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I Wanna Kiss You

Ellie Williams x Tall!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: Controlling!Dina, Mentions of gangs, Hiding hanging out with a female friend from an overbearing partner, yearning, tracing tattoos, tender moments, kissing, sharing dessert

Summary: You finally meet Jesse’s friends after somehow avoiding them for a few years. You and Ellie hit it off and become friends, although you slowly become more than that.

The backyard was filled with laughter as you and your friends hang out at the pool. There is music playing in the background, various alcoholic drinks at the bar, and discarded bikini tops hanging around. Your roommate Jesse was supposed to be away on a camping trip for a week, so you planned a small party with your friends. The two of you are childhood friends and you chose to get a place together when the time to move out came around. Since your house is in a very private area, the girls liked to go braless and enjoy the sun. It was something you did when Jesse wouldn’t be home for a day or two so you could let loose.

“Heads up!” Addison calls out as the volleyball comes towards you. You jump up and send the ball back over the net. More of the girls join in on the game and it’s three against three while someone refs. You play a few rounds, cracking jokes about looking like you’re in an anime, and lowkey trying to knock someone out.

“HOLY SHIT!” You screech, dodging the ball that nearly hit you in the face, “You did that on purpose!” You gape at Riley who’s cracking up.

“Sorry, Y/n! I couldn’t help myself!” Riley laughs, making the others laugh too.

“Y/N!” You hear Jesse shout and you whirl around to see him standing in the doorway.

“JESSE?!” You shout in confusion, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK SO SOON?!”

“COME HERE!” Jesse waves you inside before he vanishes. You groan but get out of the pool and toss a towel over your shoulders to cover your chest. ‘Why’s he back so soon? And what does he even want? At least it’ll give me time to figure out a prank against Riley.’ You pause in the doorway when you see your living room full of people. ‘Maybe I should have put my top back on…’ You think idly but shrug and walk into the living room.

“You must be Jesse’s friends.” You say as you walk into the living room, startling the people and turning to you, “I didn’t expect any of you to be back until Sunday.”

“Damn, and who are you?” One of the guys wolf-whistles, making you roll your eyes. ‘Ugh, I know I’m not completely dressed but really? Could you be any more annoying the first time you meet someone?’ The girl next to him slaps him on the arm with a glare.

“You must be Y/n, Jesse’s roommate.” A black-haired girl says, “With the...underboob tattoo.” She motions underneath her chest. You glance down at yourself, catching sight of the colorful ink on your skin. ‘Is she… judging my tattoo?’

“Yup, and you are…?”

“Dina. Jesse’s best friend. I’ve been here like a hundred times.” Dina raises an eyebrow. ‘Ah, the ex-girlfriend. He still hangs with her?’ A flicker of annoyance goes through you. You weren’t a big fan of her after what she did to Jesse.

“And I haven’t seen you one time.” You shrug, “Speaking of my childhood friend, where is he? I didn’t come inside to dry off.” You put a hand on your hip, feeling the water running down your body.

“I’m here. Don’t get your bikini in a twist.” Jesse comes into the living room with an auburn-haired woman. You lock eyes with her - a beautiful green - before you take in her appearance. High tops, black jeans, a band tee, and a wrist covered in bracelets. ‘Damn, she’s exactly the kind of woman I’d go for. She’s got tats, too. Not to mention a gorgeous face.’

“Who’s this with you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“This is Ellie. I’ve mentioned her to you before. My friend from college and Dina’s new girlfriend.” Jesse motions to her. ‘Really?’ You bite your lip to stop yourself from frowning. You’re feeling quite attracted to her and she hasn’t even spoken to you, yet.

“Hey. You must be Y/n.” Ellie’s voice is slightly raspy but soothing, and her friendly tone catches your attention. ‘Fuck, she has a nice voice, too.’

“That I am.” You nod, “Now why did you call me in here, and why are you home two days ahead of schedule?”

“One of the guys got caught in an illegal bear trap so we had to rush him to the hospital. The rest of us decided to come home after that.” Jesse tosses you his phone, “Is it alright if they crash for the night? I’ll set the basement room up so they’re not in the living room.” You wince at the pictures of the wound. They warn people about illegal traps, to stay on the regular hiking paths, and this was a glaring reminder. ‘This is why I don’t go camping with Jesse and his friends. I swear he loses his brain cells every time he does.’

“Yeah, that’s fine. The girls are spending the night, but they’re going to sleep in my room.” You toss his phone back, “So, who’s everyone here?”

“That’s Abby, Owen, Mel, Manny, and Dina. You just met Ellie. The others are at the hospital.” Jesse points them out. You mentally tag Owen as the one who whistled at you. ‘I’ll be staying away from him.’

“Hey, Y/n?” You hear Addison from behind you.

“Yeah?” You turn around.

“The girls are starting to get hungry.” Addison says, “So, I think it’s time we order the sandwiches.”

“Okay, I’ll make the call, and I’ll join you girls back outside in a moment. Let them know Jesse’s friends are here, so they can put their bikinis back on if they’re not comfortable with staying topless.”

“Got it.” Addison nods, eyes flicking over your shoulder, “Hey, Jesse.” She winks before heading back outside. You catch a slight blush on Jesse’s face and grin to yourself. ‘I really need to set those two up. They clearly like each other yet neither of them has made a move!’

“You guys are swimming around topless?” Mel questions, a confused look on her face, “Doesn’t that feel awkward?”

“No.” You shrug, “Jess, can you-”

“They’ve already been ordered.” Jesse grins, flashing his phone at you to show you the confirmation page. ‘God, I love him! I didn’t even have to ask!’

“You’re the best friend ever!” You throw your arms around him, kissing him on the cheek, “Anyway, I’m heading back into the pool so I’ll see you around.” You wave at everyone, briefly locking eyes with Ellie, before making your way back out. ‘Ellie is attractive and definitely someone I’d like a chance with. Too bad she’s dating Dina.’ You sigh.

“It feels weird seeing Ellie after so many years.” Riley says as you lock your room door. You and the girls were exhausted after a long day of hanging in the pool. You stayed out until after midnight since your little get-together was being cut short. Everyone showered and grabbed their stuff from downstairs, so you were going to hang out until you got tired enough to sleep. The air mattress was set up and placed at the foot of your bed, so three of your friends were sleeping there and the other two would be sleeping with you.

“Is that why she looked so awkward next to you?” Lisa grins, getting comfortable on the air mattress, “You know each other?”

“We went to the same boarding school, and we dated for a little while. At least, until I ran away and joined the Fireflies.” Riley chuckles, “I’m surprised she’s with… what’s her name again?”

“Dina.” You say, plopping on the bed next to her, “Why are you surprised they’re together?”

“Yeah, why?” Addison gives her an intrigued look. When your food arrived, you all went inside to eat and hung out with Jesse and his friends for a bit. You could tell that there was something between Ellie and Riley by the surprise on both of their faces. You felt a little silly not having connected the dots that Jesse’s friend was the ex-girlfriend Riley talked about.

“No offense but Dina seems… a little bland for her. The Ellie I know is very outgoing and loves to do crazy things. We used to sneak out together and climb rooftops in Old Boston. We’ve even done graffiti.” Riley sighs, “The Ellie I saw in there was quietly sitting by her girlfriend and not joining in the card game. She loves playing Uno! I mean- I don’t know. People change, I guess.”

“Damn… Well, Y/n was totally into her.” Maddie smirks up at you.

“Maddie!” You gasp.

“No, no. Don’t try to deny it.” Stephanie playfully wags her finger at you, “You were eyeing her! I saw it!”

“Ellie is your type.” Riley adds on, only making the situation worse. Everyone was grinning at you, including Riley, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“Okay, yeah. I’m into Ellie. But! She’s with Dina and I don’t go after taken women.” You jab Addison who you know was going to tease you, “Besides, this is the one time I’ll be seeing her. So…” You shrug.

“Well, you can date her.” Riley says, “Even though she’s my ex, I don’t care if you date her. Hell, you’ll be perfect for her. If she’s ever single and into you.”

“Yes!” Lisa cheers, “Girl code won’t get in the way!”

“Speaking of girl code. Addison.” You smirk, “When are you going to ask Jesse out?” You watch as Addison’s face goes pink, making you snicker.

“He’s your roommate.” Addison clears her throat, “I shouldn’t date him.”

“Bullshit!” The girls chorus and you throw a pillow at her.

“You know Y/n’s actively encouraging you to date him!” Maddie hits her leg, “Ask him out! He’s into you, dummy!”

“Ugh, fine!” Addison groans, falling back on the bed, “I’ll do it in the morning.”

“YES!” You all cheer. After that, you continue to talk until you get tired. Everyone mutually agrees to head to bed, and you get comfortable before turning the lights out.

It’s only been an hour since you fell asleep, but you woke up and couldn't go back to bed. This was normal for you, so you were heading to the kitchen to make some tea. The only light in the house comes from the nightlights you have in the hallways. It made it easier to walk around at night, especially because your rooms are upstairs. You raise an eyebrow when you notice that the light is on, and pause when you see Ellie sitting at the island. ‘She’s awake this late? Did she have trouble sleeping, too?’

“Hey.” You say softly, making Ellie look up from the counter.

“H-Hey.” Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise, not a sign of sleep in them, “You’re up late.”

“I usually am, but this time I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” You take two mugs out, “What about you? Late night owl or insomniac?”

“Both.” Ellie chuckles, “Except this time, I’m just overthinking some things.”

“Would you like some chamomile tea?” You click on the kettle so it’ll heat up.

“That would be nice, thank you.” Ellie gives you a small smile. With a nod, you grab the tea leaves and the diffusers and place them into the cups. You didn’t like using tea bags, preferring to use the loose leaves instead. You take the seat across from her, waiting for the water to boil. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, not really knowing what to say. You get up and pour the water into the cups when the kettle clicks off.

“Here you go.” You place the mug in front of her, “Let it sit for a few minutes, and then you can add in the honey.”

“Thank you.” Ellie pulls the mug closer to her, “Do you… do that often?”

“Do what?” You question, placing the honey on the counter.

“Swim topless?” Ellie says quietly, a soft blush on her cheeks.

“Not often. The girls and I only do it when Jesse isn’t around. For the girls with bigger chests, it’s relaxing when they can’t feel the weight and it’s honestly nice not having to cover up all the time.” You take out your diffuser and start mixing in the honey, “I would’ve put my top back on if I knew other people were here.” You chuckle.

“That sounds nice.” Ellie smiles, “Although, I don’t really have any boobs.” She motions to her chest. Your eyes follow her movement, looking at her chest for a moment before you focus back on your tea. ‘I shouldn’t have looked, but my eyes followed her hand.’

“That doesn’t matter. Boobs are boobs.” You shrug, “I’m going to play with them no matter the size.” Ellie chokes on her tea as you take a sip of yours. You watch in amusement as she coughs. ‘I didn’t think she’d react like that to my statement, but it’s true. It doesn’t matter the size, boobs are amazing no matter what.’

“Sorry-” Ellie coughs again, “I didn’t expect you to say that so casually.”

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle, “I’m used to Jesse and my friends. We talk very bluntly about stuff like that.”

“How have you been friends with Jesse for so long and you’re just now meeting us?”

“I give him space to hang out with you guys, and I tend to schedule with my friends around that. Jesse only knows some of my friends because we grew up together.” You take a sip of your tea, pleased with the taste.

“Well, it was nice to talk with you today.” Ellie says, taking the diffuser out of her cup, “I’m sorry about what Dina said about your tattoo. I think it looks great. The line work is clean, and the shading is well done. I liked it.”

“Thank you.” You feel yourself blush, “It’s a piece I planned out myself. I’ve always found tattoos like that beautiful and wanted to get one… It hurt like a bitch though.” You chuckle.

