An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
There's a million stray cats in Antigua. Jensen doesn't know what it is about them that makes him so angry, unless it's that everything makes him angry these days and they're just a convenient source of blame. He sees them everywhere. Tails lashing in the shadows, curious yellow eyes watching from rooftops. Mostly they're not all that bold, it's just that Jensen's good at seeing the things on the outskirts.
Has to be. Nobody is here to see them for him any more.
One of them is watching him, a little grey one with something wrong with its legs, eyes blue and judgmental. Cats always look so judgmental.
fragile little flame - Kate Bishop/America Chavez ~ 1.1k [ao3]
Kate adjusts the pendant resting on her neck as her mother pins up her hair. She cringes slightly when her mother pulls to hard on a strand, but doesn’t say anything. Her mother finishes her hair, stepping back to admire her work.
“There.” She says, changing her focus to Kate’s reflection. She’s wearing an uncomfortable dress, she supposed it looks nice but she can’t focus on how she looks with the way it’s rubbing against her shoulders. She tugs at the small sleeves, only to have her mother pull them back up into place.
“They’ll be here any moment.” Her mother says, referring to the Chavez family. They just moved into the estate across from them, and her mother has been dead set on setting her up with their son. Kate’s only caught a glimpse of him a few times, and only attempted to talked to him once. The one time she did manage to talk to him, he had barely said a word. Kate had gracefully walked away, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
Kate hears a knock from the door downstairs and her mother rushes out of the room. Kate feels like she’s finally able to breathe, but then her mother pokes her head back in the door.
“Don’t come down until I call you.” She says, smiling at Kate. Kate doesn’t say anything, just nods.
She can just barely make out the chatter from downstairs, her mother’s voice is loud and bright but indistinguishable.
“Kate, our guests our here!” Her mom yells (obviously in a very lady like fashion) up the stairs.
Kate makes her way down the stairs, extremely uncomfortable with all the eyes on her. She keeps her eyes on the ground, watching her steps because she’s terrified of tripping over her shoes. Her mother had had to use makeup to cover up a bruise on her arm that she got from running into the doorway while playing with the maid’s children. She chided Kate for being so childish, and said that was not how ladies should be acting. Kate had groaned internally, but just promised her mother she would be more careful.
When Kate eventually does look up, her eyes skim right past Mr. Chavez, and straight to the girl standing behind him. She’s wearing a dark red dress, her hair pulled back with curls left to frame her face. Kate feels her cheeks heat up as their eyes meet, the girl (or as her mother would say, young woman) smiles at Kate. Her mother mistakes the reason for her blush, and gives what she thinks is a sly smile.
“Kate, have you been introduced to Mr. Chavez yet?” Her mother asks, placing a hand on her arm.
“Not formally, no.” Kate answers extending her hand towards him for her least favorite part of meeting people. He takes her gloved hand in his own bare own and places a kiss on it, Kate does her best not to cringe and instead smiles at him.
“Pleasure to finally meet you.” He says, letting go of her hand.
Kate crosses her hands behind her back, “Likewise.”
“This is my sister, America.” He says, stepping aside to introduce her.
Kate nods at her, giving a generic greeting. America replies with an equally as boring generic greeting.
They make it to the dinner table where Kate’s father joins them. If it were just Kate and Mr. Chavez there would no doubt be awkward silences. Fortunately, her mother is masterful at small talk and is able to keep a constant flow of conversation - even if it gets slightly awkward.
“Mr. Chavez I have to say, you’re quite a handsome man.” Her mother says, smiling as she looks between Kate and him.
“You’re the first woman to have said that to him.” America says dryly. Kate laughs and tries to muffle it by taking a sip from her glass of water. Her mother still gives her a look at the same time Mr. Chavez glares at America.
Kate’s father, another, slightly less skilled, master of small talk, interrupts the silence by asking Mr. Chavez about his business. Kate tunes it out, focusing on her food but still looking interested. She catches bits of his story, and decides she wouldn’t mind marrying him. He sounds like a mediocre man.
Once dinner is being cleared, Kate notices her parents share glances at each other.
“Kate, why don’t you go show America the gardens?” Her father asks her, Kate doesn’t hesitate to push away from the table. She knows what this is about, knows that after they leave her mother will offer to go help clean up in the kitchen (something she would otherwise never offer to do). Then her father will be able to have a few words with Mr. Chavez. Kate has no idea what her father talks about when he gets her suitors alone, but quite frankly she doesn’t give a shit.
She takes America outback to their gardens, leading her along the path that weaves through bushes and trellises.
“I hope you had a nice time tonight.” Kate says, fidgeting with her fingers where they’re interlocked behind her back.
