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#so. friend and i went to a fare (? feria . whatever. goth feria. everything normal 157 degrres celsius we dying out here but like#random girl sent out lITTLE BROTHER. (!) to ask for my friends ig and like ok thats fine sometimes happens to ppl but like#this is the friend i have a crush on [im in love] [shes aware] [not that im in love -i dont think so- but that i like her]#and ok sometimes it happens ppl have asked me as well in the past#but she just comented that the girl has already messaged her like disguised in like [? a joke ['we will never know if we won the raffle'#'maybe i should ask the girl which numbers won']#but like. please. dont say this to me. please. youre torture#she keeps on doing shit like this#dont talk to me about it at least#because it feels just amazing to know that any random stranger [that looks kinda just like me] is a better potential partner than me [your#best friend who loves n cares about you and has done so much for you on the time weve known each other i dont think anyone ever has before#and who you connect with perfectly and have told unbelievable things [tinged in romantic] then left heartbroken bc ypure too fucking stupid#to take into account my feelings]#so ok. feels great. anyway....#PLEASE someone make me forget about her i cant keep doing this#spikeposting#tw antiloveposting
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somebody to you
alexia putellas x reader
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Youâre not a footballer and knowing that your girlfriend is one of the best footballers in the world⊠you definitely think Alexia deserves better than you. Maybe someone like her exâWorld Cup winner, Jenni Hermoso.
; angst, fluff
When you first met your girlfriend, Alexia, you had no idea who she was.
Football was the last thing you could ever be interested in. How were you supposed to know that the blonde in front of you was one of the best footballers in the world?
Whenever you recall back to that moment, you could still remember every single detailâher hair up in a messy ponytail, a pair of sunglasses resting on top of her head, and her faded grey sweatshirt paired with light blue jorts. (Who the hell wore jorts?) Not to mention the permanent scowl etched on her face. She made smiling seem like a chore.
When it was her turn to order and all she did was point to the menu to show you what she wanted, you frowned because, a) that was so rudeâhow hard was it to say that she wanted a hot chocolate? but b) she looked so damn hot and you were a sucker for pretty, bratty girls.Â
She was perfect.
When you decided to shoot your shot and wrote your number on her cup (and a note that went: you should smile more often, I havenât seen it, but Iâd bet that itâs the most beautiful smile in the world x), you didnât think sheâd do anything about it.Â
Imagine your surprise when you received a text from an unknown number later that night.
hola
I just wanted to tell you to do better with your pick-up line
That was a few months ago and now you could confidently say that Alexiaâs smile was indeed the most beautiful smile in the world.Â
It was tough to break down her walls at first, Alexia always exuded a nonchalant vibe, only smiled when she had to, and didn't look like she enjoyed whatever it was you two were doing.Â
You were never a quitter though. So you kept on texting her, asking if she wanted to go for another date.Â
She kept on saying yes and that was when you knew that underneath her indifferent mood, she enjoyed your little dates.
Her tough exterior was merely a front and your suspicions were confirmed when one night, she started laughing so hard mid-sentence, causing you to stop whatever it was you were doing because wow, you could listen to her laughter on repeat for the rest of your life.
âY/N,â she grabbed your face in her hands, gently rubbing your cheeks, her laughter fading into a gentle, warm smile on her face. âYouâve been so patient with my grumpiness. That is a talent.â
âAle, I really like you,â you chuckled. âThat includes your grumpiness.â
âIâm not always like this,â she confessed. You only looked at her in confusion before she told you everything. Who she was, what Alexia Putellas meant to the world, and most importantly, her ACLâthe injury that caused her to lose sight of the world for a bit.
âI was just so angry with the world, even now that Iâve healed, I still hated that it happened to me because I missed out for months, I missed out on so many moments. So the bitterness likes to reappear every now and then⊠That, and I donât really trust people so easily; people usually want something from me. I didnât know what you wanted from me.â
âAle⊠I had no idea who you were,â you gave her a sheepish smile. âWhich might be stupid of me, now that I think about it. I mean, I should know you, shouldnât I? Youâve won that balloon football award or whatever and itâs ridiculous that I have no idea whoââ
You were cut off by a pair of lips crashing into your own. Alexia silencing all your worries with the softest kiss, her strawberry chapstick was all you could taste. She pulled away to rest her forehead against yours, eyes staring at you intently, your favourite smile on display. âI donât care that you donât know who I am, Y/N. In fact, I love it. You treat me so normally. Eres mi favorita.â
You couldnât help the grin on your face. âAm I? You wanna be my girlfriend then, Putellas?â
When all she did was flash you her signature smirk, her eyebrows raised, and an âask me in a more romantic way, por favorâ thrown your wayâthat was when you realized that youâd broken down her walls completely, and oh you were insufferable. Because the way she looked at you? The way her eyes lit up, her lips slowly curling into a stupidly perfect grin? People would go to war to have someone look at them like that.
You were so head over heels in love with Alexia.
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Being Alexiaâs girlfriendâor wag, as you learned of the term on the internetâwas more than you could ever dream of.
You still worked part time at the café where you two met while juggling your studies to finish your master degree. On weekends, you would support Alexia on her games. Cheering her on, not caring about anything else except when Alexia had the ball on her feet.
You were happy in the bubble you and Alexia created.
That was until one Saturday night, you were seated at your usual seat at the stadium among friends and families of the players, when someone plopped down on the seat next to you.
You still werenât that familiar with football, having only been to ten games in total. You knew the rules, you knew a couple of Alexiaâs teammates after stalking them online (you two were still keeping your relationship a secret from everyone else), but that was mostly it.Â
So you didnât know who the person next to you was until she offered a small smile, outstretching her hand for you to shake.
Jenni.
The name was a bit familiar, so was her face. You couldnât quite place where youâve seen her before though.
âWho do you know on the team?â her voice brought you out of your daydream, wracking your brain on why she looked familiar.
âUhm,â you stuttered. Right. This was the friends and family section, you couldnât sit here if you didnât know anyone. âAlexia.â
Jenni was surprised, you could tell with the way her eyes widened for a split second, not expecting your answer. âFriend of Aleâs, huh?â
You didnât like how she said your girlfriendâs name. With that hint of⊠fondness. You suddenly felt a possessive feeling growing in your chest and you just wanted to tell everyone that Alexia is yours.
Jenni stared at the field, her eyes fixating on Alexia. You could see an affectionate smile on her face and that was when it clicked. Youâve seen her on Alexia's Instagram before. Jenni used to be her teammate at Barcelona before she moved to Mexico.
You knew this because in the picture, Jenni was smiling at Alexia the same way. And even though your Spanish wasnât spectacular, you remembered reading the paragraph Alexia wrote for Jenni and getting the hint at how close they were with how Alexia seemed to think so highly of Jenni.
âYouâre her teammate, yeah?â
Jenni turned back to look at you, nodding. âI donât play for Barça anymore, but we still play on the national team together.â
âCool.âÂ
Jenni gave a small laugh. âYou donât know much about football, do you?â
You grimaced, âIs it that obvious?â
âDonât worry about it,â she patted your arm in what was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it made you feel even more stupid and out of place in this whole stadium, where everyone knew what they were getting into when they bought tickets to the game. âItâs just thatânot trying to sound arrogant or anythingâbut usually people know who I am because I used to play for this team. So you not recognizing me straight away gave me the clue that youâre probably not a Culer.â
You furrowed your eyebrows. âCuler?â
âFans of the club.â
âAh.â You were definitely not a Barcelona fan. You were a fan of your girlfriend though, and if that meant you had to be a Culer or whatever it was, then you would be.
So when you laid down in Alexiaâs bed that night, you mentioned to her that starting from today, you were a Culer. She burst out laughing and you can feel her grip you tighter, having your face completely smashed against her neckânot that you minded, you had always felt so content being pressed up against Alexia.
âMi amor,â she cooed, looking down to face you, her hand finding its way to its favourite resting place on your cheek. âWhen did you learn that?â
You rolled your eyes playfully, starting to feel a bit insecure at this whole thing. âWell, weâve been dating for three months nowânext week it would be fourâand I still donât know shit about football, but, Ale⊠Iâd be a Culer for you.â
Alexia giggled and pecked your lips, smiling your favourite smile of hers (the one that made her eyes sparkle and the small dimples on her cheek to come out).
âYouâre perfect, did you know? I love you whether youâre a Culer or not.â
âHm,â you pretended to be deep in thought. âThen what if I become a Real Madrid fan?â
Alexia gave you an unimpressed look. âDonât push it.â
âIâm going to Madrid next week with a couple of my friends and maybe I could catch a gameââ
And Alexia did what had become her favourite thing to do: interrupting your ramble with a kiss. You had a love-hate relationship with the gesture, because while you do love having her soft lips on yours, it was so annoying to be cut off mid-sentence.
You never complained though. Youâd happily get interrupted if it meant having Alexia kiss you like you were the last person on earth.
That night, you buried your uneasiness as a result of your encounter with Jenni deep, deep inside.
(You didnât know just how important Jenni was to Alexia.)
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Jenni was in town for a couple of days, youâd later learn.
You would usually go to Alexiaâs after you were done for the day, mostly spending the night at hers. That was why Alexia ended up giving you a spare keyâso you would be able to come as you please.
It wasnât unusual for you to have to use your spare key. What was unusual was the sight of Jenni sitting on your girlfriendâs couch, looking surprised at you barging into your girlfriendâs home.
âHiâŠâ you gave an awkward small wave at her, closing the door behind you as you slowly stepped inside the apartment.
âOh! Y/N, right?â Jenni stood up to face you and you could tell that this was very much awkward for her as it was for you. âNice to meet you again.â
You gave her your best smile, trying your hardest not to be rude as you scan the place for any sight of your favourite blonde. âIs⊠Alexia here?â
âI have no idea where she is honestly,â at that you couldnât help the way your eyebrows rose to the top of your head. âIâm in Barcelona for a couple of days. I was supposed to meet her tomorrow morning for breakfast but I donât think Iâll be able to make it. So I figured Iâd meet her tonight instead. I have an extra key soâŠâ
You didnât like what you were hearing at all, but you kept your cool. That was the jealousy inside of you, you knew this. Jenniâs a friend. You really should tone down your green-eyed monster.
âWhat are you doing here?â It was Jenniâs turn to ask you.Â
âI, too, have a spare key,â you intended to joke about the situation, but your tone felt off and Jenni can sense it too.Â
Jenni had a lot of questions, you could tell. It was easy to read the emotions on her face.Â
You had to remind yourself that she didnât know you were dating Alexia. She didnât know that you basically spent more nights here than at your own place. It was natural to be curious as to why there was a random girl showing up at your best friendâs house at 10 pm, with her own sets of keys nonetheless.
Wanting to get out of the awkward situation, you excused yourself, saying youâd meet Alexia some other time, bidding Jenni goodbye.
You texted Alexia a simple good night once you settled in your bed.Â
When Alexia responded back with a short text back, sweet dreams, mi amor, and not a phone call asking why you werenât in her bed, you let that feeling of uneasiness return to the surface.
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You didnât get to overthink for too long because when you wake up, it was because you felt your bed dip and the familiar scent of your girlfriend engulfing you as she settled behind you.
âBon dia,â Alexia whispered, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you to her. âI missed you last night.â
You turned around to burrow your face into her collarbones, letting out a content sigh. âMissed you too.â
âJenni told me you visited my place but left immediately.â
At the mention of her name, you froze. What a way to ruin the moment. âYeah,â was all you replied, which was weird to Alexia considering how talkative you were in the mornings.
âWhy didnât you wait for me, bebita? You always wait for me even when Iâm not home.â
You shrugged, âJenni was there already.â
Alexia went still for a moment, which you thought was odd.
You wanted so badly to keep quiet, but theÂ
nagging feelings that you couldnât shake grew stronger. âShe has a spare key too. Do you just go around giving keys to your apartment to everyone? I thought I was special,â you chuckled, meaning it to be a joke, waiting for Alexia to respond with her usual snarky retort.
When Alexia didnât say anything, you pulled back from her, looking up to stare at her face. She was looking anywhere but you.
âAle? Iâm only kidding. I know sheâs your friend.â
Alexia cleared her throat, âYou seeâŠâÂ
You sat up, something about her tone brought up that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.
âJenniâs my ex.â
Ah. That definitely burst the bubble youâd carefully created.
You gave a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âSo your ex still has a key to your place,â you stated. You were about to swallow your sentence when you suddenly felt anger rising in your chest with how blindsided you were. âDid she spend the night?â
Alexia looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You felt sick.
âThatâs a yes.â
âAmorâŠâ
You shook of her touch and went to stand up. You looked at the blonde in your bed and you felt your heart crushed. You hated how Alexia looked like a kicked puppy, immediately scrambling to chase after you once she realized you were leaving the room.
âY/N, itâs not what you thinkââ
âYour ex still has a key to your place and she stayed the night,â you were mostly repeating it to yourself, trying to wrap your head around the fact somehow.
âShe slept on the couch!â Alexia interjected. âNothing happened, amor, I swear.â
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You didnât want to fight with Alexia. Besides, deep down you knew that Alexia wasnât the type of person to be unfaithful.
âOkay,â you relented, opening your fridge with the aim of making breakfast, trying to busy yourself with something that wasnât looking at your girlfriend.
Alexia didnât seem convinced that youâd drop the subject just like that. âThere's nothing going on between Jenni and I. She's a good friend.â
You grabbed an empty bowl. âOkay.â You scooped some yogurt out of its jar and placed a spoonful in your bowl. Jenniâs a good friend. Just a friend.
âMi vida⊠I know itâs⊠weird? To still be friends with an ex, butâŠâ
You poured some granola on top of your yogurt. Who the hell stayed friends with their ex? Alexia. Sweet, lovely Alexia.Â
Looking down at your bowl and seeing a sad, miserable breakfast (just like how you were feeling), you pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a small headache coming through. You felt like crying but that seemed pathetic so you shoved the feeling away. Jenni was an ex, but she was a good friend. You had to live with that.
âI trust you, Ale,â you sighed. âIf you say sheâs a good friend, then I trust you.âÂ
She went up behind you and rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms encircling your waist. âI love you,â she whispered into your shoulder, placing a kiss on the exposed skin. âI really do. Jenni and I broke up ages ago.â
They broke up ages ago. That was grand. You were fine. People stayed friends with their ex and nothing happened. Right?
When you didnât say anything else, just continuing to stare at your breakfast, Alexia poked your side. âHey,â she placed a peck on your back. âPlease donât be mad.â
âIâm not mad, love.â More like jealous. Or fucking devastated that your girlfriendâs ex was a sexy footballer just like herself. How could you ever compete with that?
âY/N,â Alexiaâs voice brought you out of your thoughts. âBabygirl.â
At that you couldnât help the laughter that escaped your lips. You turned around to face her, her arms stayed trapping you against the counter. âPlease don't call me that ever again.â
âWhy?â Alexia smirked, her face inching closer to yours.Â
âI hate it, Ale, por favor,â you groaned.Â
Alexia grinned at you, pecking your lips âHm. I love when you speak Spanish.â
And when Alexia kissed you, any thoughts of your girlfriendâs ex escaped your brain completely.Â
Alexia chose you. So what if she still hung out with her ex? Plenty of people do. Plus, you trust Alexia. You had nothing to worry about.
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Apparently it wasnât Alexia you had to worry about. It was yourself. You were your own worst enemy and all that.
You didnât mean to let the thoughts run loose.
When Jenni left for Mexico, you were elated. No more running into your girlfriendâs ex and no more ex-girlfriend trying to steal your girlfriendâs time away from you.
You didnât factor in the fact that Alexia and Jenni were national teammates. So when international break came and both Alexia and Jenni were called up to camp in PortugalâŠÂ
You felt like you were going crazy.
You knew you were being dumb, but you couldnât help it. You didn't think that Alexia would cheat on youâthat possibility never crossed your mind.
You just couldnât help but feel incomparible to Jenni.
That was how you went into a rabbit hole of watching every Alexia and Jenni videos on the internet.
It was a mistake, really. A stupid, terrible mistake, because you could see how well they fit together.
Their chemistry on and off the field were something else, you kinda felt stupid to think that Jenni was the one ruining your relationship when it could very well be that you were the one preventing Alexia from being with someone who truly gets her.
Because you were sure that Jenni understood Alexia in ways that you may never do. They had been through thick and thin togetherâAlexiaâs injury, the issue with the Spanish Federationâthey won countless of football championships together, for god's sake.
And how exactly were you supposed to compete with that? Alexia lived and breathed football, you wouldnât step foot inside a football match if your girlfriend wasn't on the team.
You didnât get this world of hers and you knew that you never would.Â
Unlike Jenni. This was her world already.Â
They'd be perfect togetherâthey were perfect together.
You hated how you were able to let your thoughts spiral as you stared at another video of Jenni looking at Alexia like she was the only person in the room.
You knew Alexia loved you, you had no doubt about that, and you loved her too. But maybe Jenni could love her better.
Jenni was perfect for Alexia in ways that you werenât. With that thought replaying in your head, you turned off your phone and kept it locked inside your drawer.
You were never one to be obsessed with your phone, having gone days without it and being absolutely fine. So that was what you did. Mostly because you didn't want to talk to Alexia.
You couldnât handle it if Alexia came to the same realization as youâthat you were nothing compared to Jenni and she could very much just get back together with her ex.
Just imagining it crushed your heart into bits so you tried your best to push it away as you went through your day.
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Alexia decided to leave camp a day earlier than she was supposed to. She said she had a family emergency to attend to, which was true, considering you had yet to respond to any of her calls or texts. She mustâve sounded so desperate to return back to Barcelona, causing them to reluctantly let her go.
She got on the first plane available and went straight home. Usually you would stay over at hers when she was out of town, claiming that you always missed her when she wasnât around and having her scent engulf you was the next best thing.
However, when Alexia entered her apartment and there were no signs of you, she dropped her bag and hurriedly got into her car to drive to yours. She thanked god that your place was only five minutes away.Â
Quickly putting her car into park, she tried to regulate her breathing and convinced herself that you were fine.Â
You were fine. You had to be. You were fine when Alexia left for the airport just a week ago.
With the thought that you maybe broke your phone or lost it, Alexia inserted the spare key you gave her and unlocked the door.
You werenât in the living room. Or the kitchen. So that left one more place. Knocking softly on your bedroom door, she called out your name. When she didnât get a reply, she let herself in.
No one was there, or in the bathroom. Sighing to herself, she made her way back to the living room and laid down on the couch.
Alexia was never the one to cry easily but she really wanted to. She had no idea where you were, or if you were safe. Never had she felt so helpless before.
This was maybe her fault for wanting to keep you two a secret.
Now she couldnât contact any of your friends because she didnât know them.
She took a deep breath and willed herself to focus on where you could be. The cafĂ© you work at, perhaps? But it was a Sunday and you didnât work on Sundays because Alexia didnât have anything to do either and Sundays were your lounging-around-in-bed-until-lunch-time type of days.
Maybe you were at the library. You were going to have your exams next week. Alexia already had your schedule memorized. But it was nearing midnight and you neverâ
âAle?â you couldnât help the surprise in your tone. âArenât you supposed to still be at camp?â
Alexia jumped a foot in the air, mostly because she didnât hear you come in and was scared shitless but also because oh my god, she could finally breathe now that you were okay.Â
Alexia immediately wrapped her arms around you, she felt like she never wanted to let you go. Ever. âAnd youâre supposed to reply to my calls, amor.â
Well.Â
âMy phoneâs broken.â
Alexia pulled back and looked at you, her face telling you that she didnât quite believe you.Â
âMy phoneâs lostâŠ?â you tried again, giving her a sheepish smile. You were starting to feel bad for ignoring her.
Alexia only sighed in response, dropping on the couch and pulling you to sit on her lap. âIâm just glad youâre okay, mi vida. I was really worried.â
You felt even guiltier now. âIâm sorry, I didnât think youâd be.â
You were taken aback at the look of pure disbelief on Alexiaâs face at your words. You really didnât think sheâd worry about youâwith having to go to training everyday, hanging out with her national teammates, having Jenni around.
âThatâsâŠâ Alexia shook her head, trying to get her words out. âThatâs ridiculous, amor. Why would I not be worried about you?â
You shrugged. âYouâre busy, love. Iâd understand.â
Alexia quickly shook her head, you were afraid she'd get whiplash with how frantic her movements were. âI am always busy during camp, sĂ, but never too busy enough for you? Did I do something to make you feel like I would not have time for you? I didnât realizeââ
Now it was your turn to silence her with a kiss, which was a rare occurrenceâcool, calm Alexia never rambled.
You felt her sigh against your mouth, her whispers of a soft âte amo muchoâ made you go completely limp in her arms.
âYou didnât do anything wrong,â you reassured her. âItâs just me, donât worry about it.â
âI will always have time for you and I will always worry about you. Because I love you.â
You smiled at her, despite having the worst feeling in the pit of your stomach you still believe her whenever she said it to you. âI love you too, Ale. Iâm sorry for worrying you.â
She was still looking at you with worry etched on her face. âAnything else on your pretty mind?âÂ
You felt that if you voiced your thoughts out loud, youâd sound like a crazy, jealous girlfriend and you didnât want that. So you simply said nothing and laid your head on her chest.
This was fine. You were in Alexiaâs arms. Jenni was far away in Mexico. (Well, Portugal right now, but sheâd eventually return to Mexico).
You promised yourself you wouldn't let your insane, full of jealousy thoughts ruin what you had with Alexia.
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People found out about you and Alexia a month later. And by people, that meant the whole damn earth.
Since you never mentioned Alexia to your friendsâjust casually mentioning that you were seeing someone, but not necessarily specifying who exactly you were datingâthe moment your pictures with alexia blew up on the internet, so did your phone.
They were candid pictures of you and Alexia at the beach. Private candid pictures.
You unlocked your phone and scrolled through the countless texts from your friends.
how did you manage to bag THE alexia putellas???
idiota text me back wtf!!!
did you blackmail her oh my god you genius
Which were definitely rude. And didnât help at all the voices at the back of your head screaming that you weren't good enough for Alexia.
It was a hellish morning.
The only thing saving it was the sound of keys at the front door, and a moment later your girlfriend was stepping inside your apartment, humming happily as she placed a bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. She most likely hadnât seen the pictures yet.
âAle,â you called out, giving her a weak smile as she turned her head towards you.
âHola, mi amor,â Alexia instantly furrowing her brows at the sight of you sitting on the couch. âWhats wrong?â
You hated how she could read you so well. âWhat makes you think somethingâs wrong?â
She flopped down on the couch next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and bringing you into her side. You left out the biggest sigh and just handed her your phone, where the pictures of the two of you were still open.
You felt Alexia stiffen up and you closed your eyes, willing that this wasn't the end for you two. You knew just how much Alexia valued her privacy.Â
It was silent for a minute or so, alexia tapping away on your phone.Â
âLo siento,â Alexia pressed a kiss to the top of your head. âI already restricted the comments on your Instagram, you shouldnât be dealing with all that. People can be a bit⊠much sometimes.â
Oh. You hadn't even thought to check your Instagram page. You were glad though, you couldn't imagine what vile things people were saying about you. It must be bad enough that that was where Alexia immediately thought to go.
âIs it that bad?â you voiced out, pulling back so you could see Alexiaâs face. She looked surprisingly calm. âBabe, how are you so calm about this?â
âThe comments on your posts are a lot, but I didnât read them,â Alexia said simply. âIt can be overwhelming, that's why I wanted to shield you from all of that. When you're ready you can just turn it back on.â
You smiled at how thoughtful she was. You really loved her. âYou don't have to shield me from anything, Ale. I can handle a few nasty comments. You also havenât answered my question.â
Alexia looked questioningly at you, grabbing at your arms to pull you closer again.
You settled nicely in her arms, your back pressing against her front as she laid down on the couch. âWhat question?â
âHow youâre so calm about all of this.â
âAh,â you can feel Alexia's chuckle and you turn around. You were now facing her again (your favorite thing to doâwho would ever be tired of staring at Alexiaâs face). You placed both of your hands on her face and ran your fingers through her jaw. âIâm anything but calm, bebita. You should feel my heart.â
âI can feel it.â
âThen you know Iâm not calm.â
âYou are the epitome of calm right now, baby,â you laughed, the nerves still shimmering across your entire body, whereas Alexia looked like it was just a regular Saturday for her.
Alexia took a deep breath and placed her hand on top of yours. âIâm scared. That is the truth. Iâm really, really scared. But I know we will get through this. Together. As long as I have you and you have me, I think everything will be alright.â
You smiled at her, truly feeling how she meant her words. You pecked her lips and went back to snuggle into her, your head resting perfectly in the crook of her neck.
âI love you, Ale. You have me. Always.â
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The next few weeks passed by in a blur. You finally got introduced to Alexiaâs friendsâAlexia brought you to Lucy and Onaâs housewarming party for their new place. Everyone loved you and you felt like you fit right in. It was great. You felt happy.
(You didn't let the thoughts of why it took a media outlet leaking your pictures for Alexia to bring you around to meet the people in her life, but you cast it aside.)
You met up with your friends and finally told them about Alexia. They were all wary, thinking it was too good to be true. A couple of snide remarks were thrown around about how Alexia could do better, even though your friends said it in a joking way, it still hurt.
But you managed by.
The next thing you knew you were being introduced to Eli and Alba.
It went fine, the most important people in your girlfriend's life seemed to like you, asking you questions about all sorts of things.
It wasn't until Alba casually mentioned how she was going to Mexico with some of her friends and how she would be staying with Jenni the whole week that you realized how closely intertwined Jenni was with Alexiaâs life.
Your girlfriend's little sister lighting up as she mentioned all the places Jenni was planning on taking her to. You realized that Alba grew up with Jenni and she most likely saw Jenni as her big sister too; how devastated was she when Alexia and Jenni broke up and Jenni would never officially be a part of their family?
Going home that night, your mind was filled with how Alba and Eli were most likely comparing you to Jenni. Once again you were met with the question that seemed to always bother you: how were you supposed to compete with Jenni Hermoso?
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The next thing you knew it was time for the World Cup. A very big deal for your girlfriend.
Especially since this was her first big tournament after suffering her injury.
You flew to support her, occasionally meeting with Alba and Eli for lunch (you knew you wouldnât live up to Jenni, but you could try to make them like you better).
They hadn't given an indication that they disliked you, but just to be safe, you were willing to go the extra mile to make your girlfriend's family like you. You didn't have a decade-long history with them, but you could meet up with them to eat sushi even though you hated eating raw fish.
A small price to pay. Alba was really craving salmon sashimi.
At night, Alexia called you, telling you about her day. Mostly, you let her stay in the zone, you knew how important this was for her; you never called her first, letting her take the lead. You didn't want to be a distraction.
You two have talked about this before. You, scared that you'd be a distraction and Alexia looking at you as if that was the most ridiculous thing sheâd ever heard. Alexia reassured you that you'd never be a distraction and nothing had to change.
You were nervous. You didn't know what being a wag entailed during a big tournament.
It went fine though and your best friends did told you that you were worrying for nothing.
(You still couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that Alexia was spending basically every waking moment with Jenni. But it was fine. Jenni was her teammate. They support each other in different ways.)
Alexia called you every night, some nights Alexia fell asleep with the call still connected and you were left to longingly stare at her, longing to be there next to your girlfriend.
Despite her reassurance that she wanted you to bother her, you didnât want to seem like a needy girlfriend.
So you toned down your texts, looking at updates of your girlfriend through Instagram (it was a bit pathetic). When you tapped on the next Instagram story and it was a video of Alexia giggling with Jenni, you almost lost it. Almost.
They were friends. Best friends. Exes, yes, but their relationship went beyond that. You knew this. Youâve spent hours down the rabbit hole of reading their history on some blog.Â
And once again you were left to wonder why Alexia chose you when she can be with her soulmate.