“It for sure hurt more than mine.” Ellie grins and holds her arm out to you, slowly turning it so you can see the whole piece. It was a moth with a few fern leaves. Simple but elegant in its own way.

“It’s beautiful.” You run your fingers over it without thinking, “Does it have any special meaning?” There was something you found so attractive about tattoos, especially when they were on a cute woman like Ellie.

“It has to do with my adoptive dad and my past.” Ellie shivers at your touch but doesn’t acknowledge it, “I got this and he has something similar.”

“That’s cool.” You smile, “Cute, even.”

“Cute?” Ellie raises an eyebrow, “The girl at the tattoo studio told me I’d be scary, not cute. I think I have to get my money back.” She jokes, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry, but any tattoo on you would be cute. Even if it was a skeleton covered in blood or something.” You say teasingly, “That’s just the kind of vibe you give off.”

“Yeah? Well, your tattoo perfectly fits the mysterious girl-next-door vibe you give off.” Ellie winks, drinking from her cup as you laugh. Jesse used to joke about that when you were younger as you lived next door to him. The two of you would playfully complain to your parents that if he was a girl, you could’ve dated him. His mother would tease him and say that his hair was long enough to qualify him as one as it used to be down his back.

“Do you really get that vibe from me?” You grin at her.

“This is my first time meeting you, so… mysterious? Check. And, from everything Jesse has told me about you… girl-next-door? Check.” Ellie grins back.

“Jesse talks about me?” You raise an eyebrow, “My Jesse?”

“Yes, he talks about you.” Ellie chuckles, “You’re a part of his entire life. How could he not talk about you?” You meet her eyes, seeing them shine in the kitchen light. ‘They’re such a vivid green. I don’t think I’ve seen this shade before.’

“Tell me more.” You push your empty cup to the side.

“About?” Ellie gives you an amused smile, doing the same.

“Yourself. How about you tell me how you met Jesse?” You rest your head on your hand.

“Oh, man.” Ellie’s giggling and she hasn’t even said anything yet, “It’s a hilarious story.”

In the morning, you’re being hauled out of bed by a nervous Addison. So your group takes their time getting ready, wondering what to get for breakfast when Maddie brings up açaí bowls. You’re all instantly agreeing and you whip your phone out of your pocket to pull up the store’s website. The girls give you their orders and you add one for Jesse who was sure to strangle you in your sleep if you didn’t get him one.

After putting on your converse, you grab your bag and head downstairs with the girls. Riley would be the one going with you while everyone else sets up outside. You’d be heading back into the pool after breakfast and then the girls would be leaving before lunch. When you get downstairs, you see Jesse and his friends sitting around and drinking coffee. You and Ellie exchange smiles. Your conversation from last night was a fun one that was brought to an end when you could barely keep yourself awake.

“Morning, guys!” You chirp, “Riley and I are heading out for a food run. The girls and I ordered açaí bowls for breakfast. Did you guys eat already?”

“You ordered açaí bowls?!” Ellie jumps up from her seat on the couch, “Can I come with you? I fucking love them!” You and Riley share a look, your friend winking at you to show that she supported it. ‘What does she have planned?’ You groan internally.

“Sure thing, Els!” Riley responds. Ellie grins and comes over to the two of you, tucking her phone into her jacket pocket as she does.

“You’re going to get me one, right?” Jesse pouts.

“I already ordered yours.” You nod, “Send me the money when you get a chance.” With that, the three of you head for your car where Riley insists that Ellie sit up front with you. There’s an awkward hesitation, but Ellie slides into the passenger seat and you glare at Riley over the top of the car. Your friend smiles cheekily, ducking into the backseat as you sigh and hop in. The drive to the store is surprisingly full of energy as the three of you fall into conversation. Ellie and Riley take the time to reminisce on their childhood, telling you about some of the things they did together. You were happy that you were parked when they told you about the prank they played on their house monitor because you burst out laughing.

You all have large grins on your face when you go into the store. Riley goes straight to the pickup while you and Ellie continue talking on your way to the counter. You idly scan the room while Ellie looks at the order board, seeing two elderly women sitting down and drinking smoothies. ‘Early birds, huh?’ You smile to yourself, turning back to the board.

“Did you decide what you want to get?” You question Ellie.

“Ah, I wanted to try something new but I’m stuck between Chocolate Dreams and Sunset Crush.” Ellie pouts. ‘Awe, cute.’

“Well, do you want something sweet or are you going fruity?”

“I can’t go fruity if I’m already gay, Y/n.” Ellie playfully bumps your shoulder with hers, “You of all people should know that.”

“Then there’s your answer! Go for the chocolate one since you’re already so fruity.” You bump her shoulder in return. Ellie laughs and orders her bowl as Riley comes bounding over with the two bags that have your orders. It’s not long before Ellie gets handed her bowl and she comes over to you two with an excited grin.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice says from behind you. You turn around to see those elderly women from earlier giving you kind smiles.

“Oh, yes?” You smile sweetly, “Can I help you with something?”

“No, dear. We just wanted to say that it’s wonderful to see you and your girlfriend be openly affectionate like that. I wish I could have done that with my wife.” She smiles affectionately at the woman next to her. ‘Awe, they’re together… Wait, did she just call Ellie and me girlfriends?’ You pause. You open your mouth to tell them that you’re only friends when Riley speaks up before you.

“They’re such a cute couple!” Riley gushes, “I tell them this all the time. I’m so jealous of their relationship.”

“You’ll get there one of these days.” The woman pats Riley on the shoulder and smiles at you three, “Have a great day, girls… and don’t stop showing your love for each other.” They walk out holding hands before you can tell them you’re not with Ellie.

“Let’s go!” Riley guides you and Ellie to the front doors, you holding it open for them.

“Riley.” Ellie clears her throat, “...Did you tell those women that Y/n and I are dating?”

“Yup!” Riley chirps, waiting for you to open the car door for her.

“Why?!” You and Ellie shout, “We’re not together!”

“Come on, guys.” Riley pouts, “They looked so happy! I didn’t have the heart to tell them otherwise.” You groan and open the door for her, grumpily getting into the car. The whole drive back to your house, the three of you go back and forth on what Riley said. You and Ellie weren’t together and it didn’t feel right to say that you were when she was in a relationship. Sure you aren’t a big fan of Dina, but that didn’t make it right. Besides, attraction aside, you just met her! When you get back to the house, Riley jumps out of the car and you groan.

“...You know, she’s right.” Ellie sighs, “I wouldn’t have had the courage to tell them otherwise. Who wants to upset elderly ladies?”

“I know.” You sigh, “I wouldn’t have been able to, either. It just startled me, but it’s something Ry does.”

“Trust me, I know.” Ellie laughs, “Oh! By the way, give me your number?”

“Why?” You raise an eyebrow but take her phone from her.

“Dina doesn’t like açaí bowls, and sometimes I don’t want to go alone. I need a buddy to go with me, so I’m volunteering you.” Ellie grins. You laugh and put your number in her phone.

“I can get behind that.” You grin at her, “Just send me an S.O.S when you need an impromptu bowl run.”

“Great!” Ellie texts your phone and you add her number, “Look out because I’ll be texting you sooner than you think.”

“I look forward to it.” You smile.

Ellie was right when she said she’d text you sooner than you thought. It was only three days later when your phone pinged and she was asking you to tag along. The whole thing started with getting açaí bowls together, and then you invited her to go shopping with you one day. Soon, you and Ellie were hanging out at least twice a week when either of you got bored or wanted a friend to hang around with. There were things that she wanted to do but didn’t want to do alone. Abby - who is her childhood best friend - is a bounty hunter and can be gone for weeks at a time. With Jesse being the head of the ranger patrol, he worked long shifts on the days he was out and came home exhausted. Dina didn’t like the things Ellie loved, but you did, so it became obvious to ask you to tag along.

Over the next few months, you realized that Riley was right. It was like there were two different sides to Ellie. When it was the two of you, she was bouncing from the walls and talking like she couldn’t stop. She lays across you when hanging out on the couch or bed, likes holding your hand, and is a touchy person. You also learned that Ellie could be loud. Her laughter, her shouting, and even her voice gets louder when she’s excited or passionate about something. Yet, when you were on the phone and Dina comes around or she talks about her girlfriend, Ellie seems to deflate. It confused you - concerned you - but you didn’t ask about it, not wanting to be invasive on a topic that might be sensitive.

The more you hang out with her, the more you realize that you’re falling for her. Your heart would beat a little faster when she laid on top of you or when she gave you a smile that made her eyes shine. You had to clamp down on your feelings for her, choosing to keep your friendship and respect her relationship. Although, you found yourself acting on impulse a few times when it came to her. You’d buy something that you knew she’d like - a space pin, a pack of stickers, and a band or graphic tee. For her birthday, you went shopping for her gift before her party and Ellie excitedly squealed when she saw friendship bracelets. She rambled about how she never got to wear any when she was younger because she moved around so often, so you got a pair that has a little bat wing charm and connects when you hold hands. You didn’t go to her party since you already had plans with your friend group, but she called you later with all of the details. And, it wasn’t long before Jesse approached you about your little crush.

“Hey, Y/n?” Jesse questions as he hands your sushi roll, “When were you going to tell me about your crush on Ellie?” You pause, sushi halfway to your mouth that you slowly put back down into the container.

“I was planning on telling you when it went away.” You sheepishly smile, “Not even Ellie knows. I don’t want to complicate her relationship.”

“I’m your best friend! You should tell me these things so I can tease you about them.” Jesse whines, “I’m also your wingman! I can’t do my job if you’re not giving me the details.”

“Exactly! You’re my best friend and you’re also one of Ellie’s friends. What if you say something to her accidentally?” You huff, stuffing a piece of sushi in your mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that!” Jesse gasps, “I’ve never done that!”

“...Leah Hale from high school.” You deadpan.

“Oh.” Jesse blinks, “Right… Leah.”

“Mhm.” You hum, nodding your head, “To be fair, it was that one time, but I don’t want to chance anything with Ellie.”

“Yeah, I get that. Dina can be insanely jealous at times, too. If she knew you were into her?” Jesse sighs, “I told Ellie I didn’t care if she dated Dina, but I warned her about her. She seems to be a bit better with Ellie, but I’ve noticed that Els kinda loses herself when Dina’s around. I don’t pry but… I worry. I’m glad she has you around for company when I’m unavailable.”

“Is that why she doesn’t have friends?” You frown, connecting the dots, “Ellie said you’re the only close friend in her life.”

“Probably. I didn’t tell you, but Dina would try and keep me from hanging out with my friends. It helped that I’m closer to Ellie, Abby, and Manny. But, she liked to be with me every time I was free. I’d have to make plans in advance and not tell her about them.”

“Jess… Why didn’t you tell me about this?” You ask softly, moving over to hug him.

“Because I know you.” Jesse chuckles, voice thick with emotion, “Even though you’re not affiliated with the Corvids anymore, I’m sure you would’ve found a way for her to go missing. You’ve always been protective over me and my mother.”

“Damn right.” You nudge him, making him smile at you.

“Can you check on Ellie for me?” Jesse rubs his hands together, “Just… make sure she’s okay? I can’t do it with my busier schedule in preparation for the winter. If Dina is anything like how she was with me…”

“Don’t worry, Jess. I’ve got her.” You smile at him, “Now, is that everything about your relationship with Dina?”

“That’s everything.” Jesse nods, “I told you most of it, except for that… only took me four months to admit.” The two of you chuckle. You get up and head into the kitchen for the cheesecake you bought as dessert. The two of you like to indulge every once in a while, and when you found out the bakery had a midnight chocolate cheesecake Jesse immediately purchased it. So you cut two generous slices, plate them, and zip back out to the living room.

