop top.” 

“Yes, ma’am.”

Paige changes into light green pants, a white crop top, and an open black button-up with zig zag patterns. Her sneakers have a small platform, giving her an extra inch over Azzi than usual. She takes her hair out to leave down with a nice wave, knowing Azzi will play with her hair a little extra. 

“Love when your hair is down like that, P. You look so pretty.” God, the power this woman has over Paige is honestly unnecessary. 

“Thanks, Az.” 

“Aww, you’re blushing!”

“What? No! I’m probably just, uh, s-sunburnt.” 

“Sure you are, P.”

“Aight, whatever, let’s go before your dad blames me for you making us late.” Paige grabs Azzi’s hand and pulls her out of the hotel room, leading them to the elevator. Because everything is a competition for them, they race trying to press the button before the other. Azzi makes a lead by pushing Paige against the wall. Just as Azzi was about to press the button, Paige came up behind her, wrapping her arms around her stomach, picking her up and spinning her around. 

Azzi squeals and kicks her feet in the air. “Paige!! Put me down. This isn't fair!” 

Paige stretches her arm out to press the button. “Nah, winning is winning, princess.”

The elevator dings open, and the groosman are packed in there. “Hey, Azzi! Paige!” Jake waves them in. Paige moved her hands from Azzi’s stomach to her lower back to lead her in. The girls say their hellos and shuffle into the center of the elevator. Everyone keeps chatting, but one of the guys, Matt, lingers a little too long on Azzi. Paige should have told her to wear sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. 

Jake broke the tension, “Oh, by the way, we are thinking of throwing a party in our room tonight. You guys down?”

Of course, Matt feels the need to chime in with his gross smirk. “Yeah, Azzi, it would be awesome to see you there.” 

Paige can’t stand guys like him, especially when it comes to Azzi. She took advantage of their fake dating situation, wrapped her arm possessively around Azzi’s waist, and ignored Matt. “We’ll both be there. Thanks for the invite, Jake.”

The doors open, and they all make their way out. “We’ll see you guys tonight!” Of course, Azzi is always nice. In the lobby, the Fudds are waiting for them. 

“Took you long enough, Bueckers.” 

“Woah, woah, pause. I was ready. Azzi was the one making us late!”

“Not even true, Paige.”

“You expect me not to believe my own daughter?” Tim crosses his arms, towering over Paige.

“No, sir. Sorry we’re late,” Paige mumbled and walked towards the door. Azzi giggles and leans in to hug her Dad. 

Jon laughs and mumbles, “Simp.”

A van is waiting for them out front, and Paige stands next to the door, waiting for Azzi. She offers her hand for Azzi to take as she steps in, “For you, Princess.”

“Thanks, baby.” 

“C’mon Paige, hurry up, we’re hungry,” Jose grumbles. 

“Damn, y’all are some hangry Fudd’s.”

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After a car ride filled with laughter, they safely arrive at the restaurant, slide into their booth, and order drinks. Katie was the first to break the silence. “Well, this is our first dinner with Paige as the girlfriend, not the best friend. So everyone has permission to interrogate her.”

“Woah, wait, was this a trap?!” Azzi giggles and puts her hand on Paige’s thigh as she tries to apologize through her laughs. 

“Paige, what are your intentions with my sister?” Jon narrows his eyes at Paige. 

“Seriously, dude?”

“Actually, I do have a question, if you girls don’t mind.”

“Sure, Mom, what’s up?”

“Well, I’m curious, Paige. When was the moment you knew you loved Azzi as more than just a friend?”

“Oh man, y’all gettin’ right down to it.” 

“Yeah, Paigey, tell us alllllll about when you fell in love with me.” Paige gulps, trying to calm her heart down. 

“I think the moment it really clicked for me was when you came to visit for my birthday freshman year. Like I had plenty of moments before that I knew I saw you as more than a friend, but when you were there, it felt like everything just fell into place, I guess. And we were all making cookies in my apartment, and you just fit in so easily, watching you laugh and smile with all our friends. That moment, I knew I was in love with you and couldn’t see a part of my life you don’t fit in.” 

Azzi looked at Paige in awe, squeezing her thigh a little tighter as she spoke. “I didn’t know that.” 

“Learn something new every day, I guess.” Paige slipped her hand into Azzi’s. “That was really when it all changed for you? That long ago?”

“Yeah, Az, probably even sooner.” Paige didn’t have it in herself to look Azzi in her beautiful brown eyes and lie. Even if this is all a facade at the end of the day, at least she can honestly say she told Azzi Fudd when she fell in love with her.

After that confession, Azzi was even touchier than usual. She needed some point of physical contact with Paige at all times. When she really got touchy was whenever the waitress came around.

“Is there anything else I can get for the table?” She addresses everyone, but her eyes seem to think only Paige exists. She’s been complimenting Paige or looking her up and down all night. Of course, Paige was oblivious to it, but even Tim caught on to his daughter's annoyance and became the distinct voice for the table. “We’re all set for now, thank you.” 

Just a few minutes later, the waitress returned with another Dirty Shirley, placing it in front of Paige. “This is for you, hun.” 

“Oh, I didn’t order another one.”

“I know, that one’s on me.” The waitress says in a flirty tone and winks at Paige. Azzi’s grip on Paige tightens and Paige hears Jon and Jose say “Oh shit.” She looks between the brothers, Azzi, and the waitress, confused and overwhelmed. 

Azzi leans into Paige, reaching over her to take the drink. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll have it.” Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi and chuckled at her not-so-subtle hint at the waitress. Azzi looks the waitress dead in the eye as she takes a sip from the straw. The waitress looked uncomfortable and unsure where to go, so she quickly left to address another table. 

“Oooooh, Azzi is jealoooooooous!” 

“Shut up, she was just annoying. Like take a hint.” Azzi rolled her eyes at her brothers, and the conversation naturally flowed to something else. 

“Did you want a taste, Paigey?” Azzi pushes the drink towards her, and when Paige moves to take a sip, Azzi pulls it back and moves her mouth to Paige’s ear. “I never said how you’d get to taste it.”

Paige has never been turned on so fast in her life. Her mouth drops open, and red creeps up her neck while she grips Azzi’s hip. 

Tim must have noticed. “Cat got your tongue over there, Bueckers?” Paige has never been turned off so fast in her life. 

Azzi bursts out laughing at Paige’s frozen and shocked face before she places her head in her hands. Azzi moves her blonde strands out of the way as Paige mumbles, “I shoulda stayed home, man.” 

Azzi leans in with her hand on Paige’s back and whispers, “Well, I’m really happy you’re here, P.”

Paige can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Jacob Black (1/10)

AN: Come for the Jacob, stay for the Edward who is equally as important to the plot.

WC: 4.1k

“I’m Edward,” the man beside her greeted with a polite smile.

R couldn't help but nurture her school-girl style crush. She’d always seen him from a distance and quietly admired, not his good-looking appearance exclusively, but the way he did not let the objectification and judgement of others bother him.  She sat next to him in the lab. Her fourth semester in and they had never interacted, much less spoken to one another; but that wasn’t surprising, as R was an environmental science and art double major while he was a music and chemistry major and somehow less present at school than anyone else on campus.

She broke out of her stupor as she felt his impatience for a reply start to grow.

“Ah - sorry. I was spaced out. I’m R,” she answered, curtly nodding and smiling. “I don’t mean to be weird - I’m sorry. It’s just that I never imagined we’d share a class.”

"Do you imagine me often?” 

He seemed to almost be teasing, almost flirtatious and amused. R’s cheeks lit on fire and she abashed her gaze. She was glad the professor for marine biology drew everyone’s attention by flicking off the light and beginning a power point. R did not make eye contact with him for the rest of class, but she could feel his occasionally flickering gaze.

At lunch, she met up with her friend group and pretended the encounter had not happened for a moment, even though she knew that Jessica - the Cullens’ number one fangirl - would be seething with curiosity. R always felt somewhat left out of her Forks College friend group, or just the college in general. Although she publicly put on an over-the-top hippy persona and style, she was not a naturally outgoing and ‘chill’ - person; that was mostly fabricated and only genuine with Angela, who shared her interests and wasn’t as satisfied by socialization fueled by gossip.

“Another year has started of wishing Edward would notice me,” Jess sighed. “At this rate, though, I’d take anything I could get.”

R hummed. “Well, maybe you could try talking to him.”

“Are you crazy? He’d probably just ignore me.”

“I’m sure he’s nicer than he puts off. It probably doesn’t help that everyone just sees him as a piece of meat,” R insisted.

Jessica raised a brow at the implication while Angela giggled, nudging R’s elbow as a warning.

R remembered how kind Jessica was in high school, but once college hit and she was rejected form everywhere but her own town despite being a valedictorian and having an incredible resume, she became more and more boy-crazy, shallow, and jaded. It was a shame. Nobody dared bring it up though, as she was the tether to the social group.

 The woman tuned out the rest of her friend group. She was happier at college and in her new home just outside of town, but it was the between hours that she dreaded, wether it be desperately hoping for tips while waitressing or - a recently established task - taking her recently moved little sister to and from her nine to five office job that she was temporarily stationed at while deciding what to do with her life.

Mom and stepdad hit the road and sent Bella up here, and just like she always had, taken her place. Her room, her father’s attention, and her additional financial help as a struggling college student when she was already that before. She was sure the list would only grow.

R tried not think about it. She became aware of the usual hush the entered the dining hall when the Cullens walked in. But instead of ignoring it like usual, she glanced up and made eye contact with Edward.

He smiled and waved at her. She smiled and waved back.

That small notion did not go unnoticed. Jessica and Mike stared the hardest at her as she twisted back around and tried to dive back into her meal unnoticed. She quirked a brow as they stared.

“What?”

“You know what,” Jess huffed.

“We sit next to each other in marine biology,” R defended. “It’s only natural to talk to who sits next to you.”

Jessica perked up and mumbled about adding a class to her workload. R was able to sneak away to sit outside for a moment and birdwatch with Angela. Her first day back for her junior yer had been more exciting than she thought, and it wasn’t from freshmen boys making a statement by being outright with the timid girls.

R felt as though her day had blurred past, as it wasn’t until she pulled up to Bella’s place of work at the post office and did not see her come out that she felt in her own skin again, but from irritation.

She reached for her phone before remembering yesterday when R and Bella went to the local diner to rekindle their familial bonds. R had asked for her cell number and Bella told her she would give it to her tomorrow on the drive there. But she had forgotten, and now R had call Charlie.

“Hey, dad,” R said,” do you know where Bella is? I’m here at the post office but she’s not here.”

“Oh - I picked her up,” Charlie muttered. “Bella didn’t text you? We’re eating eating dinner if you’d like to join.”

“I have work, dad. You know I always work evenings after school to keep my weekend free.”

“Ah - well, uh - just make sure to ask for her cell next time you see her. Be sure to pick her up tomorrow.”

R hung up. She felt dramatic as she sat alone in that car parking lot, wanting to bash her skull on the steering wheel. Angry tears threatened to escape. That dynamic - no matter how much objectively more impressive R was, Bella was always the favorite child. She remembered the divorce battle - a fight for custody over Bella while her mother just let Charlie have her without a fight. And now, even in adulthood, Bella was an unmotivated and socially outcasted person who had no idea what she wanted for her future. No friends, no boyfriend, no outstanding talents or skills. R had always been the smart and sociable and talented child. Most notably, she painted with oils and watercolor, taking inspiration from her home away from home, the tribe. She also knew a couple of instruments like the guitar and flute and had been athletic on top of that, doing cross-country in high school. She worked hard for the life she thought every parent would praise or at least acknowledge - the social and professional desirability.

There was just something about Bella that made her parents love her more. And Bella moving here, Charlie kicking her out of the house essentially to make room for the dead-end child to be pampered, felt like reseting all of her mental health progress she made in managing the inferiority complex.

Bella wasn’t even a problem child; the only problem was that she didn’t do anything. If she had been, R would have understood it more, but she was always left with confusion.

R shook herself out pf her head and rang up Jacob instead.

The phone rang suspiciously long before Jacob picked up. She heard clanging in the background. “Hey,” he exclaimed eagerly. “Where are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not here for dinner at your dad’s place. What, he didn’t tell you?”

“…I guessed I missed the memo. I wasn’t told anything.”

“Huh,”Jacob huffed. “Well, Billy is here too. I guess you still have work, though.”

Ever since she was a child, Jacob had always been there for her, attached at the hip. She felt seen and acknowledged. Jacob was so warm and kind, but he especially was to her. Although Angela was a close first, he was the first and the best friend that she’d ever had. He listened to her every thought, eagerly remarked about every painting, and was always a shoulder to cry on when she was stressed. She had bore her soul to him and he had done the same.

R sighed. “It’s alright. Want to come over after work?”

“Yeah! I hope I can rope dad into lending me the car afterwards,” he chuckled. “You know how tight he is about curfew these days. I bet he knows about, y’know.”

“I’d be more worried about them carrying on so long you’re stuck there all night!”

“I doubt it. Your sister already seems fed up with all the questions Billy is giving, and I’m pretty sure Charlie’s trying to pawn me off as a source of friendship.”

R felt a pang of jealousy but pushed it down. Jacob knew how she felt about her family. Although he is kind, he is loyal above all else, and he wouldn’t dare make genuine friends with the girl, even if Bella probably needed the motivation to some degree (if Bella even cared to make friends with him in the first place).

“Well, have at it. I have to get to work.”

“Okay. Love you, R.”

“Love you too, Jake.”

It almost felt like something staged, she pondered as she rolled up to work. As though Charlie had chosen to eat at home this one night to avoid including R in a family dinner, even if she had to be the server. She resented her parents and rekindling why didn’t help. 

The evening came to an end as R closed up and counted her tips. She had been given more than usual, as word got around in a small town about Bella making room in Charlie’s place and her moving out.