It was an endless cycle and you knew you couldn't go on like this. You had to talk to your girlfriend about your insecurities and just hope that she wasnât going to think you were silly.Â
For now though, you were ready to cheer her on as she took the biggest stage in her career.
All the best teams in the world were great, but Spain was better. Alexia was a superstar, like always.
So of course Spain won the World Cup, you had no doubt about it.
What you didn't expect was Alexia exchanging jerseys with Jenni out of all people. You bit your tongue, the cheers all around you didn't do much to drown the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears.
You loved your girlfriend, you were so proud of her.Â
But as your sweet girlfriend celebrated on the pitch with her exâs name on her chest, you never knew pain like this.
They were World Champions together. How could you even compete with that? It wasn't your name that Alexia was proudly showing off to the world.Â
You and Alexiaâs family were then escorted backstage. You waited, and waited, swallowing the bitter feeling in your chest. You were happy for Alexia, you really were. But was it necessary to trade jerseys with Jenni?Â
Before you knew it, Alexia came barrelling towards you. J. HERMOSO visible across her chest.
You hugged her, whispered how proud of her you were, and when Alexia was whisked off for media duties, you prayed that she wouldnât come to the same conclusion as you.
Alexia and Jenni had years of memories, years of going through the ups and downs of football together. Them winning the World Cup together just added another notable piece to their already intricate history.
Jenni Hermoso was a million times better than you, her winning the World Cup just sealed it even more.
â
You let Alexia celebrate with her teammates, desperately trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest as you waited for her in your hotel room.
She insisted you come along, but you declined, not wanting to rain on her parade.
When Alexia stumbled into your hotel room later into the night, you traded sweet nothings into each otherâs ears as you let Alexia do whatever she wanted to you.
You felt loved, but you still couldnât shake the nagging feeling in your chest that Alexia could love Jenni better.
â
Being back in Barcelona felt nice.
You were a million miles away from Jenni but still the feeling of insecurity lingered. You knew you had to talk to Alexia soon before it ate you alive.
You just didn't think that itâd blow up to an argument.
You went out with your friends for lunch, promising Alexia that youâd be back in time for your weekly movie nights.
When you entered your shared home you were met with Alexia lying horizontally on your couch.
She was laughing at the TV, too engrossed in whatever she was watching that she hadnât noticed you coming in.
You went straight to the kitchen, rummaging around your fridge to look for something to do. You werenât hungry after the lunch you had, but you just wanted to do something. Your hands were full of nerves, mostly due to the annoyance radiating off you.
You were annoyed at your friends and how they kept on making comments about you and Alexia. They didnât mean any harm, but it got too much.
Before your thoughts wandered further, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist.
âI didnât hear you get in.â
You hummed, looking at the ingredients in front of you. Guess you were making some banana bread.
You could feel Alexiaâs gaze on you as you basically ignored her. Alexia always knew when something was up with you.
âIs everything okay? Why are you baking?â
You shrugged, getting the necessary equipment from the cupboard.
âY/N?â
âI just feel like baking,â you didnât mean to sound curt. Alexia immediately loosened her grip on you, leaning against the counter as she searched for your eyes.Â
âOkay⊠Well, do you want me to help?â
âNot really.â You knew you werenât being fairâAlexia didnât do anything wrongâbut you had your reasons.
Your reasons were the comments your friends made that reinforced the thoughts you had been carrying around for months. You were insecure, disgruntled, and dejected all at once.Â
You paused for a second before blurting out, âWhy didn't you want anyone to know about us?â
Alexia froze. The conversation thrown around during lunch earlier kept echoing in your head.
âWas keeping it a secret Alexiaâs idea?â
âWhy though? Is she ashamed of you or something?â
âIs it true that she used to date Jenni Hermoso?â
âIf I used to date Jenni Hermoso then I would neverâwell, I wouldnât say downgrade, butâŠâ
âHey, thatâs just mean! Alexia didnât downgrade with Y/N!â
âYouâre seriously picking Y/N over Jenni Hermoso? Y/N, you know I love you, but letâs be serious for a second.â
âAle, are you embarrassed of me?â
âWhat?â Alexia was taken aback at your question, a bewildered look settling on her face. âI am not embarrassed of you. Where is this coming from?â
You scoffed. âThen why didnât you want people to know about us? About me?â
Alexia was speechless for a second, not expecting that this was where the conversation was going. âBecause my world can be harsh and I just want to protect you from it. I told you this, amor. Weâve had this conversation before.â
While that used to sound sweet, now it just irritated you.
âYeah, but I can handle it.â
Alexia gave you a look that said she didn't believe you. You felt offended. Sure, you were an overly emotional person, but you were sure you could handle it. You were handling it. There were people who spewed out nasty comments about you on the internet everyday but you brushed them offânone of their opinions matter to you.Â
Your girlfriendâs opinions matter to you.
âGlad to know you think so highly of me,â you sarcastically said, angrily slamming the bananas on the counter. This conversation was really getting on your nerves. You almost wished you didn't bring it up in the first place.
Alexia let out a sigh. âItâs not that I donât have any faith in you. I just want to protect you. The last time I was in a relationship, it was with someone in the football field,â you hoped she didnât notice how you immediately stiffen. âI didnât have to worry so much because she knew how it wasââ
You suddenly were so irritated at the reminder of Jenni that you snapped. âI know Iâm not Jenni!â
Alexia was surprised at your sudden outburst.
âQuĂ©? I know you are not herââ
âBut you wish I was.âÂ
Alexia looked so taken aback at your accusation that you immediately felt guilty for ever saying it.
ââŠWhat?â
But it seems that despite the guilt you felt, the pent up anger inside you was overflowing, desperate to let itself out.
âJenni is perfect, Jenni plays football, Jenni can handle the media, Jenni knows all your friends and family. Everyone likes Jenni better than me!â
âAmor, no! Thatâsâ Where is this coming from?â
You almost wished you didnât mention any of this in the first place with the way Alexia was looking at you like a blindsided, kicked puppy.Â
You wanted to try to explain your side of things to her. You felt like your feelings about this whole thing were valid, albeit you could definitely handle it differently. Like, not bottling things up until they eventually blew up.
âYouâre still good friends with your ex, Ale,â was all you could come up with.
ââŠYes? We went through a lot together; she was a big part of my life.â At that you rolled your eyes. Obviously she was a big part of Alexiaâs life. Werenât all exes a big part of our lives at some point?
When you didn't say anything else and continued to prepare for your banana bread, Alexia continued, âIt wasn't a bad breakup... We just decided that we were better off as friends.â
Honestly, youâve had enough of hearing about Jenni.
âThatâs exactly it, isn't it? You two went through a lot together, Ale. You won the freaking World Cup together and you went around parading her name on your chest while I was at the stands cheering you on despite having to see you with your exâs name on all the fucking pictures of you and the trophy. And yeah she lives all the way in Mexico but you have international camps together while I'm at home, watching Instagram stories of you two, wondering why you're still giving me the time of the day when you could be with someone like her? For godâs sake Ale, she's hot! I get it! I do! And sheâs 5â9 and Iâm notââ
âAmor, stop,â Alexia interrupted your rambling, stepping closer to you but you didn't let her, shaking your head and taking a step away. âY/N, I had no idea you felt that wayââ
âItâs stupid. Forget it.â Embarrassment filled your cheeks.
âNo, no, itâs not. Itâs not stupid if you feel that way, my love. Iâm so, so sorry that I didn't realize how this was making you feel.â
You sighed. It wasnât Alexiaâs fault, you knew that. You should've told her. It wasn't her fault because she didn't know.
You were now even more embarrassed that you let it turn into such a big deal.
So you took one last look at your girlfriend and ran out the door.
â
An hour into your aimless walk, you realized that you didnât bring your phone with you, which meant you couldnât Uber your way back home.
You realized that this meant you couldnât call anyone to pick you up.
To make it worse, the sky started to rumble, signaling that the possibility of a heavy rain was coming sooner than you think.
Everything felt like a disaster.
You slumped down on a nearby bench. You knew where you were, you had no trouble getting home without Google maps. But it was an hour walk here, which meant it would be another hour walk home.
You groaned, thinking of the best way out of this predicament you put yourself in.
It was nearing midnight, but Barcelona had always been a lively place, so there were still plenty of passersby. You could ask to borrow someoneâs phone, call Alexia, and wait until she picked you up.
But that would mean a random stranger would have Alexiaâs number on their phone. You didnât know if people would recognize you and put two and two together on who you were calling. You didnât want to take that risk.
You could call one of your friends, but you didnât remember any of their numbers.
The only number you knew by heart was Alexiaâs.Â
Placing your hands over your face, you took a deep breath and pushed back the stinging feeling behind your eyes. You couldnât cry. You really wanted to because of how pathetic you were, but you couldnât. Youâd just feel even worse.
With every minute that passed by, you started to feel even more guilty at the thought of how worried Alexia must be.
Standing up, you decided you could just borrow someoneâs Uber app, or even hail a taxi from somewhere. You decided that you had to go home right now. Alexia must be driving herself crazy when she realized you werenât one call away.
Just when you were about to step into the direction of two friendly-looking strangers, the first droplet fell on top of your head.
âFuck.â
Soon enough, the rain went down heavily. Everyone started running in all directions, trying to shield themselves from the pouring rain and you were left standing there, feeling sorry for yourself because great now you were stranded and drenched.
You sat back down and let the rain wash over you, finally letting out the sobs you were withholding.
You had a lot of thoughts in your head, but mostly, you just wanted Alexia. You wanted her right now. If you werenât such a jealous girlfriend, you wouldnât be in this situation. You wouldnât be questioning her decade-long friendship with one of her best friends.
You wouldnâtâ
âAmor!â
You whipped your head up and despite the water blocking your eyesight, you could always tell that it was your girlfriendâs figure running towards you.
You were a sobbing mess, sitting all alone in the rain in the middle of Barcelona, but still Alexia managed to find you. Alexia was drenched all over too, no umbrella in sight, as she kneeled down on the pavement and brought your crying face into her neck.Â
Alexia pulled back and you could tell that she had been crying too. Great. You felt a million times worse now.
âWhat the hell are you doing?! You didnât have your phone with you, I didnât know where you were!âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you cried out, your voice barely audible due to the heavy patter of the rain. âI walked for a long time and I ended up here and it was an hour away and I didnât have my phone, I couldnât get back home without walking another hour and my feet are killing me and I feel so bad because you must be so worried and itâs all my fault! And now youâre here, I donât know how you managed to find me but Iâm so glad youâre here and oh my godâweâre both probably gonna be sick. Iâm sorry! I love you, Ale, Iâm so sorry!â
âHey, hey,â Alexia cooed, placing her forehead against yours. âItâs okay. Iâm just glad youâre okay. I love you too, please stop crying, mi amorcita. Itâs okay.â
You took a deep breath, which didnât end up helping because having water fall over your head made breathing a bit harder.Â
Alexia placed a kiss on your forehead, standing up and pulling you against her.
You felt yourself sag against her, Alexia holding you upright. âCan we go home? Iâm really cold.â
âOf course, mi vida. Letâs go home.â
â
Once you got into Alexiaâs car, you started to cry again.
Mostly because it was warm and you were so relieved, but also because you felt bad that you were flooding her car with your wet clothes.
âY/N, whatâs wrong?â
Alexia placed her hands on your cheeks, wiping away your tears.
âIâm ruining your leather seats. Your car is ruined.â
Alexia let out a laugh. You looked at her like she was crazy. âStop laughing at me,â you cried out. âAle.â
âOh, bebĂ©,â Alexia tugged you across the console, wanting to pull you close once more. âIâm not laughing at you, I promise.â
âThen?â
âYouâre too cute, you know? This will all dry up, amor. Besides, youâre not the only one whose clothes are wet. Look at me.â
You knew Alexia was trying to cheer you up, but at the reminder that the reason Alexia was soaked in the first place was because of you, you felt your bottom lip start to wobble.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered. âNow weâre both gonna freeze to death.â
Alexia simply placed a kiss on your cheek, putting the car in gear. âI wonât let you freeze to death.â
Looking out the window and seeing the familiar route home, you felt at peace even though you were still trembling from your wet clothing.
You didnât know what state you would be in had Alexia not found you.Â
âAle.âÂ
She looked at you for a split second before redirecting her gaze on the road. âHm?â
âHow did you even find me?â
You saw the smirk before she could answer. âItâs called telepathy, amor.â
âAle. Iâm serious.â
âIâm serious too,â Alexia shrugged, a coy smile on her lips. âItâs our connection, Y/N.â
You rolled your eyes at her antics. âWhatever. Idiota.â
Alexia laughed, her hand blindly searching for yours. You let her take your hand, the touch causing warmth to settle deep in your chest.
You didnât let go of her hand all the way home.
â
After taking a warm shower, you laid on your side of the bed, waiting for Alexia to finish with hers.
(Alexia decided to shower in the guest bathroom, not wanting to invade your privacy in case you were still mad at her.)
(You quickly rebutted her statement and said that you werenât âmadâ at her, just âannoyedâ.)
Just when you were about to call out her name because Alexia was taking too long when she could shower in under five minutes, your girlfriend appeared, leaning against the doorway of your shared bedroom, a sheepish smile on her face.
âCan I still sleep with you or should I stay in the guest bedroom?â
You gestured for her to join you on the bed, relief falling on Alexiaâs face as she approached you.Â
Once you were both under the covers, Alexia immediately resumed her position as the big spoon. You placed your hand over hers that was draped across your stomach, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.
âCan we talk about it?â Alexia whispered.
You didnât want to. You were embarrassed. But you knew you had to. So you took a deep breath and let out everything you had been feeling for monthsâhow you knew Alexia loved you, but oftentimes your thoughts took over and convinced you that Alexia couldnât love you fully, not really. Especially knowing that she could have someone as perfect as Jenni.
âY/N, I donât want Jenni. Iâm not in love with her anymore. You have to believe me.â
âBut sheâs⊠sheâs perfect for you.â
âYouâre perfect for me. Itâs you Iâm in love with. Itâs you I love, Y/N.â
You turned around at the way Alexiaâs voice was shaking, which was usually the tell-tale signs that she was about to cry.
And sure enough, Alexia had tears welling up in her eyes and that broke you. Your girlfriend was never one to cry often so the sight made you crumble and realize just how much she was telling the truth.
You reached out and wiped away her tears that managed to escape, placing a soft kiss on her nose. âPlease donât cry, Ale. Iâm sorryââ
âDonât apologize,â Alexia interjected. âYou have nothing to apologize for, baby. Iâm just sad because you canât see how amazing you are. It pains me that you donât see yourself the way I see you.â
âI guess I just can't wrap my head around the fact that you can have someone like Jenni, yet youâre choosing to be with someone like me.â
âHey, don't be mean to my girlfriend,â Alexia turned serious, staring right into your eyes as she speak. âSheâs perfect to me. Sheâs the only one Iâll ever want. Ever.â
You stayed quiet, taking in her words. You still didn't know what Alexia saw in you, but with the fierce stare full of determination she was wearing, you were starting to believe her. Believe that there were amazing qualities about you that made Alexia fall head over heels in love with you.
âYou promise that youâll love me even though Iâm nowhere near as good as Jenni at football and Iâm not as famous as herâAle, I donât have a World Cup trophyâŠâ
âY/N, my love, of course I do. I promise. I love you. I do, with all my heart.â
You took a deep breath and nodded. âIâm still going to have my insecurities. Theyâre not going away just like that.â
âI understand, amor,â Alexia placed her hands on your cheeks, caressing them gently, you could feel her love for you seeping from her fingers. âIâll tell you everyday that you're all Iâll ever need until you believe me.â
You didn't have to be a footballer and you didn't have to go and win a World Cup, Alexia would still love you for who you were.
â
The opening game of the season fell on your birthday. You were seated at your usual seat with Alba and Eli. Eli had organized a small party after the game, she had baked you a birthday cake and wanted you to blow out the candles before your birthday dinner with Alexia.
When your girlfriend went out to the pitch, your jaw dropped. Instead of wearing her usual 11, she was wearing your birthdate on her back.
She easily spotted you in the stands, pointing at her back then pointing at you. This is for you, you could hear her message loud and clear.
You could cry right there and then. (You did cry).
Later Alexia uploaded her usual post-match Instagram post. The pictures of her wearing the jersey with your number made it extra special, especially the video she included of herself running over to you, lifting you up in her arms, and spinning you aroundâthe happiness radiating from the two of you clearly visible.
The cherry on top was the caption underneath:
special numbers today in honour of my girlâs birthday. te amo mucho, amor @y/n đ„°â€ïž
All those fears of being not good enough, all those fears of Jenni replacing you, you now thought it was all so silly.
Because you knew without a doubt how much Alexia loved you.
âWhat are you daydreaming about?â
âNothing,â you shrugged, a cheeky smile on your face. âJust thinking about how dumb you look with that birthday hat on.â
âHey! This is all for you, amor!â
You laughed at her pout, the pointy birthday hat still sitting on top of her head.Â
You were at one of the fanciest restaurants in Barcelona. Everyone was wearing a fancy dressâyou were wearing one too, Alexia on the other hand was wearing a dapper three-piece suit.
You had a birthday hat in your clutch from Alba earlier and once you both had ordered, you took it out and gave it to your girlfriend. You jokingly asked her to wear it, not expecting her to do so.
But when she took it with a roll of her eyes, âanything to make you smileâ falling off her lips and she ended up wearing the thing throughout your dinner, you had no more doubt that it was you Alexia wanted.
You didn't have any football silks, you werenât a World Champion, you werenât Jenni Hermoso.
But with every waking moment you spent with Alexia, you could feel how much she loved you despite it all.
Especially when Alexia got down on one knee and especially when you had a mini-you running around. You knew that there was nothing in this world that could change what you had with her.
(Not even Jenni Hermoso, who is now someone you call a best friend and the godmother to your daughter).
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Lucky Number
logan howlett x reader
Logan wants to know why 12 is Y/N's lucky number. He might be falling in love all over again.
TW: language
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Y/nâs favorite time of the day was the evening. Not because she could finally relax, have some time for herself, enjoy the silence of her room without, most of the time, anyone in the mansion interrupting it⊠Well, maybe yes, it was that. But thatâs not the point.Â
Y/nâs favorite time of the day was the evening because she could finally spend time with Logan outside of the schoolâs routine, out of everyone's eye sights, just the two of them against the world.
And this evening wasnât any different. She absolutely adored those moments with him as he looked and sounded so relaxed, and she felt as if she was falling more and more in love with him every single time.
She had bought a bottle wine and some appetizers that she had hidden in the kitchen all day, just for their special night, and Logan would do the same. Even though their relationship was official to everyone in the mansion, they always felt the need to sneak into each otherâs rooms like teenagers in love.
One time, Logan was discreetly walking towards her door with two glasses in hand and his bottle of whiskey under his arm when he heard someone cough at the end of the corridor. He turned around, startled. Scott had been standing there, probably waiting to catch one of the two lovers and embarrass them. Logan stood there, saying nothing before flipping him off and entering Y/Nâs room.Â
She sat curled up on her bed, a glass of red wine in hand, as she lazily picked at a plate of cheese and crackers between sips. Logan sat next to her, leaning against the headboard, holding his own glass of whiskey, his eyes glinting with amusement. He could stay there for days, listening to her talk, laugh, watching her smile. Anything that had to do with her, he needed to be there.Â
They had been playing a ridiculous card game for the last 20 minutes where you had to pick a number between one and twenty and then pick two cards, the closest to their number wins.
They were laughing again when Logan leaned forward with another challenge, his grin cocky. âAlright, one more time.â
Y/N smiled wide and quickly answered, âTwelve!â
Logan narrowed his eyes at her this time, his smirk softening into something more curious. âAgain with twelve?â he asked, amused. âThatâs the third time tonight youâve picked twelve.â
Y/N blinked. âNo, itâs not,â she said, a little too defensively, taking a bigger sip of wine. Maybe she should slow down with the drinking part.
Logan chuckled, the sound deep and warm. âYeah, it is. You even won with that number.â He gave her a knowing look. âAnd now this. You pickin' twelve on purpose or somethinâ? Are you cheating?â
She gasped at the accusation, « How dare you accuse me of such a crime? A girl canât have a lucky number anymore. » She sipped some more wine dramatically, which made Logan laugh. How much she loved that sound.
Loganâs grin widened as he leaned in a bit closer, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Lucky number, huh? What makes twelve so special?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and swirling the whiskey in his glass.
Y/N felt her breath catch slightly, the warmth from the wine making her feel just a bit too relaxed. She hadnât even realized she'd been picking twelve that much. It just... came out. It was her lucky number indeed. And now, Logan was asking about it. Oh no.
She gave a casual shrug, trying to play it off. "Oh, you know⊠twelveâs just... a good number. Balanced. You know, 1 plus 2 equals 3, and⊠uh, threeâs cool."
Logan tilted his head, staring at her with an amused expression that said he wasnât buying a word of it. « Then why not pick three? »
She could feel the heat rising to her face even more. He was too perceptive. She tried to shrug again, but it came off awkward. « IâI donât know! Twelve just feels⊠lucky, I guess."
But Logan wasnât letting it go. Of coure, he wasnât. He leaned in even closer, his voice a low tease. "Youâre hiding something." His tone was playful, but his eyes held a tenderness that made her feel even more flustered. "Why twelve, darlinâ?"
Y/N's heart raced as she realized there was no escaping the truth. She hadnât even thought about it consciously until now, but of course, twelve was special. It was his birthdayâ October 12. And the more she thought about it, the more it embarrassed her. It felt too sweet, too sentimental to admit out loud, but Logan's gaze was gentle, and she knew he wouldn't let up until she told him.
She cleared her throat and bit her lip, looking anywhere but at him. "It's... Itâs your birthday. » she finally mumbled, barely above a whisper, still trying to avoid his eyes. "October 12. Thatâs why itâs... my lucky number."
There was a pauseâ a silence that stretched just long enough for her to regret saying it, but when she glance up at Logan, she saw something different in his expression. His face softened, his eyes widening just a bit before something warm and quiet settled in them. For a second, he seemed speechless, which rarely happened with Logan.
« My birthday?" he asked, his voice softer than before, as if he couldnât quite believe it.
Y/N nodded, feeling vulnerable and a little embarrassed. « Yes. Iâm sorry this is so embarrassâ »Â
âPut your glass down,â he said firmly, cutting her off mid-sentence.
âWhat?â she asked, confusion clouding her expression.
Without missing a beat, Logan took her glass from her hand and placed it gently on the nightstand beside his own. Just as she opened her mouth to protest, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
Time seemed to pause as they melted into each other, the warmth of the moment enveloping them. Every worry, every ounce of embarrassment faded away as Y/N felt herself sink deeper into the kiss, the intoxicating taste of whiskey on his lips mixing with the sweetness of the wine on hers.
Her lucky number was his birthday. How fucking wonderful. What did he even do to deserve that? To deserve her. His grip on her tightened slightly, pulling her closer as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together, to ensure that nothing could ever come between them. How lucky he was.
When they finally broke away, he held her gaze with a softness that made her heart race.Â
âI love you so much,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
The moment hung between them. Y/N could see the sincerity in his gaze, the way he was allowing himself to be vulnerable. Her heart ached with love. But he wasnât done.
His hand cradled her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. âYou keep doinâ thisâshowinâ me how much I mean to youâŠÂ » He paused, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, « Iâm falling for you all over again,â he confessed, his voice low and raw.Â
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, a smile breaking through her earlier embarrassment. « See why twelveâs my lucky number? »
Logan laughed softly, a glint of mischief in his eyes, before he suddenly lunged forward, pinning her down onto the bed. Y/N squealed in surprise, laughter bubbling up as he captured her lips in a quick kiss. The warmth of his body over hers ignited sparks of electricity that left her breathless.
As they broke apart, he held her gaze, his eyes gleaming with adoration. The warmth between them crackled with unspoken affection, and Y/N felt her heart swell. If he was her lucky charm, she was his too.
With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, their foreheads touching as they breathed each other in. Logan leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and more lingering, their lips brushing together softly. The moment was pure magic.Â
Y/N felt happiness enveloping her, knowing that luck wasnât just about numbers; it was about sharing her life with him.
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I Wouldn't Tell Anyone
based off of that tiktok trend: "i wouldn't tell anyone i won the lottery, but there'd be signs".
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Melissa Schemmenti has worked at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School for years. And in those years, the one constant in her life has been Barbara Howard. The two had started the same year, and while many things have changed, their friendship would never. No, Melissa had watched as Barbara married Gerald, witnessed the womanâs growing belly as she carried both of her daughters, had seen the ups and downs in the Howard family. And likewise, Barbara had been there to see the marriage to Joe, the divorce of Joe, the lean years⊠and everything in between. Theyâve seen the way that teachers come and go, children grow up before their very eyes, and at this point theyâve taught children of students that they had in the starting years. Teaching practices have grown and changed- itâs really an ever-evolving world that they live in.
The second grade teacher had a solid wardrobe that she kept in rotation over the years- really just a few blazers, her signature leather jacket, the same shirt in various colors, a few pairs of slacks and jeans, and of course her heeled boots that she wore everyday without fail.
âMelissa,â Barbara had asked one day. âPerhaps you and I should hit the mall? I know some great places that have wonderful clearance sections.â
âAre you tellinâ me I need to change out my wardrobe?â the redhead teased as she threw her bag over her shoulder.
âYou know that is not what I am saying, woman,â Barb rolled her eyes. âBut I see the way that your shirts are starting to wear thin. I also need an outfit for the end of the year banquet that this damned superintendent is forcing me to go to.â
âWhen youâre part of a committee, you have to go to that kind of stuff,â the second grade teacher had smirked. âWhy you think I ainât a part of all that?â
Even after the two of them hit it off, going to the mall whenever they found themselves with enough money to spare to treat themselves to a shopping spree, Melissaâs outfits still mostly circulate without fail.Â
Years pass, and then she meets you one night while sheâs out at the bar. She walks in, and youâre captivated. You donât know what draws you to her, but whatever it is is magical. Your eyes hardly leave her stunning figure as she dances. You know that by the end of the night, you have to at least attempt to make a move on her.
And you do when she decides to take a break from dancing to come over to the bar. Conveniently, the only opening is by where youâre sitting and nursing a margarita.
By some grace of God, sheâs been watching you too- trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you over the loud music and people dancing all around you.
She saunters up to the spot that youâre at and smiles at you. Wow⊠her smile is radiant.
âHow come a pretty girl like you ainât out there dancing with someone?â
âJust came here after a hard day at work,â you shrug. âWanted a marg, thought maybe the music and drinks would brighten my spirit.â
âWell, you got the marg,â she gestures to your half empty glass. âWhy donât I buy you another, and then we can listen to the music together?â
âIâm sure you have friends here that wouldnât want me crashing.â
âIâm here alone,â the redhead reveals. âThe nameâs Melissa. And you are?â
âY/N,â you tell her.
âWell, Y/N, why donât you let me buy you a drink, and we can be alone⊠together.â
You end up getting her number as you part ways for the night, and simply text her when you get home that night, time and place.
Sheâs just walked into her own house when your text comes through. How does Renataâs Kitchen at 5:30 on Tuesday sound?
I have to wait tomorrow and Monday to see you?
I mean, I could grab a coffee tomorrow after church if youâd rather that, the redheaded beauty sends.
You send her the address of your favorite coffee place, which just so happens to be hers as well. You wonder if the two of you have ever run into each other and just not known it at the time.