“Y/N, THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS IS ON!” Jesse screams just as you come out of the kitchen.

“TURN IT UP!” You scream, hurriedly sitting down and shoving his plate into his hands. The two of you curl up on the couch, turning the lights out to fully enjoy the movie. You make a mental note to text Ellie once it’s over, digging into your cheesecake and throwing your legs over Jesse’s.

Ellie lets out a yawn as Dina gets up and goes into the bathroom she just came from. Her eyes land on her strap on the floor and she sighs, internally reminding herself to get a new one. This one was one Dina had specifically told her to get after she threw away her old one. Dina’s reasoning was that she didn’t want to use something someone else used. It confused Ellie because she thoroughly cleaned her sex toys after every use, using cleaners specifically for them. But, she wasn’t about to go grab a silicone dildo from the trash so she relented.

As she’s pulling her boxers on, her phone vibrates and Ellie picks it up. A flicker of excitement goes through her when she sees Y/n’s name. ‘Hey there, Ellie-bean! Are you able to FaceTime tonight?’ Ellie bites her lip, feeling her mood go down when she realizes that she can’t video call with Y/n. If there was one thing Ellie knew better than to do around Dina, it was to talk to any of her friends. Her girlfriend tended to sit in or insert herself during conversations, sometimes hanging up the phone when she didn’t want Ellie talking. That’s why she had to keep her friendship with Y/n a secret. She didn’t want it to turn out like her friendship with Abby, where they only text if they’re not hanging out in person. Abby didn’t like not being able to have private conversations with Ellie, especially with her line of work. She didn’t want something like that happening with Y/n, too.

‘Sorry, Y/n/n. I’m with Dina right now. We can meet up tomorrow after my shift if you’d like?’ Ellie puts her phone back down, making sure to put it on do not disturb before she finishes getting ready for bed. As she cleans and disinfects her strap, she can’t help but think about Y/n. Ellie was thankful for her being in her life. She brought a lot more joy and actually gave Ellie someone to do things with. Having to keep her a secret was a price she had to pay for a solid friendship. She didn’t want to give it up.

��Are you ready to go to bed, babe?” Dina wraps her arms around Ellie, and surprisingly, Ellie doesn’t feel the same warmth she usually does.

“I’ll join you after I wash this off and put it away.” Ellie motions to the dildo.

“Okay, but don’t take too long.” Dina frowns. Ellie doesn’t say anything as she moves to the bathroom to wash off the disinfectant. ‘Why didn’t I feel anything? The same thing happened earlier during sex. I was in the mood at first and then it kind of fizzled out.’ She sighs to herself, drying off the toy before heading out and tucking it into a silk bag. As she’s putting it into the drawer, her phone starts ringing and makes her curse. Ellie slams the drawer shut, whirling around and rushing to answer whoever’s calling when she sees the little bee emoji. ‘Abby? Shit, why is she calling so late?!’ She sees Dina glaring out of the corner of her eye as she answers it.

“Abs?” Ellie is immediately going to her room door, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m outside your house. Put on your shoes 'cause we’re going for a drive.” Abby says, “Bring your wallet, too. Tell Dina you’ll be back in two hours.” Ellie pauses, going into her closet instead of through the door.

“You know it's 1 am, right?” Ellie snorts, shoving her feet into her crocs.

“I’m well aware. Wear your crocs, we’re going to our spot.” Abby hangs up, before Ellie can reply so she shoves her phone into her pocket. She could feel the dread in her as she leaves the closet and sees Dina’s glare once again. Ellie swallows hard and tries to calm herself down as she opens her mouth to speak.

“I’m heading out with Abby. It’s an emergency. I’ll be back in two hours!” Ellie says as she opens the door and runs out before Dina can respond. ‘I’m so screwed when I come back. I’ll be lucky to go to bed without an argument tonight,’ She sighs to herself but perks up at the thought of seeing her best friend. Abby’s car is waiting in the driveway by the main house, and Ellie runs over and hops into the car. She and Abby grin at each other as she puts her seatbelt on and they pull out of the driveway. They don’t say anything until they’re on the main road and a good distance from the house.

“So why are you picking me up so late?” Ellie questions, turning to look at her friend.

“We need to talk.” Abby responds, briefly glancing at her, “Like, seriously need to talk. That’s why we’re going to the lake. It’s the quietest place to talk and Dina doesn’t know where we hang out so even if she comes looking for us, she won’t find us.”

“Something tells me this is about Dina.”

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!” Abby grins. It takes a bit of time to get to the lake but in ten minutes, they’re getting out of the car. Abby grabs a thick blanket from the trunk of her car, and the two of them start walking to the lake. The only light they have is from their phones, but it’s enough for them to get where they’re going. When they find their regular area, they lay out the blanket and Abby drops a wooden box onto the ground. Ellie grins and opens it, pulling out the blunts that they rolled last week. She lights one and eagerly takes a drag before offering it to Abby.

“Go ahead and say what you’ve gotta say.” Ellie sighs, leaning against her friend.

“I know you have a crush on Y/n.” Abby pokes her, making Ellie jolt in surprise.

“What?! I don’t have a crush on Y/n!” Ellie denies.

“Don’t lie to me, Miller. I know you. You’ve been talking to me about Y/n instead of Dina and don’t think I didn’t notice the new bracelet on your arm.” Abby scoffs, “You’re head over heels for her.” Ellie’s gaze goes down to her arm where the bracelet sits on its own. Ever since she got it, she didn’t want to take it off unless she had to. The meaning behind it meant a lot to her. But crushing on Y/n? She didn’t want to admit it, but now that Abby pointed it out… she was. Things with Dina just didn’t feel the way they used to and granted that still wasn’t the best. Then, Y/n showed up. This tall, mysterious woman caught her interest the moment she saw her. She was the reason Ellie couldn’t sleep that night, uncomfortable with the way Dina had reacted toward her. After having that conversation, Ellie couldn’t get enough of her.

“Shit.” Ellie curses, sighing before she takes the blunt, “I am into Y/n. Really into Y/n.”

“Wait, did you not realize this?” Abby snickers.

“No. Not until you pointed it out.” Ellie inhales, taking another puff, “What the fuck do I do?”

“Leave Dina.” Abby says bluntly, “She’s controlling and overbearing. Leave her and go after the woman you want.”

You were running around your kitchen and trying to get everything set up before Ellie got here. Late last night, she asked if she could come over for dinner and you agreed. You knew how much she likes your eggplant parmesan, so you ran to the grocery store to get the things you needed for it. You also grabbed some oreo mousse from the bakery and blushed when you realized why you were doing this. In the back of your mind, you tried to remind yourself that it was only for a friend but you knew you were lying to yourself. And when you heard the doorbell ring, you nearly jumped out of your skin. With a deep breath, smoothing down your skirt, you head to the door and give Ellie a bright smile. Ellie was dressed in a way you’d never seen before. She was wearing a button-up with the first three buttons undone that’s showing some of her chest and partially tucked into her jeans. You swallow, feeling a little tongue-tied at her appearance as you try to fight a blush.

“Hey...” You breathe out, internally cursing at yourself.

“Hey.” Ellie gives you a nervous smile, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah! Yeah, come on in.” You get out of the way and let her inside. Ellie slips off her converses and the two of you head into the living room. You were still nervous about what you were going to say to her. How do you approach someone about their girlfriend? ‘This is crazy. I feel like I should have texted her about this instead, but this isn’t a text conversation. Ahhh, let this go by quickly! Damn Jesse for spending the night at Addison’s!’

“I cooked eggplant parmesan since I knew you were going to come over after patrol.” You smile at her, walking into the kitchen. Ellie watches you as you plate the food, her gaze on you a little more intense than you’re used to. It makes you feel a little self-conscious, glancing down at your outfit before you’re handing her a plate. The two of you sit at the dining table, sharing a shy glance before you’re digging into your food. Maybe it was nerves or the growing tension between the two of you, but you don’t speak a word to each other. You go through the whole meal without talking until you’re taking the plates to the sink.

“So, um…” Ellie clears her throat, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Ah… I wanted to ask you about your relationship. A-About how you and Dina are doing?” You ask, your back turned as you wash the dishes so you don’t see her startled look.

“Dina and I…? I actually broke up with her last night.” Ellie tries to say casually but you can hear the shakiness in her voice. You nearly drop the plate in your hands when she says that. Your heart pounds as you put it into the drying rack. ‘They broke up last night? Why? Is Ellie okay?’

“Are you okay? What happened?” You turn and look at her as you dry your hands.

"Dina and I got into a huge fight.” Ellie sighs, “I was out with Abby and she blew up on me when I got back. Dina didn’t like when I hung out with other people, especially when she was with me. She was just… very controlling in that aspect. She wanted it to be just her and I. And I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry you went through that Ellie.” You hug her and she rests her head against your shoulder, “Why don’t we grab the dessert and go up to my room to relax?”

“That’s fine with me.” Ellie nods, stepping out of your arms. You feel a little sad that she’s not in your arms anymore, but you grab the large container of mousse and two spoons. Ellie takes the spoons from you, grabs your hand and you hear a soft click as the charms connect. You feel your cheeks heat up at the warm feeling of her hand in yours. The two of you head up to your room, tossing the beanbags to the foot of the bed and snuggling up on them. You turn the television on, go onto Netflix and search for a movie to watch. Your heart is still pounding in your chest and you bite your lip. ‘She just broke up with Dina. I shouldn’t tell her that I’m into her… but I want to so badly. I want her to know that I like her as more than a friend.’

“Hey, Y/n? I have something else to say.” Ellie pops the container open and scoops out a generous amount of the mousse before turning to you, “I have a crush on you.” She shoves the spoon into her mouth and your eyes go wide. ‘She took the words out of my mouth.’

“That makes this so much easier!” You start laughing, “I have a crush on you, Ellie! I just didn’t want to say anything because you were in a relationship.”

“Well, shit! I was nervous for nothing then!” Ellie laughs with you.

“Why don’t we take this slow?” You offer, “You just got out of a relationship, and I don’t want to force you into a new one.”

“That’s fine with me.” Ellie nods, “But I do want cuddles from you.” You giggle and the two of you snuggle up with each other and become engrossed in the movie. At some point, you shyly asked Ellie if you could feed her some of the mousse and she let you. She asked if she could do it to you in return and you happily agreed. You were feeling fuzzy, but content with the fact that your feelings were out in the open. Ellie’s hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine, turning your attention to the tattoo on her arm. You smile and gently trace the lines of Ellie’s tattoo, paying close attention to the leaves of the ferns and admiring it.

“Can I see yours?” Ellie asks softly. You meet her eyes, thinking it over a bit.

“Yeah, but um I’d have to take my bra off to show you the whole piece.”

“T-That’s okay with me if it’s comfortable with you.” Ellie blushes.

“I’m okay with it.” You chuckle, “Come on.” You get off the bean bags, take your shirt off and toss it onto the end of your bed. With a flick of your fingers, your bra unhooks and you place it on top of your shirt. You lay down on the bed, guiding Ellie to sit next to you and she gets to see the entirety of your tattoo. Silently, you watch as she reaches out and shiver when her fingers caress beneath your breast.

“It’s so delicate.” Ellie whispers, her finger gliding over the thin lines and tickling you. You can’t help but get lost in the way it looks like she has a halo of light around her. ‘I know we’re supposed to be taking this slow, but her lips look so kissable.’

“Els?” You whisper, waiting for Ellie to meet your eyes before you speak, “Can I kiss you?”

“What happened to taking it slow?” Ellie smiles in amusement.