She headed home. Jacob was not there yet. But she had done work ahead of time in cloning a house key for him. Her home was small, quaint, and somewhat rundown, even if she decorated it the best she could. It was one story, one bedroom, and one bathroom. The kitchen and the living room were hardly separated and there were only a few closets. Granted, R didn’t have many things other than what she got for herself, which was mainly art supplies, so the place was not cluttered.

She turned on the TV to the nature channel and pulled out her medically assigned weed (for acute anxiety, depression and insomnia) and started puffing. She received a call in the midst of her calming high, slow to pick up, having to focus intently on it.

“Hey,” she muttered. She knew who called. “You able to hang tonight?”

“Sorry, no,” Jacob sighed irritably. “Dad said it would be rude to come hang out with you and not have Bella join since she doesn’t have friends here.”

“Damn. Want me to pick you up?”

“No, don’t waste the gas,” he insisted. “You saw the wreck of a motorcycle I picked up. Soon enough, I’ll have it refurbished enough that I can come to you.”

“Dream on, Jake. You’re talented with that stuff, but every part of it was rusted.”

“I’ll show you,” he snickered fondly. “Have a good night, though. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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The smell of dew crept in through the cracked car window. R didn’t always have a car - it was a recent gift from Charlie under the agreement that she’d be Bella’s chauffeur. R could not recall a single gift that did not mimic such an agreement - paying for college? It was reluctantly done from Bella’s college savings account they made for her before she seemed to reject college. Living with Charlie throughout it? She wouldn’t have kept her bedroom. It would have been shared with Bella if she hadn’t left. Any birthday gifts? They were hardly knowledgable about what she would want unless if she told them the day before.

Hell, even high school graduation had been about Bella.

Her sister hopped into the car without her noticing. R sent her a tense smile, trying not to show her frustration. R would have appreciated Bella as family if Bella hadn’t ignored her for most of her life. She was consistently reclusive to everyone, though, so she didn’t take their dwindling connection after the divorce to heart.

“How was your first day of work?” 

“It was good. You?”

“College is nice,” R answered. “You know, not that it’s fine to go through life without it, if you ever want a degree Forks is nice. Plus, uh, me and my friends would be there to support you.”

A polite smile met Bella’s lips as she nodded. “Thanks.”

The conversation lulled to an end before it had even began. R’s eyes were glued to the road as an aversion for the atmosphere. It wasn’t tense or uncomfortable, but it was awkward.

“You look nice,” Bella suddenly spoke up as they pulled into the post office parking lot. “I like the skirt.”

R sent her a smile. “Thanks, Bella. You do, too. Have fun. I’ll see you later.”

Bella left and R was off to school. Being with Bella was strange. It felt worse than driving with a total stranger - any hopes of a relationship blossomed with a new contact, while with Bella, who she’d known her whole life, had regressed the formula.

Her thoughts shifted from the environment she was entering. She thought about Edward, more specifically. Perhaps it was a hope of romance for herself, but Edward reminded her of Jacob if he was introverted and far more intimidating. 

Once upon a time in her teenage years she had harbored a crush on Jacob but never spoke of it, even long after the fleeting feelings faded. Perhaps the same had happened to him at some point, like two ships passing in the night. It was probably common between friends for that long. 

But Edward was new and enticing, and that wasn’t just from his lack of attainability. In a way, he felt relatable. Always observed but without anyone taking the time to understand him. That felt edgy to think, though.

R parked the car near the building. She was quick to gather her art supplies, looking forward to the day ahead of her. While the odd days held the more difficult stem and environmental classes, the even ones were the days she looked forward to - longer class periods, yes, but a blissful environment of painting brushes and skimming paper. Her favorite art professor - of which taught both the pottery and the realism class - believing in doing more than talking.

 As she entered the classroom, her heart skipped a beat. At the back of the classroom, already whirring on a wheel with a lump of clay in his hands, manually pushing the pump with his foot and molding it. She noticed the professor already noticed and watched from a distance. More students filed the classroom with R and she decided to sit down next to Edward again.

“Hello, I’m R,” she teased quietly.

Edward smiled and glanced upward. “Hello. I’m Edward.”

“What are you making?”

"I don’t particularly know yet,” he admitted. “I was fiddling around until class started, I suppose.”

“You seem talented. Have you done pottery before?”

“Here or there, although I’m not particularly skilled.”

“Me neither. My talents for art lay elsewhere. In all honesty, I’ve been putting this class off. I’m not very good with using my hands.”

“What are your talents?” he inquired, slowly letting the wheel stop and sitting up, turning his entire body posture toward her. He seemed  so attentive. For a moment, R felt understood, and her smile became far more genuine.

“I like to paint nature with oils, pastels, watercolor. I like anything that feels earthier by nature. Maybe it’s weird, but I despite pencils or pens. Hell, even for taking notes I use a fountain pen.”

“I noticed. You’re also in environmental science.”

“Yes. I don’t know if you always grew up here, but I did. The nature is beautiful. I’m also close friends with the local native tribe and I take inspiration from their environment. The art work and culture and lifestyle is far more beautiful than anything I could come up with myself.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. I hope to see some of your work sometime.”

The conversation ended there rather abruptly. R noticed a change in demeanor. Jacob almost seemed apprehensive all of a sudden. Not unfriendly toward her, no, but reluctant to converse. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Perhaps she had talked too much.

Class began. R felt enriched and focused on the professor as she showed them the wheel and how to manipulate the clay. The project for class was to simply mess around and attempt a bowl - the professor felt that art was intuitive, and while R typically agreed, this was no longer her wheel house, pun intended.

She huffed in frustration at her lump of clay, only somewhat stemming from its center to resemble a bowl. Other students, at least those who did not take the class for fun, were thriving and far ahead. And beside her, Edward was skillfully making many recognizable shapes of bowls, simply being pick yon which he preferred.

“I think it would look better as a deeper soup bowl,” R blurted nervously. “I mean - assuming ramen is as much of a staple of your diet as it is for mine.”

He chuckled, easily morphing the shape and stropping the wheel. “You’re right. I’m not sure what I was thinking.”

R felt a blush crawl up her cheeks and she turned her attention away. As she focused her energy on the wheel with frustration, Edward’s hands drifted into view.

“May I?”

“Of course,” she invited, about to pull her hands away. 

However, Edward placed his hands on top of hers firmly. He was so incredibly cold. It was the opposite of Jacob, who was always a burning furnace. It was oddly refreshing, especially in the humid late august weather.

“First,” he guided softly, maneuvering R’s fingers to glide inward to make a circle in the center,” you have to draw your fingers deeper and outward to create a starting shape, like this.”

R gulped, feeling heat rise despite his frown fingertips. They mashed together carefully, and she swore she almost felt a tremble. She gulped and watched as his fingers graciously formed a  thickly round bowl.

“From here, you almost pinch it to pull it upwards and give it a firmer shape.”

Moments later, he had made a similar bowl to his, although not without some imperfections due to R’s almost poisonous touch. R watched in awe and felt the occasional glance from curious classmates, but she was so absorbed with his graceful movements, each filled with careful intention. She smiled widely as Edward pulled his hands away.

“Now you have a bowl.”

“Thank you,” she exclaimed in awe. “I don’t think I believe ‘here or there’ anymore. I think I With the learned technique she swirled so then it was a squiggly line around the top, or like curvy coral. She was pleased with the shape, even haunting the wheel to carefully press two holes meant for chopsticks.

She grinned and motioned proudly with her hands. “I dare say I did a good job,” she joked.

Edward did not take it as one, smiling warmly. “Yes, you did.”

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R felt as though she was glowing the rest of the day. It did not feel as much of a school girl crush anymore - she was right in liking Edward. He was kind and charming. Even with his frigid body temperature, he now exuded a friendly warmth to him. Even as friends, R would be satisfied. A friend like him would be lucky.

She left school that evening after a quick club activity at clay club (although she now unlocked a skill with the wheel, she was always keen to make small trinkets an poorly made sculptures). R felt like her normal self, focused on her personal life rather than the quiet drama of her family life. 

The post office doors opened as she pulled up to the entrance. Bella seemed as withdrawn as usual as she hopped in, almost defeated and tired. However, from her wonderful day, she hardly felt the atmosphere weigh her down.

“How was it today?” R chirped.

Bella seemed caught off guard but tried her best to match the energy. “It was good. I like doing repetitive tasks like mail sorting. There’s never nothing to do, at least.”

“Are you looking into getting a permit? I can teach you the ropes sometime. I hear that the delivery drivers make a little more and you could listen to music that way.”

She smiled at the invitation. “You could? You seem so busy, though.”

“Of course. Consider it helping me since I could be in the passenger seat once you have a permit.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do that.”

“There’s not much to study. I actually used a website that just ran through all the questions. You can use that.”

“Okay.” Bella fell silent and R almost felt a sense of defeat. She had just barely touched the surface of her little sister. However, Bella did her best in continuing the conversation. “What classes do you have?”

“I’m taking a lot of fun ones this semester. Marine biology, pottery, realism, grass - yes, a class on grass -, and one about general environmental sustainability. That one’s a little boring since it’s all about windmills and solar panels and stuff.”

“Which is your favorite?”

R thought fondly of Edward, blushing. “I think pottery.”

“I thought you did painting and stuff, though.”

“Yes, but I’m happy about branching out. It’s fun and relaxing and there’s cute boy I like.”

Bella grinned. “What is he like?”

“His name is Edward,” R answered. “We have marine biology too, but can’t talk as much there. We sit next to each other for both, though. He’s introverted but very charming and kind. He’s kind of the school’s unattainable heartthrob, you could say. I’m not the only one that thinks he’s cute, but at least I’m one of the few he’s talking to at the moment.”

“That’s nice.”

“Do you have any interest in dating?”

“Not in boys at least,” she replied timidly. 

“So girls?”

Bella nodded sheepishly and turned to look out the window. “Please don’t mention that, though. I don’t think mom would be happy. She’s worried she won’t have any grandchildren.”

“I won’t.”

R felt a warmth spread through her. “I still haven’t gotten your number. You can put it in my phone now.”

Bella did so and conversation ended, but on a far lighter and warmer note. R swore this was the first real conversation they had had in over a decade. Although it barely scratched the surface of a closeness siblings ought to have, it felt like a start to something. R tried not to get her hopes up, though. Bella was known for being withdrawn and rather moody and this could be her in an extroverted mood. 

R rolled up to the house. “I’ll see you tomorrow. But hey, are you interested in going up to Port Angeles this weekend? My treat. We could go shopping or see a movie. There’s a lot of personable small businesses for clothes and books and the like.”

“Maybe.” She paused. “I think I would like that. Would dad be joining?”

“You can invite him if you’d like, but I was thinking us girls. You know he’s always on the clock.”

“Yeah, okay.”

They bid each other farewell. R reflected on the nature of their relationship in the past; she had always been the one to reach out until Bella’s responses via email or phone calls would just fade away. Putting so much effort into something one-sided always felt exhausting so she had given up. This felt like a new leaf, but she wasn’t sure it would last.

She thought about high school graduation. Her mother and stepdad didn’t make the trip because Bella had a fever, which had felt like a cop-out. They didn’t visit afterwards or send gifts. Her mom only called briefly to congratulate her. And once the tables were turned and Bella graduated, Charlie and her flew out. There was a party thrown and gifts given. R was angry then, spiteful, but did remember that Bella had a phase of making an effort afterwards.

Although unspoken, it seemed even Bella was aware of the favoritism at the time.

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Spoiler alert

Jess Mariano x fem!reader!

Summary: Jess decided it was a good idea to tease you near the brigde... spoiler alert; it wasn't.

Warnings: a couple of curses. Pure fluff.

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“You are insufferable!”

Jess rolled his eyes almost in amusement, listening to the irritated voice of the girl in front of him. Oh, how he loved making her angry. Not because it brought him pleasure to see her nerves go through the roof every time they talked, although he kinda liked it. In reality, what he really liked was the way her cheeks would turn as red as possible, giving her an innocent look that was impossible to forget. Or how she would cross her arms against her chest, trying to be intimidating when she clearly wasn’t. Even the way she looked at him defiantly, as if she was waiting for him to say something else so she could give him a super snappy comeback that he knew actually made sense.

In short, Jess Mariano just liked making her angry because it made her look cute. And of course, because it meant she would be paying all her attention to him. Her eyes fixed on his face, burning with fury and something else while she scolded him for punching another guy in their class. A guy he didn’t even remember the name of but who pissed him off so much that he didn’t think twice before jumping at him and breaking his nose with a punch. The guy totally deserved it, and that wasn’t going to change. But now, he was using it as an excuse for her to look at him, not his victim.

“You know I’m right,” he crossed his arms. “That idiot deserved it.”

“Maybe,” she didn’t want to give in completely. “But that doesn’t mean you deserve to get in trouble for it.”

“I’d get into a thousand problems if it meant no idiot is going to come and say something bad about you right in front of my face.”

His words made her go silent, looking at him as if she couldn’t believe he’d said something like that. As if she couldn’t believe that someone like Jess Mariano, the bad boy of the city, the one who caused chaos with every step he took, would say something like that about her. It was sweet, and tender, and something she didn’t know how to react to.

“So, the princess likes being told sweet things?” And he ruined it when he oppened his mouth again “I’ll keep that in mind for whenever I want to…”

Jess’s words were cut off—literally—by water flooding his open mouth. Just when a hand gently slammed against his chest, pushing him with a little more force backward, reminding him that they were on the bridge. That they had just left the school they attended, fighting as they walked toward their homes before stopping in a not-so-convenient place. At least, not for him, because she didn’t hesitate to use it to her advantage, pushing him straight into the water by the side of the bridge they always frequented, silencing his teasing once and for all.

“‘Keep it in mind for what?’” She laughed from above as she looked down at him. “I think you didn’t finish your sentence.”

“Very funny.”

Jess pretended to be angry, but she didn’t buy it considering she could see his smirk, even as his face surfaced from the water. His hair was flattened, droplets were falling from his face, and his clothes clung to his chest making it stand out. But for the first time, it seemed like he didn’t mind being like that if it meant hearing the girl he liked laugh the way she was laughing.

