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lyak12 · 8 months ago

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Food Poisoning

A/N: I've read a few days ago that our one and only Lucy Bronze played with food poisoning in the 2015 world cup quarter finals... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, and @helen-with-an-a and I have been talking this through for a good while, haha. I mean, Lucy is basically super human at this point, but I still had to rewrite it. It takes place at the semi-finals of the last World Cup and I'm really putting Sarina on the spot here and making her a bit of the bad guy... I just want to clarify that I don't have anything against her. I just needed a bad guy and she happened to be there. Also you're in for a long one, we're talking almost 7k... my longest one yet. I hope you like it though and thanks again for the help @helen-with-an-a 💕

w/c: almost 7k

Warnings: Throwing up, pain, a bit of Angst and arguments

It is the world cup and you won the quarter finals. Tomorrow is the big day. The semi finals. It's not your first world cup but you're still a bit anxious. You want to win this. You want this not only for the team but especially for Lucy. She finally deserves the world cup title.

Tomorrow however were the semifinals and they were at least just as important if not more than the final itself.

Lucy and you have been dating for a while and it's openly known in the team but that also means during tournaments you usually get diffrent roommates. Which neither of you mind since you're there to play football not to share a room. You're currently sharing a room with Leah and you love it. You two get along so well.

As you wake up that morning the nerves in your belly are already building. You're an early bird so you're getting up before Leah and take your time in the bathroom. You're also always the first to text your girlfriend good morning.

Today however instead if receiving a good morning back LJ, Lucy's roomie, texted you if you're awake already. You immediately text back, wondering why she's texting you this early but with the next message you understood why.

'I don't know what's wrong but Lucy is not feeling great. She didn't want me to text you but I think you'd want to know and come check on her' - LJ texts

'I'll be right there' - you immediately text back and grab your stuff before jogging over to their room. LJ lets you in and you ask "What's wrong?" However Lauren doesn't even have to answer as you hear Lucy throwing up in the bathroom. You quickly throw your things on the bed before making your way into the bathroom.

"Shh, it's okay. I got you, love", you say as you gather her hair that fell out of the bun and start to rub her back. She just retches again before she coughs and says "I told LJ not to text you." "Yeah well, I'm glad she did. Are you done?", you ask softly and she just nods. You help her up and guide her to the sink as you flush the toilet.

Looking at your girlfriend, you can tell she is still feeling like utter shit. "Shh deep breath, what's wrong Baby?", you say as you slip your hand under her shirt and rub her back slightly. She feels a bit sweaty but you put that off on the throwing up.

"I don't know, I'll be okay. I just need a second", Lucy says trying to convince herself she's fine. You hand her some water and she drinks a few sips before the both of you make your way back into her room.

"You okay, Bronzey?", Lauren asks softly and Lucy just nods but Lauren can see in your eyes that you're worried. Lucy quickly gets dressed before all three of you make your way to breakfast. You can see that your girlfriend is still nauseous and you honestly don't know what she wants at breakfast but if there's one thing, it's that Lucy has her own mind.

In the elevator you rub over her back slightly and she gives you a weak smile, trying to act like she's fine. Before you get in to the dining hall you pull her aside a bit and ask again "Baby, I can see you're not okay. Are you sure you want to get breakfast? We can go lay down again for a bit if you like." Your eyes betray how worried you are but Lucy just shakes her head and smiles softly before saying "I'm okay, we need the fuel for the game this afternoon."

You just sigh but know better than to fight with her right now. Maybe she'll feel better after breakfast. You have until lunch to rest and do some more recovery. Maybe Lucy will feel fine again in a few hours.

You can hope right? You sit with her at breakfast and your eyes are constantly on her as she slowly eats her food. You can tell it's getting harder for her to swallow with every bite. "Don't force it, Babe", you say softly as you rub her thigh but she just answers "I need the energy for later."

You just watch her worriedly and Leah and Keira, who are sitting at the table with you share a concerned look too. Lucy's free hand rests on her lap, holding her stomach as she forces herself to take another bite.

You can see Lucy starting to get really nauseous again as her chewing slows down. She's just desperately trying to swallow but you're scared she's about to blow again. Her breaths are deep but a bit to fast for your liking. However you're not saying anything as she tries her hardest to battle her stomach silently.

Before you know it she gets up and quickly makes her way to the bathroom with you right behind her. She barely makes it to the toilet before she throws up her breakfast and even a bit more. "Shh it's okay, Luce. I'm here", you say soothingly as she gathers her bearings, seeming to be done for now.

You grab some toilet paper and rub her mouth gently as she takes a few deep breaths. Getting up she walks to the sink before holding on to the the counter and grabbing her stomach slightly. You flush the toilet and walk up to her, resting a hand on her back gently before you carefully lay your hand on her belly. Stroking it gently with your thumb you feel her abs clench as her stomach cramps.

"Oh Babe, you're really not looking too hot", you say softly and press a kiss to her temple. "I'm okay", she just says and gets herself back together. "Luce, that was the second time you threw up. You're not okay", you say gently but she just looks at you seriously and says again with a bit more force "I'm okay."

You just sigh as she freshens up for a second and you both make your way back to breakfast. She sits back down and continues to eat as you just watch her concerned. "You okay, Bronzey?", Leah asks and Lucy just nods, the look in her eyes telling Leah to let it go. After breakfast you quickly talk to Leah and LJ that you'll spend time until lunch with Lucy, just to be there if something is wrong and they just nod. LJ telling you that she'll stay out of the room to give you two some privacy, eventhough that's not what you asked for.

As you knock on their door LJ opens it before grabbing her stuff and saying quietly to you "Make sure she's okay." You just nod and thank her before walking fully into the room. Lucy sitting on the bed with her iPad rewatching the last Australia game to prepare some more for the game this afternoon.

"Didn't you want to roll out your muscles?", Lucy asks confused as she sees you standing in the room. "I can do that while I keep an eye on you", you say, lifting up your blackroll. "Y/n/n, I'm fine", she tries but you immediately say "Lucy, save that for someone else. I can tell you're not. You're pale as a sheet of paper and I can tell you're in pain."

She just looks up at you as you pause the game and put her iPad aside, sitting down next to her. "Be honest with me", you say softly as you rest a hand on her back and one on her hand on her stomach, which she was still holding tightly.

She's silent for a few moments as she sorts her thoughts. She grimaces slightly as her stomach cramps and closes her eyes for a second, the fact that you saw that let's you know that's he's willing to let you in, at least a bit for now. You gently rub her hand with your thumb and ask "Why don't you lie down and rest a bit?"

She immediately shakes her head and says "I'll get sick again if I lay down." Your heart breaks at that. Its been a while since you've seen her physically so unwell. You slide a bit closer and say "Lean against me then." She does without much hesitation as you start rubbing her back. You can tell that she has been getting increasingly more nauseous since you first stepped into the room. "Shh deep breaths, you'll be okay", you say softly as you kiss her head.

She lasts about five minutes before she peels out of your arms and jogs to the bathroom once again. Finding yourself holding her hair back and rubbing her back again, you sigh softly. Why today?

"Oh love, what's wrong with your stomach? You think it's a bug?", you ask softly once she calms down a bit. She just shrugs as she rests her head on her arm, still unbelievably nauseous. Coughing a bit she gags again harshly. You get up and drench a cloth in cold water before coming back and resting it on her neck.

She slowly calms down a bit more and takes a few deep breaths. "Shh, good job, love, you're doing so good", you say softly as she leans back into you a bit. "This doesn't seem like a bug", she mumbles and you know what she means. You've seen her with a stomach bug, but she has never thrown up so much.

You grab the cloth and gently wipe her face as you say "Maybe it was something you ate?" She just shrugs as she tries to relax into you a bit. "Why today? How am I supposed to play my best like this?", she asks and you frown before you say "Babe, you're not playing like this." She turns around and looks at you as she says serious "I am playing, this is not up for debate."

You decide to not argue with her right now so you just sigh and ask "Are you done for now love?" She just nods and you help her up and to the sink where she freshens up.

She sits down on the bed and you hand her some water and electrolytes. That's one thing you never have to worry about, thankfully, she'll always drink, even if it comes right back up. She sips on the drinks as she grabs her iPad again and continues watching the game.

You can't help but sigh at that. You know how stubborn your girlfriend can be. You walk over to her and press a kiss to her head before deciding to roll out your muscles. There is no way for you to stop Lucy in watching that game. Might as well do your own recovery so you're ready for this afternoon.

"Will you please at least lean against the headboard, honey?", you ask as you move to the floor with your roll. She looks at you before complying hestiantly. "Thank you", you say and take off your hoodie, leaving you in a sports crop top because doing this in a normal shirt gave you the ick.

You focus on your own recovery and roll out your tense muscles while every once in a while looking at Lucy. And more than not you find her looking back at you. "I thought you wanted to watch the game?", you tease gently trying to not worry so much and keep the tone light. "Looking at the screen makes me dizzy", Lucy admits and you just frown.

"I really don't think you should play", you say as you keep rolling out your muscles and Lucy just warns "Y/N." "I'm just saying", you say again and focus on your recovery. Lucy turns off her iPad and keeps watching you as you do your recovery.

Every once in a while she sips on her drinks but you can tell she's feeling pretty crappy. Once you're done you, you get up and sit back down next to her. She just looks at you and you sigh softly before taking her in her your arms.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well", you mumble and kiss her head. You can feel that she's slightly warm. She doesn't say anything but you can tell she's about to throw up again. "You want me to get you a bucket or bathroom?", you ask softly but she just gets up and runs back to the bathroom.

Sighing again you get up and follow her once more. Lucy is coughing and gagging harshly again as she throws up the water and whatever is left from her breakfast. "Oh Baby", you say softly as she rests her head on her arm and catches her breath. It's this moment where the cramps are really settling in. She grabs her stomach and retches again before spitting into the toilet once more and flushing.

You rub her back and ask softly "Done?" She just nods and you help her freshen up and back in bed. "Are you sure you don't want to try to nap, love?", you ask gently but she just shakes her head as she curls up because of the cramps. You gently pull her into your arms and rest your hand on her belly. "May I?", you question and she nods hesitantly.

You had about half an hour before lunch, so you spend the time rubbing your girlfriend's belly, trying to make her feel a bit better somehow. Eventhough she relaxes a bit Lucy's cramps don't really get any better.

As it's lunch time Lucy is adamant to join you, and you just let her even if you want nothing more than have her lay down. LJ and Leah look at Lucy worried, she looks like crap but she still sits down and eats with them.

"Lucy, you really should lay down and try to get some rest. Playing is not a good idea", Leah says and Lucy just answers "Thats not for you to decide." Leah wants to argue but you just shake her head. Lucy is not in her right mind.

You don't have much time after lunch before you're meeting at the bus to drive to the arena, so you quickly escorting Lucy back to her room, followed by LJ. She barely makes it there before she throws up her lunch again. She's shaking slightly.

"Alright that's it. You're staying here", you say but Lucy answers with her head still over the toilet "I'm not. I'll not sit this one out."

"Are you serious?! Lucy, you can't keep anything down!",

"And?",

"And?! That's fucking insane to even think about playing? You're obviously in no condition to play!",

"I'm FINE", Lucy says but only throws up again.

"You're not fine, stop lying to yourself!", you yell and she just looks at you, before saying "I will play today, deal with it."

You just stare at her. "You know what? Fine. But I'm not gonna be there to scratch you off the floor when you collapse", you say and get up before you step out of the bathroom. You walk past Lauren and out of the room before making your way to your own room.

Everyone knows that's a lie. You'll take care of her but you'll still be mad.

"Is she coming? Did she get sick again?", Leah asks as you storm into the room. "Yes she is and of course she did", you say as you throw your hoodie on the bed and angrily pack the rest of your bag. "Hey. This is not your fault. That's just how Bronzey is", she says softly as she puts a hand on your shoulder. You look up with tears in your eyes and say "But that's just reckless. She couldn't keep anything down today, Leah. Nothing. She's in no state to play. Why can't she understand that?"

Leah sighs softly and says "I don't know but I know you did everything you could. Maybe Sarina doesn't let her play." You just sigh and sit down on your bed. Tears are still running down your cheeks as you mumble "I'm just scared something will happen to her." "I know, but she'll be okay. And if we're lucky she'll learn out of it?", Leah says and you just look at her with a raised eyebrow. You both laugh softly before Leah wraps her arms around you and pulls you in a hug. "She'll be okay Y/n/n", "I hope you're right", you mumble and calm down a bit.

You get dressed and ready before you head to the bus. Asking one of the medics for some of these emisis bags you sit down next to Lucy. Eventhough you freshend up and washed your face Lucy can still tell that you've cried and eventhough she's feverish she knows that it's her fault.

Talking to you isn't an option now though because you had your headphones on. Lucy knows you needed the drive to the stadium to sort your head so she just keeps quiet and looks out the window instead. Her stomach still cramping quiet badly but she tries not to show it. However, you can tell. Turning to her slightly you open your arms and let her lean on you before rubbing her belly softly. You still won't talk to her but you don't have the heart to let your girlfriend suffer.

You're about halfway there as you can tell Lucy is about to throw up again. You hand her the bag without a word and she throws up as quietly as she can to not disturb your teammates. As you finally reach the stadium you get up and move to the locker room. You all sit together in the locker room, changed, Lucy clearly miserable but she seems to be focused as your manager and the rest of the coaching staff comes in.

After looking around Sarina asks "Are up okay to play, Lucy?" Lucy just nods and you can't help but snort at that, shaking your head that Sarina would actually let Lucy play. "Something wrong Y/N?", she asks and you just shake your head again. You're part of the starting XI as well, you don't want to risk that spot because you argue with Sarina.

You all head out for warm up before you sit down on the bench to have some water. It's about time to line up. However before you can focus on that you hear Lucy starting to throw up again two spots down. You quickly walk over and rest a hand on her back, rubbing it softly as she throws up some water, clutching her stomach.

You look at her worried but once she's done you're more pissed than worried again so you just get up and head for the tunnel. Everyone can tell your pissed but lucky for them, you're an even better player when you're pissed.

The first half moves along greatly with you scoring at 36 minutes, getting your team in the lead. You're hot and playing well.

During half time break Lucy gets violently sick again on the bench. She's starting to become really feverish and you're really starting to be worried out of your mind. You can tell how bad the cramps are and that she can barely breathe deep without another cramp rocking through the brunettes stomach. "Lucy, this is getting ridiculous! You need to rest!", you say loudly. "I'm fine", she says weakly and you just huff angrily. "Can you continue Lucy?", Sarina asks and your girlfriend just nods. "You can't be serious?!", you ask Sarina angrily.

"Y/N, when Lucy says she can play. She can play", she says and you just look at her surprised before looking at the medics who just shrug. "You're seriously gonna let her play after she once again threw up everything in her? She's shaking and feverish! Do you know how reckless that is?", you ask in disbelief before you hear Lucy from behind you "Babe, calm down." "Oh don't you dare to tell me what to do. We will talk about that later", you snarls at your girlfriend, God you were angry. "You're some reckless people and I honestly don't know how you can even think about letting such a sick player play. Risking her health for what? Since when is winning more important than your players health", you spit at Sarina and the coaching staff.

You know you crossed a line probably but right now you don't give a shit. Leah having heard snippets of it, she walks over to you and pulls you away. "Come on, let's take a breather", she says and you look at her, wanting to yell at her too but her look makes you stop. You let her pull you away and she says "I know you're angry, but yelling at Sarina will only end in her pulling you of the field." You try to calm down but you can't stop the tears in your eyes once again. "I know, but have you seen Lucy? How can they let her play like that?", you ask as you try to swallow your worry. Leah stops moving and takes you in her arms again, holding you close to let you calm down. "I don't know, she'll be okay. You can't do anything for now. Get your head back in the game okay?", Leah says softly and you nod as you take a deep breath.

You get your head back in the game and try your best to not focus on Lucy as the second half starts. In the 59th minute you play another cross which almost ends in a perfect goal from LJ. Almost.

However in the 63th minute Sam Kerr breaks through and you break out in a sprint to catch her. Which you do, however, as she fakes to the right you slip on the artificial turf and fall to the ground. You still manage to kick the ball away slightly but not hard enough. Sam saves the ball and scores, making you even. You just sit on the ground with your head in your hands as you catch your breath. A few of your teammates come over, including Lucy, and help you up, telling you it's not your fault and especially Lucy asking "Are you okay?" You just nod, it had been a bit painful but nothing you can't push through.

Not even two minutes later you get subbed off. You look confused, you've been playing really well. You look at the sideline and see Sarina shaking her head. You walk off, let Alessia come in for you, walking to the bench without looking at Sarina. Did she really pull you off because of one mistake that you couldn't even stop?

You throw yourself in the seat and sip at your water, angry tears burning in your eyes. "Hey, its not your fault", Georgia tells you but you can't really trust that right now. Sarina obviously thinks it is.

You watch the game continue, pissed off. However as Lucy goes down after a tackle you jump up, looking at her worried. She sits up again so you know she didn't pass out but the game continues, also with another goal for you. Everyone on the bench is cheering except you. As Lucy slowly slides of the pitch and the medic makes her way to her you break out in a full run and run to your girlfriend. You can hear Sarina yell your name and tell you to stay but you don't give a shit.

You're there after the medic who is already looking at her knee. "Are you okay, Luce?", you ask worried as you squat down behind her with your hands on her shoulders. She pulls her legs up slightly as another round of cramps wreck havoc in her body. She just shakes her head. "Everything hurts, I can't even breath without my whole body cramping up", she mumbles as the medic gives her some electrolytes. Once she drank something it almost comes right back up. "Yeah you're done, love", you say and the medic nods. Lucy is pissed but knows you're right. That's when the ref stops the game and walks over to the three of you.

"You can't be here", she says to you and you just look at her confused. "I'm off the pitch, what's the problem?", you ask pissed. "Players can't be next to the goal, it doesn't matter if you're playing or not", "I'm checking on my teammate!", you yell at her. She picked the wrong moment to mess with you. Lucy is just staring at the ground trying to keep ber bearings.

"Don't talk to me like that!", the ref says strictly and you just snort before saying "You make a big deal out of nothing. You stop the game with no reason. Go do your job and let me take care of my teammate!"

You crossed a line and you know that.

She blows the whistle and pulls out a yellow card, giving it to you. "Are you serious? What's your fucking problem?", you start to argue again but the ref isn't having it. Before she could do anything else Leah runs between you two and tells you "Y/N get it together! You'll get carded again and miss the final! I know you're upset but shut your mouth!" By the time she finishes talking, Lucy is on her feet again, stumbling but on her feet. You turn away from the ref and rest a hand on Lucy's back as you guide her to the bench. Lucy gets subbed and you sit down on the bench as she almost immediately starts puking again. "Shh you're okay love", you say soothingly as you rub her back. The medic hands you a cold towel and you rest it on her neck, calming her down. "Y/N what the heck was that?!", Sarina says stomping towards you. You just roll your eyes and keep your attention on Lucy. "Don't ignore me!", she yells and you just look up and say clearly, "I'm not gonna apologize."

You can tell she's about to send you in the locker room but then your teammates score another goal. Your focus still stays on Lucy, it's great your in the lead with two but right now you're worried about your girlfriend. She's trembling and tensing every few moments because of the cramps, the heat here not helping. "Shh you'll be alright, my love", you say gently and press a kiss to her warm temple. As she rests her head in her hands you squat in front of her and hold the cold towel to each side of her face, hoping to lower her fever a bit. The final whistle is blown and you press a kiss to her forehead. "We won, Luce. We're in the final", you whisper and the brunette smiles softly.

"I really don't feel good", she mumbles and your heart breaks at that. "I know, let's get you in the locker room", you say gently before looking at the medic and he just nods for you to take her.

You help her up and steady her as she sways. "We gotta get your fever down", you say and she just nods but you can tell she's pretty out of it. You help her undress and guide her in the shower, only taking off your shoes, shorts and shirt. Getting in with her to make sure she doesn't fall. You stay in for almost 20 minutes but by then her fever dropped at least a little. You are pretty cold but you can care less right now.