“I’m not one for small talk.” America says, somehow managing to not sound rude but genuine.
“Well then what talk do you like?” Kate asks, her heart starts pounding without her permission. Although she doesn’t let herself get hopeful. The last time she tried to kiss another woman, she ended up having to bribe her into not telling anyone. But Kate’s getting something from America - or at least she thinks she is.
America stops walking, Kate stops as well and turns towards her. Kate looks her lips, then moves back up to America’s eyes; a gorgeous brown that Kate doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to look away from. America stares right back at Kate, increasing the tension between them.
“Any kind that’s not small.” America says, knowing that she’s giving a terrible answer. Kate laughs at it, agreeing with her.
“Small talk can be extremely awkward.” She says, recounting her experience with Mr. Chavez.
“It doesn’t have to be though.” America says, letting the corner of her lips curl up.
“I thought you said you didn’t like small talk?” Kate says. She feels like she flirting more now than she’s ever been able to with a man. She briefly wonders if that’s a metaphor for something.
“Not with most people.” America answers, “but I think you’re different Kate.” She says, Kate’s name rolling off her tongue in a way that sends a shiver down Kate’s spine.
Kate smiles at her, sending a quiet invitation. America reaches her hand up to cup Kate’s cheek, pressing a light kiss against Kate’s lips and then pulling away.
“I’m worried someone will see us.” America says, by way of explanation for the brevity of the kiss,
“I guess we’ll have to make plans to meet again then.” Kate says, already envisioning the different places they could meet.
America moves her hand from Kate’s cheek to her waist, giving a small squeeze, “I guess we will.”
Anyone know any healthy edible recipes? I’m trying to get a job as a trainer and am trying to stay away from smoking and brownies.
PussyWeedQueen Said:
try a salad
Abbi sighs as she stares at her laptop. She normally wouldn’t be doing something like this, she likes to frequent Pinterest for recipes but that had been unsurprisingly lacking in pot recipes. She doesn’t even smoke that often, so she doesn’t know what the point of this is. But it helps her calm down, and gets her through cleaning the men’s bathrooms after senior classes at Soulstice.
FitStoner89 Said:
If you’re not going to take this seriously, fuck off.
Ilana laughs at her screen, taking another bite of pizza.
“Dude, this person must have confused their weed for a stick because that’s what’s up their ass right now.” Ilana says to Jaime, who’s sitting across from her with his attention tuned to some crappy reality show.
“That’s unfortunate.” He says, not turning away.
PussyWeedQueen Said:
i am totes serious
just throw some marijuana in a bowl add a nice vinaigrette and u got a great dish
my friend susan loves it
FitStoner89 Said:
Wow, thanks for the help. Just letting you know you have been reported, asshole.
PussyWeedQueen Said:
chillaaxxx my dude i was just having a little fun
wish i could help but i dont know shit about eating healthy altho i could let you borrow my membership at this food co-op. maybe they have low cal weed there
FitStoner89 Said:
I’m actually going to fight you.
PussyWeedQueen Said:
okay name a time and a place
Abbi’s hands freeze over the keyboard, she actually wants to fight this person. She doesn’t know why the shitty comments are pissing her off so much, but she thinks could take this person. She has no idea what to make of the username, and no idea how strong this person could be. But she’s cleaned the windows during a kickboxing class, she thinks she’ll be able to handle herself.
FitStoner89 Said:
I will name a time AND a place. Meet me by the Friends fountain, five pm TOMORROW. I’ll be the girl with the ass of an angel wearing a green jacket.
PussyWeedQueen Said:
you kno thats not really the friends fountain right? the theme song was filmed on a soundstage sweaty :)))
PussyWeedQueen Said:
but okay, i’ll see you there. i’ll be the girl in a crop top and sick leggings
Ilana closes her laptop, turning her attention to the TV.
“Jaime, I’m gonna fight someone tomorrow.”
“Just don’t die, you’re the only gay friend I have here right now.” Jaime replies.
“Okay, tomorrow, after my fight, we are hitting up all the gay clubs.”
Abbi makes it to the fountain at 4:59, and starts looking around for a girl in crop tops and sick leggings. She sees someone in a crop top and almost runs over to her, high on adrenaline. But then she realizes she’s wearing shorts and not sick leggings.
She glances at her phone right as the time turns to five. She looks around again, this time spotting a girl talking to a man in scrubs. She’s wearing a mesh crop top and leggings covered in cats, which Abbi assumes is her definition of sick. She fast walks over to her, pumping herself up.
“Pussy Weed Queen?” She asks, bouncing on her heels.
The girl turns towards her, matching Abbi’s excitement. “Hell yeah it is!” She says, putting up her fists and punching the air, “You ready for me to kick your ass?”