“You had to look so kissable.” You playfully pout. Ellie chuckles, but leans down and kisses you. It's sweet and tender with her hand resting on your side. Her lips are chapped and slightly rough against yours but you didn’t mind. If anything, it drove home that you were kissing Ellie and it wasn’t a dream. A thought pops into your mind and you break the kiss, stretching over to stick your hand into your bedside drawer.

“What are you doing?” Ellie raises an eyebrow. You grin at her as you pull out your chapstick, popping it open and putting some on your lips.

“I thought you needed some chapstick.” You giggle, grabbing her by her shirt and pulling her into another kiss. You’d be taking this relationship slowly, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t share a few kisses here and there.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #tall reader #short butch tall fem dynamic #Youtube

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chiruba · 4 years ago

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JJK BOYS' REACTING TO S/O IN A BUNNY OUTFIT !

req. hiii bestie !! i can smell potential in this account, so i'm here for a request ! jjk boys' reaction to their s/o wearing a bunny girl/boy outfit (they lost a bet) ?? maybe with... megumi, inumaki and gojo ?? thank you and i give you all my love and support for your work!!!❤️❤️️

an. HII BESTIE!! i loved this req omg and thank u for supporting me!! hope i did this req justice <3

ft. gojo, fushiguro, inumaki x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

genre. fluff

tw. a lil suggestive but like 99% sfw

► MASTERLIST ► TAGLIST ►

GOJO SATORU ►

— this mf would be so cocky and teasing about it

— definitely the type to whistle and wiggle his eyebrows

— he's probably the one that made the bet with you

— and of course he made it knowing he'd win

"satoru!" you whine from behind the closed bathroom door, thoroughly embarrassed. "are you kidding? i'm not wearing this!" well, to be fair, you were already wearing it, but coming out of your sacred space the bathroom in it? absolutely not.

"come on!" you heard him say, his tone clearly teasing and excited. "you lost the bet, after all!"

"and you cheated to win!"

"baby-"

"no."

gojo let out a dramatic sigh, and you could practically imagine him pressing an exaggerated hand to his heart. "fine!" he said, letting out another sigh, "i guess our bets mean nothing to you."

"it's a stupid bet, satoru-"

"i understand, don't worry." you groaned, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend's usual childish antics. you could hear him shuffling from the other side of the door, "i'll just go to bed." you let a sigh, glancing to the large mirror to your right, your reflection staring back at you. you felt your face get hot at the thought of showing this to gojo. i mean, you could use it to try and get back at your boyfriend for all the times he'd teased you, and maybe even fluster him a bit? impossible, but a girl can dream.

"...fine." you grumble so quietly you're unsure if he even heard it - until you hear the giddy squeal come out of your boyfriend's mouth from the other side of the door, catching you so off guard that you can't help but let out a snort. before you even have a chance to do so yourself, gojo swings open the door and catches you as you stumble out.

he grins at you cheekily, one eyebrow raised and a low whistle sounding from his lips. "you were already wearing it?" he asks, and before you can respond a bright light flashes in your eye, and you realise he's taking pictures.

"satoru!" you go to cover your head, immediately regretting your decision. "i'm changing back right now!" you exclaim and try to rush back into the bathroom, only to be stopped by him pulling you back gently, his chest colliding with your body.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ►

— BLUSHY BABY!

— he'd be so embarrassed even looking at you LOL

— doesn't mean he won't look though

— would probably be like "what are you doing?" all grumbly and annoyed

— but his eyes stay trained on you and the outfit

you didn't think last week that your saturday night would be spent waiting on your boyfriend's bed, dressed head to toe in a bunny girl outfit while you waited for him to get done showering. it originally began when nobara showed you a funny tiktok of someone else pranking their significant other while they were dressed in a bunny outfit, and you'd both joked about doing it to your respective significant others. you had teased nobara, doubting that maki would be flustered even by such an outfit, which then led her to tease you about how fushiguro wouldn't even bat an eye at it. and, well, here you are.

you want to blame nobara for this entire fiasco, but you can't help the scratch of curiosity you yourself have about your antisocial boyfriend's reaction. if you're being entirely honest, the thought of making him flustered makes you a bit giddy. you decide to wrap yourself in his bed covers, seeing that fushiguro's designated showering time is ending soon, and then duck your head under the covers like a child hiding from a monster. the door lock clicks, and you hear the familiar sound of the sliding door.

"what are you doing?" fushiguro asks, closing the door behind him as he makes his way over to the mound on his bed. you giggle and hug the covers closer.

"take a guess," you tease, and you were sure if you could see him he'd be rolling his eyes.

"i don't know," he responded bluntly, "are you cold? i'll warm you up." you could hear the slight grumble in his voice at the last part, clearly still getting used to voicing his affections. it made your heart flutter a little, and you decided to stop teasing, mostly because it was the first time today you'd be able to see your boyfriend's face. you quickly pulled the covers back, sitting up on his bed as you stared up at fushiguro with an innocent grin.

"wha?!-" fushiguro spluttered, pink immediately beginning to stain his cheeks. his mouth hang open as he stared at you, eyes rapidly glancing around your outfit. "what are you doing?" he asked, gulping obviously after his sentence.

"what do ya think?" you teasingly asked, deciding to stand up and give a quick spin around, only flustering fushiguro further. "maybe this should be my halloween outfit? oh, we could even match! you could be a magician-" fushiguro let out a noise similar to a growl, and the next thing you knew, you were back in his bed, covers one again wrapped around your body like a cloak.

"no." he said plainly, and you had to hold back your laughter.

"no? no what, love?" he scrunched up his face at the nickname, but you could tell he liked it just by the simple fact that he'd never told you to stop. your teasing smile dropped when he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting on your ear as he whispered,

"i wanna be the only one to see you that way."

INUMAKI TOGE ►

— he got so flustered at first omg

— and said the one word that came to his mind - "wow."

— inumaki has such great control when it comes to his speech, he already knew it would be a safe word

— what he doesn't have great self-control over is, honestly, his love for you

— inumaki's just so amazed at how you're his s/o

— after he gets over his initial flustered reaction, he tackles you in affection <3

you were sure that you've never been more embarrassed in your life than now. nobara had suggested the grand idea of playing 'truth or dare' for girls' night, and sadly, your turn had ended up in maki's hands. you thought that maki couldn't come up with anything too bad, especially not this late at night, and so you went with the dare.

...and now here you are, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, standing in the middle of your boyfriend, inumaki toge's, room. the outfit was bought last halloween as a complete joke between the three of you, and you had completely forgotten about it afterwards, keeping it in the deepest part of your closet. how had maki even come up with that on the spot? damn her brains. your phone pinged, vibrating on inumaki's desk where you had put it, and you glanced over to see nobara's text;

'he's coming!!'

the simple message made your heart pound, your head frantically snapping back to look at the door as you waited for your boyfriend to come through. you held your breath when you heard a key being inserted into the door, and a small noise of surprise when inumaki realised the door wasn't locked. he quickly understood that you were most likely in his room.

"kombu-" inumaki froze, quite literally froze. it reminded you of the times he'd unzipped his collar and whispered the words "don't move,", his enemies bodies going rigid just as his just did.

you began to speak, and then realised, what the fuck were you meant to say in this situation? you'd been so focused on when inumaki would come through the door, you hadn't even thought about what to say when he did. you quite literally felt the way your heart fluttered when you heard inumaki let out a quiet breath, and you heard him whisper,

"wow."

it was already rare to hear your boyfriend's soft voice, even when he was simply speaking in onigiri ingredients, and you were shocked that you had caused this much of a reaction from him.

inumaki finally took back control of his body as he dropped the plastic white bag full of late-night snacks he was out getting, quickly shutting the door behind him and rushing over to you. his arms snaked around your waist, and you stumbled when he pulled you from the middle of his room to his bed.

"toge!" you yelled, arms wrapping around him automatically. you giggled when he began bombarding you in kisses, kissing you on the tip of your nose, the corners of your mouth and continually along your jaw, each a sweet peck full of affection that was more than enough to convey inumaki's feelings. "toge," you whined, now lowering your voice, "maki and nobara are probably right outside the door!" inumaki continues to hold you close while he reaches into his shorts pockets, pulling out his phone and typing a quick message, still giving you sweet pecks as you read his text.

'too bad. ur mine now <3'

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3

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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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Let me help you

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Because I like a bit of hurt/comfort, and I love the idea of an omega depression, I'm curious on how alpha third years on Aoba Johsai (so like Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun) would do in response to their omega being in an omega depression.

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note: Oikawa’s got really long, so I didn’t include Mattsun or Makki. If you wanna request a part 2 I’ll get on it right away!

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Truth be told, it was kind of his fault.

➵Right after you both bonded, he immediately seemed to drop any redeeming qualities he had while courting you.

➵He skipped out on dates, stayed later and later at practice, gave the mile to his fangirls.

➵And while you could get over that, the worse thing you realized was when you went to cheer him on at one of his games.

➵His bond mark was covered with a scent gland bandage and when Iwaizumi noticed it (He knew of your bonding), he sent a worried glance your way.

➵He could practically see the heartbreak from his place on the court.

➵What was worse was that you didn’t make a scene.

➵You stood, turned and left. That was it.

➵ Oikawa was busy doing his pre-game whatever to notice, making the situation even worse.

➵Iwaizumi wanted to follow you but the whistle of the ref called him back.

➵ You didn’t want Iwaizumi to follow you anyway.

➵You felt numb. So, so numb.

➵Like anything you previously felt-- any longing, or wishing for your alpha-- reduced to a numb buzz that kept your body moving.

➵You felt like you were on Autopilot.

➵Toru made it fairly obvious that he wanted your bond mark on display, so why weren’t the same standards held to him? It wasn’t against the rules of volleyball-- several alphas had theirs out on proud display with their omega cheering in the stands.

➵Was it you?

➵God, you felt so empty. Like your will to live was dripping away.

➵You felt your omega lay down, whining as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Where did you go wrong?

➵You barely felt the soft fleece of your blankets as you settled into your nest for who knows how long.

___

Toru was lost. You were in the stands during warm-up last game, but was gone by half-time. Okay, fine. Maybe you had to pee. But then you didn’t show up at all after that. While at the time it took a back burner-- because we all know how Oikawa plays-- it was now front and center. His alpha was on edge and snapped on him twice already, sending sharp throbs of pain to his temples. It had been three days since Toru had seen you, his mate, so Toru could tell that was a big reason for his frustration. But Toru didn’t know why you had been gone for three days.

If you were sick, why didn’t you text him? Were you injured? Toru didn’t know. His neck burnt with anticipation at the thought of you in any peril.

Where were you?

Shoving his way past a few fangirls, Toru made his way into the gym, racking his brain for any sort of hint. Vacation maybe and you just forgot to tell him?

“Iwa-chan! I need your-” Toru paused, huffing when Iwaizumi roughly shoved past him. His alpha was on guard immediately, making Toru growl loudly. “What’s you issue, Iwa? Blue-balled or something?”

The laugh that left Iwaizumi made even him, the head alpha, shiver. “My issue? What’s yours?! You absolutely destroyed your relationship last game and ask me for help?! What the hell is wrong with you, Oikawa?!”

Oikawa swallowed. There was no nickname. No sense of friendship in his words. They were straight malice, laced with acidic venom meant to hurt him.

When Oikawa didn’t immediately answer, Iwaizumi continued. “You make them wear their bond mark for all the world to see, but cover yours up? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?! How in the hell you got someone like them to glance your way for more than a second is beyond me, let alone bond you; but when you do, you fucking destroy them. You’re a failure of an alpha, Toru Oikawa.”