Your teammates are mostly in the locker room already as you guide Lucy back to her bench and help her get dressed. "Baby, you're cold", she says but you just ignore her. "She's right, we don't want you getting sick before the final", Leah says, laying your towel around your shoulders. You smile softly at her, thanking her.

Once Lucy is dressed, you quickly change yourself. You will shower at the hotel again. You just pull your shirt down as Sarina knocks at the door. Leah tells her that she can come in and by the look on her face you know she's not done with you.

"What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?!", she yells at you. Leah wants to intervene but you're too quick to answer "What was I thinking?" "You got a yellow because you couldn't keep your mouth shut eventhough you weren't even playing!", she yells at you. "Well I wouldn't have if you wouldn't have been so reckless! What on earth made you think it's okay to let Lucy play?", you ask back loudly. You'd not back down and even Leah knows that intervening now will not end well.

"Lucy said she's fine to play!", she yell and you just laugh angrily. "Everyone knows that she doesn't know when to stop. For fucks sake she couldn't keep anything down all day. Any person that can think logically knew that this was a disaster waiting to happen!", you yell and she just looks angrily at you. "Y/N", Lucy tries, not completely out if it anymore but you just turn to her and say "You better be quiet, Bronze. I'm not done with you either." The fact that you last namened her lets her know she's in trouble so she just shuts her mouth.

"I'm not letting you chew me out because I got a yellow. The ref has been waiting to do that all game and we all know that. You subbed me off because I opened my mouth at halftime. I couldn't have prevented that goal and even if I still feel guilty for it, you of all people should know that it was not my fault!", you yell angrily, you're fuming. "You got a yellow, you're lucky you're not suspended for the final!", she yells back.

"Yeah well if you would've acted with the health of your players as top priority, non of this would've happened!", you spit. "Careful or you'll find yourself on the bench for the final!", she threatens and that when Leah knows she has to step in as captain. "Okay that's enough. Let's go all back to the hotel and calm down before we make any hasty decisions", Leah tells and Sarina just glares at you once more before she leaves the locker room.

"Y/N", Lucy tries again but you just warn, "Don't." "I think it's better if you're quiet, Bronzey", Leah says quietly but you can see her trying to hide a smirk. It's rare to see Lucy Bronze not having a cheeky remark. Leaving the seriousness aside, it is kinda funny so you get Leah.

You head to the bus and sit down next to Lucy again. Now that you're calming down, you're starting to feel your knee a bit from that slip but you'll be fine. You're still pretty pissed so you grab your headphones and put them on, closing your eyes as you lean your head back. You can feel Lucy shifting next to you and not settling in the slightest, so you open your eyes and look at the brunette. You can tell she's feeling sick but the cramps seem to be worse than ever. You sigh softly and turn slightly, before you say "Come here." She looks at you unsure and you say again "I may be really mad at you but I still love you. You have 5 seconds to decide if you want my comfort or not."

It doesn't even take one for her to cuddle into you. Most people wouldn't think that but Lucy is a snuggler. Especially when she's not feeling well. You pull her close and hand her one of the bags you have left, just in case before you gently rub over her belly, trying to soothe those angry muscles.

You end up stuck in traffic and thanks to your soft touch Lucy dozes off a bit. Your eyes are closed again and the music kept the other voices from disturbing your peace. "I thought Y/N is mad at Lucy?", a fairly new teammate asks. She's not been on the team for long enough to fully get Lucy's and your relationship. "Oh she is, she's pissed out of her mind", Keira chuckles softly. "But they're cuddling?!", she asked even more confused. "You must know, Y/n/n is that kind of person where she can be unbelievably mad at you, but she'll still make sure you're okay. No matter what. Lucy can mess up badly like right now but Y/N will take care of her until she feels better because she loves her. She would never in a million years let Lucy suffer on her own or not be there for her just because she's mad. They have a special kind of love", Leah explained as a few of your teammates smile at you guys softly.

You feel that you're being stared at, so you open your eyes to find several teammates quickly look away, but not Leah, Keira and LJ. You see their smile and look down to see Lucy asleep on you. You can't help the smile you crack. Your girlfriend is pretty adorable but you'd never let her see that smile right now. You press a soft kiss to her head and lean back again. Eventually, you make it to the hotel and make your way inside. LJ and you switching rooms for the night, so you can make sure Lucy is okay.

You let Leah know that neither of you will attend dinner tonight before you bring Lucy in the room. "Come on, change and then bed", you say and Lucy wants to argue but your look makes her close her mouth again before following your orders. Lucy is about to lie down as Lauren bring you your bag, before grabbing hers and making her way back to Leah. You start boiling some water in the kettle in the room before fishing the hot water bottle out of your bag. Heat often helps your muscles and Lucy too even if she doesn't want to admit it, so you usually bring it. Once you are done prepping it, you sit down at the edge of the bed, lift the blanket and place it on Lucy's stomach. She sighs softly in relief before she looks up at you with teary eyes.

You know that she hates it when you're mad at her. You sigh softly and caress her cheek, before you say "Don't cry, Luce. Everything will be okay." "Do you still love me? I'm sorry", she asks insecure and it breaks your heart. That's definitely mostly the exhaustion talking. "I will always love you. Even when I'm mad, love. Now do me a favor and get some sleep okay? I'll join you after a quick shower", you say as you kiss her forehead lovingly. She doesn't have to be told twice. Not even a minute later she's already dozing off.

You smile and shower quickly, before joining her in bed. You cuddle your sleeping girlfriend for about an hour until there is a soft knock at the door. It opens a second later and you see Leah waking in with a tray. There is some dinner on it for you and some crackers and fresh ginger for tea for Lucy. "I figured you'd be hungry. How's our Bronzey?", she asks softly to not wake Lucy.

"Thank you. She's okay, I think. I'm glad she's sleeping. She's exhausted", you say as you look concerned at your girlfriend. Leah walks up to you and squeezes your shoulder before she says "She looks a bit better already. She'll be okay. Now eat something yourself please okay?" You sigh and nod before you thank her. Leah leaves again and you eat your dinner. You're just done eating as Lucy stirs. You gently push a piece of hair out of her face and ask "How are you feeling, love?" "A bit better", she mumbles and leans into your touch.

You press a kiss to her forehead and ask "Do you think you could keep down some tea?" "I can try", she says with a small smile, so you get up and finish some tea with the fresh ginger.

Once it's done, she sits up and you hand her the mug before sitting down across from her. You can tell the fever is gone and she seems a lot clearer than earlier.

"How mad at me are you?", she asks softly as she looks up at you. "Pretty mad", you say before you sigh. "Lucy, you cannot be so irresponsible. This could've ended badly and you know that", "I know, I'm sorry", she says quietly. You know own she means it but that just isn't enough. "I know you are but you're sorry because I'm mad now. Lucy I need you to understand that I'm not mad because you acted against my wish. I was fucking worried about you. You could've gotten seriously hurt. I need you to be okay and I don't know how often I can go through such a day like today", you say seriously, close to tears. She knows your biggest fear is losing her.

She quickly puts aside the mug and opens takes your hands in hers. "Hey y/n/n, look at me and listen please. I know I messed up. I know I worried you and scared you. And I'm sorry for that. I can only imagine how anxious you must've been all day and I never wanted to be the reason you're feeling like that. We both know I have a problem to know my limits and I know I should've listened to you. I'm truly sorry and I need you to believe me. I try to listen to you next time", she says as she looks into your eyes and you just nod before she takes you in her arms, letting you calm down and let those tears and anxiety out.

"I'm still mad at you", you mumble in her shoulder. "I know, I deserve that", she chuckles softly and kisses your forehead. After a few minutes in her arms, you sut up and say "Now drink that tea." "Yes ma'am", Lucy just say causing you to roll your eyes smiling.

Grabbing the hot water bottle from her stomach she pouts dramatically and you just laugh before you tell her "Relax, I'm gonna make a fresh one for you."

Getting up you limp a step before putting the water back in the kettle and turn it on, shaking your leg out slightly. You're definitely feeling your knee and Lucy can tell immediately. "Let me look at your knee", she says but you answer "Lucy I want you to rest and drink your tea." "Yeah, well I don't want my girlfriend to be in pain either when she takes care of me", Lucy tells you seriously. She'll not back down, you know that.

You sigh, finish up the hot water bottle and make your way back to bed. Laying the hot water bottle next to her she gets up and tell you to sit down so she can check on your knee. If there is one person to know everything about knees it's Lucy. She can tell how tense the muscles are, probably overstretched a bit. She massages them a bit, which is pretty uncomfortable but ultimately helps.

"Make sure one of the physios takes a look at that tomorrow and gets you taped up", she says softly and you nod, before you thank her. "Not for that", she says and presses a kiss to your knee before getting back in bed. You cuddle up next to her and place the hot water bottle back on her stomach.

Both of you head to sleep pretty early but she does finish her tea and even eats a few crackers without throwing up again. The next morning, you wake up in her arms. You turn off the alarm and she opens her eyes to look sleepily at you. "Morning, I missed this", she mumbles before kissing your head. "Me too", you say smiling before gently rubbing over her stomach. "How's your tummy?", you ask and she answers "Sore but definitely not as queasy anymore."

You just smile satisfied and cuddle for a few more minutes before you get ready for breakfast.

Once down in the dining area you kiss her cheek and say "Sit down already, I'm gonna get us something to eat." She nods and sits down next to Leah. You come back a few minutes later with two plates only to find Lucy and Leah looking at Leah's phone watching the game from yesterday. More precisely the scene where you got a yellow.

"Why are you watching that?", you whine slightly as you place a plate of toast, some cucumber and some watermelon. "I don't remember much of the game yesterday, I wanna know why you got carded", Lucy says grinning and you just roll your eyes. "The ref has been waiting all game for that", you grumble and Leah just chuckles before she says "And thanks to her you're also on bad terms with Sarina." You just sigh and rub over your face, all of that making your head hurt slightly.

Lucy rests a hand on your thigh and makes you look at her. "Thank you for standing up for me", she says softly. "You're welcome, but you better don't do it again, Bronze", you say with a raised eyebrow. She winced slightly at being last named again. "Understood", she says before pressing a kiss to your temple

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broooooo · 1 year ago

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A Jocked dream

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A rewrite for my first story on this blog, I hope to make it better

I am Aaron, a high schooler, I've never been very social, I was a very protected child as a kid, I'm also asexual, meaning I don't find sexual attraction to any gender, I have long hair, I'm skinny and have bland style, I'm not very smart, and I hate most lessons.

To be honest I hate it all, I'm quite jealous of everyone , wishing I could be one of the popular guys, hot and muscular with lots of courage.

Occasionally I get the chance to talk with the older guys, I feel happy around them, they said I was there friend and I could always talk to them.

Its the closet I get to my dreams

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Whilst sitting alone under a tree, Jason, one of the popular guys and football jock from the group comes and sits with me

" yo Arron what up ma bro"

Extends fist for fist bump

I look up a bit confused but happy to see him

"hello Jason" fit bumps back*

"nutin much , just waitin for class"

"isn't it math?" I say

" yeah bro that shit sucks ass"

I laugh " damn right, I fuckin hate math , sucks major ass"

Jason's a little shocked but understanding.

"YOO damn right bro, sports so so much better, why don't you join a sports team bro?

I sigh saddly

Jason notices and sits next to me

"yo bro, what's wrong"

"well.. As a child my parents rejected the notion of me wanting to do sports, quite surprising if you think about it"

Jason's head almost blew up after hearing that.

" WHAT BRO, your parents suck for that, you wanted to play?"

I look up and smile

"yeah... I wanted to play football, and I still wouldn't mind , just It's too late for me, I'm no longer a child"

Jason puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me straight in the eye.

"bro, let me help you, it's never too late, coach can definitely help you"

I look up shocked and excited

I smile back and say

"yes, sure go ahead"

"YOOOOO BROOOOOOO"

Jason runs around excited as hell

He extends his hand to me

"come with me Aaron, let's get started right away,

I'll take you to coach!"

I take his hand

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Me and Jason walk through the school until reaching the sports hall where coaches office is

We walk up to the door and Jason opens it guiding me in.

Jason walks up to coaches desk

"Yo coach gotta minute?"

Coach sits up and adjusts his shirt that's tightly pressed against his large muscles.

"Jason my boy, need something?

And hm? Who ?, Looks me straight in the eye"

"well he's why I'm here, this is Aaron, my best bro, he wants to becum like me, he wishes to play football and becum a jock"

I'm feeling nervous hearing this.

"well Aaron, is that so, I can definitely help you , thank you Jason for bringing him here,

Jason please go to the locker room and get a kit ready"

"yes coach!, See you later bro",

he says to me as he leaves

"Aaron, please, sit down, let's chat"

I sit down in front of the his desk

" care for a beer son? It's a favourite between the players"

(Hmm I don't drink all that often but sure, I think in my head)

"Sure sir, I don't mind"

"please, call me coach, and take as many as you like, I just know you will want more"

I smile back, "thanks"

I take a big gulp of beer and start to sip it

"so son, you want to play football? You don't look like your very active?"

I pause for a second feeling calm from the beer

"as a kid my parents didn't want me to play sports, I was Hella protected, it's only because of Jason that this is happening"

Coach looks shocked and pale from what I said

"well that's no way to live is it! I'm glad you're here today because from now on you're gonna be a football jock, ill be the father you never had"

I am shocked by his words but also comforted by them

"thank you so much coach, I hope to make you proud"

I go to take another sip of my beer but find it's empty

Well now...

"yo coach, hand me another beer ?"

(Yo? Did I just?.. well whatever)

"hah, what did I say, the jocks love this stuff, and you're pretty much one of them now" he hands me another beer.

I go pale now, and my dick is extremely hard now my heart beating and my thoughts cloudy,

Wait.. did I just finish this beer ?

Well damn

"well son, you really like it, I'm impressed, heres another, come with me to the locker room, and don't worry, we have a stash of beer in there too!"

I take the new beer bottle and walk with him to the locker room, where my bro Jason went

(Bro? Yeah... Broooooooo)

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Walking into the locker room , coach guides me to one of the benches , it and a big screen TV Infront of it.

"sit down son, let me help you out of your clothes

watch what's on the screen"

I sit down and just stare at the screen, drunk out of my mind as I had finished the 3rd beer on the way here, coach stripping me. I begin in drool and leek pre as I look at the screen

"stare Aaron stare"

"Listen to its words, let it becum who you are meant to be, who you want to be"

I stare hard , foggy... dick... Hard.. huhu

The screen fills me up with tactics and football, all about football, and sex, locker room sex with the bros, huhu.. brooo. Im so horny now...

He moves on with his plan

He injects a serum into me, body grows

He starts to play with my expanding nipples, as my chest becums inflated and flat, my arms exploding in hard muscle with hands hard and rough from the sports and the gym

My legs becum tree trunks with thighs of steel, with a tight ass.

My feet grow and expand .

Finally my washboard 8 pack cum gutter abs.

Coach then pays attention to my hard and leaking, now 12 inch dick and lemon sized balls swirling with jock cum

"having fun Aaron, don't worry, were almost over'

Now say it, recite the words you know are true

He starts to jerk me off

" I.. I am a football.... Jock

I ... Big.... Dumb

.. football....

Yeah...

I am a football jock,

.... Hee I AM A FOOTBALL JOCK BROOOOO

And within 4 jerks i cum

I cum all over, me, coach, the floor,

Ropes of cum spew for minutes as I lay there a drooling sweety dumb mess of a jock

Jason comes in with a full football kit, he's happy at what the sees

" Yoo coach, u did great"

"Jason help your bro get changed, practice is soon'

"right"

Jason comes over to me and starts to dress me.

"sup bro, what up"

As my mind clears i say

"broooooo what uppppp ,I guud brahhh that was amazing, thank you bro, thank you

"that's great bro! Anytime"

He helps he dresses in the kit, from the jock strap to the cleats and pads, all were tight and arousing .

"damnn broo I'm so horny now"

"bro same, let's help each other out after practice bro"

Yeah brooo

Once all ready, Jason gets changed and we wait

Coach comes in to check on us

"well look at you boys, ready for practice"

We say in unison

"yes coach" we laugh at that

"Aaron, come , i will need a picture of you"

"right"

I walk over to stand at a camera, my cleats clinking on the floor

"ready son? "

I nod

As the picture is taken, I'm filled with confidence

My jock fills with more pre and cum as I am

A football jock

Damn Im still so horny

Me, Jason and the team run onto the field for practice, coach bringing out caskets of beers for us at the end

"drink up boys, you earned it"

In the locker room it's a ogy of cum and beer after a good practice.

Beer, cum and football

Bro that's the life

_____________________________________________well... What do you guys think?

I think it's better, different but better

Damn if only it could happen to me

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rogersideup · 1 year ago

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter sixteen

Crawl Home to You

Series masterlist

Previous Part: Everything will be Okay Next Part: Endgame

Word Count: 7,532

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

"Psst"

You stopped in your tracks.

Walking the empty main hall of the compound towards where Steve, Scott, Bruce and Nat were conducting a time travel test, the only sound was the echoed thumping of your sneakers against the floor.

Steve advised you to wait it out in the living room until they were done so he knew you'd be safe and sound, then he texted you that they were all done. However, that text came in the middle of a business call, so you told him you'd come down to them when it wrapped up.

So now, here you were, approaching the pull up zone outside and trying to figure out where that noise came from.

"Sunflower!" You heard the loud whisper again.

Knowing that literally everyone here but Steve only ever called you Sugar Cookie, you knew exactly who it was already.

"Where are you?" You giggled, turning around in a complete circle to find him.

Then, he bashfully turned the corner. Arm behind his back, with a cheeky, genuine smile on his face.

"What's gotten into yo-" You asked with a giggle before he fully turned the corner and you saw what he was trying to sneak around. Your laugh turned into a gasp and your jaw happily dropped. "No fucking way!"

He propped his arm up, and attached to it was the red white and blue shield. "Tony just gave it back to me. We made up, it was actually really nice."

You stepped closer to inspect it, "I can't believe I've been with you for this long and I've never seen the shield before!"

Steve laughed at your body language. Your hands were crossed behind your back, and instead of getting even closer, your few steps kept you at a comfortable distance away from it, yet you still leaned forward and squinted your eyes to see all of its details.

"Are you so happy to have it back?" You asked, looking up at him for a brief moment to see his facial expression.

"It's like reuniting with an old friend, feels like no time has passed." His free hand lovingly pat the front of it. You still seemed very timid, and his step forward caused you to take a step back. "Are you... scared of it?"

"What? No." You denied, shaking your head.

As a test he stepped forward again but this time you stayed put. Steve gave you a confused look, unable to gauge your reaction. "You wanna touch it?"

He extended his arm out to you, and you shook your head again. "I can't just touch it!" You exclaimed like he had gone absolute mad.

"Why not?" He asked with a laugh.

"Why not?! I don't even want to breathe too hard near it! That's like an artifact, dude! Are you crazy?!" You explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I have lotion on my hands, and it's gonna get all over it."

"Baby, it's made out of the strongest metal on earth." Steve explained, gently grabbing your wrist and placing your palm flat to the front of it. "See? Nice shield!"

"Woaaahhhh, that's so cool." Your face turned from concerned to amazed before you ran your finger around the grooves. Then, you made a cheeky big smile at Steve, "Can I hold it?"

"Wow, quick turn around time" He noted how fast you went from 0 to 100 as he pulled his arm out of the straps.

He instructed you to hold your arm out before sliding it through one strap, and to grip the other in your palm.

"How's she feeling?" Steve asked. "I can make it tighter."

"It feels so cool!" You said giddily.

"Looks even cooler, Baby" His heart melted at the sight of his love holding it.

"What do you think? Should I get me one of these?" You asked.

"I think you need lots of training and a small lump some of money to obtain this much vibrainum, but I believe in you!" He kissed your cheek and started guiding you down the hallway again, right back towards his room.

"Sooooo, how did the test run go?" You asked, walking tall and proud with the shield on your arm.

"Not too great. We accidentally tuned Scott into a baby and an old man. But pay no mind to any of that because Tony is here, and he figured it out. So he's going to build a real time travel machine, oh- and Rocket and Nebula just got here too. Rocket and Bruce are going to go get Thor."