He must’ve done something right.

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Can I request a Jesse x fem! reader 🤭 where she is the most sought out girl in Jackson. Takes place during the party on season 2 epi 1. Where Ellie and Jesse are taking about Dina and him getting back together but Jesse already has eyes on the reader. (Idk if that makes sense)

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐎𝐦𝐠 𝐡𝐢 !! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 !! 💕

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You can hear the band faintly playing as you approached the new year's party that was carefully planned by maria, she was so giddy about it all week. The path to the door is muddy, boot-scuffed and lined with beautifully arranged flowers in lots of different colors. You smiled to yourself, not because things are perfect but because someone still cared enough to make it feel that way for a night. You could practically feel maria's efforts all around you.

You reached down, lifting the delicate fabric of your dress. Although the dress already sits just above your knee, you couldn't take any risks.

When you had found it in the clothes bins they keep near the front gate, you almost squealed in excitement. It was a gorgeous bottle green dress with long sleeves and lace along the hem. You carefully examined it, running your fingers over every seam and stitch. You could definitely tell that whoever had made the dress put alot of love into it. You knew you had to take good care of it.

The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you stepped inside, and for a moment, the warmth of the room seemed to pause for you, replaced by a stillness that clung to you. Feeling your cheeks heat up. You didn't miss how conversations slowed and curious stares lingered. A shiver slipped down your spine before you could stop it.

You tried to ignore the eyes that watched you like you're something special—something rare. You tried to flash a couple polite smiles as you hunted down the drinks.

You looked around feeling a little lost then your eye caught something, you squinted to get a better look. It was jesse and ellie they looked like they were talking about something.. Then ellie subtly gestured towards the crowd, were they talking about someone?.. Your eyes followed the direction of her finger almost instantaneously.. It was dina, they were talking about dina.

You let out a huff of frustration as your eyes darted around the room. Everyone was staring at you, their eyes filled with wonder at your every little step. It was everyone but the one whose gaze you were aching to meet.

Shaking it off, you made your way to them just as dina whisked ellie away dragging her to the dance floor, and then it happened. His sweet gaze the only one that didn't seem to be dissecting you, it was warm and familiar, You felt lightheaded.

"Woah, you clean up nice." he said gesturing towards your dress, you could tell he immediately regretted how that sounded as soon as it left his mouth, because his face made an expression you hadn't seen before and his lips parted like he wanted to take it back somehow.

You chuckled, shaking your head at his remark and you were about speak, already coming up with a silly response but to your surprise he spoke up again to try and save himself.

"That came out dumb, I just mean- like when you walked over here, I didn't even recognize you.. God, you? the girl who was taking down infected like it was nothing this morning?"

You chuckled, as you remembered patrol that morning, trying to recall if you were really as badass as he was making you sound right now. Jesse was your absolute favorite patrol partner. He never hovered and he wasn't so serious and mopey all the time. Being around jesse was easy in general now that you're really thinking of it.

"You're so beautiful y/n.. That's what I mean."

Your eyes found his again as he pulled you back into the present moment. Blinking at him a couple times, you straightened up, unable to ignore the warmth that coursed through your body. The way the words felt so genuine as they left his lips. It made your heart skip a beat.

You didn't have enough time to snap yourself out of your almost hypnotic state before he chuckled, flashing his gorgeous smile at you.

"You want a drink?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip at his tone, you could listen to him talk all day.

When he got back he placed the glass in your hand. You gave him an appreciative smile before swirling the drink around in your cup and taking a sip.

As the silence loomed over you two, you realized that he had just given you the sweetest compliment you ever received and you gave him nothing in return. Not even a thank you. Shit..

"You look good too jesse.." The words left your mouth hesitantly. God.. What did you just say?

The chuckle that came out of him almost made your knees buckle. Before you could recover he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing your ear.

"Let's get some air." He pulled away gauging your expression for a response but you eagerly nodded your head, your hand finding his before you give it an affirmative squeeze.

He squeezed your hand back, Looking down and smiling at how your hand fit perfectly in his.

Jesse has always been around, since you two basically grew up in jackson together. There was always something between the two of you but there was never an open window where you guys were able to express your feelings. He was on and off with dina and you were always talking to someone but it was never serious. You were terrified of your feelings for jesse and your way of dealing with that fear was ignoring it completely, opting for the more meaningless connections.

"Hey, you okay?" Jesse's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm all good" You replied back almost a little too fast. Nice, real subtle. "So, how are things with you and dina?"

While you two were on patrol together this morning, he mentioned that they were arguing and it didn't look great for their relationship, But you knew how this went.. They'd breakup in hot anger, an irrational decision. Just long enough for all the yearning and the tension to build up and then, they're all over each other again.

To your surprise the next thing you heard was a laugh. "We're done. Seriously, for good."

You were starting to get major deja vu. "Yeah, I've heard that before."

You didn't fail to notice the way he shook his head adamantly, a crooked smile on his face as he inched closer to you.

"You have no idea, huh?" Your eyebrows furrowed. Your brain was still trying to process his words when suddenly, you felt his warm hand barley brush against your cheek, swiping a strand of hair away from your face. His movements were cautious but not tense.

"Tonight has been all about pretending, y'know? That's why I hate these things, like no matter how much effort they put into this.. It always feels like they're trying to imitate how life was like before the infected and all that,.. and it just always feels so awkward and unnatural. It never feels real,"

You were so focused as he spoke that you didn't even realize his hands had found their way to your hips.

"But then, when I saw you it's like everything clicked. I started to really get why people go to these things to dance around, all cheesy with the people they love."

Your heart was slamming against your ribs, as he moved closer. You knew it was stupid but you silently prayed that he wouldn't tell how fast your heart was beating. Your hands reached up to rest against sides as the proximity left you no other choice. When he paused your hands wrapped around the fabric of his shirt to tell him that you were listening.

"Seeing you, made it all feel real.. You make it feel real."

You felt his warm breath against your face as he leaned down to whisper the words, only for you to hear.

"Jesse.." You said. His name leaving your mouth in a breath you didn't realize you were holding in.

He nodded. His eyes searching yours as he leaned even closer now, his lips brushing against yours.

You leaned in, looking up at him before letting your eyes shut and pressing your lips feverishly against his, like you've been waiting forever.

His passion matched yours. His hand ran up your back until he reached the back of your head, his hand getting tangled in your pretty locks.

You couldn't help but smile against his lips as he did so, which made him smile too. He pulled away only slightly to get a good look at you.

"What?" He asked, chuckling almost breathlessly, as his eyes search your face with the most love and affection you've ever seen in a pair of eyes.

"I'm just really happy." Your arms snaked around his neck as the words left your lips, followed by a lovesick laugh.

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to, his smile said it all. You were always so terrified of how you felt for jesse, but now, being with him like this, with his hands around your waist and yours around his neck and the ridiculously giddy smiles that you two had plastered onto your faces.

It didn't feel so scary anymore. It felt like everything you've ever wanted–everything you couldn't find in anyone else.

Finally.

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sneak out | jess mariano

PAIRING — jess mariano x fem!gilmore!reader SUMMARY — minutes into your mother’s dinner party, jess suggests you sneak out through your bedroom window - and you can’t help but agree WARNINGS — fluff, jess and reader being ‘troubled’ teens, a bit of angst, reader venting WORD COUNT — 2,322 NOTES — the idea of lorelai having a teen that was just like her is so appealing to me idk why - also would you believe me if i told you i listened to yung gravy while writing the majority of this fic

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You weren’t sure which was worse - the dinner your mother was hosting, or the idea that you now had to put up with a whole night of Luke’s strange nephew, whom you’d never met before.

Of course, you loved your family to pieces, and you loved Sookie and Jackson; hell, sometimes you looked at Luke as more of a father than you did your actual dad, but having everyone together for what you knew would be at least a three course meal, under one roof, with Luke’s mysterious nephew from New York, just felt draining.

So, to preserve what little social battery you had left for the day, you decided to spend the time between school and dinner in your room upstairs with a good book and a cd playing from the player that sat on your dresser at a low volume. You had to change the cd twice, first from one of your mothers Bangles cds to a Smiths one, but just as you were enjoying the beginning of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album (and nearly finishing up your book), did you hear the clanging of pots and pans from downstairs, as well as Sookie and Jackson’s lighthearted bickering.

You managed to bury yourself back into your book, one leg crossed loosely over the other outstretched one as you half-sat, half-laid on your bed, being mindful of your shoes so as to not get any dirt on your covers.

From downstairs, Jess was wandering around the Gilmore home as everyone else did whatever they were doing in the kitchen, internally monologuing and half-mocking their decor. He’d met Rory already, and she seemed like a nice enough girl. Enjoyed books. But he had yet to meet the third and final Gilmore girl, who so far had only been mentioned. However, as Jess scanned the various photographs on the mantle, he could hear the faint guitar of Suffragette City emanating from somewhere upstairs.

After peeking down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, Jess smirked and snuck up the stairs, into what was surely off-limits territory for someone like him. Still, he took the stairs two at a time and stealthily, managing to avoid all the places that would creak in a house like this one, despite never stepping foot inside beforehand. He followed the music down the hall, past some more paintings and pictures, to another bedroom. The door was open, and he was able to take a look inside. Posters covered most of the wall, leaving little space to show off the paint beneath them. Bookshelves occupied the wall right beside the door, and similarly to Rory’s room, they looked stuffed to the brim with books.

On the bed, facing him, was the person he assumed to be the final Gilmore girl - Rory’s twin sister. He watched intently, scanning every feature of your focused face as you scanned the final pages of the book you were reading. How your brow furrowed, eyes locked on the ink before you. The way the foot that hung off the edge of the bed was moving to the beat of the song.

Once Jess had decided that he’d been watching you long enough to constitute stalking, and how that was probably extremely creepy, he nudged the door open with a creak and stepped inside, clearing his throat and pulling his lips into a slight smirk. “Hey there, Ziggy.”

At first, you thought that your mother was finally calling you down to dinner, until you heard the unusually male - and entirely unfamiliar - voice come from the body in your doorway. Tucking a receipt into your book to mark your place, you glared over at the boy standing in your room with his hands behind his back, smugness rolling off of him in waves as he admired your room.

“You’re Jess, aren’t you.” Your flat tone seemed to amuse him.

“How nice, you already know my name. I’m flattered.”

You watched him as he walked around your room, over to the window where your desk was, trying to figure him out as he peeled back your curtains. “It’s impossible to not know someone’s name in this town, even someone who’s only been here for 28 hours.”

He chuckled. “Nice one, Ziggy. Now tell me, why aren’t you downstairs with the rest of the freakshow? I mean, they are your family, after all, aren’t they?”

You pretended to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “Sorry to break it to you, Mariano, but I’ve been banned from the freakshow. Apparently having apathy toward any sort of Gilmore humour is forbidden, and they’ve locked me away forever.”

“Aw, so sorry to hear that.” Jess mocked, placing a hand over his heart with an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe they shunned such a ray of sunshine.” He smirked at your rolled eyes. “No, really, you must be a real treat at parties.”

“Quit it, Mariano. Is there a reason you came up here or did you just want to cause enough trouble to get kicked out of our beloved Stars Hollow? Because if so, you came to the right girl.”

Jess’ brow quirked. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you heaved a dramatic sigh, slipping off your bed to walk over to Jess. “But it’s like… 9pm on a Wednesday. In Stars Hollow. Even if I wanted to cause trouble, and I don’t, because I did enough of that at school today, there’s nothing to do. Everyone’s asleep, and I’m pretty sure our 24-hour mini-mart closed like, half an hour ago.”

Now it was Jess’ turn to roll his eyes. “Your sister said that already. Is there seriously nothing to do here?”

“Nope.” You shrugged, just as a thought came to mind. “Well… there is one thing…” Jess’ eyebrows raised at the prospect of having something fun to do, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not anything revolutionary, you know.”

“Still, give me something, anything, to get us out of here, Ziggy. I’m begging you. I’m being suffocated by the stale air of suburban life.”

You nodded, tapping your fingers on your thigh. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you gotta do one thing for me.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything, I swear.”

“Stop calling me Ziggy.” You said. “It’s a stupid nickname, and although I admire the fact that you listen to David Bowie enough to come up with a nickname like that one, I hate it. Call me by my actual name.”

“Well I would, if I knew it.”

“My mother never told you my name?” You asked with a raised brow. “She never shuts up about me and Rory, I’m surprised you never caught it.”

“Apparently, I didn’t. It seems she likes talking about Rory more.” Jess shrugged. “At least, around me she does.” He barely caught the slight sag of your shoulders, the drop in your demeanour, before you picked it back up and smiled.

“Well, Jess. I’m Y/n. Y/n Gilmore.” After a pause, you looked around and snagged a sweater from the chair in the corner of your room. “Now, if you’ll follow me, let’s go have as much fun as we’re able to in Stars Hollow at night.”

Jess waited impatiently behind you as you unlatched the window by your desk and pushed it up, slipping through and holding it open for him. As he clamoured out, you grabbed the rock underneath the window and placed it on the windowsill, lowering the window so you’d still be able to get back in later.

You could still hear the tail end of the album playing as Jess looked around.

“How are we supposed to get down?”

“The trellis, obviously.” You said, carefully making your way across the porch’s roof to the trellis right next to the kitchen window. “Just don’t make much noise, this thing is right next to the kitchen’s window and if we get caught we’re screwed. Follow my lead, and run when you hit the ground, got it?”

“Got it.”

Scaling down the trellis was basically second nature to you, but you made sure to look up every once in a while to make sure Jess was doing okay. He seemed to be, which comforted you somehow. You waited at the bottom for him, making sure to stay out of view of the window to the kitchen and the edge of the porch, which were on either side of the trellis, and could possibly get both you and Jess grounded.

When he landed, he looked at you, and a dish clattered in the kitchen. You both snapped to the window, then back to each other. On instinct, you took his hand and ran toward the woods.