The guy in scrubs starts to talk, “Ilana I don’t think this is -”
“Hell yeah I am!” Abbi yells back, before realizing what she said. “I mean, I’m ready to kick your ass. My ass is not getting kicked today.” She says, mimicking the girl’s - Ilana’s - movements.
“Okay, then let’s go motherfucker.”
Neither of them go, they just kind of stand there punching the air. Abbi hears the guy sigh.
Abbi stops moving, “I’m really scared. I’ve never fought anyone.” She says, still keeping an eye on Ilana’s fists.
“Oh my god, me neither.” Ilana says, letting her hands fall. “I was like ‘am I seriously doing this?’ and Lincoln was all ‘Ilana no stop!’ and I was like, ‘stop trying to control me, you man!’”
“Holy shit, I thought I was gonna die today” Abbi says laughing, “I can’t fight like at all.”
They laugh with each other before Ilana says, “Do you wanna go grab dinner? I know this great place that is super healthy but like cheap at the same time.” She pauses for a second, “Not like I care, but clearly you do Mrs. Fit Stoner89.”
“Well excuse me for trying to get my life together.” Abbi says, following Ilana as she starts walking away. The guy in scrubs, who Abbi assumes is Lincoln, follows too.
They get to the restaurant and Lincoln has barely said anything, which Abbi thinks is a little awkward. But her and Ilana haven’t had a lull in conversation, so maybe that’s why. She’s not sure who Lincoln is to Ilana, but she’s really hoping he’s not the boyfriend.
“Oh my god,” Ilana says, as she holds the door for Abbi. “You really do have the ass of an angel.”
Abbi smiles appreciatively at her, “I know right?”
Their meal seems to go by really quickly, both Abbi and Ilana unable to shut up as they eat. Turns out they’re both Jewish and have an affinity for Lil’ Wayne.
After they finish eating, Ilana folds her hands under her chin, “So,” She says, giving Abbi what she thinks is a seductive smile. “Do you think you’d wanna fight another time?” She asks, raising her eyebrows ridiculously.
Abbi plays along, winking at her badly, “Oh, I think I would.”
“Fit Stoner89 you have changed my life.” Ilana says, reaching across the table to squeeze Abbi’s cheeks.
“Just to be clear we’re talking about sex, right?” Abbi asks, Ilana still holding her cheeks.
“Yup, sex with two beautiful vahinas.” Ilana answers as she puts her hands back down.
After that, Lincoln (who Abbi definitely kind of forgot was there) stands up and drops some cash on the table, “I’m just gonna leave.”
“Oh my god, dude, I’m so sorry.” Abbi says, feeling super awkward all of a sudden.
“Oh it’s totally fine,” Ilana says, waving to Lincoln as he leaves, “We’re just chill fuck buddies.”
“Oh cool, cool.” Abbi says, glancing back down at the table.
“So you wanna head back to my place right now or do I have to take you to the movies first? Cuz I would totally respect that.” Ilana says, knocking a fist against her chest.
“Nope, let's go back to your place.” Abbi answers, probably a little too quickly.
As they leave the restaurant, Ilana’s hovers her hand over Abbi’s ass, “May I?” She asks, letting the door fall closed behind them.
“Go for it.” Abbi says laughing.
Ilana gives her ass a playful slap, “Sweeeet!” she yells, as they walk back towards her place.
Intro to Lesbian Paintball - Annie Edison/Britta Perry ~ 2.1k [ao3]
The school is dead silent, aside from the sound of the air conditioning. Britta could have sworn she heard someone run behind her, but she's locked herself in the study room and there's no way anyone is getting in here.
There's only three of them left. Jeff got out after he tried to attack Abed from behind, Troy shot Jeff in the chest before he could cause any harm. Pierce got Shirley, after distracting her with a crude joke. Troy and Abed went down in a blaze of glory after being attacked by the drama club.
Now it was just Pierce, Annie, and Britta. Britta decided early on that she was going to win this thing. Not just for the eternal glory but also because she was really short on rent this month. She (not so) accidentally blew all her money on spin class groupons that she didn't even use.
Britta opens the blinds, deciding it was better to keep a lookout and giveaway her spot. She had pushed the tables against both doors and now sat in the middle, holding her gun.
She waits there for what feels like an eternity, although it's probably more like twenty minutes.
Britta starts to drift off, she's been awake for almost 24 hours waiting out this game. Just as she's about to close her eyes, a rattling startles her awake.
She jumps out of her chair, aiming her gun at various points in the room.
"Who's there?" She asks, slowly turning in a circle. She can't see anyone in the halls and no ones jumping down from the ceiling (yes that hashappened). She's about to sit back down when Annie pushes herself out of the air vent.