"Steve..."

"What?" He questioned nonchalantly.

"Is Scott back to normal?" You asked. "Why did you just brush over that part?"

"Oh yeah, he's back to Scott-ish age now." He confirmed.

"Okay great." You giggled.

"Woah!" Sounded from behind you.

Admittedly, it scared you at first. You didn't hear any footsteps, and you definitely didn't sense anyone nearing. You jumped, shrieked, and dropped the shield straight into the floor.

Steve laughed and he swiftly bent down to pick it up, and you turned to address the terrifying elephant in the room.

None other than Tony stark. "Sugar cookie stuck around, huh?"

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Stark." You greeted him while puffing out a breath and clutching your chest.

"She's polite." Tony acknowledged, Steve nodded with pride. "Just Tony works."

"Oh, sorry." You apologized for using an incorrect title.

"Rogers, didn't I just tell you to keep that under wraps because I didn't bring enough for everyone?" Tony joked, pointing at the shield.

"What could I say? She just looked so cute holding it" Steve justified.

"She looked even cuter dropping it." Tony joked. Then his eyes met yours. "You really are beautiful by the way, thanks for sticking around. Contrary to popular belief around here, I do like seeing Rogers happy."

"Thank you, Tony. I'm happy to be here." You responded politely, unsure of how to let your guard drop around the billionaire.

"Steve, meeting room in 10. We have a lot of thinking to do." Tony told Steve, then turned to you. "Would it be inappropriate to tell you o could really go for some brownies right now?"

"No, not at all." You shook your head. "I'll get right on it... Do you happen to know if Raccoons can eat chocolate?"

"This isn't about the build-a-bear." Tony shook his head. "Okay, gotta go. Kinda have half the universe counting on me to build a Time Machine."

And just like that, he walked off.

You sighed. "When he says it like that, I guess he really does deserve some brownies."

Steve giggled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "I'm guessing you're headed off to the store now?"

"Depends. Do the Avengers have any dark cocoa powder handy?"

With his free hand, Steve reached into his back pocket and handed you the keys to his car. "Nobody here is smart enough to know how to bake anything. Of course we don't have cocoa powder."

You laughed at his statement, a little snort passed through. "I just love you so much, Stevie."

"I can tell, nobody would put up with any of this for any other reason." He acknowledged. "I love you too, Baby."

You rocked up on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. "Use your big brain, smarty pants. They need it."

"Oh, and by the way," Steve started, smug look on his face. "If you're holding the shield and you get scared, best practice is to hold it in front of you and not drop it on the floor. It can't really do much for you all the way down there."

"Yeah, yeah" You playfully rolled your eyes.

Over the next few days, Steve watched you connect with the team in ways he wasn't quite sure he's ever had. Honestly, it came quite naturally for you.

If someone was upset, it's like your brain didn't even have to think about what to do. You'd autopilot hugs and comforting words. And if someone needed a break to rest their tired brain, they'd always come to you for some fun conversation. If anyone fell asleep, you were there to throw a blanket over them.

No matter how happy it made him, he reminded you time and time again that you didn't have to stick around if you didn't want to. The conversations they were having were heavy, and he could tell a lot of them took a toll on you regardless of your efforts to not show that they did.

But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night without being here for him. You wanted to make sure he was okay first and foremost, and you knew he couldn't sleep at night if you weren't there. It was a tricky balance, but one you'd do almost anything to keep the scales from tipping.

Steve had warned you not to get too attached to any of the team, he told you realistically how it works. They get along and work well together, but when the mission was done they all went back to their separate lives. He knew you and your sweet as sugar heart, and he wanted to protect it from the reality of the people he surrounded you with.

Perhaps Sam, Bucky and Nat were the exceptions. He always knew they would be there for him no matter what. Oh how he wished you could've met Bucky, he knew the two of you would be like two peas in a pod.

But in the time it took to get the whole team assembled and the machine built, he could tell his advice to you had flown out the window.

You and Nat were just too precious to separate. And Thor; sweet, poor Thor. He was really having a rough time, and you just couldn't help yourself from comforting him. Steve saw Thor bond with you in a way he had never quite seen him bond with anyone before. You made Rocket how very own tray of blondies since he definitely couldn't eat the brownies. He even saw Tony giving you business advice, that spiraled into him giving you opinions on everything about the new bakery you were working tirelessly on. Tony complemented your business model and taste in interior design on multiple occasions, which was a very high compliment.

Two days before they decided the machine was good enough for a test run, Steve decided that's when he would feel most comfortable bringing you home.

Everything in him was screaming to get you to safety, but his heart was screaming to never let you go. So, he decided the day he brought you home he'd spend the night at home with you, then go back the next morning. He knew a little bit of peace away from the craziness would help him go into the mission with a stronger, more rested mind.

Honestly, driving through the neighborhood with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand being held between both of yours, he had never been so sure that this was his home now.

Even in just the relatively short time away, he missed everything about it. Your shared home, the bed, the running trails, the lake view lookout cliffs, and breakfast burritos from the diner.

He even almost missed the feeling of being watched by Georgia's careful eyes every time he simply exited near the view of her living room window.

When the two of you pulled up the driveway, put the car in park and turned off the transmission, he looked over at you. You were lost in thought, staring out of the window with no awareness to your surroundings. Steve felt a little crack in your heart knowing exactly what you were thinking about.

"Baby," he squeezed your hand, grabbing your attention. "You'll see them again, okay?"

You grinned and squeezed his hand right back. "I just want you guys to stay safe, that's all."

"We will be." He nodded. "You have to know that saving the world is the goal but getting home to you is number one priority. We all have too much to lose to put anything on the line."

You leaned over the center console to give him a kiss. "I trust you."

Instead of a response, his eyes were open when you pulled away, staring straight ahead. Instead of asking what he was looking at, you followed his eyes and saw Georgia conveniently out on her porch.

Rather than the perfectly put together version of Georgia everyone knew, she looked... off. Rather than a proper outfit, she was in comfortable clothes. The color in her face looked drained, other than her cheeks which were blushed pink.

This time you weren't so sure she came out to see what the two of you were up to. Especially when she slowly walked towards the railing of her porch and barely made it the few steps it took to get there. Stumbling over her own two feet to grab onto the railing, and even when she wasn't walking, she was slowly swaying like she couldn't even stand up.

"Something's wrong." You mumbled, unsure if it was to yourself or the superhero in the drivers seat.

You could tell he was thinking the same thing as you, and every issue you've ever had with her completely flew out of the window and wasn't even a thought in either of your minds as you both un-clicked your seatbelts and got out of the car as fast as you could.

Your legs carried yourself over to her faster than you even looked both ways to check for cars before crossing the street. Steve's legs were longer, they got him to her first. He walked up her porch stairs two at a time before putting his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, full of concern.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't been feeling good an-" She started explaining, before noticing you approaching right behind Steve.

"What's wrong, Georgia?" You wanted her to keep going.

"Baby, you know I wouldn't be asking for help if I didn't need it." She told you.

You were even more worried as you could hear shakiness and mumbling in her voice. She could barely separate words on her tongue, the syllables were slurring together.

"It's okay, tell me what's going on." You reassured her, caring a lot more about her well being than anything that's happened between the three of you.

Steve was already three steps ahead of this situation. He was looking around and making a plan in his head, he knew just by looking at her that she was very very sick with something. Just with one hand on her shoulder he could feel the heat radiating off of her yet her arms had visible goosebumps.

"I just have the flu or something, but I can't go- go to the store to get any medicine." She slurred.

Her swaying was getting worse, eyes growing heavier by the moment. Getting increasingly more concerned by the second, Steve had to make a judgment call.

"Baby." Steve got your attention, now with one hand on Georgia's back and another on her upper arm. "Call the paramedics." He mouthed as to not make Georgia more concerned.

You nodded, understanding why he didn't speak it out loud. "I'm going to go grab you a few things from my house, why don't you let Steve take you inside so you can get comfortable okay? I'll be right back."

"Really I'm f-fine. Just need some cold medicine or someth-" She didn't finish her sentence.

"Georgia?" Steve tried getting her to respond, but her eyes closed.

Having already bracing for this, Georgia became unconscious and fell backwards onto Steve, but he caught her gracefully before she even had a chance to come close to the floor.

You pulled out the phone and immediately called for an ambulance as Steve set her down as gently as he possibly could before sitting down next to her and rolling her head to the side.

He was worried with a fever this high she would have a seizure following the loss of consciousness, and while you were on the phone, your big concerned eyes found his calm ones.

You answered all the questions as best you could before the dispatcher told you the paramedics would be there as soon as they could, then you hung up.

Calm as a clam, Steve sat with her with a watchful eye.

"Do you want to stay with her, or do you want to grab me a few things in the meantime?" He asked.

"I'll stay" you nodded, feeling overwhelmed and worried sick.

"Okay, I'll be right back." He nodded, swiftly standing up and jogging across the street.

He came back not even a full minute later with everything he needed to start treatment while waiting for proper medical care.

You watched as he slipped a pillow from the porch swing under her head, then put a cold wet rag on her forehead, and put down a cold water bottle just in case she woke up. Sitting down next to you on the ground, he reached out and let you play with his hand.

"She'll be okay" He explained. "I think she has a really high fever and hasn't been trying to keep it down enough. They'll probably take her and keep her for a few days, but it's an easy fix. Nothing to be worried about."

"How do you know?" You questioned sadly.

"I spent the first 23 years of my life sick as a dog." He grinned emphatically. "I know because I've been here so many times before."

You nodded silently and played with his fingers before a quiet tear slipped down your cheek and you tried your hardest to not alert Steve of your emotions, but he was always far more observant than you ever hoped he would be.

"Hey, baby." Steve pouted. "Talk to me, are you scared?"

"I'm sad." You corrected. "I care about her and love her so much, and I still do even after all this time and everything that's happened. I don't understand why it has to be like this."

"I'm sorry, Honey." Steve pouted. Though unspoken, his apology had a double meaning. I'm sorry it had to be this way, and I'm sorry for being the wedge in the strained relationship.

"I could've been here taking care of her had she just heard me out and opened her heart to you. It never had to be this way. It should've never come to this." You shook your head. "And now I feel guilty that she's alone. I feel like I have everyone and she has no one."

"That's not your fault." Steve reminded you gently. "You aren't the one who decided for any of this to happen."

"I hope she can see that I still love her, and that you're a good man when all of this is said and done because I hate this stupid grudge."

Although Steve still admittedly hated what she did to you, and wanted to be petty and hold onto it for as long as he could, he understood where you were coming from.

It reminded him of his relationship with Tony. There was a long time in which he thought it was past the point of reconciliation, but not all things were impossible, and the love he had for him never went away.

"You have the best heart, and she's lucky to still be loved by you even after all this time" Steve told you, both of you could hear sirens blaring in the distance.

"She has a sister I should call, do you think I should go to the hospital with her?"

"I think you should do whatever will make you feel like you're doing the right thing." Steve advised you. "I know this is tricky, there's no right or wrong answer, but what we already did was the right thing to do. Anything else is above and beyond."

The sirens got too loud to even respond to him, and the paramedics rushed up to to take her and treat her with urgency. But no matter how quickly they worked, a few concerned neighbors still came out to ask you and Steve about what was going on.

Apparently the nice couple two doors down from her had formed a pretty close friendship, and the wife made a pretty mindless decision to get into the back of the ambulance with her with almost no second thought. It did a lot to ease your mind, especially knowing she wasn't as along as you once thought she was.

After calling her sister who also assured you that she was on her way to the hospital, you felt a lot better and decided to stay home and spend time with Steve who would be quite literally traveling through time in just a short day away.

Eventually you dragged your two feet through the front door, Steve closing it and locking it behind you as you kicked off your shoes.

"Straight to the couch, young lady. I don't want to hear any if's, and's, or butt's about it!" Steve joked.

You followed his instructions with giggle and you plopped down right before he did. It wasn't long before he had you cuddled up to him, with the fluffy blanket on top of the two of you.

Face to face, he gently pushed your hair behind your ear before letting his palm warm your cheek.

"Thank you for helping her even though you had no reason to." You spoke quietly. With barely any distance, words didn't need to travel far anyways.

"I always have a reason to. Helping is what I do best."

Non-verbally agreeing with him, you came to terms with your own thoughts. "These next few days are going to be really hard."

"They will be, I don't think there's anyway we can sugar coat that." Steve agreed. "But I believe in our ability to get through hard times together."

"There's no one else I'd rather be by my side."

"Couldn't agree more." He grinned. "Can I add two more codes to the sunflowers?"

"What do you want to add?" You asked.

"I think in case of emergency, we should do 4 blinks." He suggested gently.

"But there's not going to be an emergency." You raised an eyebrow.

"If course there isn't" Steve agreed with you, though you both knew the chance was pretty high. "And on the contrary I think one long blink should signal that I'm okay. I want you to have peace of mind and a quick way to communicate that to you whenever we need it."

"Ooh, I love that one!" You enthused, earning the sweetest smile from your favorite boy.

"I knew you would"

"What do you want to do before you leave in the morning?" You questioned, fully devoted to making him as happy and relaxed as possible.

"You." He stated smugly.

You gasped and your cheeks immediately turned pink before hiding your face into his neck. He laughed as you squealed like a teenage girl, because even after all these years his sexual comments still pulled great reactions out of you. "Naughty!... but I think we can arrange that."

"You're so cute" he giggled, now cradling the back of your head with his hand.

"I'm trying to hide that I'm blushing!"

"Well it's not so secret anymore, is it?"

You lifted your head to glare at him, and sure enough, your cheeks were painted rosy pink. "What else do you want to do?"

"This is fine by me." Steve shrugged. "Just wanna spend time with you."

"You want a breakfast burrito tomorrow morning, don't you?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I want to spend time eating breakfast burritos with you." He reiterated,

"I know how to read in between the lines, Baby." You giggled.

Besides the forefront of your mind being full of concern over Georgia, Steve, and the Avengers, the two of you managed to spend a really nice day away from the chaos.

You slipped in one phone call to make sure Georgia was okay, then the rest of your time was occupied by Steve and Steve only. Long conversations ranging from heavy topics to funny ones that made the two of you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe, to making sweet sweet love that never failed to make you feel so appreciated and your souls interconnected.

And just as important as making you feel loved during sex was to Steve, making sure you felt just as loved after the fact was arguably even higher priority for him. He never could let go of hearing all the ways you were used and manipulated in the past. All he ever wanted was to make a life for you in which you never had to even be worried about feeling that way every again.

Every single year you've been together has been a constant reminder to him that you always felt safe, loved, and the most comfortable version of yourself when he was around. But that didn't mean he would ever stop being as attentive as he could to you. And you loved to return the favor to him as well.

So after the fun came even more fairytale romantic intimacy in the form of a long, hot shower. The two of you washed each others hair, exchanged kisses, sweet words, and his strong hands even gave you a nice relaxing shoulder massage.

One thing he quickly learned is that a baker's shoulders were always tense, always over worked, and most of the time your right shoulder was hurting you. So some shoulder rubs always released mental and physical tension, and it almost always made you sleepy.

That night Steve felt a sense of accomplishment when he successfully lulled you to sleep after being convinced you wouldn't sleep a single wink until the mission was over, Georgia was no longer sick, and everyone was home safe.

But when the two of you cuddled in up in nothing more than a sports bra, some underwear, and your softest blankets, the warmth and comfort of his bare skin and sweet words sent you straight to dreamland without even processing that it was happening.

Not a single thought in your brain could keep you awake when it was full of nothing but thoughts of how much you loved him, and how lucky you were to be loved by the gentle giant.

When his big frame engulfed you like the cutest little teddy bear, your soft and even breathing always knocked him out quickly too. Though the two of you weren't quite married yet, he was a firm believer in the happy wife, happy wife notion.

You woke up the morning of his departure a lot less relaxed than you were last night, and you could tell that was the case for him too considering he was awake, yet quietly hiding away with his face shoved into your chest and the blankets pulled up to his ear.

For as long as the two of you could afford, you played with the short hair on the back of his head, squeezed him tight and peppered gentle kisses to the crown of his skull.

"Good morning, handsome." You spoke quietly, only to be responded with by him shaking his head. You laughed and gave him another kiss knowing he definitely wasn't ready to start the day.

A few more minutes of cuddles later, he finally poked his head and peaked at you through his eyelashes. "G'morning."

"Maybe if we keep sleeping you don't have to leave." You suggested, feeling the mutual dread over the lack of unknown.

"I just tried that, it didn't work." Steve pouted.

Your arms squeezed him as tight as they could for just a few seconds, and he appreciated every second of you trying to love him to death. That was until his phone ringing interrupted the peace.

He groaned in complaint while you reached over to grab it for him. "It's Tony"

"Let it go to voice mail." Steve half joked.

"You want me to send Tony Stark to voice mail?" You raised an eyebrow.

"It helps keep him humble" He rolled into his back, squinting his eyes to hide them from the harsh daylight.

You clicked the answer button and put Steve's phone to your ear. "Hello, Anthony."

"Oh, even lovelier than hearing Rogers' voice in the morning." He commented. "Where is he, by the way?"

"He's really busy right now." You joked with a smile, everyone knew it was bullshit. He was now hiding his eyes in the ditch of his elbow.

"I'm just gonna assume he's pooping. How are you? Happy to be home?"

"I'm great, but I miss you already."

Steve let out a little complaint, he couldn't believe how well you and Tony got along. He should've expected it, you got along with everyone, but there was something about Tony being able to butter you up that just really got under his skin. He poked your ribs, so you put the call on speaker phone.

"Miss you too, Sugar Cookie. I've been meaning to ask you. When are you and Rogers getting married? If he hasn't proposed yet just let me know and I'll pester him about it. I'll even pitch in for a ring, make sure it's real pretty."

"You're so inva-" Steve started.

"Helpful. Thank you." You cut him off.

"That got him here quick!" Tony noted.

"I think the wedding will be sometime next year, but I'll make sure you get a hand delivered invitation."

"Steve? Do you need some money?" Tony asked, earning a laugh from you.

"I'm more than fine, Tony. I have a big boy job." Steve denied.

"Oh! It's actually funny you bring that up because I was talking to a few of your colleagues, they were all thinking we do the whole time heist thing today instead of tomorrow. So if you want to keep your big boy job to buy that rock we were just talking about, you should probably get here like... soon-ish."

"Okay, then I'll be there soon-ish." He agreed.

"How soon is soon and how ish-y is the ish?" Tony asked.

"Well the soon part is the whole flying a jet thing, and the ish is eating a breakfast burrito and getting dressed so give me 2 hours."

"Hey sugar cookie?" Tony called your attention.

"What's up?"

"When this is all done, Team party at the bakery?"

"The doors are always open for you guys." You agreed.

"Great. See you soon. Rogers, see you soon-ish." Tony said before hanging up.

Both of you dragged yourselves out of bed to put some clothes on and eat breakfast together before sending him off.

Outside of the diner you two hovered next to his car, leaning on it, trying to selfishly take every single moment you could. He briefed you on everything that would go down, you soaked up the information, and unfortunately it was time to say goodbye.

"Remember, I'll be gone for a few hours, but for you it'll only be a few minutes. I'll let you know when I get back by holding down the sunflower, okay?"

"Okay. One long glow." You nodded. "You're going to do great, Baby. And by all means, you're fucking time traveling. Enjoy it, but be safe."

"Always." He squeezed your hands. "I've got the most important thing in the whole world right here, nothing else comes before that. Shit, even if I die and they bury me underneath a concrete slab, you best believe I'm climbing my way out and crawling my way home to you"

"First of all, don't say that. Second of all, don't even think that. Third of all, that sounds horrifying. And fourth of all, that's really sweet, thank you." You schooled him with a giggle.

"I just love you that much!" He enthused.

"I love you too." You smiled. "I'd help dig you out, by the way."

"Teamwork makes the dream work." He cupped your cheeks and gave you a kiss. "When you see that I'm back, stay home, alright? We don't know what the world is going to look like when we bring everyone back. I want you to stay safe too."

"Got it" You agreed with a nod, and one more kiss. "You still have your good luck charm?"