Truth be told, Oikawa thought that him covering up his bond mark would save you from trouble. The less people who knew about him being mated the less people to harass you. But he was your alpha. He was supposed to make sure that didn’t happen anyway. Fuck, Iwa was right. He was a failure. This became evident as more and more things came hurdling back at him. He didn’t even grab his duffel before he was, quite literally, sprinting out of the gym. He didn’t care who he pushed over. He didn’t care who he snapped at. He didn’t care. He only care about one person and one person alone.

___

You whined as hunger continued gnawing at your gut. You wanted to eat, really, but you just didn’t have the energy. You didn’t have the will.

You still felt so numb and didn’t know where to go from here. At this point, it was clear you were in the midst of an Omega Depression, and to be fair-- that scared you. You wanted to spend the evening in your nest, restart and reboot, before talking to your alpha about it the next day. You truly didn’t mean to drop.

But here you were. The aspect of ...starvation scared you. The aspect of no closure for yourself scared you. Death scared you. But you couldn’t fight yourself to fix it. Couldn’t bring yourself to even lift your head or stay awake for more than an hour.

The door to your room slammed open, but you didn’t look up. It was probably your guardian coming in to try and get you to eat again. But you wouldn’t.

Your heart dropped when the smell of burnt plastic invaded your sense.

“No- no, no, no, no no- Please god no-” Oikawa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you. You looked like you had both feet dangling in the grave, hanging on by a loose root you grabbed onto in a last ditch effort.

He continued repeating no while running his hands through his hair, already crying before he even set foot in your room. When he did dare step closer, that was all it took before he was running to you, pulling you in close despite your whines of protest. His grip on you was bruising, but he couldn’t risk letting you slip. Not again.

“Please- please don’t leave me.” He sobbed into your shoulder, your own eyes stinging (Dehydration keeping tears from falling). “I- I can fix this- I can fix us. Fuck- Please Y/N. Please omega, let me help you. Let me make this right!”

Though you didn’t say anything, the grip on his jacket told him all he needed to know. And though it would be a long road to recovery, you and him would conquer it.

➵ Completely contrary to Oikawa, your drop wasn’t anyone’s fault.

➵Maybe the school systems, if there was blame to be put.

➵So much had gone on in such a short period.

➵You and your alpha, along with his team, had been bombarded with practice and paperwork in preparation for the upcoming tournament.

➵But just because volleyball picked, doesn’t mean school drops off.

➵ You had essay after essay due, Unit exams which would soon fall into Final exams.

➵You and Hajime had barely even seen each other all week.

➵You both still sent each other good morning and good night texts, and if you see each other in the hallway you’ll give each other a quick peck.

➵Honestly, it was obvious everyone was on edge.

➵Teachers didn’t care though, they just kept piling on more, and more, and more work.

➵ And volleyball just kept getting closer and closer.

➵You stumbled into the gym with a chirp, trying to sort through the multitude of papers in your arms.

➵Your back was aching and your arms were strained, but you couldn’t drop them. That would be a disaster.

➵ The coach sent you a raised brow, offering a hand to help. You waved him off, sitting on the bench with a grunt.

➵Everyone was already sweaty and panting, practice in full swing.

➵God, everyone looked so tired already.

➵You could feel the waves of exhaustion.

➵ As they were just in deep in your bones as they were in theirs.

___

“Did you finish filling out the registry forms?”

You looked up to the coach, nodding slowly before riffling through your papers and pulling out the ones you were looking for. You handed them to the beta, quickly going back to your notes once more.

You noted the stumbled steps and slowed reflexes, but simply made it a point to emphasize rest with the boys. Maybe a day with no practice would do them more good then practice.

Hajime was doing well, as usual, somehow keeping his head and energy high. You know he hasn’t gotten much rest either, and you felt for your alpha. Honestly, you just wanted one day with just you and your alpha, where you both could sleep the day away and come back good as new.

That just sounded glorious.

“You wouldn’t mind filling out the ref sheets either, would you?” The beta smirked, already handing you the sheets. He knew you had a tough time saying no to people older and/or bigger than you; and had you doing several things that most mangers would never touch.

It was tiring.

You reluctantly took the sheets, already starting on them. The notes you were working on were yanking from under you, the coach reading over them.

He scoffed at your note of possibly skipping a practice. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Take a break?! These boys are on the brink of a skillful breakthrough, and you want to stop them?!”

You closed in on yourself at the yells, trying to focus on the ref sheets. He continued yelling and berating you for the notes you made. You could feel the teams stares on you, but you also knew they wanted you to learn to stand up for yourself. They had been giving you a few minutes to try and collect yourself and if nothing happened they would step in.

It only took seconds for you to finally break down, sobbing into your hands as the coach’s yelling reached a breaking point. The team took very time to act then and there.

Oikawa and Kyoutani were snapping and growling, pushing him back and away from you while Hajime slid onto his knees in front of you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your bond mark. He rocked you side to side, purring and letting you cry.

You sobbed and sobbed while the coach tried backtracking, but it was too late. The pack was on defense. One of them was in danger and they were going to make sure they all were safe.

___

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, your in Hajime’s arms, which are wrapped tight around your waist.

Oikawa was on the other side of you, head on Hajime’s thigh, Makki and Mattsun were cuddling together a little to the left of you. Kyoutani was closest to you (He had a soft spot for you, almost like you were another older sister to him). You ran a hand through his hair for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out. The rest of the team was scattered in the puppy pile around you, and the gym was dark.

In fact, everything was dark. There were chairs propped up by the door, just in case you supposed, and there were jackets littered everywhere. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

Hajime’s arms subconsciously tightened around you, luring you back into sleep.

You, your alpha, and your pack.

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robinofgothamcity · 4 years ago

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“if we go down, then we go down together. they'll say you could do anything, they'll say that I was clever. if we go down, then we go down together.”

♡ pairing: kushida, timothy thatcher x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / if yall want a part two, i can def make that happen btw.

“i’m exhausted,” you murmured to Indi, making her laugh, “why? up all night with Tim?” she giggled. you rolled your eyes at the comment, not realizing that he was behind you. he put a coffee in front of you, not saying anything before leaving, “he’s so in love with you,” she said.

you shook your head, denying it, “please, we all see the way he looks at you. it isn’t hard to tell,” she emphasized the last part. “he’s just a friend Indi. you’re friends with other people here and I don’t try to intrude in on it,” you retorted, taking a sip of the coffee.

Indi groaned, not bothering to continue the conversation. it was like everyone but you noticed it. they saw the heart eyes Tim had for you. it was like he waited on his hands and knees for you which was surprising considering the kind of person Timothy was. he didn’t seem like the kind of person to simp and nevertheless so openly.

“aww, where’d you get the coffee?” Candice asked, “Tim brought it for me so I can’t really tell you where he got it for me,” you told her. she sighed, sitting down and sipping her water, “of course he did. the two of you dating yet?” she asked off-handedly.

you sighed as Indi screamed in appreciation, “it’s exactly what I said! but she didn’t believe me,” Candice laughed, not bothering to pay attention to your protests, “everyone in a quarter radius knows how our resident ‘angry’ wrestler feels about you,” she said in fits of chuckles.

“you guys really think so?” you asked genuinely, “yeah!” Indi exclaimed, “literally everyone knows he is practically in love with you. you could seriously just walk up to kiss him and he’d be fine with it,” Candice added on.

you sat on what they said for a moment before getting up and smiling at him, “i’m gonna go talk to him,” you stated, “maybe finally get a truthful answer to both of your conspiracy theories.”

Indi and Candice clapped happily, following behind you but far enough so Tim couldn’t see they were eavesdropping onto the conversation. you walked into the hallway that you knew he would be prepping himself at for his match. what you walked into was what you didn’t expect.

you saw Tim sitting with a girl, extremely close you had to note. your eyebrows fluttered in confusion as you saw Tim lean in to give her a kiss on the cheek. you tiptoed your way out of the hallway before looking to Candice and Indi with teary stained eyes.

“( your name ),” Indi whispered as she saw you wipe your face with a smile on your face, “didn’t I tell you? he didn’t like me and I really was not in the mood to see him kiss another girl,” you told Indi, “so I think I’m just gonna go ahead and get ready for my match,” you told the two before heading out.

the two of them looked at each other, sighing before following you, “listen, we all thought he did. we had no idea he was seeing someone considering the way he is around you,” Candice tried to say as you shook your head, “it’s fine. it’s not much to me anyway. he’s always been a friend to me so it’s not like it’s going to bother me if he does have a girlfriend or something, “I gotta go though. I have a match against Scarlett tonight,” you informed the two before going into makeup.

they wanted to follow you but knew it was no use. you sat the entire time at makeup, talking to Scarlett about a few new moves you wanted to try on her so she wouldn’t freak out when you tried them. there was word that the feud you had ongoing with her would turn into feud that brought Karrion into it but they still hadn’t told you who your partner was if they did bring him in.

just as they finished your makeup and you tied your boots, you couldn’t help but notice how packed backstage was getting. everyone was extremely into the feud you had with Scarlett and eventually, you knew the women’s title belt was going to get brought into the conversation.

“ready for tonight?” you heard Hunter ask you. you nodded excitedly, “yeah! super pumped actually. ready to release some anger if i’m being honest,” Hunter laughed, patting you on the back, “well, I think you’ll like how the match goes. just don’t freak out too much.”

you wanted to question what he meant by that but you didn’t get time too as your theme rang off throughout the arena. you saw Timothy try and catch your attention but you were too pissed off and hyper-focused to bother to respond to him.

as you made your way to the ring, you saw Scarlett already inside, prepared to attack you at any given minute. you gave her a smirk, wiping your boots on the mat in an Imperium styled fashion. the bell didn’t even ring off yet as the two of you instantly attacked each other.

the match seemed to be going in all different directions as the crowd yelled loudly in anticipation for one of you to finally pin the other. just as you had the chance to pin Scarlett, the lights went off indicating that someone was walking or appearing into the ring.

as soon as the lights came back on, you saw Karrion inside, looking at you with a devious smile. you felt panic rising, not knowing who was going to help you and a part of you hoped that it wouldn’t be Tim to be the one come to your aid.

“fuck,” you whispered as you managed to get yourself into a corner. just as Scarlett and Karrion were about to attack, you heard Kushida’s music blare from the speakers, catching you extremely off guard. you smiled, crawling out the ring, quickly giving him a smile before the two of you ran inside together.

you had no idea why Kushida was going to be the one to be your partner but you didn’t mine. the two of you were friends and went out together whenever a large outting happened.

Scarlett and Karrion sized the two of you up as you and Kushida kicked them swiftly in the abdomen. they both went down instantly as you and Kushida got on top of them, trying to get blows into them but the refs managed to come in time to stop the two of you.

you and Kushida stepped back, not wanting to get kicked out of the ring. you smiled at him, giving him a hug in appreciation. you didn’t miss the small blush crawling on his face as the two of you slowly walked backstage. by the time you reached backstage, you were excitedly talking to him and vice versa.

“how would you like to work together?” Hunter asked, approaching the two of you, “it seemed like great chemistry out there.” you looked at Kushida for an answer, “I’d like love too!” you exclaimed as Kushida nodded just as excitedly. “great, it was either him or Timothy but a hunch told us to go with Kushida.”

you laughed, “glad you picked him!” you exclaimed, “well, we’d like to get press photo’s for the two of you to release them by tonight so get touched up and meet us in the photography room in twenty.”

“hey partner!” you told Kushida, “it’s going to be fun working with you,” he said shyly. you smiled, hugging him once again, causing Kushida to blush, “yeah it is. I’m glad you’re my partner,” he complimented, kicking a scrap piece of junk that was on the floor.

Kushida waited on you to finish up your makeup touches before heading over to the photography room. on the way there, you saw Tim walking towards you and that angry feeling came over you again. you instantly walked closer to Kushida, trying not to get into conversation with Tim.