"What the hell?" Britta yells, backing up and keeping her gun pointed at Annie. Annie stands up and immediately runs towards the windows while yelling at Britta not to shoot her.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." Britta says, raising her eyebrow and trying to sound tough. She keeps a close eye on Annie hands, making sure they don't start to reach for the gun tucked into the waistband of her skirt.
Annie continues scurrying around closing the blinds.
"Because," She says, pausing to finish her self appointed task. "I have a plan."
She smirks at Britta, who's still pointing the gun at her.
"Oh really? And is that plan to trap me in here with you so you can kill me?"
Annie moves a small shelf in front of the vent, then turns back to Britta, "Well I don't really have it all planned out yet. But I know that's definitely not part of it."
"You can put your gun down now." She says, crossing her arms and pursing her lips.
Britta scowls at her, lowering her gun but keeping both hands on it.
"Ugh, fine." Annie moves her hand slowly towards her waist band and pulls her gun out. Britta's hands shoot back up, her gun tracking Annie's movements as she sets her weapon on the ground.
"Happy?" She asks, taking a few steps away from it.
Britta doesn't reply, just slowly puts her gun on the ground as well, keeping her eyes glued to Annie.
They stand there in silence for a minute, both of them waiting for the other to try something.
Eventually Britta decides can't take the silence anymore.
"Okay, what's your plan?" She asks, crossing her arms.
"I think we should team up against Pierce."
~
After minimal cajoling, Britta agrees to split the prize money and team up with Annie. It'll still be enough to cover her rent, and maybe even another groupon, she's been thinking about getting an oxygen facial lately.
"So, now that I agreed to help you take down Pierce, you ready to share with me how we're actually gonna do for this?" Britta asks, sitting cross legged on the floor next to Annie, their guns pushed to the side of them.
"I'm not sure yet..." Annie answers, dragging out the "I'm" as her voice becomes higher, a tick Britta's learned means she's kind of freaking out.
"I risk my life for you, and you still don't have a freaking plan?"
Annie rolls her eyes, "You realize your life is not actually at stake here, right?"
"Yes, but my rent is!"
"That's your fault for buying shitty groupons! Was the five dollars off soul cycle even worth it?" Annie adds annoyingly aggressive quotation marks around soul cycle, like it's not a legitimate thing.
"It's not just exercise for your body, it's exercise for your mind !"
They've started yelling probably a little too loudly - Britta wouldn't be surprised if Pierce found out where they were. They stand there staring at each other, Britta's pretty sure Annie could kill someone with her eyes if she tried hard enough.
"Okay, let's just calm down and find a way to kick Pierce's ass."
"I don't think it will be that hard, we could probably just find him and kill him."
Britta wants to disagree with her, because that is literally the shittiest plan she's ever heard. It's not even really a plan at all, but she really wants this to be over with so she decides to suck it up and go with it.
"Okay, let's go find Pierce."
The hallways are destroyed, posters are torn down and the walls are barely visible. Britta reminds herself to come back and help the cleaning staff or at least give them a generous tip. Despite what people think she's not just all talk.
"Where do you think he is?" Annie asks, surveying their surroundings with her gun up.
"I feel like he's just taking a nap somewhere, and that's the only reason he's still alive."
Annie considers this for a minute, "That makes sense."
They keep walking, almost back to back.
"Let's check the cafeteria first." Britta says, taking a sharp turn in that direction.
The cafeteria is dead empty, just like the rest of the school. They check in all the corners, behind all of the tables and counters. Pierce is nowhere to be found, which Annie is kind of relieved about. She hasn't really mentally prepared herself for the intense face off that's bound to happen.
"Where next?" Annie asks, kicking a chair aside to see if anyone was behind it.
"No idea." Britta says, turning to leave. Annie follows her, struggling a little to keep up.
They're roaming the halls when they hear a door slam, they both turn in the direction of the sound to find nothing there. Britta starts making random motions with her hands, that Annie's sure have absolutely no meaning.
"What does that mean?" Annie whisper yells, gripping her gun tighter. They're both frozen staring in the direction of the noise.
"Hey guys."
Annie lets out a small scream at the feel of a hand on her shoulder. Britta would deny it but she definitely jumped a little bit.
"Abed!" Britta says when they turn around, "What are you doing here?"
"Troy and I decided this is an optimal time for playing hide and seek." He says, Britta glares at him. Normally, she wouldn't question that but she doesn't trust anyone right now. She doesn't even fully trust Annie yet.
"Oh really?" She asks, crossing her arms. It's better to look tough then be on defense, she decides.
"Yup. I have no idea where he is though."