"That $20 was the first thing that made it to my new suit." He reassured you.

"Perfect. Go get 'em Soldier."

"Yes ma'am." He followed your orders, opening his car door. "I love you!"

"I love you more."

Upon his departure, you knew you needed to keep yourself busy. So you decided to eat your own pride and bring a bouquet of flowers to the hospital to check up on Georgia and hopefully start the mend of your broken relationship.

She was asleep when you got there, but her sister let you know she was doing well and will be home tomorrow. Not wanting to disrupt, you left the flowers then made your way back to your second home.

The bakery welcomed you in with the smell of fresh baked cookies and a warm waft of air from the ovens that felt like a big hug.

Time always flew by when you became truly focused on running the place and taking care of orders, but it was never enough to completely rid you of the knot in your stomach you were trying so hard to ignore all day long.

Before you knew it, your sunflower lit up with a big long glow as you were adding on final touches to the cake on your turn table. The last one of the day. You send him a little three glow message to acknowledge that he was back safe and that you loved him before wrapping up at the bakery and heading home like he told you too.

The sun was starting its decent as you were getting comfortable at home. You had gotten into pajamas, pulled your hair back into a ponytail, and cleaned the kitchen as you anticipated hearing all the details about Steve's day.

You wondered where exactly he had gone, what year he went to and what happened while he was there. It took a lot to hold back your desperate yearning to call him, you knew he was probably busy and exhausted from the day he had.

The calmness in your heart turned into a brick in your stomach when you got a text, and clicked the notification on your screen.

Steve: Hey baby, Danielle is on her way to our place right now. Please call me when she gets there <3

Danielle was a decorator of yours at the bakery back before the snap. She quickly became a very close friend of yours and Steve's through the years. Though she left the bakery for a corporate job, she was always there for you both when you needed her.

The knowledge of her arrival and him wanting to talk to you after made your heart thump out of your chest and your legs weaken with anxiety. You knew Steve. If there was bad news he couldn't deliver straight to your face, he would never give it to you over phone or text if he knew you were alone.

So sending a trusted and close friend over to you for support and company before laying it on you was definitely what was about to happen.

It was barely even five whole minutes before there was a gentle knock on the door, and you rushed to open if like your life depended on it.

She stood there with a sad, sympathetic look on her face. She was in sweatpants and a shirt much like you, a bag slung on her shoulder. The pout on her lips and big eyes full of dread told you that there was definitely something wrong.

"Dani, what happened?" You didn't even bother saying hello, this was way beyond that. "Steve told me he was okay. He's okay, right?

She stepped inside your house, and quickly set her bag down. "He's fine, I just talked to him. But you need to call him, he will tell you everything."

You sunk into yourself, and Danielle wrapped her arm around you. "Come on, let's get comfortable on the couch."

With hands so shaky and legs so wobbly did just that before you grabbed your phone, and called Steve. It barely even rang once before he picked up.

"Hi, Sunflower." He spoke, you could hear the bad news in his voice before he even said what happened. He sounded sad, his voice hoarse, raspy, and deeper than usual.

"Oh baby." You felt a physical pain in your chest just from him speaking two greeting words to you. It was like you could feel his pain. "What happened? I thought everything was okay?"

"The mission is okay, we got all six of the stones. We're working on getting them in the gauntlet. But, Honey..."

"No. No buts. You always tell me no buts." Your heart cracking more and more by the second.

"I know. I'm so sorry I have to tell you this but Nat, she's gone." He finally got the words out.

"What do you mean she's gone?" You needed him to clarify, pure disbelief and denial racing through your mind.

"We didn't realize the soul stone was only retrievable with a trade. A soul for a soul. She sacrificed herself. I'm so sorry." That's when the tears started. You hurt for yourself, the amount of grief that flooded over you felt immense, but mostly you hurt for Steve. Steve was in a family of four before he met you. Him, Sam, Bucky and Nat. Nat was the only one he had left and now she was gone in an instant. "I know you two were close, and I hope you know how much your friendship meant to her. You really were a light in her life especially recently when things felt so dark. She told me all the time how much she loved you."

"Can't you just go back again? Just get her?" You cried.

"I wish we could." He gently denied, his own tears flowing quietly. "This is irreversible, we would do anything to get her back if we could. You know I would."

"I'm so sorry, Honey. Are you okay?" You questioned feeling so awful for him.

"I'm devastated." He admitted, his voice shook even though he was trying to be strong. "But we still have a job to do. We can't let her have died for nothing."

Understanding the heartbreak and unfathomable amount of pressure this added to his shoulders, all you wanted to do was hug him. "I wish I could be there for you."

"This is awful." Steve cried and laughed at the same time. "I'd do anything just to be with you, yet the only thing that would make me feel worse than having you states away is having you here in the compound. I need you to be safe."

"I know, I know." You understood where he was coming from. "How's everyone handling it?"

"Everyone is upset and not it great spirits, but again, we have to keep going." Steve sighed. "It's been a really long day."

"I could only imagine." You shook your head with a sad sniffle. Half of your sadness was hearing him cry on the phone and not being able to do anything about it.

"We're going to rest up tonight, and finish this damn thing in the morning. I'll be home the very second I can be."

"Okay, but try to take care of yourself in the meantime. You can't be saving the world without saving yourself first." You reminded him.

"Are you going to be okay?" Steve asked you sympathetically.

"Obviously this is devastating, but I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"I always worry about you." He denied your claim.

"I know you do." He managed to pull a smile out of you. "But don't let that distract you from the bigger goal here."

There was a pause on his end, a sad sniffle, then a sigh. "I'm exhausted."

"It'll be over soon, Baby." You reminded him, but deep down you knew exactly what he meant.

He wasn't sleepy, his body wasn't sore and his mind was alright beyond the obvious, but there were unspoken truths about his life recently that he just couldn't get himself to verbalize.

Steve was exhausted of being Captain America.

You knew that without him even having to say it straight to your face. He told you in little ways, like how every time he left Greenwood to report to duty his feet would drag out of the house and his back would slump. When he was gone away from you, your sunflower would light up so much sometimes you were concerned that whatever was inside of it to make it glow would burn out one day. Then when he got back, the very first thing he would do after greeting you was put all of his tactical gear completely out of sight so he could get it out of his mind.

Just as secretly as he kept his longing for a life where Cap wasn't around anymore, you secretly hoped he was catching on to your subtle reassurance that there was so much more to him than the stars and strips he's worn since he was only 23 years old.

The complexities of his existence never ceased to amaze you, and much like you felt since the moment you found out the cutie next door was a superhero, his job was one of the least important qualities you found in him.

His sensitive heart, compassion, and love for life would always remain regardless of the status of a shield on his arm and a star on his chest.

You didn't need him to be strong, you just needed him to be happy.

Truly, wholly, and undeniably happy.

So when you said it would be over soon, you hoped he understood that you already knew what was to come. All you wanted was to help him make peace with what you already knew.

Steve Rogers always has been and always will be enough.

You were met with more silence. He was completely shut down, and that broke your heart even more. You knew he never used to be like this, he'd tell you all the stories from before the Civil War about how he lived his life bouncing from mission to mission, plucking off one threat at a time all while meeting and losing people along the way without a single glance at what happened behind him.

What broke your heart even more was that you knew he'd wake up tomorrow morning and put on his brave face. Not a single complaint, not a single tear, not a single speck of anything considered to be a lack of bravery would slip past him just so everyone on the team would have someone to look to.

"I miss this morning." He admitted, breaking down as a deep inner thought slipped passed his composure.

"There's going to be another morning tomorrow." You wiped tears off your cheeks, Danielle wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight."But then there will be another morning the day after tomorrow, and it'll only get a little better every day after that. You remind me of that all of the time."

"Even just hearing your voice has made me feel infinitely better."

"Call me whenever you need to, okay? Even if it's in the middle of the night I'll be here for you." You reminded him.

"Same goes to you, you know that."

"Of course I do. But you seem tired, I think you should get some well deserved rest."

As you said that, he allowed your words to be true in his mind. He did deserve rest.

"If all goes well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"It's going to be just fine, so I will see you tomorrow."

"I'll dream of you until then." Steve said, making your tears fall just a little harder because you still didn't know what you did to deserve to be loved the way he loved you. "I love you, Sunflower."

"Goodnight, Honey. I love you too."

When the line disconnected, you accepted the big hug your best friend wrapped you up in and all the way in New York Steve dug his face into his pillow, and clutched the pillow you slept on not even a full 48 hours ago to his chest.

Regardless of the distance, you both hoped that the result of tomorrow promised a better future and a long, happy life chalk full of everyone you loved.

If anyone could do that for you, and the whole universe, it was Steve Rogers. He was more than enough.

Next: Endgame

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 1 year ago

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I made that fic request post forever ago and I feel so bad I'm just now getting to these but @fontodue I hope you enjoy

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Sniper had been called away on a mission and would be gone for over a week. Heavy and Medic decided to go to a lodge a bit up north for the weekend. Engineer, Soldier, Demoman, and Pyro all took a roadtrip to go check out some sort of oddities shop that had opened the next town over and decided to make a weekend trip of it as well. The base was quiet.

"Yo, Spy!"

Mostly.

Spy and Scout were the only two left on the base. And while the calm, quiet, serene bliss of having a relatively empty base was almost heaven for Spy, it was torture - he discovered - for Scout. He'd come to find out that living with seven older brothers only to move to a base with 8 other mercenaries meant he didn't know what quiet really meant or how to appreciate it. But he'd been patient with Scout's annoyingly constant seeking him out. He knew it was only because he was lonely.

And so when he did it again while Spy was laying on the couch in the rec room, enjoying the silence with his eyes shut, he didn't even so much as let out a sigh. He simply moved his arm off his face to look up at him leaning over the back of the couch. "Yes?"

"Okay, good, you're awake. So, I had an idea. Since everyone else is kinda off doin' their thing.. I was thinkin.. ya know.. maybe you and I could head to town in that fancy car 'a yours and pick up chicks at the bar."

"Scout-"

"I know what you're thinkin', and I know. Regular bar chicks ain't your thing, you like fancy ladies. But, and hear me out, I've got a plan."

"Scout-"

"Spy, come on, just trust me with this, please! I'm tellin' you, this idea is foolproof!"

"I am fairly certain in order for a plan to not be foolproof, a fool could not have come up with it."

"Well thankfully there ain't one here today, so come on!" He grabbed Spy and pulled him up to his feet, leading him back to his room. "So here's my plan. We need to stand out, right? If we can get all eyes on us, then we have their attention and we can pick whoever we want at that point." He opened his bedroom door, leaving Spy standing outside it as he stepped in and talked loudly through it. "I went through everything I've got.. and maybe some'a everyone else's stuff, don't tell them. And I think I've put together the best outfit!"

Spy leaned back against the wall opposite to the door, staring at it with an eyebrow raised. He folded his arms over his chest and waited for whatever this horrible display was about to be. And upon its reveal, he..

..well, it took every atom in his body to not move a single muscle in his face, for starters.

Spy stood there, bewildered as his eyes roamed over him. He'd found one of Demoman's kilts. One of Sniper's hats. And what he can only assume is one of Medic's dressier shirts he wears when he and Heavy go out for their weekly dinner dates. None of it matched. Or fit, for that matter. But his eyes darted up to Scout's face and the hopeful look in his eye knocked him out of his stupor.

He cleared his throat and reached up to fix his own waistcoat as he moved away from the wall. "Well, ah.. it is something, I shall give it that. And I can tell you.. chose things wisely." He moved around to look in at the clothing pile on his bed. And then back at Scout again. And then at the clothes, thinking long and hard before turning to him once more with a smile. "How about we move all of this to the recreational room and.. go through it together? I can think of a few.. adjustments we could make to this, oui?"

There was a sparkle in Scout's eye as he ran in to gather all of it in his arms and rush out to head down the hall. Spy followed him, bending down to pick up each article of clothing that falls like a breadcrumb trail behind him.

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Medic huffed as he opened the door, folding his arms and looking at Heavy. "I still can't believe it. Snowed in!"

"It was lodge, Doktor.. it should have snow."

"But we're in the middle of a desert, it was a desert lodge! How could it be snowed in?"

Heavy chuckled as he moved past him, stepping into the rec room and pausing at the sight. He felt Medic bump into his back before moving around him to see as well.

Scout and Spy sat on the floor, two bottles of wine - one clearly empty - and a mountain of clothes sitting beside them. Both dressed in mismatched outfits and laughing with each other. Spy was the one who noticed them finally when bringing his glass up to take a drink. He paused, looking at the mess and then back at them. "We.. were not expecting anyone to return so soon."

Medic only squinted. "..Spy, are you wearing my pants?"

Scout, already drunk, snickered and then leaned over to wrap his arm around Spy's shoulders. "Yeah, he's showin' me how to, uh.. what were we doin' with all this again?"

Spy looked over at him. "You tried wearing Demoman's kilt to a bar and I was not about to let you do that."

Scout pointed at Spy, looking to Medic. "Yeah, that!"

Medic only sighed, looking between the two. His question wasn't answered, and he only had even more questions now, but he was still too upset with not having a lodge for the weekend to care. Shaking his head, he turned to head to the bedrooms, Heavy following behind him. "You two are doing laundry for a week if you spill wine on anything."

Spy waited for them to leave before turning to Scout and grinning. "Do you think we should tell them we used his shirt to mop up the wine we spilled on the floor?"

"Well, in our defense, we didn't spill it ON his shirt."

The two laughed harder into the rest of the night, plans of going out to drink long since forgotten.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #dad spy #heavymedic #bootleg jerma #kuschelbar #hello NURSE #handsome rogue #bird dads #dan writes tf2

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sydsaint · 9 months ago

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Hello fellow writer, I was wondering if you could prompt 9. on the random dialogue with MJF. No pressure. Hope your doing well, Love you♥

Love you too, bestie <3 So have some good ol' angst.

Summary: The reader is Wardlow's younger sister who can't seem to stay away from Max. Despite his jaded history with her brother. And Max can't seem to bring himself to hate the reader the way he knows he should.

"Why'd you even come if all you're going to do is complain?" Wardlow narrows his eyes down at you as you walk through the parking lot with him.

"It's not my fault that I messed up my knee." You frown. "And what do you expect me to do? Sit at the hotel alone and waste away?" You add dramatically.

Wardlow huffs and rolls his eyes at you. You hobble after him, your knee brace impairing your movement slightly. The two of you make it into the building and you head for the women's locker room to catch up with some friends while Wardlow heads for the Undisputed Kingdom locker room.

You are making your way to down to visit Skye and Julia before they're in action later when you happen to run into Max hanging around backstage despite his own leg injury.

"Max, hey." You offer the former champion a small wave.

"YN?" Max looks up from his phone with a surprised expression. "I thought you were out on injury after that ladder match with Red Velvet?" He asks you.

You nod and point to the brace on your knee. "I am. But since I am unfortunately associated with my brother's new group with Adam I've got to travel for promos and shows." Yo explain. "Hey, I'm sorry about all that by the way." You add.

Max narrows his eyes at you, skeptical of your sympathetic smile. Anyone associated with Undisputed Kingdom can't be trusted in his eyes. Not even Wardlow's cheerful sister.

"Yeah, whatever." Max grumbles out a reply and turns away from you.

"Again, sorry." You cough and take the hint. "Take care, Max." You add before you continue on your journey to find Julia and Skye.

Max turns back around when he hears you walk off. He watches you hobble off down the hall and a small part of him feels guilty for snapping at you like that. You've always been nothing but polite when it comes to Max. Even after he stabbed Wardlow in the back, you somehow remained civil with him. And it drives Max nuts. Why can't you be angry with him? Why don't you seem to hate him like everyone else does?

You make it to the women's locker room and find Julia and Skye hanging around. Both girls greet you with hugs and you sit and chat with them.

"So, how are you and Dante?" You ask Skye. "And you and Lee, Julia?" You ask her as well.

"We're good right now." Skye smiles to herself.

Julia matches Skye's smile and nods. "Yeah, us too." She agrees.

"Right. Good." You offer them both a smile. "And I'm stuck being single and injured." You joke. "Yay me!"

"Awe, sorry, YN." Skye frowns and hugs you.

You hug Skye and shrug it off, reminding her that you were just joking. Julia lists off a new names of single guys on the roster that you might be into. But none of them seem to catch your attention.

"Maybe she should try and get with Max." Skye jokes with a snort.

"Yeah right!" Julia laughs with her. "YN hates Max. Right, YN?" She looks to you for an answer.

You bite the inside of your cheek when Julia and Skye both look at you. "Well...I don't know about hate." You admit sheepishly. "I used to kind of have a crush on him back when Wardlow was first hanging out with him." You explain.

"Yeah, but that was forever ago." Julia replies. "Really, YN? After all the crap he pulled with your brother?" She asks you. "And you don't hate the guys guts?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess I don't. Yeah, I'd like too hate him I guess. But I just don't think it's worth the effort. Not that it matters anyway." You add. "Pretty sure that Max hates my guts so." You shrug.

Julia and Skye both nod and the subject changes to something else. You catch up with the girls for a while before you decide to head out and catch up with your brother. Even if that means putting yourself in the crosshairs of Matt Taven and his ridiculous attempts to hit on you.

You make your way through the backstage area and run into Jay White and the Gunn brothers. Jay doesn't pay much attention to you. But the Gunn brothers immediately lock onto you as easy prey and saunter over.

"YN! What's going on pretty lady?" Austin steps up to the plate first and takes a swing at you. "Where are you headed looking that pretty all alone?" He asks you.

"To find my brother." You reply dryly. "You know, my brother? Wardlow?" You remind him of your relation. "Tosses losers like you around in the ring for a living?"

Austin scoffs and it's Colten's turn to take a swing. "Awe, come on, YN. You don't have to be like that." He grins at you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Normally you'd have your brother here to start tossing bodies around. But this time around not only is Wardlow not here to play protective older brother, but you're playing with one good leg.

"Come on guys, I'm really not in the mood." You plead with the brothers to just leave you alone. But you should know better.

"Why don't you come hang with us for a while, baby?" Austin suggests. "We could use some arm candy for the night. Right, Jay?" He turns to Jay watching this whole spectacle from a few feet away.

Jay grins and shrugs. "Well, she is pretty to look at, ain't she?" He chuckles.

You find yourself trapped and without many options for escape when suddenly someone comes up from behind Austin and shoves him hard into Colten. You take a step back and watch Max of all people shove the brothers to the floor and start kicking, despite his known leg injury.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Max stops his assault for a second to look up at you. "Get out of here!" He shoos you away.

You nod and take off to find Wardlow. You find your brother in the Undisputed Kingdom locker room and explain the situation with the Gunn kids and Jay. Furious, Wardlow rallies the troops and takes off to find the idiots. You intentionally leave out the part with Max coming to your rescue and head off to find him.

"Max? Hey, can we talk?" You find Max a few minutes later loitering around backstage again.

"YN? What are you doing back here again?" Max stares at you.

You flinch at Max's harsh words but you know that you've got to thank him. It's the right thing to do, after all. Even if he doesn't want to hear it.

"Look, I know that you don't want anything to do with me." You sigh. "But I don't care. I had to say thank you for helping with the Gunn kids, okay?" You explain. "You know? Everyone here loves to think of you as some evil person that only cares about himself, right? And yeah, you might have one hell of a damn ego, Max. But you aren't evil. I know that. And deep down, you know it as well."

Max's eyes widen at your outburst. He stares at you in silence as you fire off a long-winded speech about how somehow, you don't hate him.

"And yeah, I know that you probably hate me. You've got every right to do so. But I don't hate you, okay? I should. And maybe a part of me wants to. But I don't." You finish up your speech and go to hobble off back to the locker room.

You take about two steps away from Max before he grabs your arm and whirls you back around to face him. "Fuck, YN." Max holds both your arms. "I hate how impossible you make it to hate you." He confesses. "I don't hate you either, you know?" He takes a chance and pulls you into him for a hug. "And you're welcome for Gunn's kids by the way. Even though I'm sure Wardlow is doing a much better job at kicking their ass's right now."