“Where the hell are we going?!” Jess whisper-shouted.

“Relax!” You whisper-shouted back, slowing to a stop as soon as you were hidden in the tree line. “We’re not going into the woods, dumbass. What do you think would’ve happened if we waltzed out in the open in front of the living room window?”

Jess only sighed and nodded, letting go of your hand. He let you lead him through the trees, keeping the light of the house close to you, walking around the garage and past all the cars, waiting until Babette’s house was out of sight until you stepped back onto the road.

The walk was calm and quiet, crickets and the breeze occupying you instead of chatter. After a while, when you were beginning to reach the town centre, Jess spoke up. “So, what now?”

You shrugged. “Not sure. Usually I head to the lake, bring a book, or a cd player and some headphones. I don’t normally bring people with me, you know?”

Jess nodded, lips slightly pursed. The walk continued through the town, passing by shop after shop, all of them closed for the night. You had to admit, you weren’t used to taking walks like these, out in the open. Normally you’d find whichever path kept you out of the possible sight of the townspeople, a habit you developed after Taylor snitched on you to your mother after he caught you walking to the lake by the Inn when you were 12. Still, it was nice, and even if you were caught, you somehow didn’t seem to mind it.

As the buildings were fading again and you knew you were approaching the lake, you checked your watch. 9:27pm. You sighed, and Jess looked at you. Dropping your arm, you shook your head. “Almost 9:30. They definitely have to know something’s up at home. Probably sending out a search party by now.” You told him, before shrugging. “Or, you know, miraculously, they forgot we existed and are eating Sookie’s delicious no-allergen, fourteen course meal as we speak.”

Jess scoffed. “Yeah, right. Luke might not care that much, but Lorelai? She seems like the world’s most protective parent.”

“She is.” You confirmed, sitting on your usual bench, eyes following Jess as he sat next to you. “Trust me, I love her to death, but it gets annoying sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, at least you have a protective mom.” Jess’ hands gripped the edge of the bench, his body hunched forward, making him look small, ready to run at a moment’s notice. “Mine decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Shipped me off to this… circus show without so much as a ‘sayonara, kid.’ You’re lucky.”

You frowned. Everyone knew within the hour of him arriving in Stars Hollow that Jess was a troubled kid, but even troubled kids deserved parents that cared. He was right, though, you were lucky. It just didn’t feel like it.

“I know I’m lucky, Jess, but it’s not all rainbows for me, you know.”

“Oh yeah? How?” He scoffed. “You have the perfect life, Y/n. A mom that cares, a great twin sister - hell, even Luke sings your praises.”

“Luke sings?”

Jess rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s not like that all the time, Jess.” You sighed. “My ‘great’ twin sister is, apparently, so great that she has all eyes on her at all times. My grandparents are always so proud of her for being so smart and planning this amazing, expensive, studious future - they’re planning on funding it, too, from the sounds of things. I just want to live, you know?” You kicked a rock with your shoe, avoiding Jess’ concerned gaze.

“And my mother seems more concerned about her wellbeing than mine, closer to her than to me. But somehow she wonders why I’m the troubled one. I mean, I act out, I barely go to that stupid prep school because it’s so suffocating, and I got an eyebrow piercing without permission instead of taking a calculus test last month, which I’m just getting out of that punishment. Everyone’s so focused on Rory and how seemingly great she is, I don’t even remember the last time I was appreciated for anything. And don’t even get me started on my dad.”

“Sounds like these freaks don’t know a good person when they see one.” Jess told you. “You seem chill. Adventurous, too. But just because you aren’t appreciated doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You too, Jess.” The world quieted around you for a moment, stars shining off the rippling waters of the lake. “But we don’t need to be good enough for them. Just good enough for us.”

He smiled, nodding once at you. Again, you appreciated the silence with him, watching the water or the sky. It wouldn’t be long until Luke and your mother found you both, you with your head on his shoulder and one knee bent to your chest, laughing quietly at a joke he told as you continued to get to know one another. But that was later. For now, you simply sat and watched the water, wishing the moment could last for the rest of your lives.

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okie dokie does a Dean Winchester x reader fic work? Had an idea way back in s1 when jess first dies, (older sister, who kinda takes sam under her wing) reader ended up meeting dean through sam. They had similar personalities but (reader) was more of a hopeless romantic than Dean. Sam on the other hand could totally see them together but Dean always denied it.

“Stop eyeing her like she's a piece of steak, you creep” “The hell? I do not do that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

so they left ca and travelled and maybe in s2-3 (doesnt have to be accurate) they end up back in ca because of a case or cause reader called sam for help. (not expecting dean to show up as well) and after shes not in danger, turns out they get along really well.

"Im not an arm rest, dean." "Mhm, then why are you so short?" "I'M 5'3 THATS NORMAL"

and just fluff..? idk man let me know if its not what you want to write, i can totally change it💜

not a steak (dean winchester x f!reader)

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You don't necessarily remember the exact moment that you met Sam. He's been a constant in your life since you were his TA as an undergraduate, watching this freakishly tall freshman so eager to succeed in your class. He made your heart soft, and he made you feel protective. Even though he was so much bigger than you, a naivety in his persona made you take extra time to ensure he succeeded. He ended up getting an A in the class.

You do remember when you met Dean, however. You had heard stories of Dean from Sam the few times you'd catch lunch outside of school. By this point, you were a grad student, filling the void of the older sibling that Sam unconsciously needed filled. You never pried for too many details, and that's how you got people to shut up really fast. But you did meet Dean right as he left town to look for his Dad. Dean was coarse and dismissive of you as if you were just another roadblock stopping him from taking his brother. When you finally got his attention, it was just to size you up before wordlessly climbing into his car. Sam seemed apologetic, but mostly, you were just worried. You had every right to be. Jessica died a week later.

The thing about you is that you can't let a dead dog lie. Where's the fun in that? You'd much rather figure out ways to raise them.

Sam was brilliant, but he let enough details slip to allow you to research him. And you were a law graduate student; you knew a thing or two about studying. Random newspaper clippings, shoutouts of various names, and blog posts allowed you to figure out the supernatural aspect of his life that he had kept from you. You should've been more surprised, but you were more excited than anything. There was more out there. What a strangely relieving thought.  

This knowledge proved helpful when you realized you had a poltergeist.

The new place you moved into was charming and Victorian, the dream of everyone with a Pinterest board. It was in fairly decent shape, and with your roommates, you guys thought you could polish it up to something livable during your suffering years of graduate school. Unfortunately, the price was too good to be true, which led to the unfortunate circumstance of hauntings culminating in one of your roommates in the hospital, barely alive. You called Sam that night.

"Hey Sam, it's me…" you trailed off at that, feet tucked under you as the machines' beeping cut through the silence. "I need your help."

The next day, he was at your door, enveloping you in a hug. He smelled exactly the same, and you didn't realize how much you missed him. Dean was with him.

"I'm Dean," he nodded, holding out a hand. You raised a brow.

"We've met."

"I would've remembered someone who looks like you," Dean scoffs, an easy smirk on his lips that probably made many women swoon. You just rolled your eyes, going back into your house and hoping Sam followed.

A week later, the boys were still here. This ghost was frustrating, and it was more the principle of it that was pissing you off more than anything. You let the brothers stay at the house since it was safer in numbers and cheaper. Plus, your roommates took a wide berth of the place before returning. A routine developed in the short time they were here. You cooked breakfast, Sam made coffee, and Dean woke up at some point. You and Sam would enjoy the paper before something happened (usually related to the crossword that Dean was totally not interested in), and you ended up bickering with the older Winchester until Sam got fed up with it and shut it down.

"Stop eyeing her like she's a piece of steak," Sam muttered to Dean when you weren't around, having stormed off to some other corner of the house. Dean almost spit out his coffee.

"The hell? I do not do that. I have no clue what you're talking about."

Sam just nodded, hiding a smirk behind his book as Dean grumbled about not checking you out.

For the first time that week, Sam was out that night. He was following "a lead." What that lead was, no one knew, but it meant you were alone. With Dean. In a house. Without supervision.

You grumbled something about making dinner. Dean followed you.

"Are you lost?" you asked, hands on your hips as Dean plopped himself at the counter.

"I'm following the food."

"Of course you are."

"Please, no more rabbit food," Dean groaned. "I can't take it anymore."

"Oh no, definitely not," you smirked, pulling out some steaks from the fridge you had been saving. Dean's eyes immediately lit up. "You're helping me cook these. I'm not letting your dumb ass sit around while I prepare a meal."

"You're bossy," Dean grumbles but doesn't complain further as he removes his flannel and sets it on the chair. You ignore that he looks really good in a t-shirt and return to grabbing ingredients. To his credit, Dean is good at letting you tell him what to do and following through. He is definitely a better chef than Sam, who has burned many things in your kitchen. Dean is an excellent sous chef. You tell him as such.

"The hell? I am not a sous," he says while furiously stirring butter.

"It's a compliment, you knobhead."

"Knobhead? What 1950s show are you living in?"

This conversation went back and forth for a while. But you finished cooking a meal, which is always considered a success in your book. Dean devoured him almost immediately before you could even finish cutting through it. Then, it was just you attempting to finish your meal in peace. This was difficult, as Dean continuously kept eyeing your food, hoping you might give it to him, and then would complain outwardly when you didn't.

"You're not going to finish it," he drank his beer, once again looking at your dinner. You glared.

"I can finish it."

"A girl like you doesn't finish an entire steak."

That comment pissed you off. You finished your steak in two bites, shocking Dean, and then proceeded to grab his glass of beer and down it in one gulp. You slammed the glass down, raising a brow. "You have no clue what type of girl I am."

You grabbed both your plates and made your way to the kitchen, putting them in the sink and starting to clean the dishes. You barely made it through a plate before Dean pushed you out of the way.

"Dean—"

"I'm not questioning your ability, but in my world, the one who doesn't cook cleans. So, sit your ass down," Dean said before you could chew him out. You bit the inside of your cheek and sat down, still glaring at him as he washed each dish meticulously and put them either in the dishwasher or on the drying rack. When he was done, he threw the dishtowel over his shoulder. The domesticity made you soften. "I'm sorry for earlier."

You blinked, not really expecting any sort of apology from Dean Winchester. You did expect that you would not get anything besides those words.

"I don't understand women."

You laughed at that, leaning on your hand with your elbow on the table. "Aren't you a self-proclaimed ladies' man?"

"I know how to sleep with women, but I don't get what goes through your heads," Dean leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "You want one thing and then a different thing, and I can't keep up."

"So, you're admitting you're slow." Dean threw the towel at you. "Women aren't that complicated; men are just bad listeners. You included."

"I can listen."

"Really? What was I frusterated about at dinner?" you challenged, getting off your seat and leaning over the counter. He blinked a few times.

"That I kept asking for your steak?"

"No, that you presumed that as a woman, I couldn't finish a steak."

"Well, that's not what I said," Dean replied, getting defensive. You just rolled your eyes, grabbing the wine bottle on the counter.

"Oh, also, insight into women; they lie about how good men actually are in the bedroom," you winked, leaving the room and taking the wine with you. You could almost hear Dean's jaw drop.

"It ain't a lie, princess," he intercepted you, his stupid legs moving much faster than yours. You frowned but didn't say anything. Dean took a breath, locking eyes with you. "Why do you insist on always pushing my buttons?"

"Because it's fun? Because you're both annoying and easy to annoy?" you shrugged, clutching your wine bottle to your chest. You didn't know why you picked on him, besides the fact he could be an absolute ASS sometimes that needed kicking. No, you suppose it goes back to early schoolyard days where instead of 'flirting,' you'd push the person and maybe claim to the entire class that they had cooties. To this day, you still had no idea what cooties exactly were, just that you never wanted to catch them.

"I think you like me," Dean smirked. He had crowded you against the wall leading to the living room. Your wine was an innocent bystander clutched to your chest. Maybe not as tall as Sam, but you still had to look up to see him. "I'm gonna prove it."

"Excuse me?" you breathed any sort of bite to your words caught in your throat as he reached up to your face and stroked your cheek. His hands found purchase holding your neck, tilting your face even higher and infinitely closer. Dean took the wine bottle out of your hands, your last line of defense, and stepped away for a second to put it back on the counter. His hands found your face again.

"Hey princess," he whispered, voice sultry. "Breathe." You couldn't do such a thing even if you wanted to because his lips were on yours, and he tasted like the draft beer in your fridge and apple pie. He was gentle, too gentle, and you wanted more. Your hands, first unsure of what to do, grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. One of his hands moved to your waist, thumb brushing the exposed skin where your shirt rode up. He was everywhere all at once, masculinity encapsulated, and you were drowning in it. He pulled away, letting you breathe, the command you forgot to follow. "I wanted to do that since I saw you."

"Bullshit."

"Honest to god— well, not god, but honest— but then you had to go and be increasingly difficult," Dean scoffed, still holding on to you.

"You don't even remember the first time we met."

"Of course I do; it was a week after my Dad disappeared," Dean responded. "You were wearing pajamas and had a raincoat wrapped around you as you asked Sam not to go so that you could figure it out together. I was curt, and you looked like you wanted to call me a thousand horrible names, but you let it go as we drove away."

You smiled a little at that. "You do remember."

"What can I say? I like pushing your buttons."

You smacked him on the chest, earning a laugh as you fought off your smile. You did finally get your wine and let Dean choose something to watch. About halfway through your movie (and three glasses of pinot noir in), you got distracted by a makeout session that would've made your teenage self swoon, but it didn't progress more than that. Neither of you wanted to go too fast. Most of the time, it was just light conversation, cuddling, and the realization that maybe you two were much more alike than you thought.

Both of you fell asleep like that on the couch, blissfully unaware of the morning light. Sam came home early in the morning, dropping his bags before seeing the both of you entwined on the couch. A smile crossed his face.

"Finally."