Britta glances at Annie, who gives her a look that says she believes him. Britta doesn't know when she got so good at reading Annie's expressions. She's an easy person to read, Britta tells herself.
"Okay, well if you're not gonna help us then" Annie makes a shooing motion with her hand.
"See you later." He says, moving past them. Before he turns the corner, he turns back towards them and says, "Helping others when you're dead isn't allowed, so I'm not gonna tell you that Pierce is in Chang's room."
Britta pushes back a smile, "Thank you, Abed for not telling us that." Annie nods along with her.
"It was needed to move the plot along faster." Abed says before leaving.
~
"Are you ready for this?" Britta asks, staring at Annie. They're standing on either side of Chang's door, Annie glances in through the window. She can see Pierce covered in a blanket from god knows where and her and Britta have been quietly fighting over the best plan of attack for at least five minutes. Finally, they had decided on just running in and shooting him, which really should have been an easier conclusion to come to.
"Yes." Annie says, getting the competitive glint in her eyes that Britta has only seen on the rarest occasion, an occasion usually involving grades.
They burst through the door, guns firing at the blob on asleep at a desk. Before they've even gotten five shots in, the figure sits up to reveal that it's Chang.
"Ha!" He yells, "You've been Chang'd!"
Annie and Britta freeze, guns still pointing at Chang. Britta's cursing under her breath, and turns around just in time to see Pierce step out of the dark corner behind the door.
"I told you, we were gonna say they got Pierced. All you did was pretend to be asleep." Pierce says, his gun pointing at the ground.
Annie doesn't waste any time, "Freeze!" She points her gun at him and Britta follows suit.
Pierce finally wakes up and points his gun at both of them.
"You can't shoot both of us at the same time." Britta says, moving so both hands are holding her gun.
"And shouldn't you be disqualified? You're not allowed help from the dead." Annie says, eyeing the bright pink splatter of paint on Chang's shoulder.
"Oh, I wasn't helping him." Chang says, leaning back on the chair and crossing his arms, "I was just having a nice nap in my own classroom."
Annie makes a noise of disapproval and turns her full attention towards Pierce, who starts moving his hand to the trigger.
"You shoot I shoot." Britta says, Annie pretends not to notice the way Britta ever so slightly steps in front of her.
"Well, I guess we're gonna be here for a while then." Pierce says, unfazed.
"Well I guess we are." Annie says, straightening her posture.
They stand there for less than a minute before Chang gets up and leaves, "See you guys later. I'm bored."
None of them look in his direction, stuck in dead stares with each other.
Eventually, Annie whispers, "I have a plan."
"Oh so now you have a plan." Britta says, too focused on her witty response to realize how loud she's being. Pierce raises an eyebrow.
"It's weird. And kind of offensive." She says, her voice taking on that squeaky tone again.
Britta contemplates for a second, she has no idea what Annie's thinking. But how bad can it really be?
"Okay. Go for it." Britta says, then feels Annie's hands on her cheek. And suddenly she's turning towards Annie, whose lips are against her own andoh shit . Okay this is cool, Britta has a lesbian friend so she can deal with kissing girls and ignore the way her heart stops beating for a second.
It's not until she hears Pierce make a gross comment that she realizes what the point of this is. So Britta gets her shit together and pulls away from Annie, shooting Pierce in the chest and leaving a splattering of blue on his ugly old man shirt.
She shoots him a couple more times, "That's for the lesbians!" She says, before putting down her gun and turning back to Annie.
They high five each other, both their hearts racing.
"Nice plan, you're really good at -" Britta pauses glancing down at Annie's lips as her face starts to heat up, "distracting Pierce." She finishes.
"Thanks." Annie says smiling, "You're really good at distracting Pierce too."
~
After the celebration has died down and prize money has been distributed, Annie corners Britta in the hallway.
"So, we make a really good team." She says, gripping the straps of her backpack she had retrieved from the study room.
"Yeah, we do." Britta says, smiling at her. She should stop smiling so much, it's ruining her rep.
"We should maybe, figure out another time to, um distract Pierce." Annie adds in a cheesy wink that makes Britta smile again. Goddammit.
"That would be cool." Britta says, "Although you'd have to let me take you out for drinks first." She congratulates herself on the smoothness of that line.
"I think I could deal with that." Annie says, then continues walking.
Britta stands there stupidly, then Annie doubles back.
"Just to confirm we are talking about like kissing right not actually doing anything involving Pierce?" She asks.
Britta snaps out of the weird trance she had been in for those two Annie-less seconds, "Yes, yeah. No Pierce. At all, ever."
"Okay, cool, good."
Annie actually walks away this time, leaving Britta alone with her thoughts.