The outing for coffee ends up being an entire dayâs worth of just walking around the city together as you chat about life. You find out that sheâs a second grade teacher at one of the local schools and that she has Sunday dinners with her family every week (that is actually the only reason she has to regretfully leave you that day) among many other things. She finds out that you work for one of the local law firms down the street from Abbott, ironically enough. How have the two of you never bumped into each other, or at least seen each other? You get to your place of work at the same time as she does, youâve both gone down to the same Wawa at the same time for lunch because your lunch hours coincide, and she quite literally walks past your firm to get to happy hour specials with her coworkers.
Once she leaves you to head to her family dinner, she texts you to let you know that she would still love to do dinner with you on Tuesday. You excitedly reply that you would be absolutely delighted.Â
The two of you have been going out for quite some time now, and itâs quite funny that youâve both kept it on the down low. Youâre a bit concerned that while courtrooms have progressed with society that if your relationship were to become public, it could get in the way of cases. And she, similarly is nervous that she could face backlash at the school she works for for being in a homosexual relationship. So, neither of you have said anything to your coworkers. And itâs all going swimmingly. While you had both just stumbled upon each other one night at the bar, not expecting to find each other, here you are two years later as a happy couple.
You land the case of a lifetime, one where you could make a decent profit off of your already relatively high paying salary. On top of that, you know that youâre about to be promoted after working with this firm for the last five years.
You end up winning the case, bringing in some good money, and then youâre moving up the ladder and finding yourself with more cash outflow than you know what to do with at the moment. Itâs too much for you, living in a small apartment in the city by yourself with nothing else to worry about. So, when your girlfriend comes over to your apartment for dinner, you propose something.
âMel?â you ask as she stands at your stovetop. She hums to let you know that sheâs listening, but her eyes stay trained on the vegetables that sheâs chopping right now. âHow would you feel if we moved in together?â
The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board halts, and she turns to face you. âWhat?â
âWeâve been together for almost two years,â you tell her. âI just got that nice promotion, plus a huge payout from the settlement with DuBoise, so⊠I was thinking maybe we could move in together? Find a nice townhouse somewhere in the city and settle into our lives together?â
About a million emotions flicker through the redheadâs face before it settles on a smile. âI think that might be a good idea.â
So, after months of looking, you both say goodbye to your small apartments and are able to move into a beautiful townhouse in Queen Village. When Melissa files the paperwork to change her address for paychecks, Ava comes flying into the staff lounge with her eyes nearly bulging out of her head.
âUh, ahem,â the principal coughs out and raises her brows, waving the paperwork in front of the second grade teacher during lunch.
âWhat?â your girlfriend grumbles as she grades a few papers and shoves a forkful of her salad into her mouth.
âSince when did you move?â
âA couple of weeks ago,â Melissa shrugs.
Barbaraâs brows furrow. She wasnât aware her friend was moving house. âOh, Melissa. Could you not afford the place anymore?â
âGirl, she upgraded big time! Went from living in the slums to a three bedroom townhouse in Queen Village!â
âQueen Village?â the kindergarten teacher repeats.
Again, the redhead just shrugs.
âMelissa, how did you manage that? I know what you make, and there is no way you could afford to live somewhere like that!â Janine cuts in.
âCan it, pipsqueak,â Melissa rolls her eyes. âLetâs just say⊠I have my ways.â
Nobody is brave enough to ask the mob-like woman what the hell that could even mean.
âWell, when do we get to see the place?â Jacob tries to invite himself over.
Green eyes glare over at the man. âIf I can help it, never.â
âOh câmon, Mel Mel,â Jacobs whines out. âI lived with you at one point! Why canât we come see your new place?â
âAt the time, I did not know it was you,â the redhead huffs. âAnd then you moved out on me.â
âBecause I foundÂ
The second grade teacher blows out a breath. âMaybe once I have it all furnished and put together.â
So, once the two of you have the place put together for the most part, the Abbott clan makes their way over while youâre out of town for a convention that you were forced to go to.
To say that the crew is beyond impressed is an understatement.
âMelissa, this is beautiful,â Barbara compliments.
âHow? How?â is all Jacob and Janine can stutter out.
The redhead just smirks. âI know a guy.â
They leave not knowing that the guy that she knows is you- her girlfriend of almost two and a half years at this point. And because itâs you, and you have an unwavering love for Melissa, the house is impeccable and everything she could ever want it to. You take good care of her.
Since moving in together, Melissaâs meals have only become more extravagant. With both of your finances almost entirely combined at this point, you spoil her with the best foods and ingredients that you can get her at any moment. So when she comes into the staff room with way fancier dishes for her lunch, it raises a few eyebrows. The teachers have seen Melissa stretch a dollar like a big headed baby stretches a⊠the redhead smirks.
âI know a guy,â is all she offers up.
The eyebrows of her coworkers only creep further up her head when she comes in with leftovers from one of the nicest restaurants in the city- a place known nationally for the delicate dishes and absolutely delectable desserts.
Sheâs eating the extra slice of cheesecake the two of you had brought home when Janine leans over. âHowâd you get that?â
âI know a guy.â
âYou sure seem to know a lot of guys.â
They have no idea that there are not multiple people- you are almost singlehandedly responsible for the lavish lifestyle that your girlfriend suddenly leads.Â
Somehow, Melissa is forced to go to one of the banquet dinners that the district is holding because sheâs hit a milestone in her teaching, and theyâre highlighting her. So, of course Barb offers to go with her to try to find something nice to wear to the dinner that she too will be attending.
âOh, I think I actually have an outfit,â the redhead refutes the offer. âBut thank you.â
âGirl, you never turn down an opportunity to go out shopping,â the kindergarten teacher raises a brow.
âI just⊠know a guy that already bought me an outfit.â
Melissa shows up to the event looking like a million bucks, and Barbara almost canât believe it. The redheadâs hair is curled to perfection, the dress that sheâs in has clearly been tailored to accentuate all of her curves and to be the proper length. The shoes that sheâs wearing are not the black heeled boots Barbara is so used to seeing her work wife wear- no, instead sheâs got on a pair of heels that have to be at least two hundred dollars if the kindergarten teacher had to guess.Â
Of course, their picture gets snapped and is posted to the school website a few days later.Â
At lunch, while Janine is eating and on her laptop, her eyes go wide. âMelissa!â
âWhat?â
âYou looked beautiful the other night!â
âThanks, kid.â
âHow did you get all of that?â
âI know a guy.â
Jacob moves his chair so he too can get a look.
âMelissa, that isâŠâ he thinks to himself quietly. âAt least a six hundred dollar look! For a school event? Girl, where are you getting all of this stuff?!â
âI told youse, I know a guy.â
Itâs a weekend when the Abbott crew decides to get together, and they all have plans to go to Barbaraâs house for game night, but Gerald gets sick and they can no longer use the Howard residence.
âWell, I guess we should cancel,â Melissa sighs as theyâre all leaving the school that day.
âWhat if we just came to your place?â the kindergarten teacher asks. âItâs the only other space big enough to accommodate us all.â
Begrudgingly, the second grade teacher agrees. As everyone is on their way over, she calls you.
âHello?â
âHey hun,â she says softly. âSo⊠change in plans for tonight.â
âOh? Do I get you all to myself tonight?â
âNot exactlyâŠâ the redhead trails off. âWeâre moving game night to our house.â
âOh,â you say softly, your face dropping as you thumb through papers in your office.
âYeah,â she hums.
âI mean, I guess I can go out to dinner with my mom or something to pass the-â
âWhat if we just⊠came out? At least just to the crew,â your girlfriend suggests quietly.
You mull that option over for a few seconds. âY-yeah. If youâre ready for that.â
âI am if you are.â
âI can pick up dinner,â you tell her. âI should be out of here by 5:30, and then I can head over to grab some food before coming home.â
âThereâsâŠâ she counts in her head. âeight of us.â
âEight?â
âSomehow Mr. J wormed himself into this get together,â Melissa laughs softly. âSomething about getting the band back together- whatever the hell that means.Â
Once youâre free from work, you head over to one of the nicer restaurants in the city, and because you and Melissa have become frequent flyers there, theyâre able to oblige your request for a few trays of food. You leave a generous tip before packing the food into your car and making your way back to your townhouse.Â
Upon pulling in, you take a few deep breaths before gathering your briefcase and the food and making your way to the door.
When you push it open, all eyes are on you.
âHey,â you sigh as you kick off your shoes and head for the kitchen table to put down all the food.
âMelissa, you didnât tell us you have a roommate, never mind a hot one!â Ava grins.
The redhead just rolls her eyes before glaring. That glare is gone though once you make your way back into the living room and sit down next to your girlfriend.
âHey babe,â you smile at her before kissing her cheek softly.
âBabe?â Barbaraâs eyes go wide. âMelissa Ann, do you have a girlfriend?â
The redhead just smirks. âOh, did I not mention that I am happily in a relationship and have been for two and a half years?â
âWait a minute,â Mr. Johnson furrows his brows and looks you over. âAinât you one of those fancy lawyers that works at the firm down the street from Abbott?â
You nod. âHi. Iâm Y/N.â You cordially shake everybodyâs hand with a kind smile.
âWait,â Janine pieces it all together. âIs this why you moved and could afford this place? Why your meals have gotten a lot fancier, and how you could afford the clothes you wore to the dinner the other night?â
Melissa just nods. âI guess you could say⊠I won the lottery with this one.â
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đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: a ghost from your past makes a surprise appearance, dragging forth all the regrets and wishes you'd spent years trying to drown. and yet, some strange string of Fate keeps you and the future king of the pirates intertwined, for better or for worse.
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đđšđ§đđđ§đ: use of Y/N, gn reader, ANGST, alcohol, an existential crisis probably
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If someone asked you how many years youâd been a marine, your answer would be uhm, well, less than ten, because the actual number was lost to you. But you knew itâd been less than ten. Being with the marines for more than a decade was a thought that shot nausea straight to your gut.
However long itâd been, things had reached a comfortable norm. You rarely saw Koby those days. Back when you were stationed on the same ship, you and he had grown close, finding something familiar in the soul of the other. Now Koby was a captain, you were just under him in rank as a commander, and the two of you were under different commands.Â
You rarely noticed when a day passed anymore. It was all a numbing cycle of chores, reports, and arrestsârepeat. Your cohorts had taken to a game they called Make-Y/N-Crack, in which they did everything in their power to draw any sort of reaction from you.
No one had won so far, your deadpan too seeped into your whole being that youâd near forgotten how to smile.
Your main indicator of a passage of time was the wear and tear of Luffyâs wanted poster, one of his very first, and certainly not his last. It was faded in some places and torn in a corner, but you held it close to you wherever you went, including the island your ship was stopped at for supplies.Â
Given that the ship would be there for a few days, you and your fellows had one night to yourselves to roam the town and do as you pleased.Â
âCommanderââ
âWeâre off duty, Nia. Call me my name,â you said evenly, cutting off the soldier girl. Nia burned bright red, mouth snapping shut. You sighed. âWhat do you need?â
âWell, I was just wondering why youâre going that way?â she asked, jutting her chin at the side street youâd been headed toward when she called you back. Behind Nia, a rowdy crowd of fellow marines waited for their friend to join, each casting you a contemplative kind of glower. âWeâre all headed to the bar, if you wanted to come?â
They all hated you, for reasons you didn't bother to fathom. All except Nia, who was possibly too gentle to be a commissioned marine, in your opinion. âIâm fine. I know where Iâm going.â
She nodded once and turned tail, jogging after her friends who nudged her shoulder with a tease you didnât catch. You stood for a moment and watched them go; you watched their easy smiles and close camaraderie, and you missed that.
Koby flourished in this line of work, setting out everyday to make this world better. You felt you should be doing the sameâthat you were doing the sameâbut it all felt so useless. So mundane. Worthless.
You had yet to cross paths with the pirate Monkey D. Luffy. It hadn't yet been a decade, but what if ten years did pass? What then? Would you continue as you are, mindlessly walking a path youâd carved for yourself?
âI need a drink,â you muttered, turning back down the dimly lit street.Â
You were somewhat familiar with the town, having been here once before around a year ago. Koby had been with you then, that being one of your last weeks together before he was promoted and moved to a different ship.
It was your intention to find the cozy tavern once again to maybe mull over some of your less-bitter memories. That thought had you running a hand over your face. Whatâs become of me?
Sometimes you forgot why youâd joined the marines, and then the poster tucked into the pocket of your coat burned with the reminder. Other times, you wondered why you stayed after all this time (you hadn't found a decent answer for that yet).
You found it was easier to get drunk than to wonder where your decisions had led you.
The moment you stepped into the tavern a wave of warm air hit you, along with the odor of sweat, alcohol, and bread. Not the most pleasing combination, but you trudged inside and beelined for the bar anyway.Â
The bartender shot you a tight grin, stress lining her forehead. âWhat can I get ya?â
âSurprise me,â you muttered, setting some money down on the counter. She swiped it up and made to fetch a drink, but her eyes found your messy uniform first. She hesitated, glancing up at you, before warily continuing on her way.
You threw your head into your hands, heaving a sigh. You really should have changed before leaving the ship. Being a marine didnât make you popular with a great many people. You liked it when townâs smiled at you even when they saw your uniform, but those occurrences were growing fewer and farther between.
If only you had Kobyâs optimism. If only you had the guts to stand up. If only youâd gone with Luffy. If only, if only, if onlyâŠ
Heâd probably forgotten all about you, moved on with the sea in his hair and light in his eyes.Â
âHere you go.â The bartender placed a drink to your right. You cast it a glance and pulled it closer, peering into the dark liquid. âStrong stuff. Ya look like you need it.â
You nodded through a huffy laugh. âThanks, miss.â
After cracking your neck you tipped back your drink, grimacing at the sting and just plain awful taste. She chuckled as she walked away. âTold you.â
âYeah, yeah,â you mumbled into the cup, taking another swig and slamming it back down with a cough.
A figure plopped into the seat beside you, the ruffling of their coat meeting your ears. They let free a hefty sigh, and you swore you felt their exhaustion just radiating off their skin.Â
âBrandy, if you please.â
You choked into your cup, this time not from the rancid burn. Stiff as a board, you stared daggers into the bar, hands tight around the cup. The bartender handed over a glass to the person beside you.
âThank you, sweetheart.â That voice was gruff with a sly tilt to it. You knew that voice.
You didnât want to turn, but you did anyway, wide eyes landing on the profile of a one armed, red haired pirate you thought for certain youâd never see again.
Shanks swirled around his liquor before taking a drink, slamming the cup back down a moment later. Really, you should have fled the site and gone to spend a miserable night with the other marines. But your whole body was seized up, eyes locked on Luffyâs idol.
âIââ you squeaked, cupping a hand over your mouth an instant later as Shanks cast you a side eye.
Immediately, he was curious, wondering why exactly this kid looked so familiar. He turned his head, disturbed by how you stared at him like youâd seen a ghost. scrutinizing your face, it hit him like a punch to the gut; in his mindâs eye he shrank you down a few feet, gave you a set of buck teeth, and placed you next to a little curly headed boy.
âY/N?â He laughed. âWhatâYouâre so big!â
Though he smiled, you couldnât help but picture his face in a wanted poster. Your uniform felt all too hot and heavy all of a sudden. âUhâŠâ
âWhatâre you doing here, kid?â He clapped you on the shoulder and nearly knocked the breath out of you. âWhereâs Luffy? I never thought Iâd see one without the other.â
You hated to spoil his excitement at the prospect of seeing the boy, so you avoided the question altogether. âIâm here for work.â
He saw right through you, his smile losing some of its genuineness. âAnd Luffy?â You turned and tipped back the last of your drink, and Shanks finally noticed your attire, particularly the familiar emblem. âShitâthe Marines? Really?â
Annoyance crept up your mind. You held your cup in both hands, gaze hung. âCommander Y/N, at your service.â
âCommander⊠wow.â He shifted to completely face you, a grin working up his face. âThatâs amazing.â
You had expected a shout, maybe the retrieval of his pistol. Not whatever that was. You faced him warily, catching pride flashing in his eyes. âYouâre not angryâŠâ
âWhy would I be?â He waved for the bartender to bring him another drink, motioning two fingers at her. âYouâre successful. Always knew you would be, Worm.â
A childish part of you fluttered at the mention of that old nickname. Bookworm. Hah. You hardly read these days, always too busy. The bartender put down two shot glasses and swept away. âBut⊠My job is to catch pirates like you.â
He scoffed, nudging your glass toward you. âNo offense, Commander Bookworm, but youâre not catching me anytime soon.â
âI wasn't going to try. Just saying.â You picked up the glass and watched him reach to clink his to yours. Letting slide a scant smirk, you accepted the cheers and shot back the liquid in sync with Shanks.Â
You nearly gagged again as you set the glass back down, laughing. âGod, I hate liquor.â
Shanks nudged you as he called for yet another drink. âCanât say the same.â The conversation fell short, and Shanks cast you a glance as you fiddled with the fabric of your coat. âMind if I ask how you got here? I mean, I figured for sure youâd be with Luffy. Youâve seen his poster, right?â
âOf course,â you snapped back, your hand passing over your pocket. âI, uhm⊠A while back, Luffy escapedâŠâ
His eyes held a misty sadness. âAnd you didnât.â
You found yourself shaking your head, hands closing into fists. âI chose to stay behind.â
Shanks waited for you to elaborate, blinking blankly. And when you didnâtâ âWhy the fuck would you do that?â
âExcuse me,â you startled.
âWhy the fuck,â he enunciated incredulously, âwould you stay behind? Heâs gotta be beside himself.â
Straightening up, you narrowed your eyes at him. âEven if he was, itâs been years, Red Hair. Heâs gotten over itââ
âHave you?â The question was instantaneous, no hesitation behind the dagger-like words.
âWhat?â
âGotten over it. I doubt you have.â
You gaped at him. âYou know nothing about me. Donât think youâve got me all figured out just because you ruined my life by giving Luffy all those stupid dreamsââ You choked, huffed, and attempted to make a quick escape.
Shanksâ hand found your shoulder, gentle yet firm, and you plopped back onto your seat, eyes closed tight. âLet me go.â
âIâm sorry,â he said slowly. âOkay? Iâll back off.â
Without asking or saying anything at all, the bartender set another glass of that awful drink in front of you. You took a sip, shaking his hand off and taking a moment to breathe. âIt was for the best, all right? I would only hold him back. Look how far heâs come. He couldnât have done that with me lagging after him.â
âWhy would you be lagging?â When you didnât answer, only turning your face away, he nudged you with his shoulder. âWorm?â
That name made it hard to take anything seriously, but somehow, you managed, hissing out a sigh through your teeth. âItâs much easier to read about other people being brave.â Chewing your lip, âI like to read about heroes, mostly to remind myself why Iâm not one.â
âYouâre a marine. Surely sometimes youâre a hero.â
âSometimes.â Throwing caution to the wind, you drank your whole glass in one swig, letting the alcohol simmer through your blood and turn your mind hazy.Â
âWhat did you mean,â he asked. âWhen you said I ruined your life?â
âOh. Itâs nothing.â
âTell me.â
You tried to slide off the stool again. âGoodbye, Shanks.â
He didnât stop you this time, only shifting to watch you slowly trudge away. Shanks scoffed. âCâmon, Worm. Whatâre you so afraid of?â
Lots of things. You were afraid of spiders and falling, though not of heights themselves, and you quite liked the daddy-long-legs. You were afraid of losing, of failing, of being wrong. Of seeing Luffy again and having him be completely disappointed with what he saw. An all consuming fear that you canât change what you are, that youâre too far down this road to ever think of turning back.
You hardly realized youâd stopped walking until Shanks was at your side, moving to catch your distracted gaze. âKid?â
You swallowed thickly. âI was always content with my fate. Luffy wasnât, and a lot of that has to do with you. The rest was his own passion.â That incessant burn resurfaced in your throat. âSo I stayed because I wasnât about to drag him down with me. Heâs too good. IâŠâ
Dammit. Youâd been doing so well. You hadnât cried in months. Trying to glare, you spat, âGoodbye.â
You made to walk past him and actually leave the building this time, but he caught your wrist. Whirling around, your curses were cut off by a quick and dangerous offer: âCome join my crew.â
Shanks was so sincere, nearly hopeful as he stared into your eyes. You wondered if this is how your father would look at you if he knew how to be kind.
Barely breathing, you shoved every word and every notion down to the pits of your mind, retracting your arm to wrap it around yourself. A singular tear fled your eye and was wiped away in an instant. Shaking your head, you backed away from him, trying not to stumble, and bolted out of the tavern.Â
The worst of it was Shanksâ sad sigh you caught as you fled, like heâd expected this, like he was wondering why he bothered to ask.
Later, you found Nia and the others waltzing back up to the ship. Your face was dry and your expression a void, and Nia smiled as she raced toward you.Â
âCommander!â She skidded to a stop, backtracking, âSorry. Y/N.â
âWhat is it?â you said a little too harshly.
She wasnât perturbed, grinning up at you. âDid you find what you were looking for?â
Your heart held this odd numbness you had come to equate with acceptance. Luffyâs poster burned like hellfire in your pocket. âI think so.â
Nia invited you to join the rest of them in the shipâs galley, promising good conversation and cheap wine smuggled on board. You told her youâd think about it, and she chased her friends up the gangway and onto the ship.Â
The sea licked at the wood of the docks and the wind bit at your skin. And you stood solemnly, watching that crumpled wanted poster become saturated by murky water till it sank out of view.
You regretted it instantly, a recurring theme for you, apparently.Â
How easy would it be to walk away from the marine vessel and find Shanks again? How simple would it be it to ditch this marineâs coat and set off on your own? Your hands started to tremble at the very notion. Not easy and not simple at all.Â
Casting a glance up at the starry sky, you bit back a sob, and you made a wish on the first star you laid eyes on. Please, please donât hate me.
Stiffening, you set your jaw and cursed yourself. You had to get a hold of yourself. Being a marine was hell for you, but youâd been doing it for years. Seeing a ghost from your past and having him give you a chance shouldnât be so crushing. Honestly, you should be cursing Shanks for giving you an offer you didnât deserve. This was all his fault, all Luffyâs faultâ
And you broke, breath seizing as a silent cry fled your lips.Â
You loved himâof course you still loved him. You would until you died, you think. And that was the problem. With your arms wrapped around yourself, you thought back to the day everything changed.
Luffyâs little broken boat, disappearing on the horizon, Vice Admiral Garp leering at your shoulder. Your first moments entrapped by fear. Youâd been proud of that day, once upon a time. Now you werenât so sure.
Was there any room to turn back, with years of running from your past behind you?
âOh, Luffy. What have I done?â
A cord in your heartstrings snapped, and your feet scrambled away from the marine vessel. A gasp ripped from your chest, eyes aflame, and your fists tightened desperately around this bout of courage.
Back down the road, back to the little tavern, you burst through the double doors, certain you looked insane as your eyes sweeped the dim room. The bartenderâs eyes snapped up from where she was cleaning the many glasses you and Shanks had left behind. A fistfull of beri had been left in his wake.
âKeep going left,â said the bartender. âYou might catch him.â
A thank you slipped past your lips as you raced outside, raising your hands in two Lâs to pinpoint the right direction, taking off down the street that faded from cobblestone to dirt under your footfalls.Â
Over twigs and leaves, under trees that grew thick further down the path, your heart thundered against your ribcage. The sloping road grew thin before it gave way to a secluded beach lit only by the moon. Your chest heaved as sand kicked up behind you.
âWait!â you cried. âShanks! Wait, please! I'll go with you! ShanksâŠâ
A little lantern illuminated the dingy too far away to hear you as it rowed closer to the ship anchored out in the bay. A whisper of his name fell off your tongue, throat suddenly dry and stomach sick.
You hit your knees, fists grabbing at grains of sand that slipped through your fingertips. âCome back. PleaseâŠâ
For the second time in your life, you watched a ship sail away carrying with it the chance of freedom, leaving you on the sand empty and helpless.
àȘââŽ
Luffy rarely dreamed when he slept. When he did dream, he never remembered it, the wild scenes fading seconds after he woke.Â
Which is why he startled awake, hands clawing at his hammock, straw hat falling off his face and into his lap. He clung to the sound of your laughter, of your touch grazing his cheek, of the feel of your skin under his handsâ
He didnât dream often, but when he did, he often dreamt of you.Â
He rubbed at his sleep crusted eyes and ached for the quickly fading memory. The finer details of the plot were soon lost on him, but he knew in this dream you were happy. Luffy liked those dreams much more than the more common ones where you cried, too far out of his reach to comfort.
âLuffy?â spoke Chopper, his voice hazy with sleep as he yawned. âAre you okay?â
âHuh?â Confused, Luffy realized he was gasping for air. âOâOh, Iâm fine, Chopper.â He glanced down from his hammock to offer the reindeer a trembling smile. âIâm good, really.â
Not buying it, Chopper huffed and stood from his own hammock, making quick work of climbing up to Luffyâs. He sat across from his captain, worry all over his furry face. âDid you have a bad dream?â
âNah, donât worry âbout it.â He reached over to ruffle the tuft of fur between Chopperâs antlers. âSorry for waking you.â
He smiled softly. âItâs okay.â Chopper started to snuggle into the fabric of the hammock, obviously having no intention of climbing back down. âI was having a bad dream too.â
Luffy leaned back, doing his best to calm his nerves enough to go back to sleep. âYeah?â
âMhmm. Nami was angry at me. It wasnât fun.â
The captain laughed, promptly shut up by a voice from the hammock underneath. âShut up, would ya?â
Chopper squeaked, âSorry, Zoro.â
The swordsman sighed and rustled in his hammock. âIt's fine. Go to bed.â
Soon Zoroâs snores filled the mensâ quarters, and Chopperâs calm breathing soon followed. Sanji and Usopp snored in tandem as well, till only Luffy remained awake, staring at the ceiling, trying desperately to recall his dream.
You couldnât be happy, wherever you were. How long had it been? Far too long, though he wasnât sure exactly how much time had passed since he last saw you on the beach of Foosha Village.Â
Would he recognize you? Would you recognize him? Luffy had to hope the answer was yes, and he had to hope one day heâd have the chance to rescue you, to set you free just as you freed him.
âIâll find you,â he threatened the silence. âYou canât hide forever.â
Miles and miles away, kneeling on the sand, you swore you heard a familiar voice in the wind, but it couldnât have been. You were halfway near drunk. That must've been it.
Luffy turned his head to look out the window of the cabin, and you tilted your chin to stare at the stars. The stars twinkled down on the both of you, promises and threats hung on the wind and sea that separated you.Â
Some endings are always meant for tragedy. Some loves are meant for doom. It was how Fate worked.Â
But Fate favored you and Luffyâforever working to save the other, forever aching for the day that would bring you side by side once again.Â
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Game, Set, Match
Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a professional tennis player, struggling to go back to the top and win the US Open. Reluctant at first, she allows a sports journalist into her life... and a bit more.
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R - Ya know it, fluffy af.
A/N: I love tennis and this was basically written for me. But @canvascoloredin is also a fan and thought, ok well, let's post it, maybe someone else will enjoy :)
âThirty allâ
Sheâs catching up, do something.
âForty, thirtyâ
âDeuceâ
âCome on, Natashaâ her sister yells from the box.
Advantage, Romanoff.
Game, set, match. Natasha Romanoff.
Everything that happens after is a blur. Natasha feels like she just played the final, but in reality, itâs just the first round.
âWay to go, darlingâ her mother compliments when sheâs back in the locker rooms, but Fury is quickly behind, not holding back.
âThree sets against an amateur and you won because she got nervous and got a double fault. Thatâs not goodâÂ
âI beat her, didnât I?â Natasha averts her eyes, putting on her jacket to go to the press room.
âBarelyâ her trainer mumbles.Â
Natashaâs heart beats fast as she sits in front of all the journalists. They were warned about the questions they could ask, but still. Natasha feels all eyes on her, judging her reaction and demeanor.
âDid you worry about losing control at the start of the third set?â a man in the front row asks.