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Joey B Imagines: One of These Nights

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Summary: You as Joe’s girlfriend are by his side for every event, you helped him feel more comfortable since he wasn't the most social guy and he needed you there. You departed from him to go the bathroom and Joe isn't at all pleased with what happened on your way back.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mad Joe

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: None! (Misc.)

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe and I had just sat down at the table of Bengals players and their girls in our usual VIP section. One look at Joe and I could tell he already didn't want to be here.

I looped my arm with his and he flashed me a small smile, his icy blue eyes barely visible behind his black Cartier’s.

“I love you.” - Joe mouthed

“I love you too.” - you mouthed back

He had already thanked me so many times tonight for coming with him since it wasn't his scene at all, and I made it more bearable.

Sam Hubbard, a longtime teammate of Joe, knew all about his antisocial ways, so he tried to include Joe in the conversations to keep his mind away from the surroundings.

I gave Sam a thankful nod because if he wasn't keeping Joe occupied, I'd end up on babysitting duty for the whole night.

Even in a secluded area away from the rest of the club, I was constantly looking around for possible cameras.

Joe hated PDA, and for him to even have his arm looped with mine was a big step, but he needed close to me right now. That's why I checked around for cameras, knowing Joe would be mad if pictures of us close together were posted.

I found myself zoning out since the conversion had switched to football, and I could barely make out the sound of a female voice saying my name.

“Hey y/n, I have to go to the bathroom… can you come with me?” - Jess

It was Jess, Sam’s girlfriend.

I turned to Joe to see him already looking at me. He was waiting for an answer.

“Will you be okay if I go to the bathroom?” - you

My face faltered when he immediately started biting the inside of his cheeks like he does when he's nervous, but he nodded yes.

“Okay. Be right back.” - you

Before I stood up, Joe caught me off guard when he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

Even Jess took notice, and as we walked away from the table, she commented on it.

“Your boy seems a little touchy today.” - Jess giggled

“I have no idea what's gotten into him, but you will not catch me complaining.” - you

“I hear that.” - Jess laughed

——

Minutes later, Jess finished washing her hands, I finished fixing my mascara, and we left the bathroom.

We laughed as we walked back to the table, just talking about our boyfriends and having a good time.

Walking up to the roped-off area, the same security guard that had let us in and out five minutes ago wasn’t even acknowledging us.

“Uhm, sir? Can you let us back in?” - you

The burly man looked at me, then to Jess, and silently shook his head no.

“Why not?” - Jess

“Don't see any passes… and the last time I checked the Cincinnati Bengals don't draft women.” - security guard

Jess reached into her purse mumbling a “Don't worry” and took her pass out to show the guy.

He studied it intently and eyed Jess once again.

“Okay.” - security guard

Relief washed over me when he moved the rope and Jess stepped through. I followed behind her but he closed it back before I could get to the other side.

I went to yell after Jess, but she was already around the corner, and the club was so loud that if I yelled at the top of my lungs she wouldn't be able to hear me.

“Not you.” - security guard

“Excuse me?” - you

“Listen, girl. I get it, you wanna try to make your move on one of the players because you want their money. I've dealt with girls like you before, and it’s not going to happen.” - security guard

I stood there completely baffled.

“What did you just say to me? You just let me walk out like ten minutes ago.” - you

“Now you're trying to gaslight me. Oh and let me guess, you're dating a player?” - security guard

“For your information, I am dating one of the players. I have been for six fucking years. You watched me walk in with him!” - you

“Of course you are and I have no recollection of letting you in the VIP lounge. You don't look like the… NFL player’s type.” - security guard

“This is unbelievable. I don't want to sound like a braggy bitch, but my boyfriend is Joe Burrow. I suggest you let me in before he finds out about this altercation.” - you

“Ma’am, with all due respect Joe Burrow could have any woman in the world… and I don't foresee him picking you. You don't have any proof of him being your boyfriend either.” - security guard

I grabbed my phone out of my purse and attempted to call Joe, but it went straight to voicemail.

“Shit. Voicemail.” - you mumbled

“Look my background is me and him. He's in uniform. This is after the AFC Championship in 2021.” - you

“That could be edited. Look lady, you're very persistent but I'm going to have to remove you from the club.” - security guard

Before I knew it the guy was grabbing my arms at full force and started shoving me around.

“Let go of me!” - you yelled

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but as always before anything could happen, I heard that voice.

“What is going on here?!” - Joe

The look on the security guard’s face when he turned around to see Joe, looking like a bull ready to face a matador, was priceless.

“Sir I was just…” - security guard

“Manhandling my girlfriend? Because that's sure what it fucking looked like.” - Joe

“I thought…” - security guard

“Let go of her before I break your arms!” - Joe

He immediately dropped my arms and Joe gently whisked me behind his back.

“What is it that you thought?” - Joe

“She told me you were her boyfriend, but I thought she was lying.” - security guard

“Why’d you think that?” - Joe

“She just doesn't look like a girl that an NFL star like you would get with. That simple.” - security guard

“What the fuck did you just say to me. You better get out of my face before I bash yours in.” - Joe

“Can you blame me, dude? She’s not really… you know…” - security guard

“She's not really what?!” - Joe yelled

“The smallest girl on the planet.” - security guard

Joe's entire face turned red as he bubbles with furiousness.

“That’s it.” - Joe lunged forward

I immediately grabbed his wrist and pulled him back with as much strength as I could. Once he was beside me I put my hand on his chest, knowing it helped him calm down.

“Don’t. It's not worth it, Joey.” - you

Joe looked down at me to find my face completely flushed and my tear-filled eyes pleading.

“Congratulations, you've just worked your last shift.” - Joe

He moved away and took my hand, moving the rope himself and slamming it on the ground before he walked back over to the booth.

I sat back down in our spot, but Joe stayed standing with his phone in hand, seemingly dialing a number.

Joe just radiated anger right now as he held his phone up to his ear and started raddling a million miles a minute.

A few minutes later, he sat back down next to me with a deep sigh.

“Had to call the owner. That guy’s never working here again. I swear one of these nights I'm going to beat the shit out of someone.” - Joe

“I’m so sorry.” - you blinked back tears

“You have nothing to be sorry for, absolutely nothing. I should've walked you to the bathroom. Oh and forget every word that fucking dick said. You're the only woman I could ever picture myself with. You're the most beautiful girl in this entire world, and you are perfect for me. I love you more than anything.” - Joe

I buried my face in his neck without even thinking about where we were right now, but Joe didn't care. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

“Thank you for being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. I love you more than anything, too.” - you

“Wanna go home?” - Joe

“Please?” - you

Joe stood up immediately and took my hand. We said goodbye to everyone and made our way back down the hallway. When we found ourselves in the main room, I figured Joe would drop my hand, but he didn't.

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We approached Joe’s car, and he opened my door like always, showing off the gentleman he was.

As soon as he shut his door, Joe crashed his lips against mine.

“When we get home I'm going to show you how damn desirable you are. I don't care what other people say you're perfectly made for me.” - Joe

And that's exactly what he did, both verbally and physically. Joe made me feel like the most craved woman in the world.

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Authors note: ending the night (and the 5th day of Christmas) with some angst.

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Josh teaches reader to make out P2

Omg I didn't expect part ine to get so much love! Here's part 2! Also, I do requests if anyone wants any ideas turned into a story or a oneshot, let me know!

PART 2

Color codes ✨️

Reader

Josh

Beth

Soon enough, night had arrived. Everyone was off doing their own thing. Josh was passed out on the counter, and you were upstairs with almost everyone else. Jess was planning some elaborate prank on Hannah.

You wanted no part in it, so you went off to find Josh.

As you made your way down the stairs, you saw Beth coming inside. You decided to walk over to her, curious about what she was up to.

"Hey, Beth," you said casually, watching her hang her coat up on one of the various hooks around the place.

"Oh, hey!" Beth answered, turning to face you with a smile.

You were about to respond when you heard snoring. You turned to see Josh in the kitchen, passed out while sitting up and leaning against the counter. You couldn’t help but smile slightly as Beth walked over to him.

"Jeez, Josh. Once again, brother, you've outdone us all," Beth said, hooking her arm through one of his to try moving him. She was struggling, so you quickly went to help.

You held Josh the same way Beth did. You weren’t sure why she chose to make him walk backward, considering he was taller and heavier than both of you, but hey, it seemed to work.

You both stumbled slightly as you maneuvered him to the couch in the living room. You let Beth direct the way since you couldn’t see much.

"Okay, watch the—" Beth started, but you had already tripped, causing all three of you to collapse onto the couch. Josh ended up sprawled on top of you, somehow still asleep.

He groaned and lazily shifted, making himself comfortable while unintentionally pinning you down.

Beth laughed, stepping back. "Jeez, you good down there?"

"I'm good, don't worry," you replied, laughing it off, though your voice cracked slightly.

Beth raised a brow but shrugged. "If you’re sure... I’m going to see what the others are up to." And with that, she left.

You stayed under Josh for about five minutes before the discomfort became too much. You couldn’t breathe properly, and his snoring in your ear wasn’t exactly relaxing. You squirmed, trying to wake him.

"Mm... Josh?" you mumbled, poking his face with your only free hand, the other pinned at your side.

He didn’t respond, only making a strange groan before burying his face deeper into your neck and shoulder.

It tickled slightly, making you smile and huff a small laugh. "Josh, seriously. I’d like to be able to feel my legs now," you said, louder this time.

Josh snored even louder, almost as if on purpose. You kept poking his cheek repeatedly until he finally stirred, lifting his head slightly. His goofy smile and half-lidded eyes told you he was still out of it.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen your eyes so small," you said casually.

Josh’s eyes widened slightly, and he smirked. "Well, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you under me like this," he shot back smugly.

"Josh!" you exclaimed, your voice a soft gasp.

He gave you a mischievous look—those infamous "fuck me" eyes. You could definitely see it now.

He shifted, propping himself up so you could finally breathe. As his fingers slowly traced up and down your arm absentmindedly, you became hyper-aware of every sensation. His breath lightly grazing your skin, the warmth of his hands swallowing your smaller ones, even the veins on his hands—you noticed everything.

Your mind began to wander to thoughts you didn’t want to admit, and you swallowed dryly. Meeting his gaze, you saw his lazy smile.

Oh my god, what if he’s realizing I’m ugly? you thought, self-conscious. You quickly looked away, focusing on the fireplace.

Josh followed your gaze and chuckled. "Really? The fire’s more interesting than the guy on top of you?" he teased, drawing your eyes back to him.

You gave him a shy smile, struggling to hold eye contact.

Josh leaned closer, seemingly ready to pick up where you’d left off earlier.

"Uh, what time is it?" you asked abruptly, trying to change the subject.

Josh paused, clearly thrown off, then smirked. "Hm... I think it’s time I gave you that lesson I promised you earlier," he said, his tone teasing.

You smiled awkwardly, your body tensing slightly. Josh noticed and shifted, lying on his side beside you.

"What’s up, princess?" he asked softly, watching you expectantly.

You shrugged, unsure of how to express yourself. Communication wasn’t your strong suit.

"Use your words," he prompted gently, his gaze steady.

You sighed, your eyes falling back on the fire. "It’s just... what if I’m bad at it? And then... you hate it," you mumbled, embarrassed.

Josh chuckled, not to mock you but in disbelief. He guided your face to look at him.

"Listen, princess. That’s the whole point of me teaching you. You’re in good hands," he reassured you, stroking your cheek gently.

You smiled slightly, leaning into his warmth. As you both adjusted on the couch, bodies pressed tightly together, you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

"Well... I guess we do have a whole week to learn," you murmured, earning a small chuckle from Josh.

Josh pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair. This time, when he leaned in, you didn’t pull away. His lips met yours softly at first, but the kiss quickly deepened.

"You're doing good," he murmured against your lips. "But open your mouth a little more."

Before you could respond, Josh took the opportunity to kiss you again, catching you off guard. It was messy and uncoordinated, but it felt good. His hands slid to your waist, his knee pressing between your thighs.

The sudden pressure against your sensitive spot made you gasp and make some weird noise you never heard yourself make before.

Josh immediately pulled back, alarmed. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, smiling slightly. "No, it just... caught me off guard. I didn’t expect to be that loud. Sorry."

Josh smirked, his tongue darting out to lick your lip gloss off his lips. "Don’t be sorry. That was hot. I didn’t know you sounded like such a whiny pornstar."

You laughed, your cheeks burning as he pressed his knee against you again.

"We need to do more makeout lessons," you said smugly.