You hug Max back tightly and nod. Once you've felt like the hug has lasted long enough you let go and take a step back. "You know, in another scenario we would have made a good couple." You joke. "But I guess it's too late for us now, huh?" You ask him.

"Awe, don't count me out yet, sweetheart." Max grins and lifts your chin playfully with a finger. "I've been known for making decisions that get my ass beat all my life."

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xer-melody · 2 years ago

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A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 2

Wednesday Addams x male!witch!reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warning: Passing out, my god awful music taste at the beginning of every fic

Words: 1,338

Summary: Wednesday has a vision in your room, once she wakes up she realizes that she needs to have a little conversation with her roommate.

(A/n: This was originally longer but I split it in half so it didn’t seem too chaotic or feel like an information overload.)

This was all kinds of strange. You figured Wednesday was psychic, she lived in Ophelia hall after all, but you really didn't expect her to suddenly have a vision in your room (as though you hadn't passed out in hers). The moment you saw her knees buckle you leaped after her, catching her a moment before she hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your chest as you picked her up. Carrying and dropping her down on your bed, just as she’d done you.

She’ll wake up when the vision is over, or at least she should. You watched her for a second, then with a sigh, walked over to your desk again, pulling out a second teacup for her from one of the drawers. You set it down and filled it with the same tea you'd been drinking.

She woke up 6 minutes later, you wouldn't even have noticed with how quiet she was, if it weren't for you seeing her sit up stiffly out of the corner of your eye, she probably would have scared the shit out of you.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing the teacup from before and walking over to her, “You passed out a little bit.”

She looked up at you, completely unamused, then took the teacup from your hands, seemingly unaffected by the heat coming from the streaming cup.

“What's in it?”

“Ash-leaved willow and a bit of doremaze.”

She hummed before taking a sip.

“Shame, I would have enjoyed a bit of belladonna.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I’m not taking those murder charges..”

“Not necessarily, I've developed immunity to them, one or two wouldn't hurt me”

She finished her tea and stood, handing you the cup.

“I'll remember that next time..”

She didn't say a word as she walked past you, but you swear you could see her watching you from the corner of her eye as she passed.

She hesitated to touch the doorknob again, but she did, and nothing happened.

“Thank you, y/n, we should do this again..”

And then she was gone.

Wednesday walked into her dorm, a rain cloud practically visible above her head, more so than usual.

Enid, who was sitting on her bed with Thing, looked up with a smile, then noticed Wednesday’s decrepit demeanor and her face dropped to one of concern.

“Wednesday, what's wrong?”

Hopping up, Enid walked over to Wednesday and dragged her over to her bed, making her sit down on the flurry of brightly colored blankets and pillows.

“You are self-proclaimed my best friend, right?”

Enid had to stop herself from smiling.

“Yes,” she said, but it came out with the slightest of squeals.

“And that means if I confide in you, you aren't allowed to tell anyone?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

“Good, I need your advice on something.”

That's a first, but after Enid called her out a few weeks ago Wednesday has been acting more ‘friendly’ (in her own way).

“I was returning Y/n’s tie when I had a vision. It was… different from my other ones. So far they've all been about the murders, but this one wasn't.”

She stopped, an expression that Enid had learned to read as frustration on Wednesday's face.

“Oh..good different or bad different?”

Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment.

“I don't know.”

The vision was strikingly similar to real life. The same mild afternoon light shining through your window, the same overt silence that enveloped your room, the same two tea cups sitting on your desk. The only difference, which became so unmistakably clear to her, was you.

You weren't standing by the bed as you were when she attempted to leave, you weren't dressed in the school uniform, and you weren't holding onto a bloodied tie.

No, now you were standing barely a foot away from her, you wore a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a tired look on your face you arns wrapped loosely around her.

She turned away from you, taking a moment to think. You took that moment to lower yourself to lay your head on hers.

“No class today..” you mumbled in a slightly grumbly voice, your tiredness still evident in it, “..stay with me.”

Wednesday doesn't get flustered, it doesn't happen, but your words and proximity made her feel something akin to it. She pushed down this new feeling, instead she tried to focus on what this meant, she wouldn't be being shown this if it wasn't important in some way.

You pull her back, closer to you, and her hand slips from the doorknob.

She didn't move when you pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then onto her cheek. Her little, black heart almost skipped a beat at the display. Almost instinctively, her hands found yours and you intertwined them.

After being silent for an inappropriate amount of time, she answered you.

“Fine..”

She could practically feel you beaming. Unexpectedly, your arms tightened around her waist and her feet were off the ground a second later.

Wednesday didn't like being carried, but this felt…fine.

A minute later you were both sitting on your bed together, you’d become occupied with a spell book, and the book she held, the book you'd handed her, was a murder mystery novel from the 1800s. She'd heard of it before, but it was a rare book, having been burned for its crudeness and blatant anti-authoritarian themes, and she had never been able to get her hands on it.

Now, well, in the future, she had it, and based on the distinctive black book mark sticking out of the top, she’s already read most of it.

She opens the first page, and there's a little white card inside with dark writing on it.

‘Te Amo - Y/n’

She glanced up at you, still reading your own book, and something that should have been obvious from the start finally sunk in. You were… dating, you and her, for how long she doesn’t know but if you're finding rare books and telling her that you love her, it must have been for a while.

She couldn’t help but admit to herself how nice this would be. A calm day in with the person who, apparently, loves her.

She didn’t consider herself a romantic person, she didn’t usually enjoy the concept of being in a relationship. But this felt comfortable in a way that made her want to recoil from this vision entirely. Glancing down at the book, then back at you, she opened her mouth to say something, anything-

And then she woke up.

Almost in the exact same place as where she just was. Forcing herself to sit up she look across the room and saw you, and you saw her two, bringing a steaming tea cup over with a small smile and a joke. A short conversation later she left. Even though, deep down, she wanted to stay just a bit longer.

And now Enid sat in front of her, mouth agape but the edges of her lips curled into a smile.

“Wednesday!” she squealed.

Her love-obsessed roommate hugged her, squeezing her in her excited embrace.

When Wednesday was able to pull back she said, “I feel like I'm going to throw up..”

“You're just nervous. I mean, most people don't get to see a future where they have a loving boyfriend.”

Wednesday scowled, “He's not my boyfriend, it was just a vision, doesn't mean it will come true.”

Enid gave her a look.

“Do you want it to come true? I mean he's cute, and he's a witch and that seems right up your alley.” she said with a smile, “Aww, you two can have little seance dates and summon the dead together, how cute!”

Despite how nice a seance sounded, Wednesday shrugged her off.

“I have work to do,” she stood from Enid’s bed, but turned to face her for a second, “you tell anyone about this, and I'll sew your mouth shut.”

Enid just grinned at her.

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lizzieislife94x · 11 months ago

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First Love (w.m)

Requested<3

Wanda x G!P reader

Both legal age 19 in high school

AOU era for wanda so if your picturing wanda picture that era 😊🤷🏼‍♀️

Requestes are very much open message me if you want something all feedback is welcome

Y/ns POV:

"Do we REALLYY need to go to the game I don't want to watch a cocky Tony Stark running around thinking he's the man for scoring a few touchdowns" I pout to my best friend Amy as she laughs at me I'm trying my best to pretend I don't wanna go but I secretly do I've been seeing the head cheerleader Wanda Maximoff she's so fucking beautiful but no one can know I have an image to up hold if people around the school see me with her being all loved up they'll think I'm soft I didn't get the title of the schools bad girl over night I worked to build it but wanda is an absolute sweetheart she's the good girl around these halls well so everyone thinks trust me I've seen her being naughty and I've heard the language that slips past her mouth when we manage to get somewhere alone but in everyone else's eyes she's the good girl I'm the bad girl.

"Hello y/n" I'm snapped out my thoughts by Amy gently shaking me looking at me concerned "are you ok your where somewhere else" I cough and shake myself snapping back to reality "yeah I'm all good sorry just zoned out what where you saying" I give her my undivided attention "yeah I was saying you're coming to the game tonight if you like it or not I'll drag you there" I laugh and throw my hands up in surrender Amy is one of the few people I like in this place I'm never mean to her she's actually my best friend "you win you win ill go" I pretend giving her the victory "ok pick me up at 5pm that's enough time to get home and change " I smile as we say our goodbyes as I walk over to my pride and joy my motorcycle my precious baby I put my helmet on and climb on putting the keys in and starting her up I quickly look left and right and spot wanda as she spots me and I nod and wave without being seen by anyone as I can guess she blushes and waves as I drive off towards my house it takes me roughly 25 minutes to drive home as I park I run inside and go to my bedroom to get some black ripped jeans and an over sized hoodie to match after I get ready I goto the kitchen and make a quick ham sandwich I eat it and grab my phone and keys and head towards the door but stop myself I quickly shoot wandaa text

Me: Hey I can't wait to see you do your thing tonight I had to pretend I didn't want to come tonight to Amy but I think she bought it

Wanda: Oh my god 😂 least she doesn't suspect anything I can't wait to see you tonight I miss you y/n after the game meet me in the maths class

I smile like an idiot as I gently bite my lip before I send another text

Me: I know ! I miss you too wanda and you got it babe see you in maths after the game

I walk out and head to my bike as I put my helmet on and drive towards Amy's house as I pull up and I grab my phone.

Me: I'm outside get yo ass out here bitch

I put my phone away and wait a few minutes before she appears "well you took your time dickhead" I laugh as she hits my shoulder playfully "shut up let's go" she puts on the spare helmet and climbs on holding onto my waist as I drive towards the school it takes us 15 minutes to arrive and leaves us 10 minutes to get to our seats as we find out seats and get comfortable my eyes look for wanda and instantly land on her making me smile as if she can feel me she locks eyes with me and smiles as I mouth "you got this babe" she bites her lip and nods I honestly want the game to start so it can end I'm not here to watch the men run around I'm here to watch the good girl my good girl that owns my heart do her thing.

After the game I whisper to Amy "ill meet you outside in an hour I have something I need to do" she doesn't question me she just nods in agreement as I make my way to the math class room making sure no one sees me as I arrive my smile is beaming "hey baby, fuck I've missed you" I say walking towards wanda grabbing her waist pulling her in for a kiss which she happily returns as her tounge roams my mouth I savour the feeling, once air becomes a problem I break away and rest my head on hers "I've missed you too y/n" I look into her eyes for a second "we don't have long baby and I need you now" she whimpers making me giggle as I let my hands rub her ass "I have the place to myself this weekend do you wanna spend it with me we can actually spend some proper days together" I say as she beams me a smile "I'd love to y/n" I smirk and push her against the desk as I start to kiss her neck earning precious moans from the redhead I feel her hand rub my crotch and moan against her neck "fuck wanda" I moan gently as she continues to rub my groaning member "I need you inside me y/n I've missed having you inside me I feel so empty when your not inside me" I bite my lip and smirk at her begging as I pull her panties off in a quick motion earning a surprised gasp making me giggle I quickly bend her over the desk and run my hand down her body admiring her as she spreads her legs I quickly push my ripped jeans and boxers down as I grab my dick and rub it through her dripping cunt lubing my cock with her juices "yes fuck y/n" she moans gripping the desk as I slowly slide myself into her waiting cunt "fuck wanda no matter how many times I fuck you you're always so fucking tight" I groan as I thrust hard bottoming out inside her "uhhhh shit don't stop uhhhh" I smirk as I run my hand round to massage her tits over her top as I start to thrust harder and faster both of us moaning messes the sound of skin slapping would easily be heard by anyone walking past "this pussy belongs to me, say it "

I growl into her ear as she whimpers beneath me the sounds of her soaking pussy only turning me on more "fuck y/n you own me you own my pussy its all yours no one elses baby" I lift her legs allowing me to get deeper as I fuck her harder feeling her walls gripping my cock, I increased my thrusts and look down as she creams all over my cock "fuckkk fucckk fuckkk baby I can't oh fuck" she screams making me smirk "fuck wanda I'm gonna cum but I don't have a condom on" I say with my eyes closed as my release fast approaches rushing towards me "pull out quickly " I instantly listen and pull out as she sinks to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth making me moan as my head rolls back making me grip her hair "shit just like that wanda it's coming" she tries to say something but fails sending vibrations up my dick causing me to crash over the edge I moan loudly as I feel my cum shoot down her throat after a few seconds she stands up and pulls me into a kiss "I have to go but I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby getting to wake up to your beautiful face" she says as she walks backwards towards the door as I fix my jeans and boxers "me too ill see you Friday after school beautiful " and just like that she's gone, fuck I'm so inlove with this chick this is gonna hurt, I shake my head and laugh to myself as I go to the front of the school and see Amy waiting for me we both get onto the bike and I start the drive to her house to take her home then make the short drive to my house.

AN: this was a request I hope you like it requests are open I do them almost right away hahaha stay hydrated people hope everyone has a good day/ night word count is 1.5k

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rodolfoparras · 5 months ago

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Just thought of this, too lazy to make a fic so why not send it to a price lover??

Kissing Old man!Price so close to his lips but not quite.

As am older man reaching his 50s, over his prime to get a partner, he's resigned to just strictly work.. until reader comes in. Strictly professionally at first, but then, he gets a papercut looking over some information.

Nothing serious, so he cleans it and slaps a bandaid on.

The next morning at mess hall, reader sees it. The interaction goes similar to this:

Reader: "hurt yourself, cap?"

Price: "oh, no, jus' a papercut. No worries sergeant."

Reader: "awh, want me to kiss it better?"

Price: "..sure. go right ahead."

Reader slowly took his hand in his, lifting it up to his lips and giving it a sweet kiss before lifting it down.

Reader: "all good?"

Price: at an absolute loss for words "I..."

Reader: finger guns "catch ya later, cap'n."

He didn't actually think you were serious. But.. it felt great. God who was he kidding, it was amazing. Later that day, he pulled soap to the side.

Price: "Soap."

Soap: "ya cap?"

This was so ridiculous. There's no way you'll kiss him again.

Price: deep sigh "I need you to punch me in the mouth."

Soap blinked, utterly confused.

Price: "please soap, just do this for me."

Soap swallowed dryly.

Soap: "well.. if you insist."

Later he walked to you as you were making a cuppa, seeing an injured price. You looked at him for a solid second in surprise, scanning over his forming bruises on his lip.

Price: "need you to kiss it better, sergeant. If you don't mind."

He tried to say with authority, but all he sounded like was a bashful teenager. You smiled, chuckling slightly. You put a hand to his cheek, coarse beard hairs under your fingers and palm. You pulled him closer, your hand navigating to the back of his head and luring him in with your hypnotizing eyes and sweet smile. But however.. you didn't kiss him on his lips. No, just on the bruises, a hair away from his lips.

It drove him mad.

All week after that, he kept finding ways hurt himself on the mouth, never quite getting on his lips. He groaned in frustration, your kisses never hitting the correct spot. It was too much. He couldn't wait, and he also couldn't keep paying soap to punch him in the face. It started to hurt, and not only his bank account.

He had gotten the idea just to ask. It was too insanity inducing to wait for you to kiss him correctly. He had to take matters into his own hands.

One day, he requested you in his office.

Reader: "yes, sir?"

Price: "shut the door behind you sergeant."

You complied.

Reader: "what's going on? More information?"

Price took a deep breath, trying to soothe his thumping heart. It would be better to just get to the point, trying to ignore the hotness on his cheeks. You smirked, watching his face dust with a pretty light pink.

Reader: "cap, I think I know what you need."

You walked around the desk, leaning your face into his.

Reader: "you've got an aching for me, don't you cap? I bet I can make it all better..."

You whispered, taking your hand behind to feel his hair on the back of his head. It was soft like cat's fur. Price pulled you in, your lips locking together. It quickly became heated in the room, both of your faces reciving the heat from the other's soft breath. Your hand tugged at his beard, the kiss becoming more and more desperate. You both pulled away after about a minute, price whining.

(This next part is NSFW so I wanted to warn you ‼️)

Price: "(reader)..."

Reader: "yes cap?"

Price unbuckled his belt, his pants sagging ever so slightly in his chair.

Price: "I've got an aching down 'ere."

You smiled devilishly, your eyes becoming hungry as your strict and professional captain became weak at just your lips locking with his.

Reader: "want me to kiss it better?"

Price: "please."

Reader: "yes sir."

- 🎻 anon

SUGAR BEE I AM SCREAMINF

old man price who hates when someone dots on him turning into an absolute softey whenever you check on him going from subtly waiting for you to ask him if he’s okay to straight up complaining to you about his recent injure and sure it makes him sound like a whiny kid and he’s way to be old to be acting in such way but if it gets your attention then does it really matter? Price who huffs and puffs whenever you miss out on the fact that he’s hurt goes quiet all day and you’re confused as ever until you ask him about his recent injury and he absolutely lights up silently laughing at how he brags that he didn’t bother to patch himself up ALSO THE LASY PAERT HELLO?:?; I WILL KISS WHEECR HE WANTS ME TO KISS

#alec answers #🎻 anon

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howlingday · 3 months ago

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Persemblance

1 / 2 / (3) / 4

So, you decided to watch the midnight channel.

Blake: Guess who's wearing her kitty panties~!

Neptune: (Via scroll) DUUUUUUUUUUUDE~!.

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Coal's & Son's

Neptune: Yo! I got some stuff out of my closet~!

PFFFT!

Neptune: Guess what's better than a rake~!

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Vasilias Residence

Neptune: DAAAD! WHERE DO WE KEEP THE RAILGUNS?!

Papa Vasilias: HALL CLOSET!

Neptune: OKAY, COOL!

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Neptune: Hey, everyone! I LOVE RAILGUNS~!

Police: ...

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I WILL NOT WAVE RAILGUNS AROUND IN A FOOD COURT. I WILL NOT WAVE RAILGUNS AROUND IN A FOOD COURT. I WILL NOT WAVE RAILGUNS AROUND IN A FOOD COURT. I WILL NOT WAVE RAILGUNS AROUND IN A FOOD COURT. I WILL NOT MAKE FRIENDS WITH GANGSTERS. I WILL NOT MAKE FRIENDS WITH GANGSTERS. I WILL NOT MAKE FRIENDS WITH GANGSTERS. I WILL NOT MAKE FRIENDS WITH GANGSTERS.

Qrow: (Sips coffee)

Neptune: (Muttering) Lame ass railguns...

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Neptune: Okay, so, apparently, bringing a weapon into a food court is against the law now...

Clover: Speaking of against the law, WHO WANTS TO TALK ABOUT MURDERS~?!

Clover: Don't tell anyone I said this, buuut Blake Belladonna missing and we kiiinda think she's the killer.

Neptune: Huh?!

Clover: Yeah, and-

Qrow: (Dynamic Entry!)

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Then, at a weapon's shop...

Neptune: Wow, Yang! Glad you know about a place like this! Now we just need to figure out a way to get into Coal's without getting arrested.

Yang: Hey! No one will notice if we hide them under our uniforms!

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CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

Yang: Whoa~! It's a castle!

Somewhat: It might be dangerous in there, so we'll need to be carefu-

Yang: HERE I GOOOOOO~!

Somewhat: Wait, what?

Neptune: OH, WHAT THE HELL, YANG?!

?Blake?: (Sighs) Yang is the best friend ever~!

Yang: Blake?!

?Yang?: Oh, I'm sorry! Was that Blake just now?

Yang: Huh?

?Yang?: I dunno! I don't speak SKANKY WHORE.

Neptune: (Eating popcorn)

Somewhat: (Eating popcorn)

Yang: Wh-What?! That's not how I think of her at all!

?Yang?: Yeah, whatever! Terrible friend...

Yang: NO! YOU'RE NOT ME!

DOMINATRIX BIKER GIIIRL~! GARU! Then Yang got a persona.

Yang: Neat~! Okay! Let's go save Blake!

Yang: YAAA- (Falls over)

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Qrow: So, when can I expect an explanation for why you and some kid from school had swords at the food court today?

Qrow: I mean, I AM a detective and we ARE investigating a MURDER right now-

Ruby: Uncle Qrow, are you two fighting?

Qrow: Ruby-

Ruby: UNCLE QROW, WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING?! STOP FIGHTING! STOP FIGHTING! YOU PROMISED YOU'D STOP FIGHTING!