âIt was the defining moment of the game, so I felt like I had to push myself harder and control the rhythm of the match. Which obviously happenedâ
âHow was it to go back after your break? Unlike other players, you didnât participate in any tournaments between Wimbledon and thisâ
âIâve been playing tennis all my life, really, so it doesnât feel like a big deal to me. Just because I wasnât playing to win titles doesnât mean I didnât trainâÂ
Natasha hears Fury cough and has to resist the urge to roll her eyes.
Control your temper, heâs trying to say.
Well, maybe they shouldnât ask stupid questions.
--
Youâre sitting in the middle of the press room, eyes trained on Natasha. Sheâs looking anywhere but you.Â
I guess this means she read my column.
The conference is coming to an end, so you raise your hand and the assistant points at you.
âWe have time for one moreâ he concedes.
âThatâs enough for todayâ Natasha shuts it down before you can ask.Â
Yeah, she definitely read the article.
Natasha canât wait to get out of there, thanking the press before sprinting out of the room. You consider following her, but a text from your boss stops you.
Go to LA Stadium, Wanda Maximoff just bageled some poor girl.
With a bit of luck, youâll get an exclusive with Wanda.
--
The biggest crime of Shostakov
It was a Tuesday afternoon, well into the second week of Wimbledon, when the news broke out. Alexei Shostakov, retired tennis player, was arrested for fraud and tax evasion. While in custody, it was discovered Shostakov was in possession of drugs.
The famous Red Guardian, who once had won on that very same club, was now dragged away in a patrol car, stripped of his days of glory. For people who are well versed in the history of tennis, this doesnât come as a complete shock. Shostakov was a notorious trouble maker, often breaking rackets, ripping his shirts open and getting expelled from a total of 15 matches during the entire run of his career.
No one seemed more affected by the news than his protegee and adoptive daughter, Natasha Romanoff. The favorite to win the worldâs most important Grand Slam retired amid the breaking news. As a result, Wanda Maximoffâs path to the trophy was an easy one, taking the number 1 from Romanoff while she was at it.
If her career depends on Alexeiâs ability to get back on his feet, Natasha Romanoff should retire now.
In her best form, Romanoff is stealthy, precise and absolutely lethal. Her movements reminisce those of a ballerina; one that gracefully dances across the court -doesnât matter if itâs grass, clay or hard- to deliver blow after blow of brilliance. Natasha has raw talent, pure heart and an unbreakable spirit.
The biggest crime of Shostakov, is that heâs in the way of her greatness. Maybe itâs his ego or a compulsion to attach himself to a woman who has the capacity to break every record from the Open Era.
Whatever the reason, itâs clear sheâs better off without him. For those of us who love this sport, and want Natasha to be the champion she was meant to be, this is an unique opportunity to watch her finally emerge from the shadows of the overbearing man.
The proverbial ball is in Romanoffâs court. In all her brilliance, the one thing Natasha rarely does is take risks.
Itâs never too late to start.
--
âWeâre finishing the second day of the US Open and we have some major upsets. Carol Danvers, number 3 in the world and only American in the top ten lost to Brit Peggy Carterâ you say, holding the mic and looking at the camera.
âI understand there was some excitement on the manâs singlesâ you hear Maria say on your earpiece and you nod.
âQueens had a face off with Brooklyn today. Bucky Barnes defeated amateur Peter Parker, but get this! They played five sets, and Peter won every tiebreak. So it seems like we have some exciting new talentâ
âWeâll keep an eye on him, for sure. Thanks for the report, Y/N!â
âA pleasure as usual, Maria. Greetings to everyone back on the studioâÂ
âAnd cutâ Darcy, your producer says. You remove the earpiece and hand over the mic. As you turn around, you spot Natasha training. Itâs obvious youâre staring when Darcy speaks.
âYou didnât do anything wrong, you know? You wrote what a lot of people were thinkingâ
âWell, seems like she doesnât wanna hear itâ
âItâs fine. I mean, it would be better if we could get a quote from her or an interview but if she hates you that much we can get someone else to do itâ
âOr, I could go and try to talk to her?â
âSo you have a death wish!â
âDidnât you just say I did nothing wrong?â
âYes, but that doesnât mean sheâll listen. I am also legally obligated to tell you that your health insurance doesnât cover injuries caused by tennis balls. Or racketsâ
âVery funnyâ
--
âRelax your wristâ Fury instructs once again and Natasha ignores him, as usual.
She hates the press, the interviews, the hoops she has to jump through just so she can play tennis.Â
None of it is optional and she has to follow the rules, something Natasha is particularly bad at.
âIf you want to move to the next round youâre gonna have to listen to meâ
Does she really want to move to the next round? Is there a point to all of this? She had lost her number one ranking and people were focusing more on her private life than her career.
Fury spots you across the court and smiles.Â
You nod your head towards the man and he sighs, defeated.
âCan you talk some sense into her?âÂ
âCan anyone?â you say and he pats you on the back, leaving the court. The sun is setting and people are going home, ready to return tomorrow to watch the next round of players. You greet Natasha but she ignores you.
âYou owe me a questionâ you try to joke, as she keeps hitting the ball so hard you think her racket will break in half.Â
âI know who you are and Iâm not talking to youâÂ
She looks hot when sheâs pissed.
You push those thoughts away.
âNatashaâ
âNo, you and I are not on a first name basis. Not after you wrote all that crap about me without knowing meâÂ
âI only spoke the truthâÂ
âThat my career is doomed and I should retire?â she finally stops throwing balls across the court and turns to look at you.
âOh, my God! You didnât even read it, did you?â
âI donât need to. I know what everyone's been saying ever since Alexei was arrested. I know he was unconventional, but he was my trainer. He was beside me through the good and badâÂ
âI get it, ok? Heâs your family. And your trainer. Thatâs never easy and I understand how it can be hard to see things objectively. But, Natasha, you are great in spite of him, not because of himâ
That makes her pause.
âNick Fury came out of retirement to train you. Thatâs how talented you are!â
The redhead serves a couple of times, staying completely silent.
âIâm not talking to youâ she reminds you.Â
âYouâre the best player out there, Natasha. And right now youâre the only thing getting in the way of your successâÂ
--
Morning comes and so does the next match. Natasha is looking out the window of the suite, as people come and go around the busy streets of the tennis center.
Fury steps in, immediately aware of her nervous energy. If he asks if sheâs ready, sheâll probably rip his head off. So, talking about something different might be the way to go.
âHer father was also a sports journalist,â he says, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.
âWho?âÂ
âY/N. Richard was a single parent, so heâd always bring her to the games, even as a baby. She behaved better than most people tooâÂ
âIs he retired?âÂ
âNope. Cancer. Four years agoâ Fury sits in front of Natasha. âDidnât expect her to follow his steps, but that girl really knows sports. Sheâs working with the local station, and also writes for Sports Illustratedâ
âWhat are you trying to say?â
âNever hurts to have a couple of friends around,â he says, sipping from his glass.
âIâm not good at making friendsâ Natasha looks away.
âYeah, I know. Youâre good at tennis, soâŠâ the man checks his watch and stands up. âLetâs kick some assâ
--
Natasha has to face Kate Bishop, currently ranked 24. Her game is the opposite of aggressive, but sheâs famous for her impeccable aim. Natasha has to control the game from the start if she wants to win.
She serves first, and as she bounces the ball, preparing her stance, Furyâs words echo in her head. All the advice he has given her for the past months, advice that she has consistently ignored.
Then, as she throws the ball, her eyes meet yours. Youâre sitting in the front row, leaning forward.Â
In a split second, she makes a decision.
Natasha is ready to take risks.
She aims for the corner of the service box, hoping it will fall inside. Kate lunges forward, shocked at the speed of the ball.
âAceâ the umpire announces. âFifteen loveâÂ
Natasha sees you clapping and can hear Fury shouting âThatâs it, you can do this, Romanoffâ
And boy, does she deliver. Kate is running across the court. Natashaâs unforced errors are incredibly low. While the crowd usually loves long games, the redhead is a legend and theyâre excited to see her prowess first hand.Â
The game ends in 47 minutes, 6-3, 6-2.
Kate approaches the net and shakes Natashaâs hand.
âThat was⊠incredible, Romanoffâ
âThank you, KateâÂ
The kind words and the genuine admiration make Natasha relax instantly.
Of course, the crowd goes wild as the redhead lifts her arms, clapping and waving.Â
Sheâs in such a good mood that she decides sheâll finally take your question. But as she enters the press room, youâre nowhere to be found.Â
Still, she chats and even jokes around with the journalists present.
Once again, the entire family celebrates as if Natasha had already won the Grand Slam.
âSeestra, the crowd was going craaaazy, it was like a Taylor Swift concertâ Yelena tells her excitedly as they eat. Natashaâs starving, so nervous about today that she didnât even have breakfast.
They keep chatting, talking about strategy for the next game and wondering who will go against Natasha next.Â
âNatalia, your father wants to talk to youâ Melina interrupts, holding her phone.
âWhy?â Natasha snaps, going back to her stoic self.
âHe wants to congratulate you,â the woman insists.
âIâm not in the mood. Excuse meâ she stands up, losing her appetite.
Out on the terrace, she watches people passing by, trying to think of anything else but Alexei.
Your words come back to her, and she starts to believe them.
You are great in spite of him.
âHey, there you are!â you shout from the bottom of the stairs, waving. âDo you have a sec?â
Natasha nods, going down.Â
âFirst of all, wow. Bravaâ
âYou wanted something?â she rolls her eyes, but you notice she blushes lightly.
Itâs quite the view, Natashaâs body covered in sweat from the physical exertion, her sculpted arms in full display.
That tennis outfit looks really good on her.
âOh.. yeah. Do you, uh, have time to meet a fan? Sheâs a little girl and youâre her favorite playerâ
âOf courseâÂ
âAwesome, come with me!â you take her by the hand.
Natasha tries to ignore the tingling feeling she gets as sheâs dragged around the center. Some people recognise her, but youâre walking fast and they donât have the chance to stop her for a picture.
âHey, Ava!â you greet the little girl, whoâs holding a big tennis ball and a black marker. âNatasha, meet Ava. Sheâs your number one fanâÂ
âHi,â the girl says shyly. Sheâs about nine, her mother standing next to her and smiling.
âHi, Ava. Itâs so nice to meet youâ Natasha greets. âHow are you liking the tournament so far?âÂ
âUh, it was great, and you were so awesome today!â
âThank you, I really appreciate it. Would you like me to sign that?â
âYes, please!â her arms shoot forward, anxiously.Â
âWhat other players would you like to meet?â Natasha says, as she signs the ball.
âMaybe Peter Parker⊠We met Carol Danvers, Bucky Barnes and also, Wandaâ
Yeah, Natasha didnât miss the way Maximoff signed the ball.Â
From the number 1 player to the number 1 fan.Â
So pretentious.
âThatâs nice,â Natasha says, handing the ball back.
âAlright, letâs take a pictureâ you pull out your phone. Natasha kneels to be closer to Ava, and then places her tennis hat on the girlâs head.
âYou can have itâ Natasha smiles and is surprised when she gets a very enthusiastic hug. Her mother has to practically drag her away from where youâre standing, Ava turning around every couple of steps to wave at Natasha.
âThank you, Nat,â you say, smiling.
âItâs not a problem. I didnât see you in todayâs press conferenceâ
âThatâs because itâs my day offâ you say, surprised that she noticed your absence.
âWhat about that thing?â she points at the badge hanging from your neck that reads Press.
âThatâs how I get in for free, duhâÂ
âSneakyâÂ
âI can beâ you shrug your shoulders and then turn back to your phone. âHey, so can I send this to your PR team for them to post it?âÂ
âYou donât have toâÂ
âFine, Iâll post it on my feed and tag you. Alright, gotta go. Have to cheer for Buckyâ you say, taking her hand one last time. âOnce again, thank you. And congrats. You were fantasticâ
âI owe you a questionâ she calls when youâre walking away.
âIâm saving it for when you win the championshipâ you wink and she smiles, scratching the side of her neck nervously.
Later that day, her phone is blasting with notifications.
âAlmost one million likes, Natashaâ Yelena shows her the picture you uploaded of her and Ava.
âIs that good or bad?â the redhead shrugs her shoulders and her sister rolls her eyes.
âYouâre so uncool!âÂ
However, she knows enough about Instagram to find your profile, going through your feed. Most of the pictures are from different games, some hangout with friends, the most frequent ones being Barnes and a pro that plays for the Yankees, Sam Wilson.
Sheâs about to close the app when two things that are equally horrible happen.
First, she likes one of your pictures from two years ago.
Second, she gets a message.
OfficialWandaMaximoff: Congrats on your win today <3
--
Bucky just lost the second set and is down on the third one. You keep refreshing the feed as you wait next to other journalists for Wanda Maximoff.Â
Of course sheâs in the quarter finals, thatâs hardly a shock. Everyoneâs waiting for her to face Natasha in the finals. When it happens, youâre obviously rooting for Nat.
Speaking of whichâŠ
@SportsBrooklyn: Good luck tomorrow!Â
@NatashaROfficial followed you back
@NatashaROfficial: Do you only use Instagram or can you text like a normal person?
@SportsBrooklyn: Oh, right, text you to the number I donât have!
Wanda walks in that moment and you lock your phone. Her auburn hair is tied in a high ponytail, and she changed to her signature red windbreaker and black pants.
Youâre busy taking notes when your phone pings again. To your surprise, Natasha actually gave you her phone number.
@NatashaROfficial: If you share it with anyone else Iâll choke you
@SportsBrooklyn: Kinky ;)
The press conference ends and you practically sprint out to see if you can catch the rest of Buckyâs game.
You have to settle for the screens on the Champions Bar, comforted by the fact that Bucky seems to be ahead on the third set. As soon as he wins it, you stand up, knowing the break is the perfect time to slip into the playerâs box.
âIâm so sorryâ you say as you crash into none other than Wanda Maximoff. She grabs your arm to steady herself, smiling to ease you.
âThatâs alright. Youâre in a hurry?â she says, turning at the screen.Â
âA bit, yeahâÂ
âI wish someone as cute as you was rooting for meâ she smiles, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. Sheâs flirting? Oh boy. âI noticed you looking at your phone during the press conference. Barnes is a lucky guyâÂ
âOh, weâre notâŠâÂ
âHere I was thinking he was smarter than thatâ
Thereâs a sense of urgency to go before the break is over, but youâre also completely confused. Why is Wanda Maximoff taking an interest in a local reporter? Youâre vaguely aware that her eyes drift somewhere behind you from time to time, but before you can turn and have a look, she pulls your press badge and smiles.
âIf you ever want an exclusive, just let me know, Y/NâŠâ she reads the name from your press badge and walks away, leaving you completely confused.
--
Natasha watches the entire interaction from her small table. She needed a break so she decided to put on a hat and glasses, to get a drink without being recognised.
Wanda was all over you, giggling and looking Natashaâs way as much as she could, to let her know this was entirely to upset her.
All Natasha wanted to do was stand up and take you away from Wanda. You were too good for someone like Maximoff.
Wanda thought she was making Natasha jealous.Â
She was right, but not in the way she would have wanted to.
--
âMaybe itâs time I retireâÂ
âYouâre 28âÂ
âMight as well be 100 in tennis yearsâÂ
âBuckâ you nudge him.
Youâre looking out the Brooklyn Bridge, trying to cheer up your best friend after losing in the round of 16.
âYou won the Australian Open this yearâÂ
âOh, yeah. I forgot about that. See? Iâm senileâ he mumbles, still grumpy.
âYou did great, and youâre still in the top five, Grumpa. Ha! See what I did there?â he rolls his eyes and you smile, pulling him back to the street. âCome on, Sam is waiting for us to have some lunchâÂ
âOk, but itâs on you because Iâll be broke once I retireâÂ
âYeah, yeahâ you roll your eyes, looping your arms together and dragging him to your favorite dinner. Samâs already there, chatting around with everyone that recognises him.
All eyes turn to you as he stands up and practically shouts.
âHowâs my favorite girl?â Sam greets you and then slaps Buckyâs shoulder. âDonât make that face, man. You won the aussie oneâ
âThatâs what I told himâÂ
Bucky takes his jacket off and orders a beer as soon as the waiter approaches you; even if itâs only noon, you let it slide.
You get a text from Darcy, asking if youâre watching the game.
Your mind instantly goes to Natasha. Did she lose? No, that canât be. She was playing against Van Dyne, who was only there because of a wild card. You turn to one of the screens and ask the waiter to change the channel.Â
âSheâs winningâ you say, still not understanding what Darcy meant.
âWhy does she look so upset, then?â Sam points out.
Natasha is arguing with the umpire. You recognise him immediately.
âI hate that guy,â Bucky says, echoing your thoughts.
âJarvis⊠something. Stone?âÂ
âYeah, a total asshole. Wouldnât give me a point I clearly won on Wimbledon because the other player was also a BritâÂ
The argument ends and she keeps playing. Her forehand is killer today.
âWowâ Bucky says at the same time as you gasp.
âMan, I feel so dumb right nowâ Sam is looking between both of you, not knowing what caused your reaction.
âJust now? Itâs more like, alwaysâ Bucky teases and Sam glares. He rolls his eyes and points at the screen. âVan Dyne hit after a double bounce. Thatâs not allowed. But Stone clearly doesnât give a shit. Heâs giving her the pointâ
âNatasha stopped playing because she saw it. He claims he didnât so in his mind, she lost this oneâ you keep explaining.
âIf Hope had a little bit of integrity, sheâd concede the point or play it againâ
âWell, sheâs losing so sheâll take all the help she can getâ you say.Â
Natashaâs rage fuels her after this and she ends up winning, the second set a devastating 6-0.
However, the two men on the screen are being unsurprisingly critical of her. Your stomach turns when you hear the words âemotionalâ and âaggressiveâ thrown around.
Even if itâs a long shot, you try calling her. Phoneâs off.
If youâre lucky, youâll manage to see her once you get back to the stadium.
--
âTurn it off,â Natasha grumbles. Fury is watching the news in the living room.Â
âI wanna see the highlights of other players. Prepare for whatâs coming next. If you donât like it, leave the roomâ he says with a dismissive wave of his hand.
After the game, Natasha did the mandatory press conference, went back to the lockers, destroyed two rackets, took a shower and then looked out the window for the better part of the day.Â
She wasnât in the mood to do anything and she didnât want to turn on her phone. The temptation to read what the press and public had to say about her after todayâs argument with the umpire was too big.
âY/N, how are things at the US Open?â Maria Hill says. The screen splits, your image appearing on the right side.
âExciting names on both sides for the semis. We have Thor against Banner, and T'Challa faces Namor for a spot in the semis. As for the ladies, Maximoff breezed through the match against Jean Grayâ
âWell, I understand Romanoff didnât have it so easy,â Maria says.Â
From her seat, Natasha holds her breath. Yelena walks in at that exact moment, watching her sister closely.
âYou know, I find it unbelievable that an umpire at the US Open could make such a poor call, not once but twice. First, with the hindrance call against Natasha and then by completely ignoring the double bounce before Van Dyne hit the ballâ you say, clearly upset. âWeâve seen time and time again that some umpires are not up to the standards set by Grand Slams. And to my fellow journalists who like to throw around words like emotional, better save that energy for the men that smash their rackets just because they lost a point. As we all saw, Romanoff was in her right to demand fairness and she did it with the utmost respectâÂ
âYes, I completely agree with youâ Maria nods, clearly regretting even asking about it. âWell, let us chat tomorrow after we have the final for the menâÂ
âOf course, Maria,â you nod.
Natasha tries really hard, but she canât help but smile at your words.
Yelena arches her eyebrows.
Well, this is interesting.
--
Natasha refuses to leave her room, arguing sheâs not hungry. Melina, Yelena and Fury leave her alone, but the sudden silence becomes too much. Thereâs no noise to stop her thoughts from spiraling.
With a sigh, she turns on her phone. Two messages come through.
Y/N: Sorry about today. That umpire sucks :(Â
Y/N: Bucky hates him too
Next thing she sees is a picture of Bucky and you holding your middle fingers to the screen with Jarvisâ face. Natasha chuckles at that.
She also zooms in, checking that your other hand is very close to Buckyâs. She feels a pang of jealousy that is interrupted by a knock on the door.
âRoom serviceâ a strange voice says.
âI didnât order any..:â she says, but finds you smiling on the other side of the door.
âGotchaâÂ
âWhat are you doing here?â the redhead canât help but smile. Youâre wearing a black leather jacket, a white tee and skin tight jeans. Sheâs torn between admiring your figure and paying attention to what you say next.
âLittle bird told me you were very upset and you might need a distractionâÂ
âIâm gonna kill FuryâÂ
âNot Nick. Your sister. And are we gonna find something to eat by standing here orâŠ?â
âIâm not hungryâÂ
âWeâre going, Natasha. Go get changedâ you push past her, tired of waiting around in the hallway. Sheâs taken aback by your forwardness. Her mother and sister would usually let her get away with anything.
âWhere are we going?â she asks, hoping you wonât go all the way to her room and pick an outfit for her.
âSomething casual will doâÂ
She changes as fast as she can, taking her phone and some money with her. You nod approvingly and then open the door, peeking around the hallway.
âThis little field trip is not Fury approved so letâs be discreet about itâ you inform her, taking her hand to lead the way to the elevator.
âOh, yeah, this is super discreetâ Natasha complains as you lead her to an electrical carriage.Â
âHave a little fun, why donât you?â you climb up, offering your hand. She takes and sits next to you. Natasha resists the urge to put a strand of hair behind your ear as you lean forward to give the address.
You feel her eyes on you, so you turn back, smiling and blushing lightly.Â
Itâs a short ride, and soon after you enter a small diner.
âHey, Y/Nâ the owner greets you. âMy, this must be a special occasionâ she leans towards Natasha and whispers. âSheâs never brought a girl overâ
âOk, Pat! Natasha is just a friendâ you clarify, blushing in the process. Natasha laughs at you.
âWhy? Sheâs pretty. You need to start datingâ Pat says, leaving two menus.
âDonât botherâ you stop Natasha as she starts reading it. âSheâll bring us whatever she wants. But it will be worth it, I promiseâ
âDo you come here often?â
âMy dad couldnât cook if his life depended on it. But he was always good at finding the best spots to eat. So we came here all the time during the US Open and then later when Bucky started trainingâ
Natasha nods and looks away.Â
âSo, youâre not dating Barnes either?â she says, looking anywhere but you. Itâs embarrassing how much she cares.
âUh.. no. Heâs like a brother to me. His parents worked a lot so heâd tag along to games with us, and we grew up togetherâ you wait until she turns to look at you. âCan I ask now?â
âIs this off the record?â
âDo you see my press badge anywhere?â
âOne never knows with you peopleâ
âOuch, Natashaâ the redhead laughs but you ask anyway. âAre you dating anyone? Youâve never been public about itâ
âIâm not, no. I just donât think Iâd be able to find the balance. Between tennis and a partner. And my public and private lifeâ
âFair enoughâ you say. Pat approaches with milkshakes, cheeseburgers and fries.
âI hope you girls are hungryâ
âStarvingâÂ
âFuryâs gonna kill meâ Natasha sighs, but then dips a fry in the milkshake and practically moans at the taste.
Your mouth is hanging wide open, and your teeth clash at how fast you shut it when Natasha turns to you.
âYouâre right, this is worth itâ
The rest of the night is spent eating and talking about everything but tennis. You learn that Natasha likes to bake in her free time, and that Yelena is taking a sabbatical before moving to New York to study at NYU.
After finishing your food, you both agree that walking back will be the best idea.Â
âIâm so fullâ you complain as you enter through the back, too scared to be caught by Fury. Natasha walks in the opposite direction of the foyer. âUh, what are you doing? I donât want your coach all over my ass if youâre missingâÂ
âHave a little fun, why donât you?â she echoes your words from before and you have no choice but to follow her. You end up on a tennis court, balls scattered around the floor.
âDo you practice here?â
âIf I canât sleepâ Natasha picks up a ball and a racket and hands it to you.
âCan I help you?â
âPlay with meâ
âI canât even serve, Natashaâ
âWell, would you like to learn?â she says with a smirk and you canât resist it.
âFine. But after that, you go back to your roomâ
âStance firstâ Natasha instructs. She corrects your posture and movements a couple of times, inching closer until sheâs whispering instructions in your ear. The last thing she does is put her hands over yours to make sure your grip is tight. âShow me what you gotâ
She steps away and you miss her presence instantly. Trying to remember everything she told you, you toss the ball in the air and swing a little too hard. You trip over your own feet, but Natasha moves forward and catches you before you fall.
âYou ok?â she says and you nod.
âHow did I do, coach?â you steady yourself, holding her close to you. Your eyes travel to her lips, and youâre both out of breath from laughing.
Neither one can tell who leans first, but the fact is that you do and you discover, with great pleasure and no surprise, that Natasha is an excellent kisser. Her lips are soft against yours and she pulls you closer by your waist.
âIs this a new way of interviewing people, Y/L/N?âÂ
Oh, shit.
You break apart and turn to Fury, who looks very much not impressed.
âThe only cardio youâre allowed to do until this slam is over is at the gym, Romanoff. Back to your room, nowâÂ
âIâm not a little girl you can boss around,â Natasha protests.
âCome on, you should rest. Weâll talk laterâ you donât want her to start arguing with Fury, not now that sheâs finally listening to him. Natasha turns to you and nods, squeezing your hand one last time before going back to the hotel.
âI donât want her distracted,â Fury says and you nod.Â
âI wasnât trying to⊠I wonât get in her way, Nick. I want her to winâ
âGlad we understand each other. Now go homeâÂ
He turns to leave and you wait for a little bit, trying to calm down after a mindblowing kiss. As youâre about to leave, you spot a yellow bracelet on the ground. Youâve seen Natasha wearing one before, but youâre too scared of Fury to go back now.
Tomorrow will be a new day for all of you.
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âKeep your leg behind the ballâ Fury instructs. Natasha has been listening to every single thing he says.
Yes, sheâs nervous about the semis. And Furyâs the only one that can understand the feeling or help her play better.
âI want you focused,â he says as she walks to dry her hands.
âI amâ
âYou know what I meanâ he says and as if on cue, you walk up to the court, waving. Natasha places the racket down and approaches you. âPractice isnât over, Romanoff!â
âFive minutesâ she asks, meeting you on the edge of the court.
âHiâ
âHiâ she says back. Her eyes go down to your lips and your heart flutters.
âUh, you left⊠I think this is yoursâ you remember to speak, showing the yellow bracelet.
âYes, thank you. Do you mind?â Natasha extends her hand and you put it around her wrist. âYelena gave it to me before my first match. Itâs my lucky charmâ
âWell, good thing I saw itâ
âMaybe youâll be my next lucky charmâ
âOh? Am I supposed to be at every game from now on?â you smile, nodding when youâre done with the bracelet.
âI really wanna kiss youâ Natasha blurts out and you blush. âButâŠâ
âThere are people watching and Fury doesnât look happy eitherâ
âHe never does. Can I call you later?â
âYes, you definitely canâ
You want to kiss her so bad, damn it.
âCome on, go back, before Fury kicks me out of the courtâ
Natasha nods, squeezing your hand gently.
The way Natasha looks at you makes you all kinds of flustered, so you leave in a hurry before your desire takes over and you end up kissing her in front of all these people.
Once again, you run into Wanda Maximoff, only this time she doesnât smile at all.
âSheâs quite the player, right?â she says with a cold voice, her accent a bit thicker.
âUh- yes. Natasha is a very talented proâ
âOh, thatâs not what I meantâ she takes a step forward and looks you up and down. âNatasha likes to fuck around. But she always comes back to meâ
âYouâre⊠together?â your heart drops. Natasha wouldnât lie to you about this.
Would she?