Josh nodded but gave you a look that hinted your next "lesson" might involve more than just making out.

~~~~~~~

Yall, I need more ideas. Should I make the stories shorter? Like porn without plot? Or do you guys enjoy the plot?

[anonallalong]

Lessons still to learn

Fm Saturday school teacher x Gideon Gemstone.

This takes place in between season one and two. I don’t wanna give away too much, but Gideon finds himself chaperoning the primary Saturday school field trip. And gets a lot more out of it than he thought he would!!

I might want to do a series idk

OK, I am very new to this so please be kind not the best at spelling or grammar, but I tried my best. I hope you guys enjoy this. It’s kind of long and a bit wordy. I promise I’ll get better but enjoy.!!

   Thursday 7:30am … 

Gideon rubbed his eyes and let out a groan, soaking in the last few moments of silence before he left his car. This wasn’t the earliest he’s had to be up, but having to be fully dressed and ready to drive 3 hours with a bunch of first to third graders on a bus made 7:30 feel like 3:00am. He collected him before gathering his things and finally left his car and started walking towards the church. 

One week earlier…

Gideon was sitting on the kitchen island eating his breakfast when his father entered the room.

“Good morning, my formerly disgraced son. Now I know we’ve made amends and such, and some might say your misguided and villainous deeds were to a certain extent influenced by me, but who’s to….”

“Well, no, that’s exactly what happened.”

“Okay, it's my time right now. Son, I’m trying to do father-son lessons rn, so step back.” 

“Alright,” Gideon said with a tight nod. 

“As I was saying this past year, forgiven and forgotten, but seeing as the majority of the problems were caused by your reaction to what I did and not so much what I did or did not do. I’ve decided that you still need to work for the church and do some favors, some make-ups for the people, so I have volunteered you to help with the annual Saturday school tiny tots field trip.” Jesse finished with a flourish of his hands. 

“I thought you were supposed to do that.”

Uh, no, I don’t think…”

“Yeah, I heard you and Mom talk about it the other night.” 

“I’m going to have to disagree with that one, son. All that time in la-la land has got you making up stories. So, yes, you are still volunteering for the position. And you’re welcome for this amazing opportunity and teaching moment. And with that, I leave you.”

Before Gideon could respond, Jesse left the room, leaving his son in a baffled silence……  shaking his head at the conversation he just had with his father just thinks about how he’s going to get through the annual field trip. Gideon still has love for his church and his family. But when he was away, he became distant from that lifestyle and more aware of the fake smiles and pageantry of it all. He wasn’t sure how he could fit back in with it……

Current day 

Thursday 7:40am

Gideon enters the church, cringing as he is hit with bright fluorescent lights and the echoing sounds of excited children. Despite the time, it seems the anticipation of today’s trip. The Bible museum has given the kids more than enough energy. Just as he was getting used to the sounds, Gideon felt. A dull hit of a clipboard to his chest. He looks up to see Mrs. Mary, the second-grade Sunday school teacher. She was nice enough but stern, as most second-grade teachers have to be, but it seems her years working with children have shortened her patience for those above 3 feet. 

“So glad you could finally join us, Mr. Gemstone.”

“Oh, uh, sorry I…. Uh, am I late?“ Scratching the back of his head, “I thought we were leaving…”

    “ Early is on time, and on time is late, Mr. Gemstone; no amount of charm will change that. Here’s your clipboard. It has all the information you will need.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Mary,” he says with a gentle smile. “Am I helping your class on the trip or.

“No, son , I can manage my class on my own.”

Pulling her glasses down and looking at her board, she says he will be helping Miss Evan’s ' first grade class and points him down the hall. With an exaggerated nod and a quick thank you, he heads down the hall. Gideon was relieved to not be with Mrs. Mary’s class. She was harmless, but that was not the environment he wanted to be stuck in on top of everything else. Now Mrs. Evans? She was someone Gideon had no trouble being near. She was his teacher back in the day, his favorite one if he was honest. He was sure today would have to be a bit more hands-on than he had planned, but the personality trade was worth it. He finally reached the class gathered at the end of the hall and did a quick scan. Searching for the silver-haired teacher, no doubt in her classic cardigan and animal brooch, but as he looked around, he couldn’t seem to spot her… a few moments of confusion interrupted by a voice behind him. 

“Alright, my little angels, let’s get in our lines!! Remember Noah’s ark style, two rows, and make sure you are across from your buddy.”

A sigh of relief came from him with a confirmation he was in the right place. He turns around and stops, confused. He wasn’t sure who she was, but he was certain she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The glow of her crooked smile as she addresses her “little angels,” the way her whole face moved with expression and feeling, and the way she dressed. She was so bright and real. The big hair, the few red marks on her cheeks, her nails light green and chipped…. She was the realest thing he had ever seen. And she was perfect. He wasn’t sure if he was just so paralyzed by her presence that he had become invisible to the human eye or if he had dropped dead the second he spotted her, knowing that there would be nothing else in this world as great as a moment, but it seemed that she didn’t notice he was there. He watched as she walked past him to the children's messy attempt at, falling into line complaining about buddies and who got to be in the front and who got to be in the back. He watched as she managed them. He has never seen children so invested in what an adult had to say.

“Miss Evans,” a mainly toothless child exclaimed as he tugged on her sleeve.

“Yes, Maliki?”

Her voice is so warm and smooth he feels his blood rush.

“Who’s that?”

Maliki loosely pointed at Gideon. Seemingly being the only One to spot him…. Following the boy's hand, she turns to him

“Oh, hello, Mr. Uhh….“ He watches as a look of concern paints her face before she takes a look at the clipboard in her hand “Mr Gemstone thank you so much for joining us today and volunteering to help” large smile never leaving her face. She was really excited to be here to be with her students.

“Hi.”

Gideon could have slapped himself right there. That was all he said; that’s all he thought to say?!with the physical embodiment of everything good and beautiful standing right in front of him. He had to say something more; he had to redo his introduction.

“HELLO… I mean, hi… No, I just said that. Sorry, thank you for having me... to help.”

He finishes with an awkward smile. Then he looks down at the kids to give them A wave. She looks him up and down with a puzzled look, but then quickly turns back to the class.

“Well, my tiny miracles. We have been blessed with a very special chaperone. today. His daddy is Pastor Jesse. Everyone, let’s say hello.”

The children all blurt out their hellos, finally getting his footing and gathering whatever charms he had left about him back. He matched their enthusiastic hellos and occupied them with small talk for the next few minutes before he and Miss Evans helped file them onto the bus, making sure everyone got on safe. Gideon wasn’t much help. Already not that good with children, ones that young anyway, his time was spent watching every move she made. He wasn’t sure why he had never seen her before where did she come from? Where was the Miss Evans He remembered? And why couldn’t he stop watching her? The way she gracefully attend to every single child who demanded her attention. Finally after three meltdowns, one lost then found teddy bear, and several left behind lunch pails were returned. They were on the road. Thankfully, instead of the other first grade class they were on the bus with the third graders, naturally being more well-behaved the other teacher and chaperone were more focused on helping with the first graders. The first half hour of the drive she and Gideon sat together in silence. Both calming there nerves after the stressful morning till eventually she turned to him.

“I’M MARJORIE… sorry, I just realized I didn’t tell you my name earlier.”

“Oh yeah, that’s alright. It was a busy morning and all… You are so great with them and everything… you know, with all their needs and stuff,”

he stammered out, reeling from learning her name it had unlocked something inside him. Was this that feeling his Granddaddy talks about?

“THANK YOU!” she exclaimed a little too excited, before she continued, she took a breath. “I really do love them all. I used to just come in every once in a while last year and help when my grandma was still teaching, but when she retired, I figured, why not take over? They’d basically have to give me the job, especially with her recommendation.”

“Oh, Mrs. Evans, is she your grandma? I was wondering where you came from. I haven’t been here in a while. I’m still getting used to all the new, or I guess old, faces—not that you’re old. You’re not. I just mean, you know you’re new to working here. Well, actually, that’s not true. I’m new to seeing you work here is what I meant to say.”

Gideon had never felt so uncool in his life. He didn’t know why she had this effect on him, but he was desperately trying to fulfill his insatiable desire to impress her. Despite fumbling over his words and a couple awkward pauses, they spoke for the rest of the ride there. Thankfully, the kids were well-behaved, but if they weren’t, there was a very distinct possibility that neither of them would notice. The next two hours they spoke about everything under the sun; Gideon told her what it was like in LA. She filled him in on things that had happened in the church. Random small talk about themselves. The intimate conversation cut short when the bus came to a stop in the parking lot alerting them that it was time to go back to being trustworthy adults.

“I’m glad you’re back… My grandma would always talk about you, about how much everyone missed you at church. the famous Gideon Gemstone with all that charm, those blue eyes not to mention all the freckles. How you could make any story sound like a wild adventure and sang like your grandma.”

“Ah, your grandma always gave me more credit than I deserved…”

She let out a sweet laugh, and Gideon smiled. Perhaps he hadn’t completely blown his chances. The rest of the trip, Gideon’s mental energy was, used to brainstorm how they would continue their time together after this day. Room after room of biblical scenes, children shouting with excitement learning more about their faith that they hold so dear it touched something in Gideon. He watched their little faces light up as Marjorie explained, in first grade terms the power, and meaning behind each room, he remembered when it was like to have no doubts he thought about how different the feeling was to now he hadn’t felt that 100% belief, the full confidence in everything he was taught in a long time. Until today and with every moment spent there in that cheesy museum the feeling inside him grew….. after several hours of museum fun everyone was back on the bus and headed home. This time the bus conversation had more voices then just Gideon and marjorie there was questions after questions flooding in from the kids, comments about what their favorite part of the day was playing with their souvenirs from the gift shop. The fun hadn’t stoped when they left the museum. Now watching as all of the kids ran to their parents excited looks on their face, ready to tell them everything they had done that day. Gideon stood off to the side a permanent smile stuck on his face and to think he started the day off beyond irritated with his father for signing him up for some dumb church trip, taking care of a bunch of snotty kids. he won’t be telling his father this but Gideon hadn’t felt this right in a long time and despite his father’s twisted reasoning for signing him up, he was glad it happened….

“Whoo, those kids love to talk, don’t they?”

He turned to see Marjorie had come over to him after all the kids had been picked up.

“I don’t think I’ve been anywhere louder than that bus was, and that includes action film sets.”

“Mumm, it was fun though….well I had fun. I love being around the kids, and…I had a pretty cool chaperone.”

Looking at him her cheeks were a light pink lips pursed in a light grin

“Yeah, it was really fun… It was a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be. I thought I was going to hate it.” He watched as her smile quickly turned into a frown. “No, not like hate it. I…I mean, my dad was supposed to do it and then switched out with me at the last minute, and I was annoyed at first, and I’m not that big of a fan of kids, and to be honest, I don’t even really know how I fit in this whole church thing anymore, but then I got here, and well, a lot of that was because of the kids. They are actually really cool and, yeah, they’re way less annoying and fun, but it was really because of you, your magic, you know.”

“Gideon, stop talking, please.”

His stomach dropped an entire day of networking of trying to correct his shaky start was gone. He really stepped in this time.

“I’m free on Saturday at noon.”

He stared at her in shock. He couldn’t believe it; she wasn’t giving up on him. He had another shot….

“To continue my research, of course, you know, if the rumors are really true….no ulterior motives here.”

She grinned wildly, tightening her bag around her arm, and slowly headed back towards her car.

“I’ll see you on Saturday, Mr. Gemstone.”

Gideon stood there, watching her like a fool. Eventually he regained the feeling in his legs and walked to his car to head home. Instead of driving straight home, though, he made a stop by his grandfather's house. Entering, he made his way to the study, where he knew his granddad would be working.

“ Gideon, what brings you here?”

“ I’m just looking for some advice.”

“Didn’t want to ask your daddy first?”

“ I’ve always been better at talking about this stuff with you.”

“Ah lady troubles. Well what’s got you down, son.”

“What did being near Grandma feel like? Like the first time you saw her, was it like that all the time, or did it change?”

“ She was perfect, and I know most men say that about their wives, but she really was. Everything just felt right, you know. I’ve had my struggles with the faith. I always try to be honest with you kids about that. When I was young, I went down my paths, but I always found my way back. I always remembered my teachings in the back of my head. I knew that they were there, but when I saw your grandmama, I knew it was real, it was true, because there she was. Everything I had been told about goodness and his love, she was right there. And every time I saw her, it just felt more right.”

“She must be pretty special if you are asking about your grandmother”

“She really is.”

[elliesspacewalker]

hii☺️☺️ could u pretty please write about reader inviting ellie to a sleepover/girls night because ellie was never invited to these growing up, and ellie is just crushing really hard on reader? mwah!

yesss!!

warnings: like none, Ellie has a crush on reader, slight mentions of depression, idk.

growing up Ellie never really had friends—well of course besides Jesse and Dina but during high school, they got busy. not like they wouldn't keep spending time with her anymore, but they were just busy. this left Ellie feeling depressed and felt like she had no friends until you showed up to school one day with a smile on your face and you walked quietly over to Ellie during lunch, slightly tapping her shoulder and she takes out her head phones (that are blasting 'killing in the name')

"hi" your voice is quiet but yet sweet, you introduce yourself to Ellie and sit down next to her, obviously Ellie knew who you were but she was skeptical of what you wanted from her, "I know we never talk or whatever but I'm having a sleep over tonight if you want to join?" and with that Ellie showed up to your place exactly on time, you smile proudly as you open the door and welcome her in-

"we got snacks, makeup, what do ya wanna do first?" Ellie looks around and sees 1 other person "oh, this is Maxine, my older sister" you chuckle—your older sister introduced herself to Ellie, and welcomed her, "she's the cooler older sister, in her sophomore year of college" she chuckles at your response "c'mon you dork" Ellie chuckles, she for once doesn't feel left out.

You find yourself straddling Ellie's lap as you put on her eyeliner "stop fucking moving" your tone was harsh, but it made Ellie laugh hard. "ellieee, you ruined the make up"

"sorry" she mumbles, before getting up and going to the bathroom to remove the make-up.

don't be a dork, don't be a fucking dork, don't be a dork Ellie shit, she groans loudly as she removes the makeup

"Ellie's pretty cool huh?" your sister opens the door and stands next to you "yeah, she's nice"