“okay, so we have a couple of poses we’d like to put you guys in and then you have free rein to pose however you’d like.”

you and Kushida nodded as you got into the position they put you in. one day you and Kushida just smiling at the camera while another had you on Kushida’s back, smiling at each other. outside of the room was Indi, Candice, and Tim looking inside discreetly.

“aren’t they kind of cute together in some odd way?” Indi said, seeing if she’d get a reaction out of Tim, “yeah, the chemistry inside the ring was kind of cute. you can see him getting flustered around her,” Candice added on.

Tim on the other hand tried to keep his composure together but ultimately failed as he ended up getting pissed off and it showing. the final pose you and Kushida did was putting on each others merch and ending up in that same piggyback position.

after the photos were over, you looked at Kushida, “wanna catch dinner? it’s still pretty early and I’m kind of starving.” Kushida instantly lit up, “sure, my treat as a way of thanking you,” he said as the two of you walked out the room. you turned the cheek to Tim as you smiled at Candice and Indi, “Kushida and I-,”

“you can call me Yujiro.”

you laughed as you continued, “Yujiro and I want to catch dinner. any of you down?” you asked.

they nodded no, looking at each other and trying to figure out where the sudden interest in your partner came from. this wasn’t the first time you had paired yourself with another male wrestler on the roster but this was the first time you actually went out of your way to hang out with them.

“nah, Johnny and I are busy,” Candice lied as Indi made one up herself to not go, “well alright! don’t say I didn’t asked,” you relied as you walked away from them with Kushida walking alongside you.

you had separated from him to get dressed when you finally ran into Tim once again, “hey,” he said, trying to stop you from walking away, “where you headed?” he asked. you sighed, rolling your yes discreetly, “having dinner with Yuji in a few minutes. I’ll talk to you later.”

Tim was taken back by the sudden attitude you gave him but when you finally reunited with Kushida again, it was completely gone. Kushida had hooked his arm around you, leading you out of the Full Sail and into one of your cars. his mind raced with different thoughts on why you were no longer reciprocating the feelings you once did.

throughout the few weeks, you and Kushida continued to partner up with each other. on some nights, it was with Scarlett and Karrion and other nights it was with Candice and Johnny. Hunter wanted to test out how the chemistry between you and Candice went before replacing the feud you had with Scarlett with Candice instead.

you got to catering, putting food on the table as Kushida had saved you a spot with the Breezango tag team and ironically enough, the tag team of Fabian Aichner and Marcel Barthel.

“hey,” you greeted everyone as Kushida pulled your chair out before pushing it back in and sitting back down, “aww, don’t tell me he’s keeping up the sweet persona out of the ring as well,” Marcel joked as he poked at Kushida’s actions.

you sat confused, “what do you mean?” you asked, “he’s really keeping up that shy and sweet persona with you even outside the ring?” Fabian added on. you rolled your eyes, “well I mean, I would hope so considering we are kind of seeing each other.”

everyone at the table stopped their actions, not expecting what you were saying, “what do you mean ‘seeing each other’,” Tyler asked, not suddenly interested. “we’re dating,” Kushida responded, lifting up both of your hands, showing that you were holding each others hand from underneath the table.

“YOU’RE DATING KUSHIDA,” Curtis practically screamed. you tried shushing him but it didn’t work as everyone around you paused their conversations to look at the two of you, “no way!” Indi yelled, running over to you, “you’re dating him? like for real?” she asked.

you looked at Kushida was practically trying to hide his face in his sweater from embarrassment, “yes, we are. jesus christ, why is this such a big deal?” you asked, kind of annoyed. Indi shook your shoulders, “we didn’t think it’d be this early,” Marcel replied, “and honestly we thought you and Tim were a thing,” Fabian murmured.

Tim had been listening to the entire conversation, fuming at what he was hearing. just a month ago, the two of you were practically seconds from dating and now you were dating Kushida? he saw the way Kushida looked at you and frankly, it reminded him of himself. Kushida had the same heart eyes for you that he did.

eventually, after the mess of conversation ended, you and Kushida walked away to start getting ready for the match. Tim followed the two of you to the locker rooms, trying not to get caught in the process.

you looked at Kushida and placed a kiss on his lips, “you okay with everyone knowing now?” you asked as he brought you in for another kiss, “fine with it. maybe your friend Tim will finally stop liking you.” you laughed shaking your head, “he’s nothing. you’re the only one who’s in this position anyway.”

Kushida brought you in for another kiss, this one getting a bit steamier before he released you, “later, we got to get ready,” he whispered before heading into the mens locker room. you stood mesmerized for a few minutes as Tim walked into the hall, “you and Kushida?” he asked suddenly.

you nodded in response, trying to walk away.

“what did that happened?” he asked. you rolled your eyes dramatically, “a few weeks ago. why is it any of your concern?” you asked. Tim stood close to you, faces inches away from each other, “because you were mine,” he stated.

you laughed, not believing what he was saying

“you said it! the magic word was ‘were’.”

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1-800-hellraiser · 4 years ago

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Underfell!Sans x Female!Reader

Hello! I'm back with an Underfell Sans oneshot! I'm an absolute S I M P for this man. Anyways, PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMER BEFORE THE ONESHOT!!! Underfell is NOT my Au, it belongs to @VictheUnderfella. Undertale is made by Toby Fox, Sans and Underfell!Sans aren't my characters! The reader will use She/Her pronouns (sorry dudes and nb pals). Have fun reading :)

❗DISCLAIMER❗

This oneshot contains mentions of verbal and physical abuse, mentions of the aftermath of abuse, smoking, and swearing! If you are triggered by/ uncomfortable with reading about these topics, I suggest you don't read this oneshot. If you're not triggered by/ uncomfortable with reading about these topics, you can proceed forwards.

I also made a reader insert, your character is not a human. The character can be found here. I will write this in a way where it includes everyone, I just made the ref sheet so I can at least have something to go off of in terms of outfit/makeup/species of monster.

I Wanna Be Yours

Word count: 3,936

Song: I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

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"Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours. I wanna be yours."

Flick. Your lighter lights with a simple motion of your thumb. You hold the lit cigarette to your dark colored lips and take a puff. You developed the nasty habit of smoking when you first became a part of the Royal Guard. Being a Guardswomen is tough, considering you actually had a kid fall down into the underground a day ago. You never thought it would happen to be honest, maybe you can finally get out of this hell hole and away from the insufferable assholes that inhabit it. Except for Sans. Sans has been your only escape, your safe haven. You met him through his brother, Papyrus. When you first became a Royal Guardswomen, you met Papyrus and Sans. After having a somewhat awkward conversation with the smaller skeleton, you both hit it off instantly. You two actually share a sentry station near the Ruins.

Both of you share puns and stories with one another. Stories about the good, the bad, and sometimes, the ugly. Sans isn't the most trusting person. It took you a while for him to open up to you about his past. About a year and a half to be exact. Once he told you a bit about his past, you felt so bad for him. Even though he doesn't want pity, you can't help but feel bad. His brother is a very verbally and physically abusive person, especially when things don't go his way. Papyrus usually takes his anger out on someone, and that someone is usually Sans. You want to take him away from this situation. You want him to live an abuse-free life. You want him to be happy. As soon as you leave the underground, you want to take him away with you, if he lets you, of course. But for now, you just have to be there for him when he needs you to be.

"Ay Y/n, you okay?" Sans says, waving his skeletal hand in front of your face. "Uh, yeah, I'm good, I just kinda zoned out." You mumble, taking another drag of your cigarette. Sans looks at you skeptically before returning back to what he was doing. Suddenly Sans turns to you "Ya wanna go to Grillby's?" He asks. "Yeah, I got nothin' else to do." You respond. He takes your hand and teleports into the small diner. You two take a seat at your usual spot at the bar. "I'll take my usual," Sans says to Grillby, you order your f/f. You and Sans just chill and talk while enjoying your meals. After cackling at Sans' story of Papyrus somehow getting his head stuck in a bucket, he goes quiet. You ask him what's wrong. "Can I ask you somethin' Bud?" He asks. "Shoot at me." You reply. "What would you do if you lost the person you love most?" He questions, you're a bit stunned at the serious question.

"I think I'd go crazy. I don't think I could live without the person I love most. Why do you ask?" You question the edgy-looking skeleton. "No reason, I'm just curious 's all." He says, shrugging. You nodd skeptically, you knew he was going to say something else, but then decided against it. After your meal, you realize it's actually pretty late. About six pm, to be exact, both of your sentry shifts ended two hours ago. "Shit! I gotta go, Papyrus is going to crucify me if I'm not back by six. Same time tomorrow, Dollface?" You chuckle, "Same time everyday, Sans," You retort. "I wish he meant to call me Dollface." Wow, that thought came out of nowhere. A blush spreads across your p/f/c (pastel favorite color) cheeks. You and Sans always call each other pet names, platonically, of course. Sighing, you begin walking to your apartment. There was a small apartment complex behind Grillby's that you live in. You used to live in Waterfall, but moved to Snowdin once you got paired with Sans to your sentry station. Even though sentry can change in an instant, you and Sans mostly stay in Snowdin.

Arriving at your apartment, you fish your keys out of your pants pocket. You open the door and sigh a sigh of content. After chucking off your boots near the door, you trudge to your bedroom and change into a pair of black sweatpants and a baggy blue shirt that says "Big Dick Is Back In Town" on it in Times New Roman font. You turn out the lights and collapse on your bed. Within seconds, you're fast asleep. At seven thirty am your alarm rings in your ear. You proceed with your morning routine, you shower, do your hair, put on some makeup, and get dressed. When you go to get dressed, you realise something. "Fuck I forgot to wash my work clothes yesterday!" You groan. You literally have four of the same pairs of pants and shirts you wear for work. You sigh exasperatedly, you have to wear the same ones you did yesterday again. Grabbing your phone, you set a reminder to wash your work clothes tonight at six thirty.

After that, you put on your boots and leave your apartment. Taking a few shortcuts, you arrive at your shared sentry station, cigarette in between your clawed fingers. You sigh, Sans isn't even at the station yet. Anxiously, you wait at the station. About ten minutes later, Sans finally appears at the station, panting and shaking. "Are you okay?" You ask, concerned. "Does it look like I'm fuckin' okay to ya'?" He snaps back. Shocked, you stay silent. You know he doesn't mean to snap at you when he's mad, it's best to give him some space for a bit. You excuse yourself from the station, saying you forgot your phone at your apartment. "Make it quick, I don't want Papyrus to catch you." He says, your breath hitches. Oh, so that's what happened this morning. "I'll be careful, I promise." You reassure, taking a shortcut through the woods to Grillby's. You go in, and order Sans' usual and your f/f to go. As soon as you get the food you leave for the station again. You pop out the same way you entered, right behind the station.

"I'm back." You announce, setting the plastic bag containing food in the front of the sentry station. "Where'd that come from?!" "Uh...Grillby's?" You say, "No-I mean-" sans sighs "I thought you had to go grab your phone from your apartment." He says, you chuckle. "Yeah, I lied. I thought you needed a little pick-me-up, considering the way you came to the station this morning." You explain, tail swishing a bit behind you at the uncomfortable subject. "Oh, well, thank you. I appreciate it, Doll." He says in a sincere manner. You love when he's soft with you when no one is around. In the Underground, it's considered "weak" to show genuine emotion outside of your home. You wish it wasn't like that, but sadly, this is the reality you have to live in for now. For now, you can only be there for Sans when he needs to show his emotions. He can't even show emotions in his own home, Papyrus will be a dick and judge him for it. It's not fair at all.