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Goodwitch: Hello, this is Glynda. You know, the really pissed off looking woman who hangs with Ozpin.

Oh, okay. You wondered how she got your scroll-

Goodwitch: Okay, I know your friend is going to die in a few days, but you really need to join a sports club, so get on that.

CLICK!

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Okay! It's sportsclub time! There's basketball and soccer! Let's check them out!

Marrow: Hey! I'm Marrow Amin! You know what I like? Balls.

Marrow: I LOOOVE THEM BALLS~!

Marrow: You need me to throw balls at you guys? 'Cause I've got all kinds of balls~!

???: Dude, you gotta stop polishing those balls!

Marrow: I CAN'T STOP, MAN! THESE BALLS ARE ON FIRE! RAAAGH!

You decided not to join a sports club.

Marrow: Hey, wait, come back~!

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SOCIAL LINK GO!

Neptune: (Chewing) Dude, this steak is awesome.

RANK UP!

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HEY! You're not done! Go join a culture club! You decided to check out the band first.

Velvet: Who wants to help me overcome my SELF-ESTEEM ISSUES?!

You decided to join drama.

Velvet: NOOOO~! SENPAAAI~!

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Okay, enough screwing around! Let's go save Blake!

Neptune/Somewhat/Yang: YAAAY~!

?Blake?: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH

Yang: There she is! I wonder what deep, dark secrets Blake's been hiding from us all this time...

?Blake?: I don't like being forced to inherit my family's business~.

Blake: NOOO! HOW DARE YOU! YOU'RE NOT ME!

IT'S SYMBOLIC~!

Grimm Blake: CA-CAAAW!

BUFU!

Grimm Blake: SHIT!

Yang: (Hugging Blake, Sobbing) I'M SO SORRY, BLAKE~!

Blake: (Hugging Yang, Sobbing) I LOVE YOU, YANG~!

Blake has obtained the person, Bumba- Bamble- FUCK IT.

Somewhat: Now who wants to get naked~?

Neptune: Okay, guys, let's head back so Blake can get some rest.

Yang: Yeah~!

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Qrow: Ruby, I'm home!

Ruby: !!!

Qrow: And I brought this strange man from work with me!

Ruby: ...

Clover: So I heard somebody wanted to talk about MURDERS~! Because don't tell anyone I said this, buuut-

Qrow: (Backhands)

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You met all your friends after school to discuss Blake's kidnapping.

Yang: Blake, do you remember anything about when you were kidnapped?

Blake: No.

RANK UP!

Neptune: Now let's celebrate by eating other people's food!

Neptune: CHOMP!

Yang: WHAT-

Neptune: Shut up! I'm buying you steak!

Blake: M... My... fried... to... fu...

Neptune: Uh, Blake?

Blake: My fried tofu... My fried tofu! My fried tofu! MY FRIED TOFU! MY FRIED TOFU!

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Somewhat: Blake-chwan~! I made you these glasses!

Blake: I'm still mad.

Blake: (Puts on glasses) PFFFFHAHAHAHA! YOU ALL LOOK SO RIDICULOUS! THESE ARE THE BEST GLASSES EVER! YANG, YOU HAVE TO WEAR THESE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

... Shut up. It's an endearing character trait.

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Qrow: So, uh, I might be able to get the weekend off.

Ruby: (Gasps) Does this mean we can go on a trip?!

Qrow: Anywhere you want, kiddo!

Ruby: YAAAY~! THIS TRIP IS GONNA BE THE BEST EVER AND I'M GONNA PACK UP ALL MY STUFF AND WE'RE GONNA GO TO THE BEACH AND LOOK AT CRABS AND GO SWIMMING AND I'M SO EXCITED THAT WE'RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN AND-

RIIING~!

Ruby: Oh, that must be Uncle Qrow! (Answers) Hello, Uncle Qrow?

Ruby: ...Mhm?

Ruby: ...

Ruby: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~! (Slam)

Qrow: Hey, uh, you know how I said we were gonna go on a trip for the weekend? Uh... J-Just kidding~!

Qrow: (Throbbing music behind him) It's, uh... official police business. Can't talk about it.

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Neptune: Hey, don't take it so hard, Ruby!

Neptune: IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR MOM IS DEAD OR ANYTHING!

Ruby: WHA?!

Neptune: So, who wants soda?

Blake: Ha ha~!

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Hey, you wanna hang out at the train station? Whoops! The train station actually sucks. Now check out this sweet dog!

Zwei: (Barks)

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Qrow: Happy Children's Day, Ruby~! Here, I got you something~!

Ruby: !!!

Ruby: (Holds up baby boy clothes) Oooh, a t-shirt! (Holding in tears) W-Wow, look at the f-funny design! Ha ha ha ha! Y-Yay!

Qrow: You like it? I got it on sale!

Qrow: I got you something, too!

Opening the bag, you find a very small speedo with the words "Cute Pie" on one side.

Qrow: (Gives thumbs up)

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Yang: Hey, Neptune, exams are coming up!

Neptune: Aw, maaan~! Hey, Blake, maybe we could study togeth- URGH!

Blake: (Recovers fist from hitting his face) Oh, I'm sorry! You meant studying, weren't you? I had no idea!

Neptune: Why...

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Mid-Terms start today! Did you study hard? What number comes after 2? a. 1 b. 5 c. 10 d. 3

Neptune: (Thinking) CRAPCRAPCRAP CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP

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SOCIAL LINK GO! Happy drama funtime!

???: Your mom is in the hospital.

Whitley: AAAAAAAAH! I HATE MY DAAAD!

And then going to drama got REALLY awkward.

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TV: Tonight! Biker gangs! In YOUR neighborhood!.

Ruby: Yaaay~!

Cardin: GET BENT GET BENT GET BENT

Qrow: Hey, that's Cardin Winchester. He should be in school.

Sounds like your next party member! You should watch the Midnight Channel.

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Neptune: Okay, let's discuss what we saw on the midnight channel-

Blake: HA HA HA HA YANG YOU ARE SOOO FUNNY HEE HEE HEE!

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You watched again while eating Ruby's science homework.

Cardin: (Appears on screen)

Neptune: (Via scroll) Hey, do you have any idea who that was just now because I-

"It's Cardin, you idiot."

Neptune: Oh. By the way, Yang or Blake? Which one is your type?

STEAKSTEAKSTEAKSTEAKSTEAKSTEAK

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Yang Blake Both >Can I wait until I have more girls to choose from?<

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Emerald: DID SOMEBODY SAY GIRLS?!

Emerald: Because I'm a boy, just so you know.

Emerald: Mr. Winchester, let us engage in gentlemanly things.

Cardin: Are you hitting on me?

Neptune: Cardin's planning something with that weird boy!

You should check it out!

Neptune: Okay!

Neptune: Alright, guys! Who's ready for a stakeout?!

Yang: WHO SAID STEAK?!

Neptune: We should split into teams.

Who do you want to go with? >Yang< Blake Neptune NO. You don't have a social link with Blake yet!

Blake: HA HA!

Blake: BOYSBOYSBOYSBOYSBOYSBOYS

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Neptune: Wow... We totally stand out...

Yang: Please get off my back.

Cardin: What are you guys doing?

Neptune: Watching you hang out with a dude!

Yang: Not that there's anything wrong with that!

Neptune: Yeah, I mean, if you like dudes.

Cardin: YOU SAYIN' I LIKE DUDES?

Neptune/Yang: ...

And then there was a wacky chase scene!

Neptune/Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Cardin: NOOO, COME BACK, I LOVE GIRLS!

Neptune: Hey, but can we ask you something?

Cardin: What?

Neptune: Has anything... strange happened to you lately?

Cardin: Strange? YOU SAYIN' I LIKE DUDES?

Cardin: TAKIN' YOU PUNKS DOWN! RAAAA

You know what? Let's just stick to the midnight channel.

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Blake: (Via scroll) Hey, Cardin's gone missing! What do you think?

Eh, I dunno >He's in the TV< You wanted to say that, but you didn't have enough COMMON SENSE.

Blake: Let's be extra careful!

Okay, okay! Watch the midnight channel already!

Cardin: I'm Cardin Winchester and I enjoy naked men~. Oh yeah~.

Neptune: !!!

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year ago

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eight.

It had been a couple weeks since Zora and Leon had been a couple, and it was everything they'd hoped for.

Pure bliss.

Breaking the news to their respective circles and mamas might as well have been a marriage proposal, the way everybody was over the moon excited for the two.

Zora finds her way to Leon's job with his favorite food from her job, as well as something for herself.

Following the path to the main entrance, she stops at the check in desk, biting back a laugh at the way the girl looks up at her.

“Mmhm, and who are you here for, pretty girl?” She asks with a smirk on her face.

“Leon Grey.”

“Oh, you're the girlfriend he's been telling us about!”

Zora lets a laugh loose. “He's been talkin’ off heads about me??”

“Mmmhm! He's right, you are absolutely gorgeous!” She compliments, sliding the clipboard her way.

Zora blushes and thanks her, before signing her name on the line and sliding it back. The lady unlocks the steel door, both of them cringing at the loud buzzing sound it makes as it automatically opens up.

“You never get used to that ugly ass sound,” she comments. “Go down the hall and make a right, and you'll find the lounge.”

“Thank you!”

“Anytime.”

Following her directions, she finds him sitting at a table with a couple guys, who start staring at her immediately.

“Yo, who is that?” One of his coworkers asks, making him look behind him. An immediate smile graces his face.

“My girlfriend, Zora.”

“That's your girlfriend??”

“How you pull a thick’n like that, with your lanky ass?”

Leon sucks his teeth and turns back to them. “Where y'all girlfriends at, again?”

The table fell silent, making him nod. And just as he was about to lay into them a little more, a hand finds his shoulder, making him look up.

Zora smiles sweetly, placing the bag on the table. “Hey, baby. I got your favorites.”

“Hey, sweet stuff! Thank you. I wanna introduce you to some knuckleheads.”

“Yeah, caught em starin’ at me when I walked in. Might as well learn some names.” She smiles, making one of them choke on air as Leon chuckles.

“Zora, this is Craig, Darnell and Clyde. Y'all, this is my girlfriend, Zora.”

“We've heard so much about you, dear. It's a pleasure to finally put a name to a face.” Clyde smoothly speaks, reminding her of her uncle, Tommy.

“Yeah, sorry about the staring. Leon wasn't lying when he told us how gorgeous you were.” Darnell says, making her laugh.

“Hey, at least your mouth wasn't open.” Craig adds.

“It's all good, guys. It's nice to meet y'all.”

“Well, let's get out of their hair, y'all. We'll see you later, Leon.” Clyde says, wrangling the other two up from the table.

Zora sits down beside Leon, laughing as he quickly leans in for a kiss, before pulling the knot from the bag.

“How's your day been so far?” He asks.

“It's been good. I talked to my boss today, and she agreed that her son is outta control. Finally.”

“Really? That's great! Wait… he ain't try nothing else, did he?” He asks, before getting too excited.

“No,” she shakes her head, “I told her about the last run in, and she wasn't happy about it. Suspended him for a few weeks in an attempt to make him understand how serious workplace harassment is. She's only giving him one chance and I've got the paperwork already printed up if need be.”

“Is he a mama’s boy like I'm thinking he is?” He asks.

“He's a spoiled brat, yeah.” She nods, making him laugh.

“Well, good. I'm glad you get to have an uninterrupted work schedule for a while, maybe indefinitely. That's ideal, ain't it?”

“You have no idea. I really cannot stand that boy.” She sighs and adjusts her glasses, leaning on his shoulder as he eats.

“You sleepy?” He asks, glancing down at her low lids.

“Maybe a little. I didn't get much sleep last night..”

“How come?”

“Eh, your couch is more comfy than my bed, maybe.” She shrugs, glancing up at him.

Which was code for, “I wanna graduate to sleeping beside you in bed, but I don't wanna be too forward.”

And, of course he knew that's what she meant.

“How about I come over and tuck you in, tonight?” He suggests, feeding her a couple fries.

A small smile creeps its way onto her way before she can stop it. She nods, circling her arm around the one she's leaning on.

“Consider it done.”

“You need extra clothes, too?” She asks with a giggle.

“Hell, you already got my shirts at your crib. I think I'm set!” He responds with a laugh of his own.

“They're so comfy and they smell like you. I'm not sorry.”

“Mm. Maybe I'll just sleep naked, then.” He shrugs.

“Leon,” she smacks his chest with her free hand.

“Look at you, already copin’ a feel.” He continues to tease, laughing at her incredulous expression.

“Anyway, which one of those knuckleheads were you beefin’ with?”

“Craig.”

“I knew it!”

“How?”

“He looks like the type to get into with some– everybody. A hothead like you used to be.”

“You'd be right about that,” he nods. “He's a good kid, he just needs to relax. I just try and look out for him.”

“That's sweet of you.”

“I do what I can.” He smiles.

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“I'm so glad y'all are a couple, cause this glow of yours is out of this world!” Nique squeals, right along with Neoma and Lovita.

Meeting them at Neoma’s place, Zora was finally freely gushing about her new relationship.

“I'm glowing?”

“Like an angel baby!” Lovita says, pinching her cheek.

“I'm so happy, y'all,” she smiles. “It's been so great, getting to know a man who wants more than just sex. Who doesn't wanna control things, cause Leon knows he can't and he doesn't try. We meet in the middle. We actually talk about things! He's got me sharing stories that I haven't shared since they happened, ya know? And, why is he so fine?!” She smacks her thigh for emphasis on the last part, making them laugh.

“Oh, we've seen him! He's so pretty!” Neoma laughs. “We're shocked that y'all haven't jumped each other's bones, with all this kissing and laying up y'all be doing.”

Zora rubs the back of her neck, as it becomes super warm. She, too, was shocked that they haven't found themselves in such a predicament.

“Well, to be fair, I just got fully comfortable in his presence. I guess cuddling on the couch is phase one,” she snorts.

“What's phase two, then?”

“Well, he said he was coming over tonight to tuck me in,” she giggles, “he's so stupid.”

“His long ass in your queen bed is gonna be hilarious!” Lovita cackles, making the rest of them join in at the mental image.

“Take a picture or something, I beg!”

“Right, cause I gotta see it!”

“Y'all are stupid, too!” Zora points at them. “But, I got y'all.”

“Good. Now, don't forget about the barbecue we're throwing this Friday. If Leon's free, you should bring him!”

“Gotcha. What am I on the list for, this time?” She asks.

“Potato salad and some kind of dessert. Neoma said banana pudding, but I don't know about that.”

“What, you don't like it?”

“You know me and nanas got a love/hate relationship,” she shrugs. “But, if that's what you wanna make, I'll still eat some.”

“I'll see if I can find something else, sis. I don't want you to suffer through it.” She assures, to which Lovita blows out a dramatic sigh of relief.

“See? An angel!” She nudges Nique and Neoma, who both roll their eyes while Zora giggles.

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Heading out of her room and down the hall, she opens the door to find Leon with a bouquet of lilies in his hand.

“Hey, beautiful. These are for you.” He smiles, holding them out for her to grab.

“Aw, how pretty! Thank you.” She says, grabbing them from him and pulling him inside her place.

“Anything for you,” he says, kissing her cheek before she rushes into the kitchen to cut and place them inside the new vase she'd bought.

“How was the rest of your day?” She asks, as he makes his way over to her, leaning against her marble counter.

“It was good. I kept getting questions about you and me, cause people are nosy like that,” he chuckles. “I shared my food with the guys, and now they're planning on swinging by the restaurant for more.”

“Linda's dream is to feed hardworking men,” Zora laughs, plucking the flowers until they fall in place like she wants.

“Her dream’s about to come true, too. She won't be able to shake ‘em off, either.” He shakes his head, finally getting to wrap his arms around her waist as she comes to stand in front of him, gazing up.

“Ah, she'll be okay. I missed you,” she admits, welcoming the sweet kiss he placed on her lips.

“I missed you too, sweet stuff. I practically mad-dashed through the six o'clock traffic to get here.”

“Don't be speedin’ for me,” she half-jokes, stuffing her hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“I got here in one piece, mama.” He says, pressing another kiss to her lips, shutting her up.

Moving from the kitchen to her sofa, the pair cuddle up and start their usual movie marathon.

“Oh, before I forget. My sisters are having a barbecue this Friday and you're invited, if you can make it.” She says, playing with the strings on his jacket.

“What time does it start?”

“I wanna say three, but you know colored people and time.” She snorts, making him do the same.

“Boy, don't I. But, okay, it sounds fun. I do have to work, but I'm off at four. I'll head that way afterwards.”

“Great, I'll send you the address later.”

Two movies in, Zora felt her eyes get heavier and heavier and Leon's soothing circles on her back weren't helping her at all.

She fixed her slumped position in his lap and rubbed her dry eyes, hearing his faint chuckle from above her. She turns to look at him, a smirk plastered on his lips.

“You laughin’ at me?”

“Yeah, you fightin’ sleep. It's cute.”

“I didnt wanna be rude and fall asleep on you.”

“I'm not complaining. Plus, you're so tired. We can continue the movie later.”

“If I ain't know no better, I'd think you were trying to put me to sleep anyway.” She tiredly laughs, sitting up.

“That's what I came over for, girl. Come on.” He says, scooping her up in his arms before she can protest.

Carrying her down the hall to her room, he walks in and whistles at her décor. It makes her snicker.

“What is your problem?” She asks, once he plops her down on the queen size bed.

“It's like a love lair in here!” He chuckles, looking around at the many decanters that litter her dresser, as well as the heart-shaped sunset lamp. Not to mention the baby pink satin bedspread she was currently sitting on.

“A love lair,” she laughs again, patting the space beside her. “You're funny.”

“Yeah, you tryna trap me in here, huh?”

“Nah, you can leave if you want. Once you feel how soft these sheets are, you'll change your mind though.”

“See? Tactful.”

“Shut up!” She tosses a pillow at him, which he catches and tosses back on the bed before beginning to come out of his work shirt and his sweats.

Her incredulous expression makes him pause. “I'm not getting naked, for real. I've got shorts on!”

“Jesus,” she mutters, watching him come out of them anyway, catching sight of something else that makes her turn her head altogether.

Wow was all she was thinking.

He smirks, deciding not to mess with her or the rosiness on her cheeks. He’ll let her live it down, this time.

Since she was already dressed down in one of his shirts, that really did fit her like a dress, along with some shorts, she pulls the covers back and climbs in, patting the space beside her.

He climbs in beside her, pulling her on top of him, wrapping one of his long arms around her waist as he stretches out. His feet didn't hang off the bed like Neoma said they would, which still made her giggle.

“What's funny? I wanna giggle, too!” He says.

“Nothing, nothing.” She responds, hooking one of her legs across his lap and tucking her arm underneath his, smiling to herself as his scent surrounds her.

“Come on, what is it?” He asks, as her hushed giggles vibrate against his chest.

“Okay, okay. I wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be in my bed, cause you're so tall. I thought you'd kinda be hangin’ out of it a bit.”

He hums a laugh, hugging her closer to his frame.

“That's a funny visual, I'll admit. But jokes on you, I'm very comfy on these pink silk sheets.” He declares, making her giggle all over again.

“I told you!”

“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, giggles.”

“Kay,” she responds, pulling the cover back over them.

“Goodnight, angel face.” He leans down to kiss the crown of her head.

“Goodnight, pretty man.”

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Friday rolls around, and all four Hunts’ are standing in the expansive kitchen of Neoma’s house, pulling lids and foil back from the dishes that were prepared for the day.

Zora decided to make cheesecake stuffed strawberries, which was easy enough and put a smile on Lovita’s face, making her happy.

“They look so good, sis!”

“I know, I can't wait to eat ‘em! I made three pans ‘cause I know how your friends like to snag food and leave nothing for anybody else!”

“Hey now, you leave my greedy friends alone! They reimbursed you for that pan of chicken.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waves her off, while their mother laughs at the sight.

“A mess is what y'all are.”

“Says the creator of such!” Neoma quips, moving away as Pamela swats at her.

“Zora, is Leon gonna join us for the festivities today?”