"someone's got a crush" she teases, you shove her playfully "what? ew no!" you knew she was right but you aren't going to admit it to your cooler older sister "whatever loser, I'm going out, call me if you need anything" you hum in acknowledgement, and Ellie returns.

"I'm not good at this" she looks at the ground and plays with her fingers "c'mon, let's watch a movie instead?" she looks at you and nods.

Eating the popcorn, you find yourself cuddled up against Ellie trying not to shit your fucking pants watching "the ring" you're genuinely fucking petrified but Ellie doesn't seem scared.

"you're not fucking scared of this shit?" your eyes are wide with fear as you look at Ellie, she shrugs "my dad watches this shit all the time- it's not that scary"

your mouth falls open in surprise, "well .. if you're too scared-"

"oh bitch, you're on" it was now a challenge, that you were more definitely going to lose. moving yourself as close as you possibly could to Ellie, she's caressing your hair gently and smiling down at you. "can we turn it off and watch something less scary?" you mumble and Ellie lets out a teasing "huh?"

"Ellie please" she groans and fakes a pout, grabbing the remote and putting on my little pony to soothe your nerves.

while you were falling asleep, Ellie had a million things running through her mind...

why do I like them? fuck I'm crushing so hard. hopefully they won't notice.

and just like that, you became her best friend (other than Jesse and Dina) and you, Jesse, Dina and Ellie would have sleepovers, being corny, and giggling about drama—though it wasn't a billion friends, Ellie felt content that she had friends she could rely on and that she could trust.

[wbbpls]

Platonic Plus One

Chapter 8-Azzi POV

Word count: 3.2k i can't wait to hear all your thoughts on Azzi's pov. don't hate me guys

Azzi is even more confused. This whole fake dating thing has opened up a door Azzi isn’t sure how to close. She isn’t even sure if she wants to close it. How can fake dating someone feel more natural than any date she’s ever been on? And this isn’t just someone. This is Paige. This is her best friend. Her best friend who holds her every night until she falls asleep, who brings her favorite snacks, who knows when she is overstimulated, who tries so hard to make her laugh, who protects her from gross guys, and who buys her little gifts just to see her smile. Her best friend that she is totally and completely in love with. Fuck.

Azzi has Paige telling the story of when she fell in love with her on repeat. That weekend was so special to Azzi because it was the moment when she knew she wanted to be in every part of Paige’s life. She knew that life wasn’t complete without her. But it’s not just the story Paige told; it’s how she said it. Her voice was so tender and vulnerable. That can’t be fake. Yeah, Paige has a lot more experience with dating, especially when it comes to girls, but there is no way someone can fake that level of affection. When her mom asked Paige that question, she expected Paige to say some sarcastic comment making fun of Azzi. From that moment on, the craving Azzi had to touch Paige was more than ever before, and Paige let her. If anything, Paige touched her back just as much. 

When they fixed their hair and makeup before the party, Azzi noticed that Paige kept looking at her. Specifically her shorts. Azzi is fully capable of picking out her own clothes, but then she’d miss out on all this fun. There have been times over the past few years that she has noticed Paige looking at her, but Azzi always made up some excuse as to why. But after the drinks started flowing, the boundaries left the room, and Azzi decided to put the power of her shorts in motion, literally. After hours of Paige’s hands getting lower and lower on her hips, she was desperate to feel those hands even lower, especially after Paige had the audacity to call her babygirl. Jess promptly teased Azzi about this for the next three minutes. 

Once they started dancing, Azzi kept grinding on Paige’s front, thriving under the sound of Paige’s wavering breath each time Azzi pressed down harder. Paige began to grip harder on her hips, adding a layer of control Azzi wasn’t expecting but gladly welcomed. Paige peppered soft kisses across the back of her neck, and Azzi lost any semblance of control. Were the boundaries ever in the room with them in the first place? 

Azzi thinks she might be dreaming and slips out a moan and the words, “Fuck, P, you feel so good.” If it weren’t for Paige's harsh bite and suck in response, Azzi probably would have panicked. 

Then Paige finally spoke, “I love these shorts on you, fuck, Az.” Mission accomplished. That’s when Azzi finally broke as she spun around, pulling Paige in for a passionate kiss. It feels like no one is in the room but them. All Azzi could feel was the warmth of Paige’s tongue and her hands pulling her closer. Paige finally moved her hands down to squeeze Azzi’s ass, a feeling she was praying for ever since she put those shorts on. Azzi can confidently say, she’s never been so turned on in her fucking life. 

Azzi has always avoided talking about her sexuality. Everyone else just seemed so confident and comfortable with theirs, and people assumed she was straight anyway, so she never corrected them. But after that kiss? There’s no way in hell Azzi can ever say she’s straight again. 

What Azzi didn’t expect was for Paige to whisper how beautiful she was in her ear before kissing her neck again. The tenderness in her voice was somehow more powerful than the lust she just saw in her eyes. Azzi was immediately brought back to dinner, reliving how Paige said she fell in love with her. This has to be real. Azzi pulled hard at the nape of Paige’s neck, desperately trying to get closer to her, and Paige received the message loud and clear. Her kissing, nipping, and sucking got more intense, almost like she was the one on a mission now. Azzi wouldn’t be surprised if there were a mark later, and maybe she should be upset about needing to deal with a hickey in front of her entire family. Still, the thought of Paige claiming her so publicly makes the hassle worth it, even if it's a reminder on her skin of what she can’t have. 

From there, Azzi stopped thinking. She let herself enjoy being with Paige. They were still best friends, and there was something almost reassuring about how easily they fell back into their banter after a heated makeout session. Anyone else would think that happens every day. Even when Jonathon came to speak to them, it still felt like Paige and Azzi. When Paige so easily answered about Azzi taking her last name, no one else mattered. Azzi let herself imagine that happening, something she had never seen with anyone else. It felt like everything was finally starting to line up. Everything felt perfect.

Until it wasn’t. 

One of the girls had to ask Azzi about sex, probably trying to get her to talk about Paige. This shouldn’t have been hard, but ironically, Azzi is a pretty bad liar, despite her fake dating her best friend. She is especially bad at lying to Paige, making her night with Jonathon so difficult to not tell Paige about. 

Azzi remembers it all so clearly. Not because of Jonathon, but because all she could think about was the blonde-haired girl she had left behind the entire time. When Jonathon asked her to prom, she said yes. He was nice, and they were in the same friend group, so she thought it would be fine. When Azzi called Paige on Facetime to tell her she was going with him, she saw a flicker of something in Paige’s eyes she had never seen before. She said she was happy for Azzi, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Maybe it was because she lost her prom to the pandemic? Azzi started to ask her about it, but Paige quickly ended the call. Considering that they usually fell asleep talking to each other, Azzi was left to fill in the blanks by herself. The following weeks, Paige was distant. Azzi tried everything to get the girl to open up, but nothing worked. Did something happen at home or school? Was she mad at Azzi for something she said? Paige has always been charming and easy to talk to, making her even more skilled at talking herself out of a conversation she doesn’t want to have. Even with the distance between them, Paige never said no to talking to Azzi whenever she wanted. Azzi took the chance and asked her to come visit her at the end of the school year. Although hesitant, she said, “Of course, Az.” in a soft voice that feels like it's reserved only for Azzi. Hearing that was reassuring because she was starting to wonder if Paige didn’t care about seeing her anymore.  

Once visiting, things were awkward but better. However, Katie invited Paige to come over before prom. She was shocked when Paige said she’d be there. Getting ready with Paige was honestly really fun, and it was such a relief. When the doorbell rang, silence loomed over the two girls. Paige’s face tensed, and there was a quick pulse in the back of her jaw. Finally, almost as if someone heard us, everything would break, she whispered, “You look so beautiful, Az.” She believed her.

The photos were awkward. Azzi couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Shouldn’t this be fun? Once Azzi got to prom and saw her friends, the night felt a little more at ease, but she knew she was missing a certain blonde that night. Jonathan told her how beautiful she looked, too. She didn’t believe him. 

Her friends kept encouraging them to spend time alone together. They sat outside in the courtyard, discussing basketball, something Azzi always knows how to talk about. The issue is that it just made her miss Paige more. Unexpectedly, Jonathan moved in for a kiss, her first kiss.  

You’re supposed to do that with the nice cute boy in high school, right? It was a fine kiss, if anything a little awkward. Then he asked Azzi to be his girlfriend. Azzi said yes because what reason does she have to say no? Her friends kept pressuring her to date him, so she must be the problem, right? All her friends have been on dates, and she’s just been too scared to do anything. 

When she told all her friends that they were official, they were over the moon excited for her. Paige would react that way, too, right? Then, they all asked Azzi if she was going to have sex with him that night. Her heart dropped. They all said that now that they’re dating, of course they’d have sex, and how romantic it is to do it on prom night. When Azzi hesitated, they all reminded her she was going to regret not losing her virginity before college. 

Once the after-party was in full swing, Azzi could only think about how she would tell Paige about her new boyfriend. But then he asked if she wanted to go for a drive together. Once they stopped, he played music and asked if she wanted to move to the back where they could chill more. Azzi’s heart was racing. He made the first move, and Azzi didn’t have it in her to stop him. She is supposed to want to have sex with her boyfriend. She’ll regret it later if she doesn't get it over with now. That’s what she kept telling herself the rest of the night. 

It was painful and uncomfortable. Isn’t sex supposed to be this life-changing, amazing experience with sparks flying? Azzi thinks she might regret having sex with him more than regretting waiting until college. He was so nice to her, so she convinced herself she wasn’t being fair to him. 

When she got home, she was relieved to see Paige fast asleep in her bed. And then guilt washed over her. She just had sex with her new boyfriend, and she is coming back to share a bed with Paige. The bigger issue is that sharing the bed with Paige is what she’s wanted all night. She feels guilty for not telling Paige. Guilty for wanting to be with her in bed more than Jonathon. Guilty for having sex with him. The guilt of Paige telling her how beautiful she was on repeat in her mind all night, while Jonathon saying the same thing went out the window. The guilt of saying yes to being his girlfriend when she realizes now she wants to be Paige’s girlfriend. 

Azzi slipped into bed, wrapping her arms around Paige’s stomach. She immediately cuddled into Azzi’s neck and sighed as Azzi started to rub her back. 

“I love you, P.” For a moment, she had Paige back.  

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The following day, Azzi woke up first, anxious about the conversation she needed to have with Paige. Paige slowly woke up, and with her bright blue eyes, she said, “Good morning, Princess. How was last night?” She earned the term princess during Team USA and hadn’t heard it in a few weeks. 

“Uh, it was good. Fun.”

Paige looked at her curiously as she got up and dressed for the day. “That it?”

“I need to tell you something.” Azzi’s heart started to race. Paige looked at her with so much concern that it practically broke her heart. “You okay, Az?” 

She struggles to get it out. “Azzi, you’re scaring me. Did something happen last night?” 

She held it until she just burst it out. “Jonathonaskedmetobehisgirlfriend.”

“Oh.” There is no emotion on her face. What is she thinking? What isn’t she saying? 

“That’s it? Oh?” 

“Did you say yes?” 

“Yeah.” Azzi almost couldn't be heard with how quietly she responded. The guilt came over her again. She isn’t cheating on anyone, and she told Paige right away. There’s no reason to feel guilty. 

“Cool. Happy for you guys.”

“Oh, uh t-thanks.” 

“For sure, you’ll make a perfect couple.” Paige couldn’t meet Azzi’s eyes when she said that. “Anyway, I’m gonna head out.”

“Wait, you’re not staying to hang out?”

“Nah, I got stuff to do,” Paige spoke so nonchalantly, as if Azzi said nothing of importance, but she has still yet to make eye contact until she stops at the door. “Bye, Azzi.”

Something about the goodbye felt permanent. It was a goodbye to what could have been. That day, Azzi knew Paige didn’t want her the way she wanted Paige. 

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“So Azzi, tell us all about it. Who have you had sex with at this party?” Why would anyone even ask that, like go get laid or something. Azzi freezes because prom night comes rushing back to her, reminding her of the Paige that didn’t want her. The Paige that distanced herself all summer. The Paige that doesn’t know she had sex with Jonathon. 

“Uh, yeah, I have.” Azzi can feel eyes on her from the left side of the room, and she glances over at Jonathon, accidentally making it so obvious.  

“Wait a minute. Did you have sex with Jonathon, too?” Azzi felt the perfect night being ripped to shreds each time this girl asked another question. Azzi kept rubbing Paige’s arm around her stomach, trying to ground herself. It was almost like she was trying to remind Paige she was there with her. She stuttered, trying to get any words out, scared to look at Paige. 

Thankfully, Jonathon answered for them both. “Yeah, but it was a long time ago. Old history.” Azzi offers him an appreciative smile for helping her deal with the awkward moment. Everyone moves on, and Azzi shifts to look at Paige, but suddenly, she pushes Azzi off her lap.

“I, uh, I n-need to go to the bathroom.”

“You okay, Paige?” Paige looks pale and emotionless. It was almost the same face she had made when she had told her Jonathon was her boyfriend. But this time, something else was there. She just can’t put her finger on it. 

“Just don’t feel great.” Maybe Azzi is overthinking this, and Paige had too much to drink. 

“Can I come with you?” 

“No,” Paige snapped. It startled Azzi because Paige was rarely ever anything but sweet to her. Sure, they make fun of each other or play fight, but never like this. 

Azzi began to go after Paige, but then Jonathan stopped her. “Hey, Az, I’m really sorry about that. It was pretty shitty of them.” 

“I mean, it’s not your fault. Thanks for bailing me out at the end there.” 

“Do you, uh, mind if we talk for a minute?” God, he has the worst timing. 

“Sure, what’s up?” They move to sit on the same couch Paige was just occupying, suddenly cold without her. 

“I don’t know what has been said or not, so I’m just putting it all out there. That girl Bailey came up to me after talking to Paige and starting saying random shit about all of us. I think she overheard me talking to Brandon about maybe hanging out with you later and that it’s been a while. When she came up to me, she told me Paige was angry at me, and I swear, Azzi, I didn’t mean anything by asking you to hang out. I just don’t want either of you to think I’m disrespecting your relationship.” 

“Wow, I don’t even know what to say. For starters, that girl is clinically insane, so none of this surprises me.” They both laugh, breaking the ice. “And I really appreciate you saying all of that. I don’t think Paige is mad or anything. We honestly just moved on.”

“Okay, good. I genuinely mean it when I say I mean no disrespect. I miss when we were friends without all the complicated shit, you know?” 

“Life does have a way of complicating things, doesn't it?”

“Seriously. But when it comes to you and Paige, man, you guys have always been inevitable. Life can’t get in the way of that, at least.” If only that were the case. 

“Wait, what do you mean inevitable?” 