"Ya alright, Y/n?" Sans asks, pulling out of your thoughts. "Hm? Oh yeah." You respond, now realising how angry you must look. "Yeah, you looked pissed. Is somethin' up?" He asks, you sigh. You knew you'd have to bring this up eventually. "I'm just, so angry at your brother." "Why?" You look down at Sans. "Sans, he treats you like utter garbage! Why do you keep going back to him?" You sigh out exasperatedly. "Because I care about him, even if he doesn't care about me." He says sadly. Your e/c eyes widen. You get it now. He's the only one he has left that's his family. "Sans, I'm sorry. I know Papyrus is your brother, I'm just worried. All the scars he leaves you with. What if he damages you permanently?" You explain, biting on your black claw. Another habit you obtained from joining the Royal Guard. You look at Sans for an answer, you see a gentle red blush spread across his face. "I appreciate you caring Bud, I really do. But I can handle it myself." He says, looking you in the eyes. His red pinpricks aligning with your e/c irises. You sigh and avert your gaze down.

"Okay, if you say so. But if anything ever happens, call me, I'll let you stay with me, okay?" You say, giving Sans your number, witten down on a tiny slip of paper. He says he will. The rest of the day goes off without a hitch. You and Sans finish your shift (on time this time) and part ways until tomorrow. You almost kick your boots off at the door before your phone starts going off. You quickly pull it out of your pants pocket, you sigh in relief. It's just the alarm you set for your laundry. You take your bin full of laundry to the basement of the complex and throw your clothes in one of the cleaner looking machines. As you put your laundry bin down next to the washer, your phone starts to go off. You check and Sans is trying to call you. You immediately answer the call. "Hey dude, what's up?" You say into the speaker. "Y-y/n, could I come over?" You hear his raspy, pained voice through the receiver.

"Yes, of course! Do you need any help? You sound hurt?" You say panicked. "No Dollface, I got it." He says, you do not accept that. "Too bad. I'm coming over anyway." Before he could protest, you hang up the phone and speed out of your apartment complex. Thankfully, Sans' house isn't that far. After a short, speedwalk, you're staring down his front door. You rasp on the wooden door, waiting for a response. You were going to knock again, Sans opens the door, you let out a small gasp. Sans looks terrible, he was covered in his own blood. "Come on, you're staying with me tonight," you say, taking his boney hand. As soon as you start walking, you notice he also has a limp. If Papyrus were some random ass monster and not Sans' brother, you'd be covered in dust by now. You have a very motherly instinct, but only for Sans. You've never felt this way about somebody else before, you have no idea why either.

Once you and Sans reach your apartment, you bring him to your bathroom and seat him on the toilet (lid closed, of course). Grabbing your medical kit and some alcohol, you return to the bathroom and sit on the edge of your tub. "Could you take your sweater off? It'll be easier to clean your wounds." You ask, Sans slowly takes off his crimson red sweater. Suddenly, your bathroom gets really warm. You gasp at Sans' three cracked ribs, a bunch of cuts all over the others. You look up at him with concern written across your p/f/c face. "I don't want to talk about it right now." Sans mumbles, looking down. You take Sans' cheek bones in your hands, you tilt his head up to look at you. "That's okay, I'm just worried about you. You really don't deserve this Sans." You say, pulling your hands away from his face. You pour some alcohol on the washcloth and press it to one of the cuts on his ribs. He curses under his breath as you continue to clean him up. You'll have to call Alphys later about Sans' ribs, see what she can do about them.

"Alright Sans, just chill on my couch for right now. Uh, I gotta go real quick, I'll be right back," you say awkwardly, he gives you a thumbs up. Unlocking your door, you head down to switch your laundry. Once you come back up, you notice Sans wasn't sitting on the couch anymore. You panic and begin looking around your apartment, you stop in the entrance of your tiny kitchen, Sans was making something. "Sans, what are you doing?" You ask, he jumps a bit, then winces. "I'm making us dinner?" Sans says, the room starts to get warm again. "Sans, you don't have to do that. You should sit down and relax." You encourage, he shakes his head at your proposition. "Nah Dollface, this is the least I can do for you." He says, continuing to cook a mysterious food. You come up behind Sans, "Sans please, I appreciate the gesture, but you have three broken ribs, you need to sit down and chill out." Sans sighs "Fineeeeeee." He whines, you chuckle at him. "What were you gonna make anyway?" "Nothin much, just some Spaghetti and meatballs." "Okay, gotcha." You say, taking over the kitchen to make dinner.

Wiping your forehead of sweat, you finished cooking dinner. You walk into the living room, and set his and your plate on the coffee table in front of the couch. You sit next to him and start eating. "Holy fuck Doll, this shit's amazing!" Sans exclaims, shoving more pasta into his mouth. You chuckle and thank him, as you keep eating. After you both are finished eating you run down to the basement one more time to grab your laundry and return to your apartment. On your way. Back to tour apartment however, you notice that Sans has been calling you 'Doll' and 'Dollface' a lot more than he used to. You shrug it off as him being thankful for your hospitality. You return to your apartment for the last time with your laundry basket in your hands. "I'll be right back, I just gotta put away my laundry." You say, Sans looks over the back of the couch at you and gives you a nod of understanding. You quickly fold your clothes so Sans doesn't have to wait awkwardly on your couch. As soon as you're done, you put the basket in your closet and leave. When you return to your living room, you discover Sans asleep on the couch.

A small smile forms on your face as you go get him a blanket. After that, you change into a red tye-dye pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Soon after you lay down, you drift into a deep slumber. A few hours later, you are ripped from your sleep by a scream. You pull off your blanket and run to the living room. "Sans?!" You say worriedly and panicked. You see him tossing and turning on the couch, he's having a nightmare. Sans has told you about these haunting nightmares before, it usually happens after a bad day with Papyrus. Not really knowing how to deal with this situation, you sit on the edge of the couch and try to reach for him. As soon as your hand makes contact with his shoulder, he pulls away and curls up into a tiny ball. "Sans, it's just me." You say gently, scooting a bit closer to his trembling and sobbing form. You try to comfort him again, and he doesn't pull away this time. You pull him a bit closer to you. He rests his head on your chest and clenches his arms around you. You massage his skull with your fingertips and whisper sweet nothings to him.

After a while of comforting him, he falls asleep again. So you lay on the couch, Sans' head resting on top of you, blanket draped over your two sleeping bodies. After a few minutes, you fall back to sleep. You awake to one of Mettaton's shows. You were never interested in the performer robot that much, but this episode was a (what looks to be) a well made CGI human defusing a bunch of bombs. After a while, you forget about Sans laying on your chest, until he wakes up and jumps off of you like a startled cat. "Jesus! Just scare the shit outta me why don't ya?" You say, sarcasm lacing your tone. "Ah, sorry 'bout that Doll." "You're fine Sans." You chuckle. Looking up at Sans, you notice a light red blush across his cheekbones. Your heart skips a beat as you look at him, then you get up not wanting to make this any more awkward than it already is. Opening the fridge, you look for something to eat. You have eggs, bacon, and pancake mix in one of your cupboards, you take out all the ingredients you need for breakfast and start cooking. Sans insists on helping, but you tell him he needs to to relax because of his broken ribs.

After a half hour, breakfast is completely done. You fix you and Sans a plate and bring it to the couch. Sans looks very fixated on Mettaton's show. This was a rerun of a previous show. You set the breakfast down in front him, he immediately begins choking down food. "Holy shit Sans! Slow down your going to choke." You scold. "But we're gonna be late to work if we don't." He explains, scarfing down his meal. You give him a confused look. "Work? We're not going to work today, we have to call Alphys over to see what she can do about your ribs." You say, you can feel Sans look at you like you had just told him you had a death wish. "I can't, Papyrus would freak out-" "Papyrus can suck my dick!" You cut him off out of anger. "Your health is WAY more important to me than what Papyrus might do." You snap, Sans sits in shock. You've never snapped at him like that before. Looking at his face, you realise what you just did. "Sans I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that, I just got to frustrated." You explain, Sans' face softens at your words. "Nah it's okay, I completely understand where you're coming from." Sans sighs, and rubs the back of his neck anxiously.

To defuse the thick tension, you tell Sans you have to call Alphys and you'll be back shortly. You shuffle awkwardly to your room to make the call. Pressing the contact "Weeb Lord'' with a picture you took off of Alphys' social media (it's a picture of a trash can with several red sparkly filters over it) and press the call button. "Yo Alphys" "What is it Y/n?" She says annoyedly. "So, I need you to come over to look at Sans' ribs." You say, "What? Why?" "Papyrus and him got into it yesterday and he's staying with me for a while." You explain, Alphys makes a noise of understanding from the receiver. "Alright, I'll be over in 10." She says, you can hear her shuffling around. "'Ight see you when you get here." You end, hanging up the phone, not really wanting to go back out and just awkwardly sit with Sans, you decide to have a smoke. Grabbing you cigarettes and lighter, you begin to head out of your apartment. "Where are ya going?" Sans asks, still staring at the T.v. "I'm just going to have a smoke, I'll be back soon." You reassure yourself as you leave the apartment. Maybe taking a smoke wasn't such a good idea. It's cold as balls outside, you shiver as you take drags of your cigarette.

After you're done, you are about to go inside, but a certain nerdy lizard shows up. She follows you up to your apartment and in through the front door. "Ay look what the cat dragged in." Sans teases, Alphys glares at him. "Nah I'm just joking with ya, how've you been?" "Okay, yourself?" She asks back, Sans shrugs. "Eh, could be better." "Yeah, I heard. Would you mind taking your sweater off for me?" She asks, he reluctantly takes off his sweater again. Alphys studies the three cracked ribs for a second. "Hmmm. I think the best I can do for you is to wrap you up. Other than that, there's nothing I can do." She explains, beginning to wrap Sans' ribs. "You'll have to not go to work for a few days, take it easy. No lifting, no fast movements, nothing." She drones on. "Your best option is to stay with Y/n for now so they can help you heal properly." She states, finishing up wrapping Sans' ribs.

You let out a relieved breath you didn't even know you were holding. You had hoped that Alphys would tell him to stay with you, Papyrus would probably just hurt him more in all honesty. "I'm going to give you some morphine to help ease the pain a bit." She says, handing Sans an orange pill bottle. "Take two when you wake up, and when you go to bed, if you notice the pain going away, then only take one per day." She explains. You and Sans both nod. "Thank you, Dr. Alphys." you say, Alphys nods. She takes her tote bag full of medical equipment, bids you and Sans goodbye, then leaves. You sigh, and sit next to Sans on the couch. You begin to think, why do you feel so nervous around him all of a sudden. Your heart skips a beat whenever he calls you "Doll" or "Dollface", his laugh gives you butterflies, you want him to talk to you forever, just listening to his New York accent makes you want to kiss him. You can't take hiding your feelings from him anymore, you have an undying love for Sans.

"S-sans, I gotta tell you something." You stutter out, Sans turns to you. "Yeah, what is it Dollface?" He asks, your heart beats faster and faster every passing second. "I think I wanna be yours, Sans." You manage to get out. As soon as those words leave your mouth, you regret everything. "Y/n, I...I think I wanna be yours too." Sans mumbles, scooching a bit closer to you. You move closer and closer to each other until your thighs are squished together. Sans cups your cheek with his hand, you place one hand on his shoulder and the other behind him. Sans sets his other hand on your thigh, you lean in and give him a smooch on his sharp teeth. You pull away before Sans' hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you into a more passionate kiss. The passionate kiss turns into a makeout session. Both of your mouths moving in sync, tongues sliding over each other, soft moans come from both of your mouths.