It only takes three dates for Britta to realize that she, is in fact the lesbian friend.
fic prompt: Finn is a coffee shop barista and Poe is a regular customer (even though he fucking hates coffee)
tysm for the prompt i feel alive
(ao3)
Like many other people who were blessed enough to have taste buds and any semblance of sense, Poe Dameron buys coffee very rarely and for only one reason. The reason being, if he's running on less than five hours of sleep and decides it's absolutely necessary to his health and the health of others that he has some type of caffeine. Preferably a lot. With coffee, it's either go big and chug as much of the horrid shit as you can or go home and get an extra half hour of sleep. Other than that, there is absolutely no reason to buy coffee that doesn't taste like a milkshake.
Although, if he's being honest there may be another reason to buy coffee. A really adorable and funny reason. A reason with a great laugh who always draws a little smiley face on his drink. Poe chooses to ignore the second reason, because it's embarrassing and not even really a reason.
Poe walks into the coffee shop to find Rey standing behind the counter instead of Finn (not that he's learned their names). He tries not to let his disappointment show, because Rey honestly has just as great of a laugh, but she never draws smiley face on his drink. Which, okay, he's a grown man - he can probably live without that.
"Give me all the caffeine you have." He says, once he gets to the front of the line and reaches Rey.
"I'll see what I can do." She says, writing his name on a cup then tapping something into the register. Finn walks in from the back, carrying a stack of cups.
"Poe Dameron!” He says, greeting him with a smile as he sets down the cups. Poe moves away from the register, Finn leaning across the counter to talk to him.
"How have you been? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you." Finn says, leaning away and grabbing a cup that Rey hands him.
"I was here just last week." Poe answers with a laugh, although it does feel like a while. Rey had started to get suspicious at the amount of times his wifi stopped working, saying that if it's causing him that much trouble he should just buy a new router. Poe rolled his eyes and Finn laughed. He now has a list of excuses to come to the coffee shop that don't involve getting coffee, ranging from buying crappy jazz CDs to wanting to look at some mediocre wall art. Rey sees through all of them, and he's starting to think that Finn does too but is just too nice to say anything.
"Oh, right." Finn says, pausing as if he's trying to remember their last meeting. They stand in silence, Poe patiently waiting for Finn to finish making his order.
Once he gets his drink, Poe says goodbye to Finn and waves at Rey who waves back and continues taking a customer's order.
Just before Poe gets to the door Finn calls out, "Wait, Poe!"
For a split second, Poe thinks this is it, this is the big dramatic moment they've (namely, Poe) have all been waiting for. Finn’s going to confess his true feelings and there's probably going to be applause.
Poe walks back to the counter where Finn reaches out for his hand while Poe internally loses his shit. Everything seems to move in slow motion until Finn grabs his drink and oh. He was reaching for the cup, not his hand okay cool cool that's fine. No biggie. Who needs big declarations of feelings anyways? Definitely not Poe Dameron.
"You forgot something." Finn says, and oh wait okay it's back on, Poe probably forgot Finn's number which he is now about to write on the cup. Finn grabs the marker from behind his ear and scribbles something onto it. Something that is definitely not his number. Unless his number is ":)". But still, it's incredibly adorable and almost as good as getting his number. Almost.
It's raining really fucking hard. Like, so hard, Poe is kind of pissed he spent so much time on his hair this morning only to have all that (very expensive) product be washed out of it. But the good thing is, he now has a very good excuse to go inside some where and oh look at that the closest place just happens to be the coffee shop Finn works at.
"Lookin' sharp today, Dameron." Rey says when Poe walks in, shivering slightly because he's a fucking idiot who decided he would be fine without a jacket today. Poe doesn't dignify her with a response, and instead puts an overpriced granola bar on the counter, "Just this."
Rey glances down then back up at him, "Sure you don't want something warm, like a coffee?", she asks, smirking at him.
Poe frowns at her, "Oh my god." He says, shaking his head, "You know, don't you?"
"Know that you hate coffee and only come in here to talk to Finn? Yeah it's kind of obvious"
"Hey, I come in here to see you too." He says, and it's true, she’s got a great sense of humor and Poe kind of loves hanging out with her. (Even if hanging out means him ordering a coffee.)
Rey smiles at him then scans the granola bar, "Enjoy your meal.", she says dryly.
Finn walks out of the back again, holding a stack of cups. Always with the cups. Poe has no idea how such a small coffee shop uses so many goddamn cups.
"Oh my god, Poe," Finn says, taking in Poe's appearance. "You look freezing, hold on let me get you a jacket."
Poe doesn't have time to protest before Finn's disappeared again, and Rey's laughing silently at him.
"Shut up." He mutters, as Finn comes back out with a brown leather jacket.