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just always been Paige and Azzi. No one could ever get you to smile or open up like Paige does. It’s not like I didn’t try to be that for you. But I remember this one day at the end of the summer, your parents threw that going-away party before you left for school. I’ve just never seen you light up like that with anyone but Paige. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, and I just knew something was different between you guys.” 

“I’m so sorry, Jonathan. I didn’t fully understand my feelings for Paige at that time. I never meant to string you along in any way, I promise.” Azzi tried so hard that summer to stop thinking about Paige as anything other than a friend or teammate, but apparently, it was something she had never been capable of.

“Dude, I know you didn’t, you’re Azzi Fudd! You’re like the nicest person ever to exist. Plus it was the end of high school, we were all trying to figure our shit out. I’m just really happy that you guys figured out yours.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

The two kept talking, reminiscing about funny stories and weird teachers, but Azzi was stuck in her head. All these years later, Azzi is talking to the same boy, wishing she was with the same girl. She’s tired of it. She needs to talk to Paige. 

“It’s been so awesome talking again, really.”

“It really has. I hope we can keep talking. Paige too!” 

“Of course! I’m actually gonna go to the bathroom to check on her. She said she wasn’t feeling great.”

Azzi made her way to the bathroom and knocked a few times. On the last knock, the door opened, but it wasn’t Paige. Confused, Azzi looked around the room desperately for her tall blonde. Then, she pulled out her phone to text her, seeing a missed text from Paige.

Paigey 💗: went back to the room to lay down.

Princess 💗: Paigey? Are you okay??

Princess 💗: I wish you got me, P. I’d go with you in a heartbeat

Princess 💗: I was waiting for you to come back out. I’m leaving the party now.

Princess 💗: Paige??

Azzi runs back to their room, opening the door to darkness. Paige is fast asleep. Maybe Azzi was exaggerating, and Paige was being honest, and she didn’t feel well. Azzi changed into sleep clothes and slipped into bed. Just like the night after prom, Paige cuddled into her neck, and Azzi rubbed her back. 

“I love you so much, P.”

[marvelfilth]

AKA Shut up and listen

Pairing: Jessica Jones x f!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, self-deprication

Summary: you love Jess, Jess doesn't get why

Masterlist

"So... This is it?" you mumble, your gaze pinned to the roach on the wall to your left.

You really shouldn't be disappointed - you heard enough of Jess' grumbling whenever she came back from a hideout with too many compromising pictures on her camera and too much alcohol on her breath.

So, yeah, it's all your fault, since it was you who begged her to take you with her, just to get a taste of that PI life.

"Yes." She opens the window, letting some fresh air flow into the tiny motel room.

"Cool," you sigh and search the room for a safe place to sit. Unfortunately, the entire place looks like a biohazard, so you have no choice, but to settle on the edge of the single bed.

Your hesitation doesn't escape Jess' watchful eye. "You realize you'll have to sleep here, right?" Jessica drawls. She's sitting on the windowsill, her flask clutched between her fingertips. She raises her eyebrows at your silence and you shake your head, feeling hot all of a sudden. Lately, it's been happening too often - her looking at you far longer than a friend should, and you flushing under her heavy gaze.

"You said it won't take long," you mumble, turning away to hide your burning cheeks with your hair.

"It won't. Twenty hours top." She shrugs, taking off her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms, your eyes zeroing in on the muscles hidden under her soft skin.

"Great," you sigh.

The roach on the wall moves closer to you and you have to fight the urge to stamp it down with your shoe.

It probably has a family somewhere.

"You don't have to stay. I can call Trish, she'll pick you up. She can take you somewhere fancy."

Your eyes roll at the obvious attempt at getting rid of you. You know she likes you enough to tolerate you for at least a day, but you also know she prefers to work alone. Even Trish never gets to tag along.

"You know I like you more."

“Really?” She husks sarcastically around the neck of her flask.

“Yes.”

Another roach crawls from under the bed, making you squeak and jump off it. Jessica rolls her eyes, gesturing around you. “This. This is me.”

You blink. Then blink again. “A roach?”

She hums, turning to look outside and taking another swing from her flask. “Yep. A roach, dirty motel, cheap booze - all me. Doesn't seem like your thing.”

You huff, crossing your arms, your shoulders suddenly tense. “Luckily for me, you're more than cheap booze, and shitty motels, and roaches. So yeah, you're my thing.”

She tilts her head, her dark eyes brimming with exhaustion from countless sleepless nights spent chasing leads, but there's a flicker of something, something important. It's gone faster than you can place it, and she turns back to the window, lifting her camera, and covering her face from your scrutiny.

“Get us some food, yeah?” She whispers, pretending to focus on the streets below.

You let out a frustrated huff, but nod nonetheless, leaving in search of something edible.

You come back a little over half an hour later, a paper bag full of takeout clutched tightly against your chest, your heart still racing after a ride with a sketchy man on a sketchy elevator.

Jessica startles you with a question.

“You okay?”

Her body is halfway out of the window, facing the building across the street, but her eyes are pinned to you. The flask lies empty on the windowsill.

“Peachy,” you mumble, pushing a container into her hand. “Eat it all or no booze for two days.”

She frowns, eyeing you warily. “Don't bullshit me.”

You smile, humming, and nudge Jess to make space for you on the windowsill. You dig into the food, almost moaning at the rich flavor, and note with pride that Jessica seems to enjoy it too.

“Not bad,” she says around a forkful. “Not as good as your famous lasagna-”

You shove her before she can finish her thought.

“Jess!”

Her brow arches in question, and she keeps a serious expression for all three seconds before the corners of her mouth jump up in a fleeting smile. “What? I liked it.”

You groan, pushing the food around. She'll never let you forget it. And to think that you were just being a caring friend, spending all day perfecting a recipe you found online, chasing down Jess, and making her eat some of it.

“Just a little less salt next time,” she says, leaning back against the wall, her eyes on you.

You shake your head, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

The evening is settling in, the warm glow of the sun seeping away, giving way to the chilly breeze. You shudder, goosebumps littering your bare arms, and consider moving to the bed, or maybe wrapping yourself in a blanket. You eye it warily - it's thin, its color washed away and even from here you can see some of the stains.

You jump up when a weight settles over your shoulders, a familiar scent of leather enveloping you. When you turn to look at Jess, instead of looking away like you thought she would, she looks at you, head-on.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pushing your arms through the sleeves. “You're not cold?”

She shakes her head no, pushing her food around. “Looks good on you.”

“Yeah?” You look down at your lap, fingers fidgeting. The air grows heavy.

She reaches inside her bag and takes out another flask.

“I'm no good for you, you know?” she says after gulping at least a quarter of it.

You look up, startled.

“I'm an asshole with a drinking problem. You deserve better.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “You’re not an asshole.”

She snorts, and finishes the flask in quick gulps before carelessly throwing it to the floor.

“Jess.”

She hums.

“You're not an asshole.”

“I heard you the first time.”

You huff, and pull the take out box out of her hands before gently setting both of your food on the nearby table. “Jessica,” you start, squaring your shoulders. “I need you to listen to me very carefully.” She rolls her eyes, but turns to face you nonetheless. You can tell she's ready to bolt or at least deflect, but you won't let her. Not this time, the conversation is long overdue.

You take her hand in yours, fiddling with her slender fingers. “You’re one of the best people I've ever met, Jess-” the scoff that follows is expected “-yes, you are!” You insist, giving her hand a sharp tug. “You're brave, and selfless, and kind-”

“I’m an unreliable, unstable alcoholic with a fucked up head,” she growls, jumping off her seat. “I'm not kind or brave. I don't do nice things. I'm not nice, period. I have a hole in my wall and more empty bottles than cutlery. I haven't washed my jeans in two months. I- fuck, sometimes I can't even look at you without thinking about you leaving, eventually.” She starts pacing, fingers lost in her dark tresses.

“Jess.”

“I can't take care of myself, Trish does that half the time. I have one bedsheet. I don't have a vacuum cleaner. My door is permanently broken.”

“Jessica.”

“I'm a fucked up-”

“Shut up.”

She stops mid rant, looking at you with tired eyes, and let's out a long-suffering sigh. “You deserve better.”

You shake your head and take a step towards her. “I love you.”

She recoils, suddenly looking like a frightened child. Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “What?” She croaks.

“I love you, Jess. I love you when you're drunk and miserable, and I love you when sober up and smile like you don't have a care in the world. I love you when you're out of reach for days on a case, and I love you when you make sure to spend time with me, even if it means sacrificing sleep-”

“Stop.”

“-I love you when you don't have time to take my calls, and I love you when you answer me from strangers’ balconies. I love you when you're being mean, and I love you when you choose to be the kindest person I know, even after all of the shit you've been through.”

“Y/n…”

“I love you and your broken door. And I love your cutlery.”

“Don't-”

“And I have a vacuum cleaner.”

She sighs, but her eyes soften just a slightest bit. "A vacuum cleaner, huh?"

You swallow and take a deep breath. “I- I don't want anyone else, Jess. I want you. I love you.”

She looks at you for a long moment, her jaw tenses, brows furrow in thought. “Okay,” she nods slowly, begrudgingly.

“Yeah?” You whisper, inching closer.

“Yeah,” she breathes against your lips, before pulling you in a tender, almost chaste kiss. She's pulling away a second later and it's over before you even fully register the feeling of her soft, full lips on yours. “I- You- Fuck, why is this shit so goddamn hard?” She grumbles, closing her eyes briefly before taking a deep breath. “You deserve better, so-”

“Jessica,” you growl, pushing her by the shoulders. She doesn't budge, pressing you closer to her chest, her grip on your waist tightening.

“You deserve better, so I'll get better. I'll do better. For you,” she finishes slowly, begrudgingly, and for a moment you're speechless. “Less booze should be a good start, right? No girl likes to smell alcohol all the time,” she sounds like she's complaining, like this is the worst situation she could ever find herself in, but her eyes shine in a way you've never seen before. It's hope, you realise after a moment.

“Not for me, for you,” you state firmly, cupping her jaw. “You'll get better for you.”

She blinks. “That’s not a good enough motivation,” she grumbles.

You press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, fighting back a smile. She's so Jess. “We'll work on that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. I... I love you too, I guess.”

"Mhm," you hum, and she opens her mouth again, so you pull her in a proper kiss before she can say anything else.

[hsangel64]

bandmates pt. 10!

synopsis: a couple of weeks was all it took

warnings: some angst, cussing

a/n: i am not too sure how long this story will go, but i think the way its going it’ll get another story, maybe!!

after everything happened you packed up a bag and texted abby to stay for a couple of days to cool down. she told you of course and offered to let you stay for however long you would need. ellie had been texting you all morning, you had turned on do not disturb but she still seemed to get her way around it and i couldn’t stop checking my phone. text after text you finally gave in and texted back.

you sighed and rubbed your face. what did you just do, you can’t believe you agreed. she texted you a coffee shop, it being your guys’ favorite coffee place to go to, and told her to meet her tomorrow morning. you shook your head at yourself and turned your phone off. no more of that for today.

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it’s finally tomorrow morning, after an agonizingly long sleepless night, it was the morning. you had gotten ready and felt the nerves pick up. you changed your shirt about a million times now. you really didn’t want to see ellie and don’t know why you agreed but you love her too much to be gone for too long.

you checked the time grabbed your bag to head out. it was 9:30am and ellie wanted to meet around 10:15 so you had some time to walk there and get yourself together. you felt your heart beating a million miles a minute, you didn’t know if you’d start screaming or crying at ellie, maybe even both.

you made it to the coffee shop and didn’t even realize it, you stared at the door before taking a huge deep breath and going in.

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ellie’s pov

she couldn’t believe what had happened, it all happened so fast. you had ran and she didn’t have any time to process what you had said.

“ellie you fuckin idiot.” dina yelled at her and ran after you. she just stood there for what felt like forever. jesse didn’t ay anything and just went after dina. she came back from her senses and realized you left, ellie ran to your room and saw dina on the couch with her head in her hands and jesse comforting her. they both heard her come in and immediately changed moods, dina got up and pushed ellie.

“you’re a fucking asshole you know that? you are a shit friend, girlfriend, all of the above.” her chest going up and down as she paced around the room trying not to beat up ellie.

“you better fucking fix this ellie or i swear to god you will never see either of us again.” she pushed her way out of the room and stormed off. jesse got up and walked towards ellie, he put his hand on ellie’s shoulder and said, “fix it ellie.”

she was left in the room alone for about 2 minutes with just her thoughts before cat barged in.

“hi baby! you did so so good.” she tried to kiss her but ellie pushed her off and mumbled a fuck off. she ran out of the room and ran to her car. ellie didn’t even grab anything just made it her mission to try and catch you at the dorm. she knew you were going to run off. she drove quicker than she thought she even could, she made it to the dorm within 10 mins as the drive regularly was 30 mins. she barely even parked and ran up the building, she even took the stairs trying to catch you. she reached the door and called out for you, for anyone, complete silence filled her ears. she sighed really loudly and realized she missed you. ellie dragged herself to the couch and fell into it, sobbing into herself. she felt pathetic, she knew what she did and felt like utter shit. dina was right, she said over and over and over again in her head. she had to do something.

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it had been almost two weeks since ellie had seen you, she had been texting you every chance she gets she texts you. you never answered of course, just sulking in your own feelings. ellie tried everything, she sent you flowers after hearing where you were staying, she tried to catch you after class, she called and called and called, but to no avail you never answered. she was running out of things to do with dina yelling on her back about fixing things, she didn’t know what else to do. she figured it was the end and she was ready to accept the fact that you would never be with her again. dina had come home and seen ellie on the couch with her head in her hands. she sighed and made her way towards her.

“why don’t you just tell her the truth, try and get her to go to get coffee and explain all that you feel.” ellie looked up at her and sent a small smile her way. “as much as i don’t like you right now, i still love you and i want to try and help.” they hugged and spent some time together that ellie very much needed.

they spent the rest of the day watching movies and just spending time together, dina ended up falling asleep while they watched interstellar.

‘she always said it was boring…’ she thought and laughed to herself. she thought for a second and texted you about coffee tomorrow morning, it took some convincing but you agreed and she felt good about this, she was going to get you back even if it took just starting over.

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a/n: hey guys! this is a shit chapter but i’m hoping the next one will be the last and better! this was just a filler from not posting in awhile!!