“Yeah, he's still at work, so he'll be here later on. Said, he's bringing sodas.”

“Good, we can always use mixers for the liquor!”

“What if he brings like a coke or something?”

“Coke and rum, dummy. Duh!”

“Dummy? Vita, don't make me hurt you in my kitchen.”

“I'm walking away so I won't be privy to the violence.” Zora says, pulling their mother away and shielding her eyes, making Neoma and Lovita laugh.

Soon, the house and the backyard are full of people, both friends and family, indulging in the good food, music and conversations flowing.

Zora had been pulled in every direction, filling the nosies in on her new man, since their mama likes to spread their business like she's the local newspaper.

“He's a sweet man, and he's fine”, is all she really said, keeping the specifics to herself cause it wasn't anybody's business.

“I'm glad you're not still with that loser. What was his name?” One Neoma’s friends, Sarah, asks, making her stomach sour a little.

“Loser.” She responds, as they both fall into a fit of laughter and high-five each other.

“I know that's right! I can't wait to meet the man that swept your fiery ass up!”

“Aw, come on! I'm not that bad!”

“Nah, you don't take no mess, though! Never have.”

“Hey, nobody should!”

“Right, again!”

The sun was high in the sky, warming the partygoers up. And soon, the liquor came out to warm them up the rest of the way.

“Who's green jeep is that, parked down there?” Zora heard someone say, making her whip her head around to look down the car-littered street, watching Leon step out of the driver's side.

Smiling, she excuses herself and heads his way, damn near jumping in his arms as if she didn't just see him.

“Aw, you missed me?” He asks, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her around a bit, making her erupt in those giggles he loves to hear.

“I did! I might've been counting down the minutes til you got here.” She says, tucking her bottom lip in.

“Damn, he towers over girly!” Sarah says, observing them from the porch.

“A tree to climb.” Neoma notes, pulling her drink back up to her lips.

“I missed you too, baby. As soon as it hit four, I dashed outta there.” He chuckles, moving to get the sodas from his passenger seat, following behind her as she leads them back towards the house.

“Ew, stop staring like yall ain't never seen a man before!” She snapped, and only some turned away as the rest continued to openly gawk.

“Hey y'all,” Leon waves to her mama and sisters, hugs going around.

“It's nice to see you again! I'll take these!” Lovita takes the bags from him, rushing into the house.

“Oh lord, she's about to live her bartender dreams up in my kitchen.” Neoma rolls her eyes, following behind her.

“Those two,” Pamela laughs, turning to Leon. “Are you hungry, son?”

“Starving. I smelled the food when I turned on the street!” He jokes, making them laugh.

“Follow me, sweetheart.” She says, leading them both onto the porch and into the house.

Zora introduces him to everybody, as they make their way through the kitchen, piling their plates high with delicious food, and finding a shady corner in the backyard.

Zora watches Leon eat like it's her favorite show, while she sips on her second rum cocktail.

“Y'all's friends are hilarious, by the way.” He says, wiping his mouth with the napkin she handed him.

“They're the worst, I know. Nique should be on her way soon. I know that's your favorite.”

“She's too funny!”

As if she'd been summoned, Nique rushed over to the couple, kissing both of their cheeks.

“Hey y'all! Look at y'all all cozy in this corner!” She coos, making Leon laugh and Zora playfully roll her eyes.

“What took you so long to get here?”

“Chile, Ron big stupid ass messed up the paperwork I sent to him. So I had to save the day like always,” she rolls her eyes. “I need a drink.”

“Lovita’s playing bartender in there, better go get you sumn!”

“Oooh, see y'all later!” She squeals, rushing up the back steps.

“I think she made mine a lil heavy handed.” Leon snorts, drinking it anyway.

“Yeah, she gets carried away from time to time.” She says, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

“Did you eat already?” He asks, referring to her half empty plate.

“Yeah, this is actually my second plate.” She responds, digging back in.

“You look beautiful, by the way. I like that dress.” He compliments, making her blush.

“Thank you. It's about the color of that pretty jeep of yours.”

“Ain't that a coincidence,” he teases.

As the evening melted into night, the stars were high in the sky, as well as in the couple’s low lids.

Sharing a few dances to the old school jams that continued to play, as well as a few more drinks, Zora was past tipsy and feeling ways she hadn't in a while.

Her left foot kept absentmindedly finding its way up his leg, making him clear his throat and look over at her, catching her wanton gaze.

“If I didn't know any better,” he looks around them, before leaning in to where only she can hear him, “I'd say you were a little hot and bothered.”

“What are you talking about?” She squints, trying and failing at being coy.

“Zora’s had a couple drinks, and now her foot is creeping up my leg. That's what I'm talking about.” He smirks.

“I can scratch the itch you got, if you want me to.”

She huffs in response, but she never drops her gaze from his face.

Inhermission

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trulybetty · 1 year ago

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oct' 29 x stormy days

Prompt: stormy days Pairing: sequins!joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak au) Word Count: 1,857 Warnings: maybe mature themes, but there's nothing much than some heavy flirting? sequins joel comes with his own warning Summary: I hope you enjoy this sequins anon! thanks to @rhoorl for always being a partner in thots and helping out with this one! 🙌

x. masterlist

When you had first started dating Joel, you had been long distance at first. It had taken you by surprise as much as it had him. That Joel, whose last ‘real’ relationship had been with Sarah’s mother. Was willing to jump into not only a serious relationship after a string of one night stands, but one that required the coordination of two different time zones.

He was currently visiting you, since Sarah was with her mother for the next two weeks and a last minute cancellation of a job was a push from the universe to send Joel to your doorstep.

So there he was, watching you attempt to pocket the red ball into the far right corner hole.

“I thought you said you could play?” He said, hip rested against the table next to you.

The bar was on the way back home from where your original plans for the day had been due to take place, Hillsborough River State Park. Joel had been content, and insistent, to spend the entire week he had with you in bed. However you had been adamant the two of you needed some fresh air and to see the sun at least once, and a hike would be the perfect solution to this.

But the dark storm clouds that had rolled in put a damper on those plans, so as a compromise you both had agreed to head to the bar.

“I can,” you muttered as you tried to line yourself up, “just easier when you don’t have someone critiquing my game.”

“Darlin’,” Joel sided up next to you, caging you in and extending his arm down yours to point the cue stick at a different angle, “you might find it easier doing it this way.”

You huffed in annoyance.

Yet, feeling the warmth of Joel's body against yours. His strong hands guiding yours, adjusting the angle of the cue. His beard brushing against the side of your cheek.

It all sent a shiver down your spine and had you doubling your efforts to focus on the task at hand.

“Now, look down the cue, keep your eyes on the ball, and remember to follow through,” he whispered into your ear, his Texan drawl deep and husky, and very much Joel Miller.

You suppressed a smirk, recognizing the perfect opportunity. “Are you always this hands-on with your students, Miller?”

He quietly laughed, “Only the beautiful ones. Anyway I don't think I've heard you complain about my hands-on approach this week?”

Feeling his hot breath on your neck, you struggled to focus on the shot. But two could play at this game. Taking a deep breath, you leaned back into him, feeling the contours of his body pressed against yours.

“Are you trying to distract me from this little bet we have going darlin'?” he asked.

“Me? Intentionally distract you?” You gently nudged him with your hip to step away, “Never Miller.”

He gave you a shrug as he stepped back, a self-assured smirk on this face. However despite his hands on guidance, the cue ball missing the red ball you had aimed for with a wide curve.

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath, but Joel had heard you.

“Darlin',” Joel circled the pool table and lined up the cue ball, his eyes never leaving yours as he pocketed a striped ball, “I might be winning this wager after all.”

The wager.

When you’d walked in, seeing the pool table at the back, Joel had mentioned how he'd hung out at the pool halls in downtown Austin when he was younger, he and his brother trailing the bars on Friday nights. He’d also mentioned he was a pretty good player, but you had scoffed at this and said you could beat him.

You'd learned very quickly that Joel Miller didn't back down from a bet.

If you won?

The shelves he’d told you repeatedly that required far too much effort to make with little to no pay off for the project you had started in your kitchen? He'd make them. Then to double down the bet, you'd thrown in a trip to the flea market the next day to look for further decor for your kitchen.

If he won?

Joel Miller was not a complicated man, he wanted one full interrupted day in bed, just the two of you, naked.

Oh, and he also wanted your panties.

You had rolled your eyes at him at that last part, but agreed to the bet.

“You know,” you said, it was Joel's turn again, he was three balls ahead now, “maybe I might need a little more hands-on instruction. Show me the proper way to handle a cue stick.”

About to draw back his cue stick, Joel paused for a moment, before he chuckled lowly, “Are you sure you want to go there? You might not be ready for the lessons I have in mind.”

The way he spoke sent a jolt through you as he turned to look up at you. His eyes were dark, and he wore a smirk that made your breath catch in your throat.

You couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him a little more, “Oh, I think I can handle anything you have in mind, Miller.”

Joel raised an eyebrow, a look of amusement and something else flickering in his eyes. “Is that so?”

You nodded, unable to look away from him.

He stepped in closer, so close you could feel his breath on your lips and you licked them in anticipation. He angled his head as if to kiss you and your breath hitched in anticipation.

“Darlin',” his drawl making you weak at the knees, “do you really think this is how you're going to win this bet?”

With your back to the rest of the bar and with his free hand, the one that wasn't holding on to the pool cue, he traced the waistband of your leggings, his finger dipping in under the elastic where it rested under your belly button. He felt your intake of breath under his fingers before he heard it from you. The cocksure grin he had on his face told you that he not only knew the effect he had on you, but relished in it.

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks, but you didn’t back away. Instead, you leaned slightly into him. “Now are you trying to fluster me, Miller?”

“Would I do that?” Joel’s voice was a husky whisper, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of your waist now. He took in his own deep breath as your lips ghosted his, “Maybe I just like the view from here.”

With a roll of your eyes you gave in and kissed his lips with an exasperated sigh.

“Anyway,” he continued as you stepped away to allow him to take his shot, “I think it's safe to say I've got this.”

You could only roll your eyes as he gave you a far too confident wink after pocketing another ball.

“Beginner’s luck,” he muttered under his breath as you sank another ball with ease.

But as the game continued, it became evident that this wasn’t just luck. Your technique was flawless, your movements around the table confident. Each time you leaned down to take a shot, there was a precision in your movement with the focus of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

By the time you had cleared most of the balls off the table, leaving Joel with just a couple to work with, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

He had been hustled.

“You played me,” he said, the faux accusation in his voice betrayed by the glint of amusement in his eyes.

You grinned, leaning against the pool table and taking a moment to enjoy your victory.

“You assumed. That’s on you.”

“Okay, where did you learn to play?”

You sunk your last ball with ease, “I have two older brothers Joel, old enough that they were tasked with babysitting me on weekends. They'd take me to the pool hall with them when they'd tell my mom they were taking me to the library. So, in order to keep my silence, they'd ply me with candy and allowed me to play.”

“Just when I think I've got you figured out,” he responded, leaning down to shoot one of the last three balls he had left even though the game was pretty much yours now.

When you finally pocketed the eight ball it was official, you raised your arms in triumph before wrapping them around Joel's neck.

“Better get ready with those power tools Miller.”

“You know how complicated it's going to be to make something so simple?” he grumbled, despite the half smile on his face.

“But it's going to look so good!” you insisted as you kissed his cheek.

Joel shook his head, “This better be the only project you've got lined up for me this week. I don't need any of your neighbours knocking on the door asking when I'm coming 'round to fix something of theirs again.”

“You order us some drinks, I'm just going to go use the bathroom,”

You returned from the bathroom, you scanned the bar for Joel, his broad shoulders and height making him easily stand out from the crowd.

Spotting him by the bar, you made your way over, making sure to brush past him just closely enough. He was too engrossed in a conversation with the bartender over the football game that was playing on the TV above to notice you discreetly slipping your hand into his jeans pocket before grabbing the two drinks he'd ordered.

“I got these cowboy, I'll find us a booth.”

But as he reached into his pocket for his wallet to pay the bartender, his fingers brushed against the soft fabric you had discreetly placed there. His eyes widened, his movements momentarily frozen as he pulled out your panties.

The bartender, obviously not privy to your bet, awkwardly cleared his throat. With flushed cheeks, Joel hastily shoved the panties back into his pocket, tipping the bartender generously.

Joining you at the booth you'd chosen, he slid in next to you, leaning in and whispering with a playful yet accusatory tone, “You play dirty,” he glared at you, but his eyes betrayed his amusement.

You took a sip of your drink, feigning innocence, your eyes glinting with mischief. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Joel smirked, “Oh, don't play coy with me,” he leaned closer, the low lighting of the bar casting shadows on his rugged features. “Now, what's the meaning of this little surprise?”

You leaned in as well, your lips close to his ear. “Consider it a consolation prize.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. “Is that so? You sure know how to keep things interesting.”

You pulled back, offering a cheeky smile, “You haven't seen anything yet Miller.”

Joel chuckled, a genuine wide smile on his lips as he took a sip from his drink. “You may have won our bet darlin', but you sure know how to make a man feel like he's won the jackpot.”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #sequins!joel x reader #sequins!joel

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Antonio- Moving In Together

"Dad where does YN want this?" I hear Diego ask

"Errm bathroom. She's in there sorting out the cupboards" just then Diego appears with a small box

"Thank you. Just pop it on the floor" I say. Once Diego has gone I open it up and take out my period pads and tampons putting them in the cupboard with more of my toiletries. My phone begins ringing from downstairs. Before I have chance to get up I hear foot steps running and Eva comes in holding it in her hands

"It's Jay" she tells me. I take the phone and answer it

"Hey"

"Ive got the unit you wanted, but I couldn't get it assembled"

"Ok don't worry, I'm sure we're will figure out how to build it" I walk out of the bathroom

"Dad mums here!" Diego shouts and I make my way downstairs to see Antonio opening up the door

"I've got to go. Laura's here for the kids"

"I'll be over in 10 with the unit"

"Thanks" I hung up and smile at Laura but she looks me up and down. She mainly stares at my stomach

"I'm not pregnant if that's what your wondering" I say crossing my arms

"Only reason Antonio would be having you move in"

"Laura" Toni warns her

"It's ok Toni don't worry, I'm not here to cause any drama. Just want to say goodbye to Eva and Diego" the kids both give me a hug. I say my goodbyes then leave Antonio to deal with his ex.

"You alright?" Antonio asks walking into our now shared bedroom while I'm folding my clothes

"Yeah I'm fine"

"I'm sorry about Laura. I told her she had no right to be questioning our relationship"

"Like I said, I'm ok" I sigh "she's your kids mom. She's got ever right to be cautious of me, how long will I be here? If we have a baby will we spend more time with our child and not Eva and Diego. She's just being protective of them and hopefully when she realises that I'm in it for the long hall she will except me"

"Your amazing you know" Antonio smiles wrapping his arms around me, I wrap my arms around his neck "if the rolls were reversed I'm not sure I'd be a cool about this all"

"I've see so many children suffer because of parents aren't getting along. I wouldn't want that for yours. All bad mouthing each other will do is effect the children"

"I love you YN"

"I love you as well" I kiss Antonio before we're rudely interrupted by Jay bringing my makeup unit "I best go and help Jay"

"I'll help Jay. You go grab us some food"

"You sure you want me to leave you alone with one of my brothers, and arguably the most protective one out of the two?" I raise an eyebrow at Toni

"Babe I work with him and we have never had a problem"

"Yeah you work with him. Your off work right now, this is personal time, so he's going to be in big brother mode"

"I'll be back ok with Jay"

"Your funeral" I raise my hands and walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs "I'm going for food. Please don't kill each other" I warn Jay before grabbing some money and leaving the house.

I return home with take out to a quiet house

"Hello? Please tell me your both alive" I joke walking into the kitchen "Jay? Toni?" I place down the food then head yelling in the living room. I follow the noise to see my brother and boyfriend watching football. I notice the the makeup unit spread across the floor "you boys want a beer after all the hard work you've done?"

"Sorry YN. We couldn't figure it out" I roll my eyes at Jay and grab the instructions off the coffee table and start looking at then also getting confused

"You think Kelly will know how to build this?"

"Already text him" Jay tells me "he's coming over tomorrow. Now shhhh we're watching the game"

"You boys and your football seriously" I shake my head and go back to the kitchen and grab 3 plates and plate up the food. I bring their food to them before grabbing my own and sitting next yo Antonio also watching the game.

#antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson imagine #Antonio Dawson x oc #Antonio Dawson x yn #Antonio Dawson x you #one chicago imagine #one chicago #chicago pd

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demonicdames · 1 year ago

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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader (Later chaps) Part 1

When you reached your dorm room you collapsed onto your couch, most of the rooms were set up the same way and decorated the same way as well. Your eyes stared up at the ceiling thinking about the last few hours thanks to the ache that throbbed between your legs, usually you'd come back get washed, slip into your nightwear, and sleep you barely had enough energy to get back to your dorm room. You willed yourself to get up to perform your nightly routine.

The warm water felt nice on your skin, your eyes looked down at your thighs seeing the bruising starting to darken touching them you flinched slightly. "Fuck."

You cursed under your breath your head lying against the back of the tub. When cleaned you got out of the tub and headed out grabbing your towel and drying off before slipping into your nightwear for the evening. As soon as you settled into bed, you heard a knock at the door making you grumble several curses under your breath, figures just when you had gotten comfortable.

Getting up finally you answered the door only to be face to face with Sister Imperator, the sight of the older woman made you stand a bit straighter. "Sister." You greeted to which she nodded."I've come to congratulate you on your years of hard work for the ministry, at first I had my doubts about you but you have made quite the impact and I felt that something needed to be said." You didn't know what to say to that, it wasn't often that others acknowledged your work, well aside from the Papas. You and Sister Imperator exchanged words before closing the door, well you felt a little better now which made falling asleep easier. The next day started the same; get up, get dressed, collect your things, and head to your job with Secondo. "Sorella!, sorella!." You heard Copia call jogging down the hall. "Cardinal careful not to trip!." As if on cue the Cardinal did just that but thankfully you caught him in time, keeping him from hitting the hard floor. "Sorry sorry sorry." He spoke righting himself fixing his hat, leather gloved hands held up as he checked you over to make sure you were alright. "It's fine, no worries Cardinal I'm okay, what's up?." He paused thinking his mismatched eyes looking left to right. "Ehhhhh..... ah oh! sì sì sì yes ah-." The Cardinal held up a folder. "Sister told me to deliver this to you personally." You looked at the folder it wasn't like the other's that you handled, black with the grucifix symbol in the center. "What is it?." You asked taking the folder from him and looking it over.

"Ah eh- I don't know she told me not to look at it." You couldn't help the smile that came to your lips, Copia was cute and sweet almost innocent. "Thank you, Cardinal I will take care of it." "She also told me to tell you not to let the others see it, apparently it is top secret." "Top secret." You repeated. He gave you a thumbs up which you returned with a laugh before he headed off. With a sigh and shaking your head, the folder was slipped into your messenger bag as you headed to Secondos office. You slowly opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk. "Evening Sorella." He greeted "Evening Sec-." You paused as he looked up at you his eyes holding their usual cold stare. "Sir." You corrected yourself as you moved to take a seat twitching slightly at the small pang of pain between your legs. "Are you alright?." He asked not looking up from the page he signed and set into the newly emptied basket. "Yes, I'm okay Sir." You replied as you started in on your work for that evening, your mind going back to that folder that the Cardinal had given you, wondering what was in it. You looked over at Secondo watching him, pausing in your work your mind wandering, going back to the night before when Secondo had you pinned to his couch. You breathed in as you felt a throb between your legs this one however wasn't of pain and it made your face grow warm.