âLook, of course she wants to get distracted and sheâll use anyone that is dumb enough to fall for it. But donât forget, she and I have history. And thatâs stronger than whatever it is you think you have with Natashaâ
No one is around to save you from this horrible conversation. You donât want to argue with Wanda, because youâre still a journalist and itâs your job to be on the playersâ good side.
But the reckless part of you wants to tell her to fuck off.
You sigh and look down. Wanda takes this as a sign of defeat and smiles, leaving you standing there.
It takes a minute for you to snap out of it, and you look around, desperate to walk away from everything that just happened.
â
âYouâre seriously telling me you know nothing?â you ask Bucky for the tenth time.
âI donât pay attention to rumorsâ he shrugs his shoulders, and you roll your eyes at him.
Heâs sitting on your couch, the movie long forgotten. You nudge him with your foot and glare.
âYour best friend is a journalist, you should know better. Youâre my insider into this crapâ
âIâm sorry, Y/N. Iâm just not on the loop of who dates who on the womenâs side. But I am not surprised Wanda scared you. Heard she can be batshit crazyâ
âShe didnât scare meâ you mumble. The both of you sit in silence for a while, until your phones ping simultaneuosly.
Thankfully, itâs not Nat. Right now, you donât even know what to say to her.
âSam. Probably to brag about his date in that fancy restaurantâ Bucky tells you, but his eyes widen as he reads the message. âWow. You need to look at thisâ
He hands you the phone and you read the conversation. Itâs your group chat and Sam just sent a picture of Jarvis Stone, who is having dinner with none other than Wanda Maximoff.
âWhat the actual fuâŠâ
âSo thatâs why he was being a dick to Natashaâ Bucky says. âYouâre not telling her about this, are you?â
âNo, of course not. She has the semis tomorrow and I donât want to distract herâ
You look at your phone and press send before you chicken out.
Y/N: Can we talk tomorrow?
YBelova: Sure
â
Youâre waiting by the entrance to Arthur Ashe, looking around. Even if Maximoffâs match is later, you are still dreading to spot Wanda.
âHeyâ Yelena says and you jump like a coward. âWow, relax, itâs meâ
âIâm sorry to be meeting you like this. I didnât want to bother Natasha, especially today⊠she has enough on her plateâ
âItâs ok, you can trust meâ
âI know I can⊠itâs not easy to ask this, but do you know if Wanda and Natasha had a⊠thing? Like a relationshipâ
âAre you asking as a journalist?â the blonde says, clearly on edge.
âNo, itâs not like that! Natasha and I⊠we kissed. And then Wanda told me yesterday that Natasha is just fooling around because she always comes back to her⊠and thatâs weird but then a friend sent me this. Itâs from last nightâ
âThatâs the umpire that was a jerk to Tashaâ Yelena takes your phone, looking at it in desbelief. âThat bitch is still pulling this shitâ
âIf it had been only about us, I would have waited until Natasha finished her match. But it seems to me, like Wanda is trying to play dirty hereâ
Yelena sighs and hands the phone back. She looks around and steps closer, lowering her voice.
âYes, they dated. Kept it a secret. It was on and off, especially when they were playing against each other. Wanda didnât like to lose and then, after a while, she began to mess around with Nat. She would have a fight with her before a big match, even if they werenât playing each other. Made Natasha lose her cool and struggle. They really havenât spoken since the AOâ
âWhat do we do? I donât want her to mess with Natasha. I wonât let Wanda get in her wayâ
âIâll speak to Fury about this. He knows everything. Iâll let you know what he saysâ
âDidnât know you two were friends nowâ
A voice calls from behind you.
âSeestra, hey!â Yelena steps forward to give you time to recover. âY/N was just telling me about her time at NYUâ
âIs that so?â the redhead looks between you two and you nod.
She stills makes you nervous and flustered.
âAlright, my presence is no longer requiredâ Yelena complains, but still gives you a meaningful look as she walks away.
âI have to warm up, will you stay for the game?â she asks, stepping closer.
âYes, of course I will. Iâll be screaming your nameâ you blurt out and then blush. âI mean, rooting for you. Didnât mean it to sound like thatâ
âSounds good to meâ she says, coming closer. âCan I have a good luck kiss?â
You look at her smile, her beautiful green eyes. Think about all the times sheâs been kind and funny and brave. And you also think about how someone played with her heart just for a stupid title.
So you nod and lean forward, kissing her gently.
Natasha deserves to win, not only because sheâs the better player. Sheâs the better person.
âGo win this thingâ you say against her lips and she smiles, pecking your lips one last time.
â
Natashaâs win is not a surprise to you, considering the level of her recent games. You still have to stick around for the Maximoff match, opting to stay far away from the press room once she wins.
So, itâs down to the two of them in the final.
Youâve never wished for Natasha to win something so much until today.
Work keeps you busy enough. Both of the menâs semis take a combined time of eight hours and you end up completely exhausted, seriously considering just sleeping in one of the locker rooms.
You havenât heard from Natasha but itâs understandable. Sheâs playing for the championship tomorrow, and knowing Fury, he will be preparing her in every way possible.
As you get a cup of coffee from one of the last stands open, your phone pings again.
Natasha: Are you still here?
Y/N: Yes :(
Natasha: Meet me in court 17?
Y/N: Yes :)
When you finally get there, you find Natasha serving a couple of times, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
âIs Fury ok with you staying up so late?â
âI did everything he said today. I think I deserve this one thingâ she smiles, walking towards you. âYou look a bit tiredâ
âJeez, thanksâ
âI didnât mean it like that. Ugh, Yelena is right, I have no game off courtâ
You laugh at that, taking her hands in yours.
âItâs fine, I was just teasing youâ you say, looking as her eyes drift towards your lips. You both lean forward, sharing a kiss.
âThank youâ Natasha says.
âUh, youâre welcome?â
âI donât mean the kiss, no. Thank you for telling Yelena that thing about⊠Wandaâ
âOhâ
Natasha walks with you to one of the chairs and you sit together.
âI havenât spoken to her in months. And I donât want to be with her. I need you to know thatâ
âBut still⊠you said youâre not sure you want a relationship, right? It would be too much troubleâ
âI think it might be worth the effort for youâ she confesses and you smile.
âYou do have gameâ
âI do?â
âTiny bit. Weâll work on itâ
She laughs, and you sit in silence for a moment.
âI made my debut in this courtâ
âI knowâ
âHowâŠ?â
You sigh. Since youâre sharing storiesâŠ
âAfter my dad died, I kinda took distance from the things we did together. That included all kinds of sports. It was a painful reminder. And then, as the USO was starting, I realised he had already bought our tickets. So I came here, walked around a bit. And then I saw youâ
Natasha smiles, squeezing your hand.
âYour hair was shorter, and you were wearing a weird orange top with green shortsâ you frown as you remember how awful it looked.
âMy mom chose it for me!â the redhead buries her face in her hands and you laugh. You take them in yours as you continue the story.
âYou were amazing that day. Controlled, precise⊠I forgot for a little while about how sad I was. And after you won, I came back everyday to watch you playâ
âThank you for telling me that. I wish I could have known your fatherâ
âI would have liked that tooâ
Thereâs silence as you both think about your own journies, the things that brought you to this moment.
âCome on, we should go. You need your restâ you stand up, offering your hand to Natasha. She thinks for a moment before taking it, but instead of standing up she pulls you down until youâre sitting on her lap, your legs around her.
âNat?â you gulp, blushing at how close you are.
âTell me to stop and Iâll stopâ she whispers, kissing your neck and squeezing your ass.
âHoly shit, no, donât stopâ you plead, tangling your fingers in her red hair.
âLocker room?â
âLead the wayâ you kiss her frantically, hoping no one sees you.
Once you arrive there, Natasha smiles and your heart stops for a second.
âReady to scream my name?â
â
Thereâs warmth. And a nice pressure. Some tingling on your back. Like a soft touch.
You open your eyes in an unknown room, trying to remember where you are. As you turn around you find Natasha fast asleep, her arm around your middle.
âNat?â you call for her, hoping no one walks in any time soon.
âFive more minutesâ she mumbles against your skin.
âNat, wake upâ you plead.
As it turns out, she only reacts when Yelena kicks the door, walking in on you naked under the sheets.
âHappy finals day seestraâ-ah! Nakedâ
âYelena what is wrong?â to your horror, Melina joins her daughter. âOh, you two lovebirds!â
âWHY DOESNT ANYONE KNOCK HEREâ Natasha screams, putting the sheets above her head.
âSorryâ Melina says, dragging away Yelena.
âYeah, sorryâ Yelena echoes, sounding anything but.
As you both get dressed, the memories of last night come back to you.
After your rendezvous -and almost getting caught by security- you decided it would be better to continue elsewhere. You blush as images of Natasha moaning, kissing and pleasuring you also come back.
âHeyâ she approaches you as you walk to the door. âYou ok? You look a littleâŠâ
âFlustered?â you say, trying to hide your blush.
âWell, yes. Iâm sorry about them walking inâ
âLast night was⊠amazingâ
âYeah?â she circles your waist with her hands and pulls you closer. âHow amazing?â
âLike winning all Grand Slams in the same year kind of amazingâ your hands go around her neck and you pull her for a kiss.
âWow, thatâs big talkâ Natasha comments agains your lips. And as sheâs about to kiss you, Fury walks in.
âRomanoff! What did I tell you about that cardioâ
âFor the love of God, knock!â Natasha says, defeated.
âDonât worry, Fury, I promise she was laying down for the most partâ you wink at the man.
âStay for breakfastâ Melina invites as sheâs setting the suiteâs table with all the room service.
âThis has been sufficiently awkward, thank you. And I also imagine you have stuff to doâ
âYou need to stay hydrated. How much liquid did you lose?â Fury says, going around the kitchen like a headless chicken.
âFury, I havenât seen her this relaxed in months. My sister will be fineâ Yelena comments.
âAre you coming to the game?â
âOf course. Iâm on press dutyâ
âCome to the playerâs boxâ Melina says.
âWould that be wise?â you ask and everyone shares a look. âWhat I mean is, we want to make Wanda think her plan worked, right? If she sees me there sheâll know we are on to herâ
âI donât care what she thinks. I want you thereâ Natasha takes your hand and you smile.
âAlright. Iâll be there. See you laterâ you kiss her cheek and smile.
âByeeeâ Melina and Yelena say, and you realise that Natasha will have to deal with their questions.
Well, if she can deal with the press, she can deal with her family.
â
The day goes by in a blur, and as the match approaches, you feel more anxious. God, how does Natasha do this? If it were you with the world watching, youâd probably break down the minute you step into the court.
âHello thereâ Yelena greets as you meet at the playerâs entrance of Arthur Ashe. âEver been here?â
âJust once, with Buckyâ
Itâs hard to forget the luxurious facilities where players can get food, special gifts, some physio or workout before their matches.
âHe won last year, right?â
âYesâ you smile at the memory. âHow is Natasha doing?â
âSheâs done with warmup, she had something light to eat and she seems ready. Sheâs also been smiling like an idiot all day, even if Fury kept her away from her phoneâ
âI want her to win, so whatever it takesâ you smile at the blonde, and follow her to the lounge, where Natasha is waiting with Melina. The redhead smiles as soon as she spots you and you kiss her on the cheek.
âHow do you feel?â
âLike a complete wreckâ
âYou got this. Remember she prefers short games, she also doesnât like to volley or come close to the net. And people say her forehand is killer but she goes too far behind her back, so use it against herâ
âY/N?â she interrupts your rambling. âAll of that is fine advice, but I already have Nick on my back 24/7â
âRight, sorryâ
âYou know what he doesnât provide?â
âHm?â
âGood luck kissesâ
âThatâs right, itâs above my paygradeâ Fury says. âSay your goodbyes nowâ
Melina and Yelena hug her, Fury squeezes her shoulder and then they give you some space.
âGo win this thingâ you say, leaning forward and kissing her softly.
Natasha leans her forehead against yours and smiles.
Sheâs ready.
â
Natasha comes out first, and the crowd goes wild.
Wanda is close behind her; you catch her staring at you, clearly shocked that youâre next to Natâs family.
âWhoâs losing focus now?â Yelena says with a cheerful voice and you canât help but smile.
The game begins and it is very clear that Natasha is playing aggressively. She has an ace on every game and there are hardly any break points for Wanda. Itâs been 30 minutes and the score is 5-2.
âSheâs cooked,â Fury says, looking at Wanda. You shake your head.
âMaximoff has an insane record after losing the first set, you know thatâ
And in fact, she does lose the first set. As always, the crowd loves to cheer on the underdog, so they go wild when Wanda wins the first two games of the second set.
âCome on, Tashaâ you scream, and she looks your way, smiling. In no time, theyâre tied.
âWhat are the odds on a tiebreak?â Yelena asks.
âIt can go either wayâ you sigh, confirming that it will happen as they reach 6-6.
Natasha is playing fast and hard, giving no time for Wanda to recover.
But as she serves for the match, Wanda challenges the call in the most disruptive way possible.
It was in, but since Nat stopped playing the point goes to Wanda.
âThatâs bullshitâ Yelena says under her breath and you nod.
Sure enough, Natasha zones out and goes from match point to losing the second set.
âDear Lordâ Fury says, trying to keep a neutral expression.
âMaximoff looks exhausted, Nick. Natasha is doing great. She didnât give away the second set. Sheâll do thisâ
The third set begins, the first four games a close call. Deuce is called when theyâre tied at 2, and you know that whoever wins this point will end up winning the match.
Every time Wanda has an advantage, Natasha comes back and breaks. Even when the Sokovian is serving, it doesnât stop Natasha from pulling her back to 40-40. The Russian is a wall, and Wanda seems to lose hope as time passes.
And then, it happens.
Wanda has a double fault that gives Natasha the advantage. Followed by a double fault that gives her a break.
âYesâ Fury claps, trying to keep it together.
As the score approaches 5, your heart beats faster. Once again, 5-2.
Natasha serving for the match.
An ace.
The crowd goes wild.
The second ball goes out of the court when Wanda hits it.
Then, a double fault.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Itâs 30-15 and then 30-30. All Natasha needs are two more points to win.
She searches for your face in the crowd and you smile, nodding.
âYouâre going to winâ you say and she smiles.
Another ace.
The screens show the âchampionship pointâ sign.
Wanda doesnât make it easy for her. Sheâs like a wounded animal that has nothing to lose, so she runs, she answers every throw with a groan, she comes to the net.
But when Natasha does her signature dropshot, Wanda tries to run, reaches too late and the ball bounces one, two, three times.
âGame, set, match, Romanoffâ
âFuck, YEEESâ Yelena screams, standing up and cheering.
Itâs all a blur, Natasha falling to the ground and covering her face. Walking to the net to shake Wandaâs hand, and then the umpireâs.
After, she walks among the crowd, trying to reach her box. Yelena is the first to jump, their mother hugging them both and crying.
Fury looks like heâs about to cry as Natasha hugs him. Youâre certainly crying happy tears as you watch them.
And then, she walks past him and picks you up from the ground, kissing you in front of the entire stadium.
âCongrats, Natâ you say against her lips.
âIâll be right backâ she promises when the security guard asks her to come back for the ceremony.
âYou owe me a questionâ
âSave it for the next championshipâ she says against your lips and you kiss again, in spite of the guardâs insistence and with the crowd cheering you on.
â
Itâs been six more slam titles, two years of tours around the world.
Natasha still owes you a question.
Youâre saving it for a time when youâre both ready, and youâll ask her to marry you.
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PART 2 OF THE LOGAN SISTER FIC PLEASE
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george russell x sargeant!reader
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âSO YOUâRE TELLING ME OUR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP WAS A LIE GEORGE.â
âNo, no, it wasnât. Y/N, you have to understandâŠ-â
âUNDERSTAND WHAT? THAT YOU TREATED MY BROTHER LIKE A HUMAN BEING JUST SO I WOULD FUCK YOU? OUR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP WAS BASED ON YOUR KINDNESS WHICH WAS A LIE! WHY, WHY WOULD YOU FUCK MY BROTHER OVER LIKE THAT JUST TO WIN A GIRL?â she took a deep breath âIâm done.â
âWhat? What do you mean, youâre done.â
She looked won, took another deep breath and looked George in the eyes. âI meant, Iâm done george. Iâm done with this relationship. Iâm finished. I canât forgive you after learning that our relationship was based on you treating my brother like a decent human being, and you planning on winning me over ike that. Well congratulations it worked. And now youâre back to treating my brother like absolute shit, because you finally got the girl. Congratulations. If you want to âwin me backâ, then maybe start with treating my brother like a human being again. But youâll have to do more than that, Russell.â
And she walked out. George put his head in his hands. Heâd signed so many NDAs, you wouldâve thought he wouldnât have left his laptop open and unlocked, particularly with Logan coming over. He really should remember to close his old files. Particularly when your girlfriend, no ex-girlfriend, had looked through your old powerpoints and found an old presentation heâd made to alex about how he was planning on wooing y/n. With the first slide being âtreat logan nicely.â and yeah maybe after heâd started dating y/n, his priority to include everyone had fallen behind.
And yeah, Logan was nice. He had learnt that after many morning jogs and coffees and dinners and hanging out after races. He still remembers how scared he had been a year ago, when he had first officially met Y/N.
âWell, then why is he telling me that there have been 2 people, Oscar and Alex, who have actually welcomed him to F1. Everyone else has snubbed him and he doesnât understand why you donât like him. Heâs lonely. So fucking sort your shit out.â
And he had. Or at least he had tried. And Logan had really warmed up to him and started participating in the driver evenings, but George always visited his house, partly for the runs, partly because his trainer was less strict and he could make a better breakfast at Loganâs, and maybe partially for the hope that Loganâs sister would rock up.
And then she had. And logan had still been asleep. And she obviously still was a professional athlete so she had been more than willing to do a run with him. And then have breakfast when Logan had finally stumbled out of his bedroom. And then get her phone number
And then yeah maybe he had deserted Logan, assuming he now had enough interaction with the rest of the grid to be okay.
Until Logan had called Y/N last night, asking her to come over because it turned out the grid had gone to dinner without him, and he was feeling a little hurt. And she had promised to once George got home, and then she had absolutely laid into him. And now she was gone, presumably to Loganâs and George didnât know what to do.
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~ Ties that bind ~
Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.
Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.
WARNINGS: mentions of boobs lol, James trying to flirt if you squint, Sharon being a bitch, swearing..
(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)
2:15. That's the time James said he'll pick you up, and he asked you to be ready. It's 2:53, and you've decided to go for a shower instead.
Slipping your hand into the shower you turn it on trying not to get wet, which you succeed in doing, you lay the shower mat on the floor and look at your self in the mirror before undressing, you step into the now steamy hot shower wetting your hair completely before grabbing your shampoo and washing the roots of your hair. You like shampooing twice before leaving in your conditioner just a smudge so your hair soft, you take a comb but just as you about to start you hear voices come from your room, which is strange as noone really comes in bar you so you were a little confused until you hear them, a deep scruffy voice then you think you hear your bed moving, Is someone laying on it? You thought, you were slowly combing the conditioner in the ends of your hair when you hear a grunt but a deep grunt, you wondered who could be bothering you as it hit you, James motherfucking Barnes. It's been a couple of days since the meeting, and you don't have a James number, but you do have natashas. You were aware that James, Sam and Steve, who ever they may be were talking about all this as Nat over heard but all she said was he were tied, you didn't really care but you do know they Sharon has moved into a spare room on almost the opposite side from the master bedroom, and that one of James few rules were that we were to sleep in the same bed ect ect...
You finish your shower, putting your hair up in a towel, drying yourself and putting on a silk robe, you smirk to yourself as you remembered the last time you saw James were when he ran in to sign a couple papers at the front door and you heard shanon call you a attention seeking where and a man stealing slut, but now here's her man on your bed, without her knowledge, you giggle and unlock the door, breathing quickly and walking out calmly.
You glance over at James and around your room, you see his black blazer hanger on your beauty chair, him laying on your bed, shoes thrown next to it, in an look black shirt and trousers look, shirt slightly unbuttoned, with a shit eating grin on his face. While you, on the other hand, were in a short red silk robe and damp hair wrapped in a black towel, you pull the towel from your head, letting your damp hair, which is slowly shrinking flow free.
James grin slowly falters as his eyes seductively graze across your wet freshly waxed legs and the little bit of cleavage showing, once back to your face he study it like a text book, "if I'd had known you were showering, I would have ran here myself" he speaking proudly like he won a race, a race he ran by himself.
You giggle, slowly making your way to one of the bed posts making sure to sway your hips a little, leaning on the post you pout slowly, "if you were here faster I wouldn't have showered here, maybe at yours but as your late" you check the clock and see its 3:35 "I had to shower here" you continue pout but you weren't sad or annoyed he was late, or he was on your bed, you were more annoyed that hw aas flirting with you becuase he has a girlfriend, you disliked Sharon but no woman should have to know her boyfriend is flirting with another girl, and that he will marry her, no no no no.
Smirking at James as you yourself off the post and walk round the bed next to James, pushing the double doors to enter your closet humming as the smell of diffrent fabrics and soft smells enter your nose, you jump slightly as you feel you large hand on your hip, looking up to see James with a shocked expression on his face. You get an idea in your head, slowly turning to the broad man behind you, grabbing his chin gently with one hand, pulling him down to look at you.
"Go on, mister you get free range" you laugh to yourself as you walk back into your main bed room almost to your bed when you look behind you, still walking, to see James even more confused still standing in the door way, getting to the side of your bed you quickly start explaining before you lose confidence. "You said you wanted to atleast look like a happy couple, so I want you to go mad and dress me" you smile happily as you slowly start sliding down on your side, praying your still atleast a little covered but it didn't take James long to smile like a teenage boy looking at boobs for the first time and disappear into your walk in closet.
Once he's gone, you breathe and wonder where your confidence came from, then you feel bad for Sharon bit then remember she called you a whole and slut multiple times so feel less bad. You grab your phone and see nat texted you 3 times, and the one you can see from your unlocked screen says 'don't feel bad' so when you unlock and see that rest you feel less bad for Sharon as her messages are about how they were fighting because bucky admitted that he'd seen you years earlier at one of your fundraising events but at that time you were dating John so he didn't introduce himself and how he knew for ages she was using him for money but she was shit at hiding it and some other stuff, you replied saying you guessed so and how it was pretty obvious.
Nat: ngl you should probably start making him fall for you
You: why?
He knows she's using him
Nat: yeah but this has happened before, she'll say sorry and how she's change she'll change for a month then slowly change back.
You: oml why don't they don't break up
Like srsly it's kinda embarrassing
Nat: I've been by his side for almost 20 years, they have been together for 3 and at first she was a darling but money changes people
Also, he really loved the person she was and still thinks she's in there
Love does weird shit to us, man
You: fairs, he's picking out an outfit for me rn so I'll see đ
What do I do just kiss him or something? I've never had to really try it. It's easy when they are already swooning
Nat: I guess, make him feel love for the rest of his life. I doubt he'll let you go
And I'll make sure of it x
You: sound
OK Nat, we met a couple of days ago, lol
Nat did send you another text, but you were by James calling your name while smiling proudly again, throwing your phone on the bed, getting up to see what he's layed out for you, walking past him you see a all black suit with some heels you turn to him nodding with a pleased expression "you did good James, but now I will be changing and you haven't gotten to the stage yet" you wink as you closed the doors but you still see the annoyed just playful gace he pulled, you turn to the suit and pick it up, seeing one of your favourite black lace lingerie sets underneath, you should be upset that he went to fair but you just giggle and started getting dressed and doing very light makeup. Once mascara, lip liner, and lip gloss were applied, you reopened the doors to see his amused, then blank expression, you walk out with your jacket folded over your arm and your shirt undone all the way to expose your bra which for being lingerie with quite covering for the most part, you smile, picking up the bag you had earlier and open your doors making your way to the front hall to where your stuff is to see all of it was gone and with James closely behind you, walking outside to the now only blacked out car there, which wasn't your fathers.
James rushed ahead to open the door for you, climbing in and you watched him walk round and open his door, your bag at your feet with your door closed and seat belt on you were ready, you knew you'd come back home sooner then later so if wasn't emotional.
"James stop staring at my boobs and driving" rolling you eyes as he starts the door and slowly pulling out, you hope it's an short ride that's not to awkward, so you look out the window as the trees go by.
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Jump then fall | Steve Harrington x reader
Chapter one - everything has changed
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Summary - after 7 years of being split apart from your childhood friend Steve you return to hawkins after your younger sisters tragic death, and parents messy divorce. But the Steve you came back to isnât the same Steve you left behind.
"Steve!" Steve was surrounded by two of his new friends, Tommy and his girlfriend Carol, as I skipped up to him. They were both in 8th grade like Steve. carol looked me up and down as I stood in front of the trio. Steve had an annoyed look on his face from the moment I opened my mouth. Ever since he became friends with Tommy and Carol, it seemed as if I was just another inconvenience for Steve. "What?" the words are harsh as they come out of his mouth, almost like he was stabbing me right in the heart. But despite the achy feeling in my chest, I continued to talk. "wanna come over after school? My dad is working, so he won-"
"God, you are so annoying," Steve scoffs, which makes my brow furrow together in confusion. Steve has been a sweet boy ever since the moment I met him in kindergarten, but the moment he entered the 8th grade it was like a switch flipped inside of him. He no longer cared about his mother or his real friends he only care about popularity, girls, and being an absolute asshole to everyone around him. "Wh-what?" the words come out quiet and meek, the confusion still setting in as my eyes flicked from him to Tommy and then to Carol. Both his friends chuckled, probably because of the tears pooling in my eyes. "I said, you are fucking annoying! can't you go find someone else to cling onto?"
It seemed like time had stopped. Everyone around us stared, some laughed, and some whispered. Was I sent into a parallel universe because this wasn't the Steve I had grown to know? My chest heaved as I blinked back tears. "I-I'm sorry I thought-I thought-" I couldn't get the words out fast enough because Steve was shouting again before I could finish my sentence. "What that I was, your friend? I only hung out with you 'cause I felt bad that your sister died" This wasn't about Sara. He didn't need to bring her up. He knew it was a sore subject. The wound was still fresh. He knew it was still fresh. This felt like he was sticking a knife into that barely healed wound.
I want to punch him; I want to tackle him down to the ground and kill him just because he brought up my sister. "Your mom didn't even like you, so why should I? She dodged a bullet, leaving you." Maybe it was my mind making it up, but it felt like everyone around me was cackling at his words, at my tears, at my fists clenching and unclenching themselves. it hurt, it hurt so bad because I trusted him. I thought he was my best friend, but he wasn't. he was an evil lying bitch.
Before he can say anything else, I'm running away. I ran out of the school and to the group of telephones that stood outside against the school. I immediately punched in my father's work number as heavy sobs racked through my body. The phone rang a good three times before the secretary, Flo, answered the call.
"Hello, this is Hawkins police station. My name is Flo. How may I help you?" Flo was an older lady with dark hair and big, round glasses that sat on the brim of her nose. I sniffled before wiping my eyes. "He-hey Flo, can I talk to my dad?" I asked. Flo must've not noticed I was crying because she instantly transferred me to my father. The phone rang once before my dad answered, "Yeah what ya need?" Dad asks, "Da-daddy can you-you come get me?" I asked through sobs. I could almost hear the confusion in his voice as he asked, "What's wrong? What happened?" I don't answer due to the sobs that continue to erupt from my body. My brain was asking the same question repeatedly. Why would he do that to me? I thought we were friends. "I-I-please Dad," he grumbles quietly, "alright I'll be there in a few minutes."
I stood on the sidewalk with my arms wrapped around my body, waiting. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks when my dad's blazer pulled up beside me. I quickly get into the car, throwing my backpack in the back seat, and slamming the door shut before curling up in a ball, leaning my head against the glass. My father didn't immediately begin driving, instead deciding to interrogate me. "What happened? Did someone say something to you?"