"Here, you can borrow this." He says, tossing it over the counter at Poe.
Poe catches it, "Thanks, buddy." Finn smiles at him. He really does have the best smile.
Poe shows up the next day, with another good excuse (he's on a fucking roll). He decides he has to return Finn's jacket right this instant, because if not he'll definitely forget it.
Poe finds Finn cleaning off tables, "Here's your jacket back."
Finn looks up from the table, smiling at Poe. "You should keep it, it's a good look for you." He says, "Makes you look all dangerous and mysterious." Poe laughs, not sure how a jacket can make someone look dangerous. "Although would you remember to wear it? You seem to forget jackets a lot."
"That was one time." Poe replies, forcing back a smile.
"Okay, sure." He says, then continues cleaning off the table.
Poe stands there awkwardly a moment before interrupting the silence.
"Finn -"
"Poe -"
They both start at the same time, Finn laughs lightly, "You go first."
"No, you." Poe says, and Finn obliges.
"Okay," Finn pauses, rubbing the back of his head. Poe sees him glance over his shoulder, probably at Rey. "I was just wondering if, you might wanna go get coffee sometime?"
Poe can't help but let out a laugh and he hears Rey do the same.
"I mean, it's fine if you don't want to I was just you know wondering. It's chill, no big deal." Finn rambles, a blush starting to cover his cheeks.
"No it's just, I was about to tell you that I fucking hate coffee. And only come in here to - you know - see you."
Finn stops his rambling to laugh, "Are you kidding me?"
"No, sadly I'm not." Poe answers. "But we could go get like...falafels or something." he adds.
Finn smiles at him, his eyes crinkling and his teeth showing, "Falafels sound great."
this dream isn’t feeling sweet - Luke Skywalker/Han Solo T ~1k [ao3]
Luke walks into Han's room, only to be hit with the disgusting smell of weed. He cringes and looks to see Han sprawled on the floor, leaning against his bed, joint pressed against his lips.
"Aren't we landing soon?" Luke asks, eyeing him carefully. He's not about to let Han try and land the Falcon while he's stoned off his ass.
"Not til tomorrow." He answers, letting out a puff of smoke.
Han jerks his head to the right of him, an invitation. Luke hesitates for half a second before joining him on the floor. There's less than a foot between them, but neither of them reaches out to touch the other. There's been an awkward distance between them the past few days, ever since they'd made the decision to take Luke back home and leave Han free to continue smuggling. At the time it seemed like the best choice, Luke wasn't sure he could handle anymore of the bullshit that comes with this type of life. But now -
"You want a hit?"
Luke glances at the blunt in Han's hand, then at the look he's giving him, a challenging smirk. A piece of Han's hair is falls over his hazy eyes, leaving Luke with a tightness in his chest he wants so badly to ignore.
Luke takes the blunt, Han's fingers lightly brushing over his own as he does.
Luke presses the thin paper to his lips, he takes in a slow breath, trying his best to be careful. He still ends up coughing the smoke right back out. He hears Han let out a soft laugh, and then feels a hand rubbing against his back. It might be the first time they've touched in days.
"Not bad for your first time, kid." Han says, "Try again."
Luke rolls his eyes, but he's fairly sure Han doesn't see. He tries again anyways, this time managing to keep the smoke down for longer. He lets out a slow breath, watching the smoke fill the room fill the air and already feeling it taking its effect.
"You should open a window...or something." Luke says as the smoke spreads throughout the room.
Han shrugs, taking the joint back from Luke and pressing it to his own lips.
Luke figures one of them will get up and open the door. Eventually.
Luke turns to watch Han let out a puff of smoke, getting distracted by the way his lips form an O.
"See something you like?" Han asks sarcastically, his drawl becoming even more pronounced with his tired tone.
Luke can't help but let out a laugh, feeling the tension that had hung between them dissipate. It feels so good to have things normal again, Luke almost doesn't care that they had to be high to get here.
Han smiles lazily as he watches Luke, their eyes meet and they stare at one another, it almost feels like something is about to happen, until Luke starts laughing again.
Luke leans back against the bed, his cheeks turned pink and trying to catch his breath. Han leans back right after, both of them staring at the ceiling. Neither of them say anything as Han moves to twine his fingers with Luke's. Luke's not thinking about anything except the heat Han's leaving in his hand, it might be the happiest he's felt in a while. Luke closes his eyes, focusing on the way Han's calloused hand feels in his own. He tries not to think about the fact that he may not feel it again for a while. Or ever.
Han gives his hand a squeeze before pulling it away. Luke keeps his head thrown back and eyes closed, deciding he doesn't have enough energy to do anything just yet.
He hears Han shift around before saying, "C'mere."