You adverted your gaze as Secondo looked your way studying you, the way your hair moved when you looked from page to page, how your eyes darted back and forth while reading. He could remember how you were laid out on his couch moaning and calling out his name in pleasure, how many times he'd tasted you and lavished your body. Secondo could feel his cock twitch in his pants in response to his thoughts, his mind traveling further making him want you again there on his desk. Secondo cleared his throat as he looked over at you. "Sorella?." He asked making you look up from your work. "Yes Sir?." Standing from your seat hands folded in front of yourself. "Come here cara." He beckoned you over with his pointer and middle as you approached he then patted his lap. You felt your face getting warmer as you continue, taking your new seat upon his lap your back against his chest, Secondo's chin resting on your shoulder soft painted lips pressing a kiss on your neck. You could feel his hard cock press up against your ass making your cheeks burn bright. Secondo smothered his face into the crook of your neck his hands traveling the length of your body your habit being inched up.

"S-Sirr." You gasped as he pushed your legs open. "Pl-Please sir I-I'm still sore." You whispered as his hand came down to cup your aching pussy. "Aww, my little assistant is sore, eh?." Secondo spoke against her neck. "Why are you so sore cara?." He asked making your face go bright red. "You-you know wh-why Sir-." His hands gave your thighs a tight warning squeeze a growl followed, demanding an answer. "You fucked me." You replied quietly gasping as Secondo slipped two fingers into your panties, slipping them between your lips and rolling them over your clit. "You are already dripping for me cara mia." You hated it, you hated that he was right, between his touch and the thoughts of the night before your body was aching in more ways than one. A knock at the office door made the both of you stop and look forward, Secondo fixed himself up as the door started to open, you didn't have enough time to run back to your desk so you slid down under his.

You could hear a one-sided conversation starting, one of the voices you recognized was Sister Imperator's, you tried to listen closely but the tent in Secondo's pants caught your attention. A sly grin appeared on your face leaning over pressing a kiss against the bulge, Secondo's hand slipped under the desk in an attempt to shoo you away, which was unsuccessful.

Working it free from its clothed prison you could hear Sister ask if Secondo was alright that he seemed a little jumpy and certainly out of character. Reassuring the Sister he was fine. 'Fine for now' you mouthed before leaning forward and licking at the tip of his cock head collecting the bead of precum. For once you felt in power as you sucked the Emeritus's cock into your mouth his leg giving a twitch as he settled in your throat. Pulling back you swallowed him down again and again, up above Secondo remained calm cool, and collected his lips pressed into a thin line as Sister Imperator went on and on. He wasn't paying attention to her or what she dribbled on about, his mind was on the soft throat that was currently gagging on his cock.

Finally, after what seemed like hours Sister Imperator finished and left the room. Secondo, wasting no time slid his chair back his cock being pulled free from your messy lips. "You, my little minx are in so much trouble."

Secondo had you bent over his desk. "Don't move Cara." His hand slid down along your sides before leaving to lock the door to avoid any more interruptions. Secondo returned pushing his chair away with a tap of his foot your habit being slipped up around your waist. The Emeritus's hands moved to slide over your asscheeks squeezing, palming, and kneading each globe before giving your ass a hard smack causing you to jump gasping out a whimper as his hand smoothed over your reddening cheek.

Secondo hooked his fingers into your panties waistband tugging them down slowly, watching as the fabric came away from your pussy. Secondo leaned over resting his chest on your back, his lips against the shell of your ear cock resting against the folds of your cunt his hips rolling slowly covering his cock in your wetness.

The Emeritus pulled away leaving your cunt throbbing with need, your legs shaking you wanted him to slam into you and take you as hard as he could. Your body jumped feeling something cold against your cunt tapping your lips with the hard corner following the edge of your slit up the curve of your ass. You were about to ask when the object came down stinging your ass making you cry out, a ruler, he was spanking you with a damned ruler! you looked over your shoulder at him gasping as he smacked the wooden tool against your ass again making you curse under your breath.

This was downright degrading you were getting a ruler to the ass like some misbehaved child. "Second-." He gave you a harder smack of the ruler making you whimper. "It is Sir in the office, remember Tesoro?." He smirked as he struck you again your hand balling into fists against the desk. "S-Sir." You breathed biting your bottom lip as another smack was given to your rear.

You blinked as the smacks stopped- or so you thought, Secondo's hand replaced the ruler as he spanked your ass stinging it again and again alternating between the blows and rubbing. His breathing was getting heavier the next spank went right to your pussy stinging and making you jump, he didn't stop until your ass and sex were both bright red.

"I think you've learned your lesson eh?, cara mia?." Secondo chuckled as he moved from you sitting back in his chair. "Redress Tesoro, it's almost time to leave." You turned and pouted. "But-but-."

"No, butt's cara." frowning you pulled your panties back up and dropped your habit back into place smoothing the skirt out, grimacing at the stinging and the wetness between your legs while you left the office walking a tad bit funny, unaware that there were eye's watching you your scent attracting several ghouls attention. --To be continued--

#Papa Emeritus II #Papa Emeritus 2 #Secondo #Papa Emeritus II x Reader #Papa Emeritus 2 x Reader #Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader #Papa Emeritus 2 x F!Reader #Copia #cardinal copia #mywriting #the assistant #Ghost #the band ghost #GhostAU

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mee-op · 2 years ago

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meeting again, mistletoe and some other stuff

neige x gn!reader

you have to wonder how in the world ambrose the 63rd managed to convince dire crowley of all people to agree to a joint christmas party between rsa and nrc. ambrose must've provoked crowley in some way. it's the only explanation you can think of.

and now, after several hours of everyone "trying" to get along with one another, you're stuck wandering through the deserted halls of rsa— lost because you were too nervous to ask anyone where the restroom was.

as you quietly marvel at the interior of the castle-like school and how ethereal it looks reflecting the night sky, you hear a pair of footsteps walking towards you.

your first instinct is to hide. you've been alone in the walls of nrc before and it has never ended well— whether it be ghosts, a group of students wanting to gang up on the only person with no magical ability or something else.

but before you could search for somewhere to lay low until said person disappears, their gentle voice calls out to you.

''umm... hello?''

....you'd recognise that voice anywhere, especially after what happened at vdc. so you turn around and sure enough, it's the one and only neige leblanche.

you figure it'd be way too awkward to just- walk away after he saw you, so you take several steps forward and close the distance.

''err- hey...?'' you say, nervously scratching the back of your head.

luckily, the person in front of you seems better at social interaction than you are and gives you a soft smile, ''are you lost? the main hall is a bit far from here.''

''yeah, actually..'' you chuckle, slightly embarrassed. ''i was looking for the restroom.''

''oh! well, i can walk you there if you want,'' he says, hands behind his back as he looks up at you with the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen.

''thanks. that'd be really helpful,'' you're grateful that it was neige who found you and not someone from your school. you've grown a pretty tough skin since coming to twisted wonderland but you don't think you can handle any sarcastic comments tonight.

he gives you another one of his charming grins—one that you're sure some of his fans would go crazy for— and starts leading the way.

''soo... what were you doing before you saw me?'' you ask in a desperate attempt to start small talk.

''i just wanted to get some fresh air. your name's yuu, right? you were vil's manager during vdc,''.

''yep,'' kind of surprised he remembers.

''you know, i was really shocked when headmage ambrose announced that we would be having a joint christmas party with night raven college. i don't think our schools have gotten together other than to compete,''

...the rest of the walk is filled with neige's voice. you don't particularly mind. it's not like you have anything interesting to say anyway.

before you know it, you're in front of the restroom... which was only a couple ways down from the main hall. before you could give your thanks, you're interrupted.

''i'm sorry! this whole time i've been rambling and i didn't give you a chance to talk!'' a look of disappointment washes over his face and eyes drooping in sadness. he looked like a kicked puppy— it's no wonder he's so popular.

''it's fine, really. i don't mind— i'm pretty used to it,'' you say in hopes of cheering him up a little.

you don't think you made much of a difference, but he smiles anyway.

''well.. you're really easy to talk to,'' you can tell he's still giving himself some sort of scolding and you try to look for a way to take his mind off of it. it's not like you aren't used to not getting your word in. besides, he's one of the nicer ones.

''look, mistletoe,'' you say before you think of the repercussions.

''o-oh! erm...'' all traces of disappointment is completely gone, instead replaced with flushed cheeks and a look of shock and embarrassment. ''would you like to...?''

''we don't have to if you're uncomfortable,'' you silently chastise yourself in your head. you could've talked about anything and you chose mistletoe?? at least he doesn't look like he's wallowing in his own self-hate anymore.

there're a few seconds of awkward silence— neige looking embarrassed (and very cute, you think) as you wonder what you should do.

then suddenly, the bashful look turns into one of determination (with cheeks still red) and before anything else could register in your shrimp brain— you feel neige's soft lips on your cheek.

you stand there looking dumbfounded as neige quickly retreats.

''umm.. ihavetogonow, ihopeyouhaveanicenightgoodbye!''

...............................

it's only been a week or so since the party, but neige feels like it's been months. ever since he kissed you under the mistletoe, you haven't left his mind.

and great seven, it's so incredibly cliche— you meet a stranger at a party, you talk like you've known each other for years (though it wasn't much of a conversation) and then the two of you share a kiss under the mistletoe. sparks are flying, the stars are twinkling ever so brightly just for you and him and everything feels just right.

and he's always loved cliche. he's always loved cheesy and romantic, the type that would make some gag and others swoon.

and you must've felt it too, right? like every choice led up to you meeting him? like both of you were puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

but he was so stupid. he ran away before even asking you out.

but it doesn't matter. he did a bit of digging texting vil and found out you were the prefect of ramshackle dorm! so now he's on your doorstep with the loveliest flowers he could find and some chocolate (he prays you aren't allergic).

he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves, rings the doorbell and patiently waits for you to answer. even though he prepared for this, he can't help but be nervous. and it only worsens when he sees you again.

...he really hopes you know how pretty you are. just the sight of you makes his heart skip a beat.

''neige?'' his thoughts are interrupted and he has to scramble to think of what to say.

''h-hi, yuu! how are you?''

''i'm doing good, is... everything alright?''

''everything's great!'' he gulps before he continues— fear welling up inside him. he has to do this now before he even thinks about backing out.

''well, i actually wanted to ask you something...'' holding the bouquet tighter than necessary, he asks. ''would you.. like to go on a date? with me?''

christmas isn't over until i finish this. which is now.

#it's been a long time so this is so rusty #im just not good at coming up with ideas #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst x you #twst x yuu #twst x y/n #twst neige #neige leblanche #neige x reader #twisted wonderland neige #neige x you #twst fluff #twst angst #twst memes #twst incorrect quotes

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years ago

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Kanetsugu Naoe (JP)

Sweet Love Training Premium

Kanetsugu: "You're the one who said you wanted a reward. Or do you want to stop now?"

Mai: "No, I want to touch you more."

Kanetsugu: "I know."

Mai: "Oh."

The harder I tried to keep my feelings from showing on my face, the sweeter and more stimulating the "reward" became.

Thanks to the combination of carrot and stick, the result of my training improved before I even knew it.

Mai: "Kanetsugu-san, don't you think your training has become much more effective recently?"

I asked this while lying on the futon after accepting my reward.

Kanetsugu: "Indeed, moments like that are becoming more and more common."

Mai: "True! At this rate, we will eventually be able to be together uninterrupted by your work."

When I said this to him, he thought about it for a moment before speaking up.

Kanetsugu: "Well, let's give it a try."

Mai: "Try?"

Kanetsugu: "Yeah, in a few days, a meeting between Uesugi-Takeda, and Oda will be held in the Kasugayama hall."

Kanetsugu: "I was going to invite you to the evening banquet since some familiar guests will be visiting."

(It's been a long time since I've seen everyone. I wonder who's coming. Anyway, I'm looking forward to it!)

My heart slowly warmed as I recalled everyone in Azuchi.

(But the fact that he said to try it out means...)

Mai: "You want to test me in front of someone I know well to see if I can keep it together?"

Kanetsugu: "You've become more perceptive."

His wicked smile made me recoil in surprise.

Kanetsugu: "I don't expect you to be able to hide your emotions all the way through."

Kanetsugu: "But if you can do it well, I'll reward you."

Mai: "I'll do it!"

I couldn't help but respond immediately upon hearing the reward.

After Mai went to bed一

Kanetsugu: "What do I mean, 'Let's give it a try'?"

Kanetsugu: "It's me who has to control myself."

Kanetsugu's mutterings were lost in the depths of the night, unheard by no one.

A few days later, on the night of the alliance meeting一

Hideyoshi: "I'm glad you're okay, Mai. Are you eating well? Are you being bullied?"

Mai: "I'm fine. I'm glad you haven't changed either."

Mai: "Keiji, I haven't seen you since the other day. Could it be that you were discussing today's meeting with Kanetsugu that day?"

Keiji: "Bingo! Thanks to you, everything went well."

Shingen: "Well, it is also thanks to Mai that the meeting went off without a hitch."

Mai: "Eh, me?"

Shingen: "Yeah. I endured the meeting with all these dudes because I knew you would be waiting for me."

Yukimura: "What are you talking about? Stop hitting on Kanetsugu's girl. It’s embarrassing."

Kenshin: "If you keep talking like that, I'll cut you down right here and now."

Sasuke: "Please, at least do it outside, Lord Kenshin."

The hall of Kasugayama Castle was even livelier than usual.

(It's proof that the alliance is working well. I'm glad.)

(Speaking of which, how is Kanetsugu doing?)

I looked around the hall and found Kanetsugu asking the maid for more sake while also cleaning up the tabletop.

(His organizing skills and wit are the same as ever, but that's no way to enjoy a party.)

I quietly got up from my seat and went over to his side.

Mai: "Kanetsugu-san, this is a party, so please enjoy it more."

Kanetsugu: "No, this is my job. Don't worry about it, and enjoy yourself."

Mai: "But一"

Keiji: "Yo Kanetsugu! Are you drinking?"

Kanetsugu: "Keiji."

Keiji: "You've been moving around so much you haven't even run out of booze or snacks."

Keiji: "It's not like you can't drink. Why don't you join us at least for today?"

While handing the sake cup to Kanetsugu, Keiji glanced at me.

(Maybe Keiji also wants Kanetsugu to enjoy the party.)

Mai: "See? Even Keiji is saying it."

When I encourage him to get on board with Keiji's idea一

Kanetsugu: "It looks like your teamwork is harder than a rock at times like this."

Kanetsugu smiled dismissively and finally sipped from his cup.

He looked so happy as he shared a drink with Keiji.

(I'm happy to see him happy, but I can't keep the expression on my face!)

I tried to cover it up by cleaning up and helping the maid for a while.

Hideyoshi: "Mai, are you okay? It's heavy. Give it to me. I'll carry it."

Mai: "I'm fine. You are our guest, so enjoy the party."

Hideyoshi: "Nope. How could I ignore my cute little sister when she's busy moving around?"

Shingen: "I'll help you too, my goddess. And while we're at it, why don't we have a tryst?"

Yukimura: "If you'd do that, I'll be the one cleaning up your mess."

(Why are they all here?!)

At that moment, someone's arm reached out and took my dishes away.

Kanetsugu: "I'll do it."

Mai: "Kanetsugu-san!"

Sasuke: "Hey, weren't you drinking with Keiji just now?"

Kanetsugu: "I've already finished my drink."

Kanetsugu: "I'll bring the plates along with the empty sake bottle. It would be a disgrace to the Uesugi name if I let the guests help."

Kanetsugu: "But I don't have enough hands to carry additional dishes, so Mai, come with me."

Mai: "Okay!"

I followed him out of the room.

Kanetsugu: "It's already late. Go back to our room and rest."

Mai: "What?"

(True, if it's a usual party, it would be okay to go back to our room, but一)

Mai: "Earlier, you said you needed more help, so you asked me to come."

Kanetsugu: "I did that to get you away from the hall."

Mai: "Why?"

Kanetsugu: "................."

Seeing Kanetsugu looking embarrassed, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

Mai: "Are you jealous?"

Kanetsugu: "Is it bad?"

Mai: "!"

He opened up and instantly grabbed my heart.

(He's so cute right now, but he'll probably get mad if I say this.)

Still, my love for him was rising from deep inside my body.

Kanetsugu: "Mai, it's showing on your face."

Mai: "Sorry, but it's your fault too."

Mai: "I'm so happy to be reminded of your love again. I feel like I'm going to lose control."

Kanetsugu: "Damn it."

He suddenly grabbed my arm as if he were off his leash.

Mai: "Eh? Waah!"

He took me into a vacant room and forcefully kissed me.

Mai: "Mnn..."

Still surprised about what was going on, the tip of his tongue suddenly slipped in and softly intertwined with mine.

Our deep kisses and the subtle scent of alcohol spurred my heartbeats faster.

Mai: "Wait, Kanetsugu一"

I clung to him involuntarily, almost falling to my knees, and he pulled his lips away.

Kanetsugu: "Sorry."

Mai: "It's okay."

(I'm surprised to see him less relaxed than usual.)

He scowled as if he could hear my heart.

Kanetsugu: "This is why I didn't want to drink alcohol."

(Alcohol?)

He abruptly said this, and I looked at him, tilting my head.

(Huh? If you look closely, his cheeks are red.)

Mai: "Wait, are you drunk?"

Kanetsugu: "A little."

(This may be the first time I've seen him drunk.)

My heart tingled with excitement at this unusual side of him.

Mai: "Are you not good with alcohol?"

Kanetsugu: "Not really, but sometimes I have trouble controlling myself, so I usually cut back."

Kanetsugu: "But today, to have an excuse to get you out, I let the sake run all at once."

Kanetsugu: "I didn't want to see you with another man anymore."

(If you say such things, then I一)

Joy and love, mixed, overflowed inside of me.

Mai: "Kanetsugu-san, I love you."

Mai: "From the bottom of my heart, I love you."

I smiled, letting the happiness well up inside me.

Kanetsugu: "I told you not to show it to your face."

He held me by my head and trapped me tightly in his chest.

I could hear through his kimono that his heart was beating as fast as mine.

Kanetsugu: "If you get it, go back to your room."

Kanetsugu: "Being with you easily knocks off the shackles binding me."

Mai: "Got it."

(I don't want to hassle him, so I'll be honest here.)

Mai: "In return, can I stay up and wait for you until you get back? I haven't gotten my reward for today yet."

Kanetsugu: "You've been showing it in your face for a while now."

Mai: "It's only in front of you. And you notice how I fared in the hall, right?"

Mai: "You also said the reward would be good, so I worked hard."

Mai: "So, um, is that a no?"

Kanetsugu: *sigh*

Kanetsugu: "It looks like the evil woman is back."

Mai: "Wha一?"

I tried to retort but kept my mouth shut when he turned his passion-lit eyes on me.

Kanetsugu: "You can go to bed first or stay up and wait for me as you wish. But if you plan to do that, be prepared to be messed up."

As night fell and the noise of the party died down, Kanetsugu returned to his room after taking a bath.

Mai: "Welcome back."

I quickly rushed to him, and he shrugged his shoulders in exasperation.

Kanetsugu: "You're awake."

Mai: "Of course. I've been a good girl and waited for you as you said."

Kanetsugu: "Don't talk so proudly. You look like a dog that just ran up to me."

Mai: "Say whatever you want, but that's how much I love you."

Kanetsugu: "You're weird."

Kanetsugu gently stroked my cheek and tenderly gazed at me.

Kanetsugu: "I trained you by telling you not to show your emotions to your face, but in the end, it was me who benefited the most."

Mai: "Why is that?"

Kanetsugu: "Because I enjoyed watching you struggle to keep your thoughts unread."

Kanetsugu: "To be honest, when I first proposed the training, I had no intention of continuing this far."

Kanetsugu: "I wanted to see more of your cute, frantic expressions that I extended the period of the discipline."

Mai: ".............."

(It's not fair he can talk about such things so casually.)

Kanetsugu's frank words quickly made me blush.

Kanetsugu: "I'm sorry for making you go along with my selfishness."

Mai: "It's not something you should apologize for."

Mai: "Thanks to my training, I'm more now mindful of my facial expressions."

Mai: "I even have rewards. I'm the one who's being selfish."

I said this firmly and hugged him.

Mai: "So, can I have my reward for today?"

Mai: "I'm ready to be messed up."

Kanetsugu: "Idiot."

With a soft smile playing on his lips, our lips met.

I closed my eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation as the tip of his tongue slipped through the gap of my mouth, slowly invading it.

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