"Steve," I whispered as more tears fell down my cheek. "Wh-what'd he do?" he asked, brows curling into a furrow. Dad knew Steve as a sweet boy, not someone who could ever hurt me. "He-he said...said I was annoying a-a-and that I was clingy." I said through sobs "And he-he said he was only my friend because he fe-felt bad because Sara die-died, that, m-mom didn't like me so why should he, a-and that she do-dodged a bullet leaving." His blood was boiling, I could tell. His face turned red, and he clenched his fists. Before I could even ask him what he was doing, he was already out of the car and halfway towards the front door.Â
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I wasn't a total nerd or loser. I was just normal, but I wasn't a Heather or a Carol. I was just me. I wasn't even the attractive type of normal person like Nancy Wheeler. I was just average. I was standing at my locker waiting for my friend Stephanie. We always met up at my locker before walking to English. Steph was popular. Sometimes I ask myself how I scored a friend like her. She was beautiful and kind. Everybody liked her and everybody had a reason why. The boys liked her because she was pretty, and the girls liked her because she was kinder than the other popular girls. Her curly hair bounced as she sauntered up to me. Her lips formed in a sweet smile as her hands pressed against her hips.
Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and a green bow was placed in her hair to match her green cheerleading uniform. "You coming to the game tonight?" she asked as she leaned her body against the locker next to me. "Maybe I Dunno. I have a lot of homework tonight," I whisper. I'm momentarily distracted by Steve walking by with his arm around his new plaything, Lisa Franklin, a cheerleader like Steph, but unlike Steph, Lisa was an absolute bitch. Despite the hurtful things Steve Harrington said to me, my crush on him never completely disappeared. Sometimes it felt like it was hidden away, but it was always there, simmering beneath the surface.Â
Whenever I saw him walk by or heard him speak in any of our shared classes, my heart would skip a beat and my feelings for him would come flooding back. It was frustrating and confusing, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I feel two arms wrapping around my body, drawing my attention away from Steve. I glance over and see that it's Shawn Peterson. My relationship with Shawn is a bit complicated. We do things that most people in a romantic relationship do, but we don't use labels because he 'doesn't like labels'.
Shawn's a football player who's popular enough to be kind of friends with Steve. His hair is a dark, chocolate brown that falls in natural waves, framing a face that is both masculine and handsome. But it's his stunning brown eyes that steal the show, sparkling with an intensity that could make any girl weak in the knees. "So, you coming tonight?" he asks as he presses a kiss to my neck. I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe still Dunno though," I whisper. He groans as he presses a kiss just below my ear. "c'mon my parents aren't home tonight; we can go to mine afterward," I hum as I turn so I'm facing him. If I go, I have to tell my dad I'm at Steph's house and if I do that, I have the risk of him calling her parents to verify.
despite the risks, I smile up at him and whisper, "yeah okay sure."Â
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I sat on the bleachers watching as Steph cheered. my hands were buried deep into my pockets as I zoned out. No matter how much I loved Steph and Shawn, I'll always find high school football games a little boring. I didn't understand football and no matter how many times Shawn tried explaining it to me, I always left the conversation a little more confused than I was before. I feel someone sit down beside me, but I don't care enough to look to see who it is.
"hey," an all too familiar voice whispers. That makes me look up because I haven't heard that voice talking to me in years. Steve Harrington sat next to me, dressed in the same outfit he had been wearing at school earlier that day. I couldn't stop my heart from beating a mile a minute, and my hands beginning to shake. I can't tell if I'm nervous because I'm scared or because I have feelings for him. "What?" I mutter back, my voice a little harsher than I expected. Despite the fact he had been so mean to me back in 7th grade, I never wanted to be mean back. I couldn't get myself to do it.
"You here for Shawn?" Steve asks, his left hand tapping away at the metal bench. I nod replying "Yup" he hums as he nods awkwardly "Sooo...is he your y'know boyfriend?" I shrug "It's complicated..." he nods, a quiet hum coming from his lips. Why did he want to talk now? He hasn't talked to me in 3 years, but now randomly he wants to talk like nothing ever happened, like he never whispered to his friends when I walked by or spread rumors about me. "Why are you talking to me?" I ask brows curling in confusion as I stare up at him.
"wh-oh I-I just wanted to talk," he mutters back. he didn't want to talk for years before this, so why'd he want to talk now? After everything he's done to me, why now? I'm silent as I search his face for any signs that he's messing with me. But there's nothing, not a smirk, or some type of glint in his eyes, just brows furrowed together in confusion. I decided to look around to see if any of his friends were nearby snickering to themselves, but still, I didn't see any of them.
"wh-what are you looking for?" he asks. I quickly pivot my body towards him again. "Are you fucking with me again Steve?" he lets out a shocked little gasp before hurling into saying "No, no I'm not I just thought we could talk y'know since we haven't in a while" That infuriates me because he knows damn well why we aren't talking. "You know why we haven't talked in a while," I mutter as I scoot away from him. "c'mon y/n that was so long ago," he says, elongating the 'o' at the end of ago. I scoff rolling my eyes. "Yeah fuck you," I say as I scoot away from him a little more. He sighs defeated before asking, "How's your dad?" I shrug, muttering a quiet "fine," he nods awkwardly "You still live in the same house?" I shake my head. "No, moved a few years back."
We sit awkwardly, both of us not speaking as the football team comes running out on the field. Most of the people around us roar in applause and shouts of excitement, including Steve. he stands to his feet clapping before cupping his hands together in front of his mouth and shouting "Yeahhh Shawn!!" I cringe a little inside. Steve, like every other popular guy and athlete at the school, were filled with so much school spirit it made me physically cringe. he sat back down looking at me, as I stared at my feet trying to hold back laughter. "What?" a smile cracks to his lips as I let out a few quiet giggles. "Nothing...nothing" he laughs, and for a few quick minutes our old dynamic came back.
"Seriously? C'mon, what?" cover my mouth with my hand as I continue to laugh. I shake my head, refusing to say anything as our laughter dies down. And just like that, we were back to two estranged friends who hadn't held a conversation for more than 2 minutes for the past 3 years, almost. "y'know your dad punched me that day?" I look up at him, brows furrowing as I whisper a quiet "What?"
"He punched me when I was in eighth grade. " It all comes back, my father storming into the school after admitting to him what Steve had said to me. "good" I wouldn't normally expect my father, a grown man, to punch a 13-year-old, but in that instance, I don't blame him. If I was him and a guy like Steve had told my daughter the things Steve had told to me, I would've done more than just punched him. Steve laughs almost as if he was agreeing with me "Yeah...I was an asshole" I roll my eyes, was? Steve Harrington was still an asshole. "still" I say correcting him. Now it's his turn to ask "What?" I roll my eyes yet again as I say, "You're still an asshole", he frowns as he nods slowly "Yeah...I guess" At least he could admit it.Â
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Once the game ended, I bid Steve a quiet goodbye and went to the parking lot. I wait by Shawn's car for about 10 minutes until I see Shawn walking towards it, duffle bag swung over his shoulder, and hair damp. Steve walked next to him, both chatting about who knows what. Shawn drops his bag onto the hood of his car before scooping me up into a kiss.
Returning his kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck. I try to enjoy the kiss, but unfortunately, I can't because I can practically feel Steve's glare. I pull away, eyes meeting with Steve's. His brows are knitted together in an angry, or jealous type of furrow, and his arms are crossed over his chest. "You did so good out there," I say, pretending like I wasn't zoning out every 10 seconds. "mhm" Shawn hums before pressing his lips back against mine.
Steve clears his throat, making Shawn and I pull apart yet again. "well I'm gonna go. "See ya later, dude... um, nice talking to you again, y/n," Steve says before he starts walking towards his BMW, that was parked a few cars down.
The drive to Shawn's house is short and quiet. The only noise present is the low hum of the radio, and our breathing. When we get into his room, his hands are almost immediately all over my body. His lips touch mine, and his hands slide up and down the sides of my body before deciding to rest comfortably against my hips. The room is already somehow hot, and we're both out of breath when the sound of the phone (which sat on his nightstand) begins to ring.
BRINGGGG, BRINGGGG, BRINGGGG.
The sound of the phones rings is shrill and cuts through the quiet house like a knife. Shawn groans before pulling away from me. He crawls up his bed before answering the phone. Leaning against the headboard, he says, "Hello?"" in a very annoyed tone. "Oh, hey dude...no you weren't interrupting anything." the last bit drips in sarcasm as he says it.
"Yeah...yeah she's here, what'dya need?" I know he's talking about me because no one else is here, but I don't have a clue about who he's talking to. His brows furrow in confusion as the muffled sound of the other person talking comes out of the receiver. Then he scoffs as he shakes his head. "No, I'm not gonna do that sorry Steve." Steve? Why would Steve be asking about me? "Dude, you can't just ask me to do that" Shawn's eyes flick over to me before he whispers "I've gotta go alright? yeah, yeah, see you later." Shawn says before hanging up the phone.
"What was that about?" I ask. He hums quietly before hesitantly saying "Um...he just wanted to ask me if he could copy my homework" My brows furrow. There's no way Shawn would have made a big deal out of copying homework. They always copied each other work, so there was no way that's what Steve had asked. There was no world in which Shawn would have answered like that to needing to copy his homework.
As I press my hands into the soft cushion of Shawn's mattress, I sigh and whisper, "I should go... my dad's gonna be pissed if he finds out I stayed out late." Shawn nods before asking "Need a ride?" I nod, pushing myself up off the mattress and to my feet. "Yeah, but drop me off a few miles out. Don't need my dad knowing you're there."
A few years back, after my father's divorce was settled, and I was adjusted in school, my father sold our old family house. Claiming there were too many bad memories there, then he promptly moved us out to a cabin in the woods, much to 12-year-old Me's dismay. The cabin had supposedly been my grandfather's. his father, aka my grandfather, skipped out on the 'wondrous' opportunity to live in the shithole, so it had been abandoned for years since my great-grandfather died. It's a shitty log cabin, two beds and one bath that sat in the middle of the woods.
I hate being at that place alone. The doors creek, and the trees around it whistle with every gust of wind. I swear I'm going to be murdered one day in it and it'll be all Dad's fault for moving us out there. I didn't know why he couldn't have just moved us into some moderately shitty apartment or even keep us at the old house.Â
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Shawn's car slowly drives down a dirt road in the middle of the woods. His high beams shining ahead of us to make sure there wasn't some animal (or person) in our way. About halfway towards my house, Shawn stops the car. From there, it would be about a 10-minute walk up to the house. "I can walk you up there if you want me to," he says, his voice quiet as if he thought my father would somehow hear him all the way out here. "No, I'm fine...but thanks anyway. See you on Monday," I say as I push open the car door. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I begin the walk towards my house. Shawn waits until I'm out of sight from his car to turn around and it's the 5-minute drive back to the main road.
I arrive at my bedroom window. I don't even notice my dad stood leaned up against the door frame until I'm fully inside my room. I'm left staring at my father, who has his arms crossed over his chest, angrily glaring at me. "WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU?" my mouth gaped open as I began to say something but decided it was better not to. "GO ON TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU WHERE" I let out a groan as I matched my father cross my arms over my chest "I was at the football game," I say with an eye-roll as I toss my backpack on my bed.
He scoffs "THE FOOTBALL GAME ENDED AT 8:30 SO TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU'VE BEEN FOR THE LAST 2 HOURS!" his voice echoes through my room as I begin to talk, "God you're being so dramatic. A few friends and I went to Shawn's to celebrate after the game." his face is red, and his fists clench and unclench before he begins to shout again. "YEAH, WE'LL SINCE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO FUCKING PICK UP A PHONE AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE I DON'T WANT YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS!" my eyes widen as I shout "What! that's not fair! I'm babysitting this weekend!"
"well, you're going to call whoever you're babysitting for this weekend and tell them that you can't make it anymore, and I don't want you using this phone this weekend either," he says as he goes to unplug the phone from the wall. I let out a loud dramatic "ugh!" which is then followed by me shouting "I hate you!"
As he walks out of the room he says, "Yeah well I fucking hate you too" I dramatically sit down on my bed before shouting again "You're such a fucking asshole!" he turns brows furrowing as he says, "What did you just call me", I'm not scared of him, I never have. He thinks I am, but I never will. "I said you're a fucking asshole," I repeat as my arms cross over my chest. He scoffs as he says, "I'll show you how much of an asshole I can be" before slamming my bedroom door behind him.Â
I sit on my bed, arms crossed like a bratty toddler as tears pricked in my eyes. it wasn't fair. I've gotten home late a handful of times and he never gotten angry any of those times, why did he always pick and choose when he wanted to blow up? I wonder what it would be like right now if I was still in New York with my mother. would she be blowing up on me right now too? would she be cool about things like this? or was she strict? but I guess I'll never know because she gave up on me and our family.
I feel bad after fighting with him, I always feel bad. I know deep down he loves me; he just doesn't really know how to show it anymore. I crave that fatherly love that gets rationed out from time to time. I think that's why we fight so much; I crave the affection; he doesn't know how to show it. when he's not working, he sits on his chair, or in his bedroom practically in a catatonic state staring at the tv or a wall, we eat dinner in our separate rooms we don't talk unless we're screaming at each other, or I've got my head laid in his lap as I profusely apologize for what had happened. we're both traumatized i know that we both lost so much, but he should at least try. he knows I don't have any other parental figures in my life, and he still chooses to be distant and cold.
I sigh arms falling to my sides, pressing against my soft mattress. sometimes in the spur of the moment I wish he had died, and I know he thinks the same about me. I always feel bad afterwards though. even though I live with him, I don't know my father at all, he's a stranger to me. the only time we feel like father and daughter is when he's bossing me around. it's absolutely bazar that I feel the same way about my father that I do my absent mother. it's actually like they're both absent in their own ways, dad emotionally, and mom physically. he totally gave up after sara died, I mourn my father in the same way i mourn my dead sister. I just want the old him back, the dad who chased us around the park, and took us out for ice cream, the dad who never even thought to yell at me even if i had stollen a car.
I just want him back.
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Alliance || Total Drama ||
After finding out Duncan cheated on you with Gwen, Alejandro offers you an alliance as revenge against Duncan.Â
Pairing: Duncan x Reader x AlejandroÂ
Warnings: Cheating (not reader), fem implied readerÂ
Words: As Iâm finally coming out of my writerâs block, I present this! Maybe a little self-indulgent because I like Alejandro and Duncan. OopsâMight make a second part if people like it though.
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Your cheering for Cody ceased when Tyler blurted out the secret heâs been holding back. It took a moment to register in your head, not wanting to believe it. Duncan didnât actually kiss Gwen, right? Your boyfriend and best friend wouldnât have done that to you. It had to have been a strategy the other team came up with to throw you off. Pitting you against each other so youâd be distracted during the challenges.Â
âWait, what?â you ask, the distraction immediately working.Â
âHe said that Duncan kissed Gâ,â Alejandro repeated.Â
You were quick to cut him off before turning to face Gwen. âI heard what he said! Gwen? Is that true?âÂ
She looked at you with guilt written all over her face that only confirmed it. She took a step back, as if expecting you to fight her. And for a moment you thought about it, anger quick to take over. Except heartbreak was quicker to hit when you fully accepted the situation. Your boyfriend and best friend kissed behind your back.Â
You turned to look at Duncan who gave you a just as equally guilty look. You had hoped that by looking at him heâd shut down Tylerâs rumor. But when he looked away, you knew it was all true. Your heart cracked in your chest, and everyone was silent, waiting to see what youâd do. Both Duncan and Gwen watched you closely and you could see the fear on their faces. You never got mad or raised your voice, you were one of the few reasonable contestants on this show. Itâs what made you so likable and kind of scary with everyone wondering if youâd ever snap. Today might just be the day.Â
You turned to look at Cody who hadnât moved yet, he was watching to see what happens next. No doubt scared that you might do something to Gwen. You kind of felt bad for him, he was sort of betrayed too. It canât be fun knowing the girl youâve been pining over kissed someone else.Â
âCody, start flying if you want to win this. Otherwise, if we lose, weâll be voting Gwen off tonight,â you tell him.Â
Your voice is eerily calm but itâs enough to set Cody flapping his poorly made wings. Your words made him determined to win, more so with his team agreeing with you. The Amazons won the challenge in the end which meant Gwen was safe for now. It also meant that Duncan had a chance to be voted off and although you were heartbroken, you didnât want to see him go yet.Â
Once your team is back in first class, you're left alone with your thoughts. And everyone wants to know what youâll do to Gwen. Courtney is immediately giving you ideas, completely on your side. She had a crush on Duncan, but when he admitted he felt the same for you, she became your number one supporter. Which meant she was the embodiment of your anger now.Â
âHey, can we talk?â Gwen asks, approaching you with a guilty look on her face.Â
âShe has nothing to say to you!â Courtney exclaimed, standing in front of you.Â
Gwen took a step back but looked over at you, nonetheless, silently pleading with you. Courtney looked at you too, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl on her face. You knew you should talk to her about this, but you didnât want to. Not right now.Â
âYou heard her, I donât have anything to say,â you repeat.Â
She sighs heavily and walks away with a defeated look on her face. As much as she liked the kiss with Duncan, nothing could get rid of the guilt she felt. She hadnât meant to betray you like that, it just sort of happened. At least, thatâs how she likes to remember it.Â
âWe can so vote her off in the next challenge,â Courtney says once sheâs gone.Â
You shake your head, a defeated and broken look on your face. âIt wonât change anything.âÂ
âNo, but itâll make you feel better. And it gives me an excuse to boot her out,â Courtney offers, trying to cheer you up.Â
She liked you, which is rare for her, especially given the circumstances. This wasnât exactly the place to make friends, but she became friends with you. You were the only person sheâd deemed worthy enough to make it to the final two. Which is why she was angry for you. And maybe something else that sheâd never admit.Â
You offer a smile, strained but good enough to seem cheery. âIâd still rather play fair. If we happen to lose a challenge then whatever happens, happens.âÂ
That was enough for her, deciding to make your team purposely lose. People would suspect it from you but not from her. She could even get Sierra and Heather in on it.Â
You wanted to be alone after, sneaking away from first class. You found a corner hidden away from everyone and sank down. Being alone meant you finally felt everything that just happened. Your boyfriend really kissed your best friend. You felt your heart crack inside your chest and the dam finally burst.Â
You sobbed into your hands, using them to muffle whatever noises left you. It almost worked, had a certain someone not been snooping around. Alejandro found you in your corner crying your heart out. Itâs exactly as he had hoped for. To get you alone and charm his way into your trust. Except standing in front of you now, he wasnât so sure of his plan.Â
âMay I offer some comfort?â he asks, sitting beside you.Â
You stop crying immediately and wipe your tear stained cheeks. You clear your throat and look away. âNo, Iâm fine. Completely fine.âÂ
âOf course, I didnât mean to insinuate you werenât,â he says, giving you a charming and gentle smile.Â
You furrow your brows and stare at him, seeing straight through him. You didnât trust Alejandro, from the beginning of this season. You saw what he did to Bridgette and LeShawna. You werenât going to let him get to you the same way.Â
âWhat do you want?â you ask.Â
âMy, I didnât expect such a beautiful lady to be so harsh,â he places a hand over his heart and feigns being hurt.Â
It makes you roll your eyes and cross your arms. âListen, you may have everyone fooled but not me. And Iâm not in the mood right now.âÂ
âI know,â he smiles again, this time showing his true intentions behind it. You were too smart for your own good and there was no point pretending. âBut I figured now was as good a time as any.âÂ
âFor?âÂ
âI propose an alliance between the two of us.âÂ
âYou want an alliance with me? Why?â your eyes narrow and youâre even more weary of him.Â
He was quiet for a moment, unsure of how to answer. What excuse could he say without giving away how he really felt? He didnât want to admit that he actually felt bad and angered. No one should have ever broken your heart, much less someone like Duncan. But saying that out loud would mean having to admit how he felt. He wouldnât. In a competition like this, feelings were a weakness.Â
âTo get back at Duncan, of course,â he answers. âIf he sees us working together, itâll irk him. Seeing you move on will definitely be a punch to the gut.âÂ
âOh right, itâll definitely be a punch to the gut when heâs making out with Gwen,â your voice cracks at the end, vision blurring.Â
Alejandroâs heart wrenches at your sadness and anger bubbles in his chest. Duncan didnât deserve you, not for a second. He abandoned you at the beginning of the competition and you just accepted him like it was nothing when he came back. He hated it and he hated you a little bit for it. Except now was his chance to get you to see him and forget about Duncan.Â
He wraps an arm around your shoulders without thinking about it. Your pulled closer to him, facing him only inches away. âNo offense, but youâre not exactly my type.âÂ
He laughs and gives you an ever so charming smile. âDonât worry, thatâs not my intention,â he lies.Â
âAnd what are your intentions?âÂ
âItâs like I said, an alliance with you. Not only will it be revenge on Duncan but Iâll take you to the final two with me.âÂ
âOh really? Why would you take me to the final two? I wouldâve imagined youâd want someone like Heather.âÂ
âHeather? While she is lovely, sheâs not my type. And I happen to like someone else,â he says, looking at you earnestly.Â
Your heart skips a beat and you blame it on your bundled feelings. You push him away, making space between the two of you. Honestly, his deal sounded nice even if he ended up double crossing you. At least you could distract yourself from what Duncan and Gwen did.Â
âOkay, on one condition. If you stab me in the back at any point, you vote yourself off.âÂ
He doesnât even hesitate as he answers, all that matters is that heâs got you on his side. âDeal.âÂ
#oneshots#oneshot#one shots#one shot#total drama#total drama one shots#total drama one shot#total drama island#total drama island one shots#total drama island one shot#total drama world tour#total drama world tour one shots#total drama world tour one shot#duncan#duncan one shots#duncan one shot#duncan x reader#alejandro#alejandro one shots#alejandro one shot#alejandro x reader
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to five other writers! đ
Have you done this yet? If you haven't, you should! If you want!
Top five! Oh man that's so hard. Through great self-restraint I have narrowed it down to these five:
Burn Our Fingers and Change Our Names (Hockey. Bennguin. 44K. Werewolf AU, but not if you ask Tyler.) Ah, the wolfverse, my beloved. I could have chosen five just from there, but I went with this one because I think the pining is the most delicious. Also who can resist this level of cluelessness from Tyler?
Like You Have a Secret (Hockey. 1988. 34K. Kaner is a girl who disguises herself as a guy to join the NHL. Aka the She's the Man AU.) Outdated at this point in that no one in the story seems to consider the possibility of trans people, but still one of the most fun stories I've ever written, and also one of my favorite versions of Kaner. If I ever decide to take a hockey story and file off the serial numbers and try to sell it, this will be a candidate (with some major updates).
I Feel Like I've Been Locked Up Tight (Hockey. Bennguin. 34K. Jamie's a virgin who keeps falling hard for the wrong people.) This is the closest I've come to writing about my own demisexuality. This one's for everyone who can't figure out why they can't just date and hook up like everyone else seems to. (Turns out there are a lot of us in fandom!) It was like pulling teeth to get this one written and I'm so glad I persevered; it feels hard-won and honest to me.
Just to Break My Own Fall (Hockey. 1988. 9K. Kaner decides to move out of Trump Tower). This one is sort of a deep cut, but it feels like the other half of my own history of romantic anguish: the tendency to fall for friends and to learn to live with it but some times are harder than others. It's ostensibly about Kaner selling his condo and really about yearning for what you're not sure you'll ever get to have.
Someone Else's Solid Ground (Hockey. TK/Patty. 22K. Nolan struggles with gender.) This is the first really serious exploration of gender I've ever written. I always feel weird writing those, because I identify as cis, but also they speak to me in some way that maybe should make me reexamine that identification at some point. This one was prompted, for Yuletide, and I probably wouldn't have written anything like it otherwise, but it ended up feeling really powerful in a way I didn't expect.
Those are all pretty old--the most recent is from 2020--and I think that's because those stories feel "vetted" to me: I wrote them long enough ago that I could have stopped caring about them but I didn't. As a bonus, here are my top five from the past four years:
Where You Lead (Hockey. Jack/Nico. 42K. BDSM AU where there are no subs in the NHL, so Jack obviously isn't one.) It was a tossup between this and the sequel; I love them both dearly. This one really started something for me. I have at least three more stories I need to write in this 'verse now, and I doubt it'll stop there.
Wanna Love You in the Daylight (Hockey. Mitch/Auston. 107K. Wolfverse.) Again, probably arbitrary to call this my favorite of the recent wolfverse stories, but I reread it a while back and was just so happy with how it held up. It's the longest thing I've ever written, and very different in its pov character from most of my longer stories (Mitch might actually be...emotionally competent??), which makes it feel singular.
Don't Want You Like a Best Friend (Hockey. JD/TZ. 10K. Jamie doesn't understand that hooking up with Trevor might mean he's into guys.) Haha speaking of emotional competence: Jamie doesn't have it. This one was just a delight. Jamie's conversation with Rico makes me giggle looking back on it. This is one of those stories you're almost sad to have written because you want the experience of writing it again, over and over.
So Hey, Let's Be Friends (Hockey. Quinn/Brady. 4K. Brady has Quinn's name on his arm, but Quinn doesn't have Brady's.) I don't know that this is anyone else's favorite of mine, but it was an experiment for me -- can I write a whole pining journey in 4K? -- and I was so pleased with how it turned out. It's not perfect, but it felt almost miraculous to me.
The Jaws That Snatch (Scholomance. El/Orion but mostly a "what happens next" after Last Graduate. 5K.) Partially because I'm smug about getting the thing about [redacted] right, but mostly because it had people asking in the comments if I was sure I wasn't Naomi Novik. I'm carving those comments in stone, so I can be buried with them.
#fic#writing#hockey rpf#scholomance#not gonna tag all the players but#patrick kane#for those of you who are filtering
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT â JACK HUGHES (PART FIFTEEN)
previous: fourteen
next: sixteen
y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 it was game night! i hope not too many broke your tvâs!
tonight was another 5-1 loss for your favorite spawns of satan, which unfortunately means the rags have a 2 win lead on us. we might be first round exits!
our only goal tonight was made by uncle Haula-back girl! and if you look, i got a picture of Pallyâs little jump! đ„č he was so excited! so happy for them!
bff number 1 (previously number 2) demanded i post more pictures of him, so he got to be the center of attention tonight with a picture of him smoldering AND a super cute, totally adorbs picture of him in a headlock! 𫶠so cute, bunny!
p.s. please enjoy jack watching his cocomelon <3
tagged john.marino97, dawson1417, tmeier96, ehaula, pally_18 nicohischier, and sharangovich17
ehaula thank you y/n/n!
pally_18 i didnât know i could jump that high
john.marino97 i feel like that 6th picture couldâve been left outâŠ
y/ndevils00 and i feel like it was too good to not post
john.marino97 i feel like i should hack your insta and delete it
y/ndevils00 i feel like maybe dawson would be back to best friend number 1 if you do that
dawson1417 so, hey john, i know her instagram password
user47 only one jack photo, no fun part of the caption dedicated to him, and she didnât even tag him đ« did they breakup?!
user61 thatâs what i was thinking too!
y/ndevils00 still together! just protesting his hair!
jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i told you iâll get it cut after playoffs!