Luke opens his eyes which feel heavier than they should, and moves slowly so he's sitting crossed legged mirroring Han.
"Do you trust me?" Han asks, moving forward so their knees are touching.
"Yes." Luke answers, and they both know he means more than just in this moment. Neither of them mention it.
Han takes a hit before leaning forward, Luke leans to meet him in the middle. Han rests a hand on Luke's cheek, bringing him closer to him. Luke opens his mouth when he feels Han's lips against his own, somewhere in his haze recognizing Han's plan here. Han breathes the smoke into Luke's mouth, Luke barely notices because he's so focused on Han's lips. He wants to reach his hands up and hold Han there, the firm pressure of his lips bringing a comfort he doesn't like admitting he needs. But Han pulls away, his hand lingering long enough for his thumb to brush across Luke's cheek. Luke waits a beat, imagining the smoke swirling in his lungs before turning to blow it out.
Luke takes the joint from Han, pressing it against the duracrete floor to put it out. He leaves it on the floor, then turns to pull Han back to him.
He presses his lips against Han's, grateful for being able to keep them there. Han moves them so they're leaning against the bed again, him leaning over to reach Luke's mouth. Luke gets lost in the feel of Han. His face heats up at the way Han holds it, his fingers feel electric as he runs them through Han's hair. And the way Han's tongue intertwines with his own makes him feel like every part of him is burning up.
Luke moves his hand from Han's hair down to his chest, his fingers dancing over the hot skin exposed by his shirt. Everything feels perfect. Luke's breath starts to shorten - he must have forgotten to breathe. Suddenly everything is too perfect, they're both burning up and every thing is too much.
Luke breaks away from Han with a gasp, trying to catch his breath.
"What are we doing?" Luke asks, Han's hand still pressed against his face. He's leaving tomorrow. Han's leaving tomorrow. Everythings changing tomorrow and here they are making out like a couple of teenagers.
"Luke," Han says breathlessly, slightly tightening his grip on Luke's face. Neither of them know what to say. They both decided it would be better if they went their separate ways.
"We'll figure it out, we always do." Han says finally, looking at Luke expectantly. They both know it's bullshit, they never figure anything out.
"Yeah, we'll figure it out." Luke says, leaning to press his lips back against Han's.
Han makes a half hearted noise of affirmation, as their lips meet again. Luke tries his best to get lost in the taste and feel of Han, while committing every part of him to memory. The way he smiles into the kiss if Luke runs his hands through his hair, or how he'll move his hand to Luke's waist and pull him closer, so they can both feel each other breathe.
Luke takes one of Han's hands and weaves their fingers together, holding onto him like his life depends on it.
Rosa tries to bury herself further into her jacket, she only has a few more blocks to the subway and she's positive she can tough it out. It's been a weird day and she wants - no needs- to get away from the office as soon as possible. Rain be damned. She's only managed to make it a few feet outside of the building before she hears Amy calling after her. "Rosa!" She turns around to find Amy holding an umbrella and staring at her expectantly. "You can't walk home like that." She says, stepping towards her. Rosa keeps walking. "I'm doing it right now, so I'm pretty sure I can." Amy rolls her eyes, Rosa pretends not to notice. "Here," She says, stepping closer and bringing her umbrella with her. "I'll walk with you."
"Fine."They walk in silence, occasionally bumping shoulders. As much as Rosa hates to admit it, Amy gets her. She seems to always know when Rosa doesn't feel like talking.Rosa stops feeling so grateful when they get to the stairs leading down to the subway and Amy breaks the silence. "Look, about what happened to day -" She starts, Rosa interrupts her. "It's fine." She tells her. Because it really is fine. Rosa doesn't mind that she walked into the break room only to over hear Amy talking about her with Jake. Talking about how much she liked her. And how much she wanted to hold her hand and other romantic bullshit. Quite frankly, it was disgusting. So disgusting Rosa had to ignore the way her cheeks heated up and her stomach flipped when Amy said, "And those leather jackets. Is she trying to kill me, Jake?" "Is it really?" Amy asks, stress filtering into her voice. Rosa glances away, she wants to leave and not have to deal with this ever again. She could theoretically run down the stairs and be on her way home, feelings successfully ignored. But Amy would probably assume she was mad at her and then things would be awkward at work and then Jake would say something weird and Rosa would apply for a transfer just to get away from Amy's disgustingly adorable face. "Yes. It's really fine." Rosa answers. "There are worse things that could have happened." Then, because Rosa is an adult and can handle adult emotions, she presses a kiss against Amy's cheek. But since Rosa is Rosa and still really can't handle emotions of any kind, she jogs down the stairs and tries not to think about how pink Amy's cheeks had gotten.