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes not good enough.
nicohischier thereâs still 5 games left! would it kill you to believe in us?
y/ndevils00 yes <3
nicohischier you know you work for us⊠right?
y/ndevils00 that just means i have to ROOT for you, not believe in you :)
nicohischier @/jackhughes you no longer have to worry about me stealing her
jackhughes i had to worry about that in the first place?!
lhughes_06 next game! iâm calling it!
y/ndevils00 we wouldâve won if you were out there, smush! i know it!
lhughes_06 i appreciate the sentiment, squish! but we donât know that for certain!
y/ndevils00 oh trust me, i know. and i know who you couldâve replaced too
john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 care to share with the class? đ€
y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i fear iâve said too much
tmeier96 i made a post! i donât really like the context of this post, but i made it!
y/ndevils00 see? everyone else should learn from timothy here! heâs just grateful to be included!
tmeier96 thatâs actually not my name! itâs just timo!
y/ndevils00 no itâs not.
jackhughes yeah, bro, she doesnât care. nice try, though!
dawson1417 damn i look good
y/ndevils00 i guess you donât look like a drowned rat, iâll give you that!
dawson1417 iâm scared to ask but, do i.. usually look like a drowned rat?
y/ndevils00 what? no! who would ever imply that?! đ§
jackhughes once again, i was not watching cocomelon!
y/ndevils00 iâve seen your search history
jackhughes then you know i donât watch cocomelon!
y/ndevils00 whatever you wanna tell the fans, baby đ«¶
#media management series <3#jack hughes#jack hughes fic#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes blurb#new jersey devils#nj devils#nhl blurb#nhl fic#nhl imagine#faithlynnâs insta edits <3#faithlynnâs writings <3
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Teach Me
Steve x fem!bi!reader
word count: 5k
cw: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v), oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving)
not proofread!
part one part two part three part four part five part seven part eight
Part Six: Lesson Five
The more you hung out with Steve, the more you were falling for him. Your thoughts were quickly only becoming about him and how much you liked him and how much you wanted to be with him. The old you would have thought you were pathetic, but the new you thought that you were maturing and that you were finally getting over your fear of getting close to him.
But you still couldnât get yourself to admit how you felt to yourself, let alone Steve. It terrified you, even if you were sure he felt the same way. You knew exactly how it would play out, but anytime you tried to say something, nothing would come out.
The phone ringing pulled you out of your thoughts which was odd because no one ever called. You and Eddie raced for it and you didnât know why you even tried because he always won. He beat you yet again and stuck his tongue out at you before picking up the phone.
âL/n residence, Eddie speaking,â he answered in a bubbly voice and grimaced at whatever the person was saying then held the phone out to you as if he was disgusted by it. âPlease hold.â
âItâs for you,â he grumbled.
âWhy are you upset? Itâs my phone.â
âBecause mineâs broken so I gave the girl Iâm hooking up with your number.â That made sense since Eddie was never careful with his belongings.
âWho is it?â
âWho do you think?â He raised an eyebrow. âTwo words: big hair.â
You rushed to the bathroom and brushed out your hair and Eddie put the phone on hold before following you.
âThereâs no point in fixing your hair since he canât see you, babe.â He then eyed the knot at the back of your head and held it up so you could see it. âThen again, maybe you should.â
You pushed him out of the way then headed back into the living area. You grabbed a chair that you could sit in then reached for the phone.
âHi, Stevie,â you picked up and Eddie gagged at your flirty tone. You waved him off then moved back to the receiver since the chord didnât reach that far, sitting in the chair.
âHi,â Steve replied. He honestly didnât know why he was calling you; he just wanted to hear your voice. He missed it despite hearing it at work the day before. âSo this book,â he looked down at the one sitting on his lap. There was something to talk about. He was halfway through and would have been lying if he said he didnât like it. He loved the drama and he had to admit that he enjoyed the smut. Maybe a bit too much.
âYou like it, donât you? I knew you would.â The only other person who you had loaned books to was Eddie and he already read the ones you had, so you were excited to have someone else to talk to.
âI canât put it down. Itâs addicting. And youâre right. I do see a little bit of myself in Bastian.â
âOf course you do.â It didnât surprise you in the slightest. Steve was just like the titular pirate in so many ways, even including looks. It was so weird just how much they looked alike.
âAnyway, I was calling to see if you maybeâŠpossibly wanted to come over?â He didnât even know what he was saying. The words were coming out of his mouth before he could give approval.
âCome over?â You looked to Eddie as if to ask him what to do and he just nodded furiously as if to tell you to say yes. You didnât know why you were asking him for his opinion since there was only one obvious answer. âIâd love to.â
âItâs a nice day so I figured we could hang out by the pool.â You couldnât remember the last time you had gone to the pool since you didnât really have time, so you were going to jump at the chance to plunge into the cold water.
âSounds great. What time?â
âIs noon okay?â You looked at the digital clock in the kitchen and it was already ten. That didnât give you much time to get ready, but you couldnât wait any longer to see him.
âNoon is perfect.â You nodded even though he couldnât see you and tried your best to fight the smile on your face.
âBye y/n.â
âBye Stevie.â You hung up the phone and Eddie just mimicked the smile on your face. For once, you were just too happy to hit him. He could make fun of you all he wanted, you didnât care anymore.
You headed to your bedroom where Callie was sleeping and carefully opened your closet to look for your bikini that you hadnât touched in years. You were concerned it wouldnât fit, but maybe youâd have time to buy another if you worked quick enough.
You knew Steve wouldnât have judged you for what you looked like, but you still felt like you needed to make a good impression. You wanted to look good. You needed to look good. If you looked good enough, maybe youâd finally get lucky.
You found the thing after digging around the containers in the bottom of the closet and had Eddie tie it for you since you couldnât reach the back. Once you put the bottoms on, you turned this way and that, surprised that it still fit after all those years. It had a pretty floral pattern with colors that looked great against your skin.
âSo, youâre going to watch Callie, right?â You turned to Eddie with a hopeful smile. He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly unimpressed. It was going to take a lot more than your cute smile to get him to agree to that one.
âOh, so you can go fuck Harrington in his pool? Whatâs in it for me?â He always watched Callie for free and thought he at least deserved something since he had been watching her more often since you had been spending more time with Steve.
âThe satisfaction of helping your friend should suffice.â You pat his shoulder then went to head to the kitchen to get some more coffee.
âNot so fast.â He grabbed your shoulder, preventing you from moving. He wasnât letting you get away so easily.
âFine,â you let out a sigh. âName your price.â You should have known heâd try to get something out of you. He was always doing things for you so selflessly that you supposed he deserved something in return.
âThat hot regular from Family Video, I want his number.â You figured he would have asked for more, so getting a guyâs number should have been a breeze. That was one of your specialties.
âDeal.â
âAnd, you have to let me drive your car while my vanâs in the shop.â That one was a bit more tough, but it wasnât his fault that his van broke down.
âFine.â
âJokes on you,â he laughed. âI would have done it for free.â You gave him a glare then turned on your heel and headed to the kitchen. Now that you had babysitting covered, you could focus on more important things like what you were going to wear over your swimsuit.
You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you poured yourself some more coffee. All you could think about was the fact that you were going to be hanging out with Steve outside of the contract. You were nervous to say the least. You hadnât hung out with Steve outside of the agreement and you couldnât help but wonder how it was going to play out. Maybe if you could get the confidence, youâd be able to tell him how you really felt about him.
After waiting around for what felt like too long, it was finally time for you to leave and you practically flew out the door in excitement. Sure, you had seen Steve the day before, but now you could talk to him for as long as you wanted without customers interrupting your conversation.
And you were going to swim in a pool that wasnât the public one in town that everyone went to. This one was private and much more clean and youâd be there with Steve. Steve. The man was taking over your mind and it was driving you crazy. Couldnât you have a single thought that didnât involve him and his stupid pretty brown eyes or his dumb pretty pink lips that you wanted to kiss until you both were breathless?
Steve stood in the mirror, putting his shirt on and taking it off, trying to figure out the look he was going for. He wanted to impress you, but maybe opening the door without a shirt wasnât the best idea. He didnât want to seem like he was trying too hard. He was nervous and he knew exactly why. He was going to hang out with you. Alone. And it didnât have anything to do with the agreement. Was it a date? Thinking about it only made him more nervous.
He finished fluffling up his hair as the doorbell rang, signaling that you had arrived. He threw his brush down on the counter and hurried down the hall to the stairs. He bounded down them and fixed his hair one more time in the mirror before ripping the door open and putting on his signature smile.
âHey,â he greeted, opening the door wider so you could step inside.
âHey, handsome.â You entered the house and couldnât help but feel like something had changed. The tension between the two of you was different and you couldnât figure out why. Okay, maybe you knew why, but you sure as hell werenât going to ask if you were on a date. That would have just been embarrassing, especially if he had said no.
Steve led you inside and to the sliding glass door which he unlocked and opened with ease. He let you go first and had to hold back a gasp at how nice the set up was. The pool was in the very center, looking so pretty and blue and off to the side was a set of loungers with a couple of tables between them. One of the tables held a tray with an assortment of snacks and multiple beverages along with a pitcher filled with what looked like iced tea.
You laid your towel out on one of the loungers and sat down on it before digging into your bag for your sunscreen. You found it at the very bottom then set it beside you before slowly taking off your cover up.
What you didnât see was Steve staring at you with his mouth agape. He always thought you were pretty, but seeing you like that, he couldnât help but think about how beautiful you were. The way you were putting sunscreen on gave him a perfect view of your gorgeous legs as you extended one of them to put the cream on your calf. He was sure that he wasnât going to be able to survive the day if you were going to continue to do things like that.
âCan you get my shoulders, Stevie?â You stood up from the lounger and held out the bottle to him.
âS-sure,â was all he was able to get out and you turned your back to him, moving your hair out of the way. He got some of the sunscreen onto his hand and grabbed onto your shoulder gently with his other. He began to rub it into your skin and you gasped at how cold it was at first. He couldnât help but think about how his hands would feel in other places. How they would feel trailing down your body, inside your-
âCan I move this?â He referred to the strings that were tied together at your back, pulling you out of your naughty thoughts.
âYes,â you nodded and pulled the strings away from your skin, moving his hand underneath it. The whole thing was nothing but torture for the both of you. He was trying so hard not to press kisses to your shoulders. Your exposed neck just looked so inviting that he had to refrain from giving it a suck until the skin was purple, eliciting moans from your pretty lips.
He finished up and you quickly turned to him, not being able to take it anymore. You grabbed him by his shirt and roughly pressed your lips to his. He let out a gasp but quickly melted into you, his hands moving to your waist. He closed the gap between you, his hands moving to your back as he did so.
Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. This wasnât how you were expecting the day to go, but you sure as hell were going to enjoy it. You hadnât kissed Steve since you had invited him over to borrow your book and you had missed his soft lips.
Steve pulled away just as you were about to deepen the kiss and licked his lips, only making them look more inviting. He then dove back in for more, his tongue finding his way into your mouth. His hands trailed down your back and slipped under the waistband of your swimsuit, right above your ass. You pulled back before you could get carried away and nodded your head towards the pool.
âShould we get in?â You really needed to cool off and it wasnât because of the sun. You could feel your swimsuit bottoms getting wet and really needed to hide it.
âSure,â Steve nodded and quickly pulled his shirt off, giving you a great view of his body. Your eyes moved to his chest, admiring the hair that adorned it. You were already regretting breaking your kiss, wanting to feel his chest hair beneath your hands.
He led you over to the pool and he took you by the hand as you stepped onto the first step. He moved further down into the water and you stood there, fear taking over you. You couldnât remember the last time you went swimming and were suddenly terrified of drowning.
Steve dove into the water without another thought and surfaced only to realize that you hadnât gotten in yet. You were still on the top step, a nervous look on your face. He made his way towards you and held out his hand.
âHey, itâs alright,â he said softly as he approached you. âTake my hand, okay?â You slid your hand into it while the other rested on the small of your back. You slowly stepped down to the next stair, grabbing hold of the railing as you did so.
âThatâs it,â he encouraged you. âYouâre doing great, honey.â You planted your feet onto the pool floor then quickly moved back up to the last step.
âI canât do it.â You shook your head vigorously. You werenât even sure if you remembered how to swim and you didnât want to find out if you could. You could practically imagine yourself drowning to the bottom of the pool while Steve tried to save you.
âAlright, tell you what,â he let go of you and held his arms out. âHow about I hold you?â
âNo way.â You shook your head again and he just stepped closer.
âI wonât drop you. You can trust me.â Knowing that Steve would hold you the whole time did make you feel better. You knew youâd be safe as long as you were in his arms.
âDo you trust me?â You did trust him, more than most people you knew. Heâd never let you get hurt, that much was true just by how gentle he was with you. As if you were something fragile that would have broken at any second.
âYes.â Steve stepped closer to you and grabbed hold of your thighs before wrapping your legs around your waist. His arms wrapped around your waist while yours went to his neck.
âSee?â He asked, stepping away from the stairs. âIâve got you.â He moved to the center of the pool, into direct sunlight that shone into his pretty brown eyes, making them look golden. You didnât even know what you were to him, but being right there with him made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
âI know you do.â You rested your head on his shoulder while his hands rubbed up and down your back. You could have stayed like that forever and been content. Everything was so easy with Steve. There was no drama. He was just so sweet and kind and one of the only people who didnât seem to care that you didnât come from money or that you lived in a trailer.
You pulled back to look at him and your eyes slowly drifted to his lip, the water on them giving them a pretty sheen. You leaned forward and captured his bottom lip between your two. Your hands wound themselves into his hair as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and his tongue roughly scraped against your own before it swirled around your mouth.
He stepped forward, keeping your lips attached. He kept moving until he had you pinned to the wall. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, locking your ankles at his back. Steveâs hands moved underneath your top as his lips moved down to your neck. He gave it a rough suck which elicited a gasp from your lips. His teeth grazed your skin and you let out a moan at the sensation. It was even prettier than he imagined and he did it again, harder that time.
You let out a louder moan which was followed by Steve diffusing the sting with his tongue before diving back in with his teeth. Your nails pressed into his back and he took that as an invitation to suck harder, causing you to let out a whimper.
âShould we just move this to the bedroom?â He asked, pulling away from you.
âI thought youâd never ask.â You removed your legs from his waist and the two of you climbed the ladder to get out of the pool. Steve reached for your towel and wrapped it around you before grabbing his. He then took you by the hand and led you to the stairs that you still hadnât been up in the two times you had been over. Well, third timeâs the charm, you supposed.
The two of you rushed up the steps despite being soaking wet and Steve pushed you into his room, slamming the door behind him. He removed your towels and let them fall to the floor before pulling you to him. His hands went to your face and yours moved to his waist, pulling him closer to you.
âI think I need a shower,â you said against his lips and he pulled away, his dick getting hard at the thought of you showering.
You felt so gross in your wet swimsuit and desperately needed to get out of it, not wanting to sleep with Steve in that state. Not when you were that uncomfortable. Not when you were feeling less than sexy.
âRight,â he nodded with a wink. âYou want me to join?â
âPlease do.â You hadnât planned on showering with Steve, but the more you thought about it, the more you loved the idea. Thinking about seeing all of him made you even more wet than before. You needed him and you needed him right then.
Steve took you by the hand and led you down the hall to his bathroom. He shut the door then opened the shower door, turning on the water. The thing was so small that you werenât sure that the both of you were going to fit into it.
He pressed his lips to yours once again, his hands moving up to the strings at your back. He untied them while you got the ones tied around your neck. You threw the top aside while Steve got a good look at you, his mouth falling open as he took in your practically naked body. As he gawked, you removed your bottoms then gestured to his with your eyes.
âOh,â he chuckled. âRight.â He reached for his swim trunks and pulled them down, kicking them to the side. Your eyes trailed down to his cock and they widened as you realized that it was bigger than you imagined and you couldnât help but think about how eager you were to have it inside you.
âYouâre-â he cut himself off, trying to find the right words. âFucking amazing.â
âAre you going to gawk at me all night, handsome or are you going to take care of me?â You bat your lashes and that drove Steve wild. He pressed a rough kiss to your lips before opening the door to the shower.
âAfter you.â You stepped inside and he followed, closing the door behind him. You stood under the water, closing your eyes as it hit your scalp, loving the way it felt. You moved your hands into your hair to make sure it all got wet.
Steve just stood there, wondering how he got so lucky as to have his dream woman in his shower looking hotter than ever. You pulled him under the water and his lips found yours, his tongue immediately entering your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it, giving it a suck causing a whimper to escape his throat. You continued to suck on his tongue, harder, eliciting a pretty moan from his mouth.
âFuck,â he groaned. âThink you could do that to my cock?â
âYour wish is my command.â You lowered yourself to your knees and took no time to take him into your mouth, your tongue swiping across the tip before swirling around it. You gave it a hard suck and Steveâs hands moved to your hair, giving it a yank in response to his pleasure. You took him further into your mouth and sucked harder, even though your eyes were watering. You just wanted to make him feel good.
âSo good, honey,â he whined. âSo so good.â You replaced your mouth with your hand and gave his cock a couple of pumps while you looked him in the eyes, swallowing dramatically.
âYou like that, baby?â You asked, pumping harder and his head fell back against the wall as he let out one more moan. You pressed an open mouthed kiss to the spot right under his belly button then moved all the way up until you were at his lips again. You stuck your tongue into his mouth and it was his turn to suck on it, causing you to make the exact same noise that he did.
âHey, thatâs my move,â you glared.
âSorry, honey.â His hands moved to your shoulders. âJust needed to thank you for your great work.â He almost wanted to tell you that it was the best blowjob he ever had.
âI think I need a little more.â You batted your eyelashes again and he grabbed onto your hips.
âAlright, then come here,â he beckoned you forward. âGive me some sugar, sugar.â Your mouth was back on his in an instant and you stuck your tongue back into his mouth, letting him suck on it once again. His hands moved down your back until they found your ass, giving it a light squeeze, making you let out a little yelp.
You turned your back to him to get under the water again and Steve moved behind you, pressing his chest against your back. One hand rested on your hip while the other moved forward towards your cunt before thrusting his fingers inside it.
âOh,â you let out a noise at the sensation. He pumped in and out slowly, taking his name to make you feel as good as you made him feel. âOh, Steve,â you moaned and he dug his fingers further into your pussy.
âThatâs right, honey. Gonna make you feel so good.â He pumped faster and you moaned even more, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.
âAlready making me feel so good,â you whined. âNeed you, Steve.â
âYou have me, baby,â he replied, pumping even harder.
âNo,â you whined. âI need your cock.â Steve removed his fingers from your pussy and turned you around to face him.
âThat can be arranged,â he smiled before placing his lips on yours. âCâmon, honey. Letâs get dried off and we can go to town.â
âWe didnât even shower.â You let out a laugh.
âWe were busy.â He shrugged and reached around you to turn the water off. He then pressed a kiss to your forehead and stepped out of the shower. Once you were both out, he grabbed a towel from under the sink and wrapped it around you before getting one for himself. You both dried off and Steve gathered up your wet swimsuits before leading you back to his room.
As soon as you were inside, you removed your towels and Steve pulled you to him, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss. It was rough and messy, Steve just taking whatever he wanted and you let him, pliant to his every move.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, roaming around it as if he was looking for something as his hands moved to your back, his arms wrapping around your waist as he began to back up to the bed. He pulled away once he got to the edge and moved so you were the one standing at the foot of it. Your legs hit the edge of the mattress and Steve slowly laid you down on to it, keeping your lips connected as he did so.
As soon as you were comfortable, he reached for a condom and ripped the packet open before rolling the thing onto his cock. Once he was situated, he slowly pushed into you, his hands holding onto your hips. This was the farthest thing from what you usually enjoyed, but you had to admit that you were starting to appreciate the soft and sweet side of sex.
Steve pumped slowly into you as you moved to hold onto him as you let out a moan. Your arms wrapped around his back and your head fell backwards at the pleasure you were feeling.
âThatâs it, babygirl, let it out,â he said softly as he continued to pump in and out of your pussy.
âStevie,â you moaned. âSo good.â Your nails dug into his back in reaction to the pleasure which made him pumped a little faster in response. For once, that wasnât what you wanted. You liked how slow he was going, as if he had all the time in the world. Like he wanted to enjoy it as opposed to just getting it over with like the other people you slept with did. You wanted it to be a night to remember.
âI know, honey. Feels so good to be inside you. Youâre taking me so well.â Hearing those words made you even more wet than before. He always knew the exact right words to make you feel good.
âSofter, baby,â you whined. âDonât want it hard right now.â
âAs you wish.â He immediately went softer, but was still moving quickly and you let out yet another moan at his movement. âSound so good, honey. And you look so pretty underneath me.â
âCanât believe we waited so long to do this.â You really couldnât. You had wanted him for weeks and now that had him, you couldnât see yourself with anyone else.
âI know, and if you play your cards right, we can make it a regular thing.â You liked that idea. You liked that idea a lot. You could just imagine it, him making love to you practically every night then the two of you would snuggle up in his bed and talk about everything and nothing before falling asleep in each otherâs arms.
âSounds good to me.â Steve lowered himself onto you and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.
âGot some more in you, baby?â He asked and you nodded.
âYes, Stevie. Rock my world.â He continued to pump in and out, eliciting multiple moans from you until you reached your peak. It was the loudest moan that Steve had ever heard and his dick hardened even more at hearing it.
After one more loud moan, Steve pulled out and disposed of the condom before helping you clean yourself up. No one had ever done that for you before since you always insisted on doing it yourself. He was sweet the entire time, telling you how well you did and how much he enjoyed it. No one had done that either. They usually left before it got to that part and you liked that Steve was there for you every step of the way.
Once you were both cleaned up, Steve changed into a t-shirt and a pair of boxers before offering you his entire wardrobe. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, especially after giving him the best sex of his life.
âWear whatever you want, honey. Iâm gonna go throw our swimsuits in the washer, okay?â He pressed a kiss to your temple then gathered the wet pile from the floor before fleeing the room.
You looked over your options and couldnât help but think about what it would have been like to be Steveâs girlfriend. You could wear his clothes whenever you wanted, you could even come over whenever you wanted and take advantage of his pool. Callie totally would have loved that.
You settled on one of his bigger t-shirts and sat on his bed, trying not to seem so awkward. You never stayed after sex. You couldnât. Because that would have led to cuddling and you definitely didnât like doing that. You didnât like getting attached to people because that always meant that they could leave and you couldnât let that happen so you always left first.
But Steve was different. You knew he would never leave you no matter what. He already knew about your fucked up family and that you lived in a trailer and this were usually the things that sent people packing. Why, you didnât know.
Steve came back into the room in a flash and made a beeline for the bed, flopping down onto it. He grabbed onto your waist as he fell, taking you with him, causing the both of you to fall backwards onto the mattress. You both erupted into a fit of giggles as you landed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest as your laughter fizzled out.
âDo you want to stay the night?â He asked as his hands rubbed lazy circles along your back.
âStevie,â you laughed then turned to look at the clock that was on his desk. âItâs only three.â
âSo?â He shrugged. âI need to spend all the time I can with you.â
âAlright,â you kissed the tip of his nose. âIâll stay, but only because I need to spend all the time I can with you too.â
âGood, now give me some sugar. Iâve missed your lips.â You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss before pulling away. âNope,â he shook his head. âNeed a little more.â
âAre you always this needy?â
âOh, honey, you have no idea.â You leaned down and gave him another kiss, this one longer. Your lips moved together for a few seconds before you pulled away. Steve leaned up to chase your lips but you just pushed him back down.
âJust canât get enough, can you?â You winked.
âNot at all,â he shook his head. âI got one little taste and now Iâm addicted.â Those were probably the most flattering words anyone has ever said to you and you buried your face into his chest to hide your blush.
âAlright, enough of that,â he gave your back a pat. âI need some cuddles now.â You liked the sound of that, being cuddled up in Steveâs arms and feeling so comfortable that you fell asleep. âBut I should let you know that Iâm the little spoon.â
âGood, because Iâm the big spoon.â You moved off of Steve and he flipped onto his side, his back facing you. You scooted closer to him and draped an arm over his waist, his hand covering yours. You then pressed a kiss to his cheek before laying your head on one of the pillows, feeling your eyelids getting heavy. You easily drifted off to the best sleep you ever had, dreaming of nothing but the man who was wrapped up in your arms.
#stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#steve harrington x bi reader
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1. The Bet
how (not) to get the college rockstar girl
infos: college au! ellie williams x reader (fem oc)
contains: fluff, smut, slow romance, comedy, some lame jokes, angst, swearing/cursing, ellie being super hyper mega hot, oc extremely correct and stubborn.
chapter summary: Alexia and Dina make a bet which in the end causes Alexia to lose, Dina tells a lie.
Alexia was in the college dorm, studying modern languages in college and preparing for a project that was requested by one of the professors, her moment of peace is interrupted when her roommate and best friend Dina opens the door making a very loud noise in the dorm
âHey Alexia, guess who I just saw walking down the main hallway?â â Dina said excitedly as she threw herself on her own bed.
âwell let me thinkâŠi don't know dee, i have to do this damn job and i just can't think of anything else!â â Alex replied
âLexi I think you need to relax, being locked in the dorm forcing yourself to do something that you definitely can't develop right now isn't going to do any goodâ Â
the blonde haired girl sighed before turning her body around in that rolling chair and then facing Dina â â yes, I think you're right, but hey, will you say who you saw in the main hallway or not?â â alexia arched one of her eyebrows curiously.
âlet's say halfway there maybe I saw Jesse standing in front of one of those snack machinesâ â started Dina â âand he was like OH MY GOOD FUCK so handsome, he just kind of winked at me and i panicked, and well now i'm hereâ
"WHAT? Did Jesse wink at you? Like the same Jesse who's in a band with fucking Ellie Williams?â â Alex replied her friend with wide eyes.
âIs what I'm saying Alex, the guy I've had a crush on for years just winked at me!â â the brunette was gesticulating with her hands quickly, this was one of Dina's frequent quirks.
âThis is fucking crazy, you should ask for his number, just a guessâ â Alex got up to organize the mess of books he had left on the dorm desk.
âwhat? no he is jesse he wont give me his numberâ â Dina shrugged
âwith all due respect Dina but fuck you, the guy just winked at you, he's clearly interested so you go and get his fucking number!â â said alex in indignation.
âwhat? Alex, it would be really embarrassing to be dumped by him, I'm just trying to avoid embarrassing myself knowing it could go wrongâÂ
âI still think you should give it a try, Jesse seems like a nice guy, we don't see him around with many girls and well...you're beautiful, there's no way he won't give you his number!â â Alexia knows that although many guys hit on Dina, she is still insecure about some things.Â
âoh ok Alex you won. if i can't get jesse's number you have to try to get a kiss from miss williams heartbreakerâ â replied dina defiantly.
âis it like that? well done! I know you'll come back here with that guy's number so I don't even have to worryâ â Alex shrugged confidently that he would win.
a few hours later
"and then?" â asked curious alex â âdid you get his number?â
Dina put on her best sad face and shook her head.
âWHAT?â â Alex stared at her friend completely shocked.
âhe just replied to me - sorry but no - when i asked for his phone numberâ â Dina replied. â âSo Alexia...I think you just lost a betâ
what Dina hadn't told Alex is that she actually got Jesse's number, but the brunette would LITERALLY do anything to see Alex go after the red-haired Williams, even lie...
n/a: Well, this is the first chapter and it also tells how Alexia got into this whole thing that could go very wrong or very right! Hope you like it
English is not my native language, sorry if there are some mistakes (correct me please), chapter not proofread!
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#ellie williams au#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams#ellie williams x fem oc#the last of us au#ellie williams college au#ellie williams modern au#ellie williams rockstar#ellie williams x oc
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Pride & Prejudice, Atlanta (2019)
Mrs Bennet introduced her daughters in adorable narration. She is obsessed with getting her girls married. Interestingly enough, Jane has been widowed with two kids. Lizzy is an activist.
She's against Antwon Tibbets, a developer who wants to tear down a local mall, and overhears him advising Darcy to steer clear of her. He's running for congress.
Bingley is a golfer, but is adorable with Jane and her kids.
Bingley invites Jane over for a date, which is apparently riding horses. She falls off and sprains her ankle. Lizzy shows up to pick her up but her car is broken down a bit away. Darcy invites them both to stay for a few days until his mechanic can fix it up. Bingley says Caroline can help her dress for the party (it's a skimpy number, and Lizzy is uncomfortable)
Lydia is out doing tinder dates and just met Wickham.
Lizzy and Darcy had some banter, but then she got into it with him about how she thinks he's just swooping in and coasting on politics instead of actually wanting to make a real difference in the community.
And guess who shows up? Stephen Collins! Fresh from divinity school. The Lord has revealed to him that he is destined to take over as pastor of Reverend Bennet's church - when he retires, of course. And as a pastor he should take a wife. Maybe Jane? Oh, she's taken, how about Lizzy?
Lizzy hears this last bit and is like OH LYDIA YOU NEED A RIDE I'LL TAKE YOU LET'S GO and ends up at the club, meeting Wickham. He says he turned his mom was a Darcy maid and they adopted him when she died, but he turned his back on all the Darcy money for integrity. Darcy of course has none and is in big with the developers who have deep pockets, trust Wickham.
At a campaign event, she brings up his brother and he says he's not worried about it. Bingley says he's won a silent auction for a trip to Paris and he's taking Jane! Darcy pulls him aside for a private talk that ends with "just think about it".
Collins asks Lizzy out and she very much turns him down. But then Charlotte starts flirting with him from across the room.
Bingley sends a TEXT to Jane that's like hey we should slow things down, I just entered the Singapore open and I'm not into long distant relationships. (boooooo)
Time jump - it's months later and Lizzy has enough signatures to get the mall declared a historic landmark. And Charlotte is engaged to Collins and has been for a while! She asks for Lizzy to help give her courage as she goes to meet Collins' patron - Darcy's aunt. Darcy is there too!
While he's out of the room, his aunt talks about how he separated his friend from some baby mama who was probably just after him for another child support check. Lizzy storms out and insults Darcy in the process, not really letting him talk as he tries to explain. To compound her shitty day, her application to make the mall a historic landmark is denied and they're going to tear it down.
I do appreciate that for all her rolling her eyes at her mom, they do actually have a loving and caring relationship. She confides in her mom about her doubts, and her mom reassures her that she's not a failure. It's a sweet moment.
She's decided to fight for the theatre, at least. Tibbets shows up and is pissed that Lizzy keeps delaying things, and she overhears Tibbets argue with Darcy that they had a deal, campaign support in exchange for backing development projects, but Darcy insists he would never make such a deal. Except Lizzy has to leave because Lydia is pregnant, and it's a minor scandal since she's a reverend's daughter. Lydia is like whatever it was supposed to be casual, plus his company is bankrupt. I don't want to reach out to him, what if I want him and he doesn't want me back? But they all come together to support Lydia, whatever it is she decides to want (love that)
Turns out Darcy helped him buy a place, because he wants to give it a go. Wickham says he's not gonna mess up his chance with Lydia like Bingley did with Jane. Bingley and Darcy have a heart to heart and Darcy is like if you're still thinking about her, go see her. Bingley drags Darcy along.
Wickham goes to Reverend Bennet and says he needed time to get his act together. He confesses that Darcy gave him the money but he's gonna buy him out in time. Wickham is about to propose but Lydia is like hang on, let's see how this goes. Mrs Bennet has character growth and doesn't push the issue!
Bingley comes around to Jane and confesses that he made the biggest mistake of his life leaving her, that what Darcy warned him about was that with kids in the picture he should not hang around unless he was willing to be serious about the future. Jane agrees to forgive him (also Lizzy overheard)
Lizzy hears that Darcy is outside and goes to him. Turns out Darcy bought the theatre outright and is donating it to the historical society. Their Moment is interrupted by Mrs Bennet announcing Jane's engagement.
The next morning, Aunt Darcy wakes Lizzy up in the morning and is like are you in love with my nephew? She's like yeesh what happened, did he avow his love for little old me? And Aunt Darcy says nothing so her eyes get real wide. Aunt Darcy is telling her that she will ruin Darcy's political career and even threatens her dad's career as a reverend if she continues to mess around with Darcy.
She goes to see her dad, who tells her to follow her heart. Her dad calls Darcy, who chews out his aunt.
Darcy and Lizzy find each other, and they profess their love and kiss.
The movie ends with a double wedding of Jane and Lizzy. Hooray!
I actually really enjoyed this version! It didn't feel as contrived as so many modern versions do.
#pride and prejudice atlanta#pride and prejudice#pride and prejudice adaptation#jane austen#lizzy bennet#mr darcy
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That Don't Impress Me Much - A Brittana Fic
Summary: The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted.
She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.
She even closed her eyes, puckering her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her.
As if.
âMy name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go.â
Or
Brittany is tired of being taken advantage of by selfish, egotistical jerks, so she makes a plan with her friend Tina that she can make some idiot fall for her and then ditch them after she has had her fun. Her plans backfire when sheâs swept off her feet by arrogant yet surprisingly sweet celebrity Santana Lopez.
Rating: M
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***This is a companion piece to my other Brittana AU fic, "My Name Is No (You Need To Let It Go),â which you can find here on tumblr or on AO3
Brittany had just about had enough of fuckboys and fuckgirls.Â
There she was, sitting alone in a crummy little diner, all by her lonesome on Saturday night, her date nowhere to be found. Being the only hot, young blonde in fishnets, heels so high she was close to God, and a skirt so short it was probably illegal while surrounded by desperate bikers and hicks who licked their lips as they leered at her should have made her feel like she was walking through the valley of the shadow of death. Or maybe she should have felt the way those fish in her dadâs aquarium felt that time Lord Tubbington took up scuba diving as his new hobby.Â
Instead, Brittany was unfazed. As she water-skied down the highway of life, she had seen it all.Â
That one old Dolly Parton song her mother and Grandma Rose from St. Olaf used to like so much was playing in the background now. It made her pretty nostalgic for the good old days in the Pierce house. Sometimes Brittany felt this one should have been the soundtrack to her life, if she ever had to choose a replacement for âCandyâ by Cameo.
Don't try to cry your way out of this
Don't try to lie or I'll catch you in it
Don't try to make me feel sorry for you
Just because I'm blonde
Don't think I'm dumb
Cause this dumb blonde ain't nobody's fool
When you left you thought I'd sit
An' you thought I'd wait
An' you thought I'd cry
You called me a dumb blonde
Ah, but somehow I lived through it
And you know if there's one thing this blonde has learned
Blondes have more fun
There was nothing Brittany loved more than sex and she knew she was the best. Hoeing was her hobby. If there were competitions for this, she would have won the Olympic Gold medal. In fact, she had won the kissing competition in Lima five years in a row easily, if that meant anything.Â
Sure fuckboys and fuckgirls were kinda fun, especially when she got them in bed for the fucking part of things but a girl needed some romance in her life too.Â
After the first few times, she was over them. No one could hold her interest and it seemed like she never held theirs. To them, she was always just stupid bimbo slut Brittany. Good for an easy lay but not for a relationship.Â
Sure she knew she was hot but Brittany was beginning to wonder why she was never the girl who got flowers or love confessions and marriage proposals made to her. She was never the girl who got her happily ever after. Â
All she wanted was a cowboy to ride her off into the sunset.Â
âTina, he just left me,â She sobbed into the phone as she heard Mike muttering something to his girlfriend in the background that vaguely sounded like him asking where Brittany was. âIâm at the Little Alien Inn!â
So now she was crying because she got ditched again.Â
âBad bitches donât cry.âÂ
At least, that was what Tina told her when she and Mike stopped by to take her home but Brittany wasnât so sure she was a bad bitch at that moment.Â
Mike and Tina each grabbed one of her arms, all about dragging her out of the diner in her bra and skirt when she had started to take off her clothes and perform a strip show on top of a table as she often did.Â
âYou must think Iâm such a mess.â Brittany sobbed, mascara running down her cheeks. Tina and Mike who were accustomed to picking up Brittany from sleazy bars and motels werenât particularly surprised by any of this.Â
âOh Britt, itâs not you. Itâs that vile idiot. You donât need any of them! Just be your hot girl self. Youâre an independent woman who donât need no man or woman! Hot girl summer and all that.âÂ
Brittany wasnât so sure about that at the moment. She felt like a codependent woman who was very much in need of a man or woman.Â
âMaybe Room Temperature Girl Summer?âÂ
Tina shook her head, a long-suffering expression on her face, snorting out an incredulous, unladylike laugh as she passed another tissue to the blonde. She was so accustomed to Brittanyâs oddball personality that she had come to expect comments like that from her. Apparently noticing that her tall, blonde friend was moping the night away on their couch with a pout on her face, she took pity on her.Â
âHereâs an idea: make a game out of it. Make some fuckboy go all crazy for you next time and then you ditch them when youâve had your fun and laugh in their face.âÂ
âOh this, Iâd pay to see.â Mike chimed in from across the room.Â
A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Brittanyâs lips as she thought her friends were making a good point.Â
That night, something hardened inside of her and changed for her.
Tina was right, it was time she had some more self-respect and Brittany began to realize how much more she was worth than just a quick lay in the backseat of someoneâs car until they moved on to the next girl.Â
ââ
She got her confidence back pretty quickly because if there was one thing about Brittany it was that she didnât stay depressed for long. Â
So the next week she was slinking around The Pussy Cat with feline-like confidence and agility, ignoring the men who gawked at her, hissing and cat-calling as she passed by. She didnât have a care in the world.Â
Who cared about girlfriends and boyfriends? She was just there to have fun with her friends. So thatâs what she was going to do.Â
She was having such a great time that she really did forget about her troubles.
Then she felt her burning gaze on her from across the room. The stranger in question was a Latina with black hair, equally dark eyes, glowing dark skin, and a very slim but toned build. Her long hair fell in perfectly tousled dark waves.Â
She didnât take her eyes off of Brittany once and had her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of the blonde. The blonde had never seen such a clear demonstration of âundressing someone with your eyesâ in action.
Brittany couldnât deny that the woman had this powerful, commanding aura about her.Â
She paid absolutely no mind to it, humming to herself as she twirled around and rolled her body perfectly in time with the beat. Then she sauntered back to her friends, giggling to herself as she thought of something her cat had done the night before.Â
Sugar tapped her on the shoulder.Â
âOh Britt, youâve got another admirer. That one is checking you out so hard. She looks like sheâs drooling. I can see her boner from over here⊠âÂ
Brittanyâs friends began to snicker obnoxiously. The blonde smirked and shrugged. It was super obvious that the painfully horny brunette was checking her out the entire time, muttering âHumina, humina,â but Brittany wasnât bothered one way or another.
âOh, okay. I just want to dance.âÂ
Tina, Sugar, Marley, and the others were gawking at her. Sugar eventually piped up. Â
âDonât you know who that is?! Itâs Santana Lopez.â
âWho?â
âBrittany! How do you not know? Sheâs a celebrity! She was on Bad Girls Club.â
âOh.â
âSheâs openly lesbian too.â
âNo duh. I could tell,â Brittany stated dryly, remembering how that woman had stared at her legs and ass. Come to think of it, Santana was still doing that. Brittany shook her head, rolling her eyes fondly at her friend. Sugar was always trying to matchmake her with someone and that girl knew everything about celebrities. She looked down at her nails, inspecting the pale pink polish on them while she knew Santana was checking her out again. âUh, whatever. So not interested.âÂ
She definitely wasnât looking for anyone that night but if she managed to torment them, then that was a bonus. Men and some women always seemed to assume that if Brittany was dancing, it meant she was looking for a partner.Â
âWhatâs all that noise?â Brittany spoke up, hearing a bit of a commotion. âItâs kind of annoying.âÂ
It turned out that the woman who had been checking her out was being totally loud and obnoxious now. She laughed really loudly, banging her fist on the table and being a total show-off. She threw back drinks until she was visibly red in the face. Then she started to sing as she got up on the table, drawing a crowd until some short woman with a serious expression pulled her back down before she embarrassed herself. She clearly thought she was so desirable and hot.Â
She probably thought that Brittany didnât notice how she kept sneaking glances in her direction. A sly smirk came to Brittanyâs lips. This woman was such a goofy dork and she was extremely obvious. Brittany had never seen someone who tried so, so hard and was so painfully lacking in self-awareness.Â
It was almost cute.Â
Brittany knew this womanâs type just from looking at her. She was also a little psychic.Â
She could tell this stranger was such a stereotypical arrogant womanizer with an ego the size of a small planet and thought of women as nothing more than warm bodies. She was so vain, she probably looked at herself in every reflective surface she passed. She was so selfish and spoiled that she thought the world revolved around her.Â
She was totally Brittanyâs type.Â
She didnât need her though. She was done with playboys forever.Â
At least thatâs what she told herself when she followed her friends over to the bar. She taken a few sips from the strawberry daiquiri in her hand when she began to blink in confusion as a margarita was placed in front of her.Â
âItâs from that lady over there. She sent this and she asked me to tell you that youâre stunning.âÂ
âAw, thatâs sweet. Tell her Iâm so not interested.â Brittany quipped with a sassy flip of her long wavy hair.Â
Brittany glanced over her shoulder to see Santana waving and giving her this smug smile that made these stupid, cute dimples deepen on both of her cheeks.
Tina and her other friends were just watching her with amusement as Brittany continued to ignore Santana. All of her friends clearly found this so hilarious, though they were supporting her in her decision to completely ignore all the perverts and fuckboys who were trying to get her.Â
âWow, Santanaâs really going for it. Looks like someoneâs dying for your attention.â Mike chuckled.Â
âUgh, here we go. I so donât care. Sheâs just horny. Why do they always see a woman sitting alone and assume she wants a companion?â The sass was dripping from Brittanyâs voice as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and curled her lip, ignoring the drink Santana sent her. âNewsflash, no thanks.âÂ
Santana kept giving her the eye no matter how much Brittany made it clear that she wasnât going to fall into her arms. Ugh, Brittany rolled her eyes with exasperation and amusement, couldnât Ms. Egotistical take a hint?
Apparently not.Â
âOh donât look now, here she comes. She got it bad.â Sugar snorted as everyone began to chuckle at the sight of Santana Lopez swaggering over with her shoulders thrown back.
Brittany had to hand it to her, the woman was the only one who had been brave enough to approach her like this all night.Â
Too bad the blonde was so not in the mood.Â
Brittany was feeling bitchy. She knew the routine by now. They all wanted to know her name, her number, her sign⊠Brittany was curious about whatever sleazy pick-up line Ms. Arrogant was going to give her and she didnât disappoint.Â
Santana had this stupid, cute cheesy smirk on her face and her teeth were gleaming white.Â
She was so typical Hollywood sleaze. Â
âHi. Youâre gorgeous,â Okay, she was starting off being a little charming with that opening line, Brittany had to admit but she just knew the sleaze would be coming next. âDayum, Girl. Whereâd you learn to dance like that? Who you dancing like that for looking all hot like that?â
Not for you, Jerk :) Thatâs for sure.Â
âWhat I want to know is, what time them legs open?âÂ
Like I havenât heard that one a million times beforeâŠÂ
It was so lame. Even though she was in stunned disbelief, Brittany couldnât help but notice Santana now and she gave it back to her with a sassy comeback of her own.Â
âOh, is that supposed to be a pick up line?âÂ
Brittany was beginning to wonder if Santana had ever actually flirted with a woman before, far less managed to pick up one. There was a flash of lust in her dark eyes when Brittany said that and she looked as if she was about to combust on the spot.Â
âSo, you know, Iâm on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?â
Brittany could barely hold back her laugh, cupping a hand over her mouth as she rolled her eyes. Santana continued to puff up her chest and peacock around her, as if she expected Brittany to be totally impressed.Â
âOoo, is it hot in here, or is it just you?â
She could not be for real. This was the great, powerful celebrity Santana Lopez her friends were in awe of? She really thought she was charming the dress off of Brittany with those corny lines.
Brittany couldnât wait to tell Tina about this later. She knew her friend would be laughing about it forever.Â
âOoo, Iâm in trouble.â
Santana as always, was unfazed by Brittanyâs ice cold, dismissive attitude. The preppy blonde decided to tease her even more, getting close and poking her finger into Santanaâs chest confidently. Brittany couldnât deny that the way Santanaâs eyebrows rose and her lips parted as if she was flustered by the blonde invading her personal space amused her to no end.Â
âOh thatâs how it is, huh? Whatâs your name, Pretty Girl?âÂ
Anytime Brittany was snippy towards her, the woman looked at her with obvious arousal written all over her face. She was pushing back her dark hair, trying so, so hard to look all cool and suave but she had this stupid, goofy look of excitement on her face that made it difficult for Brittany not to start giggling. She had to cover her hand over her mouth as she laughed in her face.Â
The more Brittany acted all aloof and mysterious, the more she turned on Ms. Egomaniac. She swore she saw the woman clenching her thighs together when Brittany gave another sassy response to her.Â
Brittany had been one of the most popular cheerleaders at school and homecoming queen. She knew how to handle vain, uncouth Santana Lopez types.Â
Except she had never met anyone quite as hot as Santana before.Â
Now that she was so physically close to Santana, she couldnât stop herself from checking the girl out, noticing that she was slightly shorter than her with a toned, slim build that the simple black dress she was wearing displayed so well. Brittany couldnât help but notice the slight muscle tone in her arms and how radiant her brown skin was.Â
Santana gave her another smug look, as if she could tell that Brittany liked what she saw. Whatever. If she thought Brittany was just going to give in to her, she had another thing coming.Â
If there was one thing Brittany knew, it was flirting.Â
She learned it straight from her blonde, buxom mother, the original harlot and heartbreaker of Lima in her day before she had settled down. If she wanted to, she could get this girl into bed, easy as ABC.Â
Brittany didnât even have to try and thatâs exactly why she wasnât gonna let her get what she wanted so easily.Â
The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted.Â
She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.
She even closed her eyes, puckering her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her.Â
As if.
âMy name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go.â
She couldnât stop giggling at the sight of Santana frozen in place with her lips sticking out, clearly not expecting this turn of events as Brittany just sang that song to her.Â
No kisses for you, Hot Shot, She smiled to herself.Â
Talk about embarrassing. How was Ms. Big Shot Movie Star ever gonna recover from that one?Â
Brittany was a professional dancer and she could easily outdo everyone in the club but that didnât seem to stop Santana from trying to keep up with her. She began to dance beside her energetically as Temperature by Sean Paul played.Â
âYouâre cocky. Thatâs how you dance?â Brittany was in stunned disbelief yet again, amused by the way Santana was being so ridiculous. She was clearly trying so hard to impress her and it was having the opposite effect. Santana was being such a clown and people around them were starting to give them strange looks.Â
âYou like that, huh, Babe?â The woman was all up on her, her arm settling around her waist as she husked into her ear. âYou want all up on this, donât you? Iâll make you feel so good, Princess. Trust me. Iâll make you scream my name.âÂ
Santanaâs voice was so hazy and raspy. Brittany felt heat rush to her face, right up her neck to her ears, shocked by what she heard⊠and kind of intrigued. Santana couldnât really think Brittany would give in just from that locker room talk. She didnât want Santana to see how affected she was by her comment but of course, Santana saw everything.Â
Apparently the woman noticed the blush on Brittanyâs face too and she was amused.Â
âIs that so?â She challenged, making sure to flutter her eyelashes.
âYou bet. I think we should get to know each other better. Preferably with way less clothes on.â
Was that the best Santana had?Â
âHmm, oh, youâd like that, wouldnât you? What else?â
âRoses are red, violets are fine. You be a six and Iâll be a nine.â
Santana might have been the funniest person to ever exist. She couldnât be for real.Â
âMm hm. Is that all?âÂ
The celebrity began to tell her all about what she wanted to do with her when she got her in bed, making her appreciation for Brittanyâs ass obvious. She wasnât expecting her to grind up on her like that. The feeling of Santanaâs hips moving against hers and her husky voice against her ear made it kind of hard for her to remember that she wasnât supposed to give in to her.
She was such a horny jerk and Brittanyâs jaw dropped in disbelief at how crude she was being as the blush in her cheeks intensified.
Santana was just a little too excited, acting as if she was entitled to getting into Brittanyâs pants and that just wouldnât do. At least not until Brittany was ready for that. If she decided she wanted her. Brittany was gonna have to remind her to back off a little until she wined and dined her enough - if Brittany deigned to allow her to.Â
She wagged a finger.Â
âNuh uh. I donât think so.âÂ
She needed to extract herself from Santanaâs arms. So she raised her knee the way she saw on a TV show about women defending themselves from muggers and got her right up in the area between her legs.Â
Not in a fun way either.Â
Santanaâs eyes went comically wide in stunned disbelief and she took a tumble on her ass.Â
âDid I do that? Oops! My Bad!â She giggled with faux-innocence, not meaning a word of it.Â
Brittany walked back over to her friends victoriously as they clapped and cheered for her. In fact, almost the entire club had stopped to watch the whole spectacle as Santana struggled to regain her dignity.Â
âBrittany, I am so proud of you. You are the ultimate boss, oh my God!â Tina congratulated her then turned back to her phone. âSantana Lopez getting clamslammed and kneed right in the vagina by a mystery woman is already trending on Twitter.âÂ
âYouâre not leaving with her?â Sugar looked shocked when the blonde waltzed over, making her exit. Brittany not going home with someone, especially someone like Santana, was about as rare as a blue moon. âThis never happens. Sheâs just your type. Sheâs rich, super famous, good-looking, shallow, dumbâŠâÂ
âNot really. Sheâs gonna have to try harder if she wants all of this.â Brittany flipped her hair over her shoulder with complete confidence and sass, gesturing to the curves of her body. She knew Santana could hear her. Santana blinked at her stupidly a few times, apparently disoriented by her hotness.Â
She turned just in time to see Santana limping over to her pathetically.Â
Brittany was confused. Why was Santana gazing at her in fascination, as if Brittany was the most gorgeous, entrancing being she had ever encountered even though her groin and ego were in a world of hurt?
âWhatâs your name?â
Maybe it was because Santana was so cute but Brittany couldnât help but flirt a little despite herself. Maybe she didnât want their game to be over just yet. They were both sweaty and flushed, somewhat breathless from all the dancing.Â
âYou need to let it go,â She teased, watching Santana closely as the woman attempted to regain her composure and act like she was unaffected. âItâs Brittany.âÂ
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That would be far from the last she saw of Ms. Can't Take No For An Answer, even if she had humiliated her.Â
She had never met anyone quite as determined and persistent as Santana Lopez.Â
Apparently, when the Empress of the Universe wanted something, she always got her way and she wasnât accustomed to being told âNo.âÂ
Apparently Santana was really into the whole prissy mean girl side of Brittany.
She was also the most obvious person on the face of the planet. Brittany snorted when Tina sent her a link to a new article. The headline was pretty interesting.Â
Santana Lopez Dedicates New Hit Single to Mystery Blonde - Who is âBrittany from The Pussy Cat?â
A video of her giving Santana a swift knee upward to the vaginal area had gone viral as well.Â
Even Santanaâs hardcore fans were amused by it all.Â
Brittany noticed that Santana had left a bunch of comments on her thirst traps, making it extremely clear what she thought of them. The internet was going crazy making fun of how lusty and obsessed Santana was being but that hadnât seemed to deter the woman either, despite Brittany ignoring all of her attempts to hit on her.Â
That Brittany S. Pierce must have some Grade A Prime Pussy for Santana to be simping this hard for herâŠÂ
âJesus Christ, the thirst,â Tina chuckled as Mike, Marley and Sugar couldnât stop giggling beside her on the couch in the blondeâs apartment when she showed them her phone screen. They read yet another private message the woman sent to Brittany that was strongly suggesting what she wanted to do with her. âGoddamn. She really wants you.âÂ
âSheâs just horny for me. Sheâll get over it.âÂ
Iâm just another conquest for herâŠÂ
âBe honest, do you think sheâs attractive?â Sugar asked, raising an eyebrow. âAt all?âÂ
She had watched all of Santanaâs scenes on Bad Girls Club several times, looked at a bunch of her magazine photoshoots - she figured she needed to do her research, after all - and she even loved her songs that flopped. That didnât mean anything though. Santana Lopez was just a silly pompous rich girl just like the rest of them.Â
âI mean, if youâre into the whole disgruntled, awkward cat aesthetic maybe. Her upper lip kinda reminds me of a duck.â She deflected.Â
Everyone laughed as she said this.Â
âYou definitely should stay away from her. I know Santana well and sheâs a total arrogant jerk. She thinks of women as disposable objects.âÂ
âOh, is she?â Brittany snorted sarcastically. âThatâs a shocker. Donât worry, Tina, believe me you donât have to worry about me falling for her.âÂ
Brittanyâs apartment was so very pink and decorated in such an eccentric way that most people were a little taken aback when they walked in for the first time.
Eventually, her entire living space became crowded with bouquets of pink flowers Santana had sent to her address. She sent ridiculously expensive jewellery, chocolates, and dresses. Brittany didnât even know how she figured out all of Brittanyâs favourite colours and things like that but she wasnât about to get rid of them⊠she liked expensive gifts.Â
She never responded to any of Santanaâs gifts, knowing it would drive her insane. Santana got her number from Tina and Mike, who were their mutual friends. Truth be told, Tina had always found Santana annoying anyway and they were more like frenemies as that feeling was mutual, so she was happy to assist Brittany in her plan to troll Santana.
Brittany answered Santanaâs calls just enough to toy with her and keep her guessing, then ignored her whenever she felt like it.Â
It was all part of her plan.Â
âWhat am I supposed to do with all of this stuff?â The blonde whined halfheartedly as Lord Tubbington knocked over the growing pile of chocolate boxes.Â
âYou could send it back if you really donât want it.â Mike suggested with a shrug.Â
âI would⊠but pink diamonds are really nice,â Brittany pouted. âI might need another dress too.â
âThis almost sounds like one of those sugar daddy type of situations,â The man shook his head at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. âIâm not surprised, since itâs you after all.âÂ
âExcept, she wonât be getting any sugar.â Britt winked. Tina smirked at her in agreement, giving her a high five.Â
âYou are the queen of manipulation. Youâre really gonna get this woman to spend herself bankrupt, arenât you? Yes, Girl. I say, use all the power you have to your advantage. Stress that fuckgirl out. Make her work for it, Britt. Make her suffer!âÂ
Sugar, Marley and Jake fell silent, taken aback by the short, gothic woman. Mike glanced over with a nervous expression as he heard Tinaâs words, followed by her evil cackle.Â
âYouâre torturing the shit out of her! I love it. Get it, Girl.âÂ
Brittany felt proud.Â
âHey, if she wants all this sheâs gonna have to work for it.âÂ
âHey, Britt, I think thereâs someone at your door. Must be another delivery from Ms. Egomaniac.â Sugar chimed in.Â
The tall blonde just shrugged, traipsing over and eventually returning with a new parcel. Brittany blushed reddish pink up to her ears, gasping at a new, skimpy lingerie set that she unwrapped. She held up the light blue, lacy lingerie as her friends began to wolf whistle jokingly and some of them made gagging noises.Â
Against her better judgment, she answered Santanaâs call when that familiar number flashed on her phone a few minutes later.Â
âYouâve got a lot of nerve sending this,â She sniffed, trying to sound bitchy and cold as she told her off. âDo you really think thatâs appropriate? You horny bastard.âÂ
Santana was laughing down the line. She was actually laughing, that cheeky bitch.Â
âYou like it, Babe? Gonna put it on and model it just for me, Querida?â
âI am not your Querida.âÂ
She did like the lingerie a lot but Santana didnât need to know that. If her ego got any bigger it would probably explode.Â
She hung up before Santana could answer. Deep down, she knew Santana would love that response even more.Â
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