After a minute of missing, you two pull away, a string of clear and translucent red saliva connecting to your mouths. "Oh my god....that was amazing." You pant, leaning back into the couch. Sans nods his head in agreement. "I'm so glad you confessed to me, Sweetheart. I've had feelings for you since we were stationed at our sentry station together." Sans explains, your heart skips a beat at your new nickname. You blush. "I'm so glad I met you." You say, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Same here Doll." Sans responds, leaning his skull on your head. You're both finally safe and happy.

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softlass27 · 5 years ago

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❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜ (robron AU, one of them gets hurt)

Hope you like it, Amy!

ao3 link here

Sometimes Robert forgets that he is married to a very stubborn man.

It’s easy to forget because Aaron’s a lot more open and easygoing these days, compared to how he was in the early days of their relationship. More willing to show vulnerability than he used to be.

He still has his moments, though.

Like on the football pitch.

The Woolpack football team reformed about six months ago, and actually – shockingly – they’re pretty good this time around. Now that they’ve got rid of some dead weight (Paddy, the team is too polite to say, even if Robert isn’t), recruited a couple of new players and actually had time to practice together, they’re less like a group of clumsy kids having a kickabout and more like an actual team. They’ve even started winning matches.

Matty is now a force to be reckoned with, his nimble feet making him perfect for stealing the ball from opposing players; Ellis and Billy are so in sync they practically move together as one unstoppable force; David is surprisingly good at tackles, even if he does whine like a baby every time he falls over; and Vinny is… well he’s not the best goalkeeper in the world (or even the Dales), but what he lacks in natural talent he makes up for in enthusiasm.

The star player – in Robert’s entirely unbiased opinion – is Aaron. Look, Robert’s not exactly an expert in football, but from where he’s standing (on the side of a cold, muddy field until he can’t feel his toes), Aaron scores the most goals, executes the most successful tackles, has the most energy… Robert’s earned bragging rights, okay?

So there he’s stood one chilly Saturday morning in March, like the supportive husband he is, watching Aaron and his team. Well, he’s half watching, half chatting shit with Dawn while keeping an eye on Seb and Lucas playing together.

Seb is easily Aaron’s biggest cheerleader, in awe of his dad every time he sees him play. Last month, Robert couldn’t resist surprising Seb with a tiny version of the team’s strip for him to wear to every match, and he doesn’t know who was more delighted by it, his husband or his son.

But it’s just past the 70th minute now, there’s only so long a four year-old’s attention span can last. Robert can’t say he blames him; to be honest, he’s counting down the minutes until the final whistle blows and they can all head to the warm pub for a full English.

If he had been paying more attention, perhaps he wouldn’t have missed the brutal tackle that sends Aaron flying. One second Robert’s absently checking his phone, the next he hears the unmistakable sound of his husband’s loud yell, and he whips his head up to see Aaron sprawled on the grass, his face scrunched up in agony as he grips his left ankle.

Billy and Ellis are already shouting to the ref and charging towards a player on the opposing team, who holds his hands up and loudly protests his innocence. The team checks Aaron over; Robert can hear them telling Aaron to sit out the rest of the match but he’s shaking his head and insisting that he’s good to keep going.

Robert feels a tug on his on jeans and looks down to see Seb clutching his leg worriedly. “Is Daddy okay?” His bottom lip’s already wobbling, so Robert quickly lifts him up and gives him a squeeze.

“Daddy’s fine, he just took a bit of a tumble,” he says in his best reassuring voice, despite the fact that he’s more than a little worried himself. “He’s already getting back up, see?”

Matty’s helping Aaron to his feet and he manages to stay standing, though Robert can see him wince and wobble as soon as he puts weight on his injured leg. He spots Robert and Seb staring at him and gives them both a smile and a thumbs up, before waving off his teammates’ concerns and lining up to take a free kick.

This is enough to calm Seb, who wriggles impatiently in Robert’s arms until he lets him back down and goes back to playing with Lucas. Robert, on the other hand, isn’t quite so convinced by Aaron’s supposed recovery.

He watches as Aaron continues to play for the remainder of the match, his face twisting as he tries to run without putting too much strain on his left leg. It’s only a few more minutes, but time seems to stretch out as Aaron becomes slower and slower, the clearly-increasing pain becoming more evident in his movements.

“Just stop, you idiot,” Robert mutters under his breath. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t make a difference.

To say Robert’s relieved when the ref finally blows the whistle is an understatement. If the match had gone on much longer, he would have barrelled onto the pitch and dragged Aaron off himself.

The Woolpack’s team have won 2-1, so they’re in a jubilant mood, arms thrown over each other’s shoulders and slapping each other’s backs as they come off the pitch.

“Back to the Woolpack then, lads?” Vinny cries, to which they all cheer in agreement like it’s the best idea they’ve ever heard. Robert doesn’t know why they’re so excited; they always go to the Woolpack after a match, whether they win or lose.

Aaron walks – well, hobbles – over to Seb and swings him up into the air.

“You won again!” Seb crows happily.

“Course we did, we’re the best aren’t we?” Aaron grins and tips Seb back in his arms until he’s nearly upside down – a move that never fails to make him screech with delight.

Robert runs a hand through Aaron’s sweaty hair. “You’re not going to the pub, are you?”

Aaron puts Seb down and grabs Robert’s arm as he straightens up. Robert doesn’t miss the grimace on his face, the way his weight shifts to the side of his uninjured leg.

“Yeah, course I am. Team tradition, innit?”

“But your leg, you need to rest it.”

“Don’t fuss, my leg’s fine.”

“It is not fine.”

“It’s just a twinge, I can barely feel it,” Aaron replies with all the gusto of an idiotic footballer who’s just had a big win and wants to get hammered with his mates.

“You’re practically using me as a crutch right now,” Robert points out.

“No, I’m just… touching you. Normally.”

Robert blinks and tries very hard not to scream in frustration. He is literally the only thing holding Aaron up right now.

“Right, so you won’t mind if I just – ” He quickly steps away so Aaron loses his grip and tilts sideways, gritting his teeth when his weight lands on his injured foot. He reaches out for Robert quickly.

“Okay okay, fine, you've made your point, get back here.”

Robert rolls his eyes and returns to Aaron’s side, lets him lean against his chest and rest his head on his shoulder. He can feel Aaron letting out harsh, controlled breaths against his neck.

“On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you right now?”

“Like… four?”

“So that’s a seven, then.” All that gets him is an annoyed grunt and a soft headbutt in return.

“Sorry lads,” Robert calls out to the group. “I’m taking this one home, get some ice on his dodgy leg. You’ll have to have your piss-up without him this time.”

They whine and groan like they’re all half their ages, but agree readily enough, Matty coming over to pat Aaron on the back and tell he he hopes he feels better soon.

As the rest of the team troops off towards their respective cars, Robert pulls Aaron’s left arm around his shoulder. “C’mere. Lean on me.”

They set off at a slow pace, ambling towards the car while Seb zigzags about in front of them, kicking his miniature football that he brings to every match.

“You should’ve just stopped when the prick tackled you. You’ve probably made your leg worse now, you idiot.”

“Oi, I’m injured here, you wanna try being a little nicer to me?”

“Oh, now he admits it,” Robert grumbles and grips Aaron’s wrist a little tighter. “I’m just saying, you’re not exactly 21 anymore.”

“Rich coming from you, old man.” Aaron snorts.

They continue in silence until they reach the car, twin expressions of irritation on their faces.

Robert helps Aaron into the passenger’s seat, then goes to buckle Seb into his booster seat in the back. He spots one of Seb’s pillows (they keep it in there for when he needs to nap during long car journeys) and brings it to the front, tucking it under Aaron’s foot.

“Here, that might help until we get home,” he mutters, slamming Aaron’s door and heading for the driver’s seat before he can reply.

They pull out onto the main road and set off in the direction of Emmerdale, Robert driving as carefully as he can in an attempt to avoid jostling Aaron’s leg. It doesn’t take Aaron long to notice what he’s doing, and he reaches over to run his thumb over Robert’s wrist. A silent apology for snapping.

“Sorry you couldn’t go to the pub with the others,” Robert offers, only feeling a little bit bad.

“S’okay, think I’d rather hang out with you two anyway.”

Robert doesn’t know if he entirely believes that, knows how much Aaron loves hanging out with his teammates – especially on the high of winning a match – but he appreciates the gesture.

Aaron glances back to Seb, who’s happily tearing the little collection of daisies that he’d picked into shreds (Gonna have to give the backseat another hoover tomorrow, Robert thinks with a wince).

“What d’you say, mate – us three putting our feet up, big bowl of popcorn and a How to Train Your Dragon marathon?”

“Dragons!” Seb yells, throwing the remnants of his daisy petals in the air.

Dragons are Seb’s newest favourite thing, quickly overtaking dinosaurs in his estimations (“Because dragons are like dinosaurs ‘cept they can breathe fire, Daddy,” he’d explained matter-of-factly. Robert couldn’t really fault his logic).

Aaron laughs and turns to Robert.

“So?”

Robert grins without taking his eyes from the road.

“Dragons it is.”

#my writing #robron

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kaweeella · 4 years ago

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Project Homeward Bound

I did it. I did it and I have no regrets so far.

Before we begin I’d like to say a few things.

At first this was going to be a no quirk au, then a no ua au, and then I realized that I’m the one who controls the canon here and I can do what I want so I plucked certain parts of the timeline and meshed them together with some popular head canons mixed in. Anyway

Chapter 1- Are We Sure This Is A Good Idea

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The two hero courses, along with Hitoshi, are seated together in front of the big three. They just finished training.

“You guys did great out there!” Nejire says to the classes.

It’s the last day before a break. They’ll all be going home soon so they’ve been training all week.

Yosetsu sits down next to Momo. “You did really well today.”

“You too!” She gives a big smile.

“Uh- thanks.”

Neito has been laughing hysterically since the last battle ended.

“Not all high and mighty now, huh?!”

“Monoma.” Sen says.

“Your reign in the spotlight will soon come to an end!”

“Monoma.” Nirengeki looks tired.

“It’s finally-”

“Monoma!” Itsuka grabs him by the back of the neck.

Now that it’s quiet, they can hear heavy footsteps coming closer.

“Heeey!” It’s Mei, with something in her hands.

“Hatsume?” Izuku asks. “What are you doing here?”

“I found something really cool that can help me with my babies but I need someone else to get it to work!”

“Her what?” Mirio asks.

“That's what she calls her inventions.” Tenya informs them. “So what is it?”

She holds out what she has as if for one of them to read, but they’re a little too far. They can see that it looks like a video game box.

Setsuna’s severed hand plucks it out of hers to read it. “Let’s see… a grand experience where the only limit is your imagination. Create items, explore vast worlds and save the day…”

“That sounds cool!” Denki says, leaning forward.

“But how will that help your inventions?” Ochako asks.

“Don’t you see? Limitless possibilities! If I can manage to make something good in the game I can recreate it and use it’s properties to help my babies!”

“Do you really have to keep calling them that?” Hitoshi mumbles.

“Why do you need help with it?” Manga asks, a question mark on his bubble.

“It’s multiplayer and- okay-” She opens the box and removes two cases. “It needs at least two people to do it and no one in class wants to do it so I thought I’d ask my greatest model.” She looks at Tenya, who does not look excited with the game or the title.

“So it comes with enough discs to be properly played?” Hanta asks.

“Yes and no, you need both of them to play properly but it’s like a pair, they’re a part of the same game but they do different things. You’d need a different set.”

“Then how the hell is anyone else supposed to play the damn thing?” Katsuki leans back with a grimace.

“Oh I’ve got a whole crate of ‘em!” That got their attention.

“How’d you afford that?!” Ochako asks in shock.

“And where did you find them?” Pony inspects the box. “I haven’t seen this in any stores or even online.”

“It was shipped to the support class with some of our equipment. No one knows where it came from and no one else wanted them so I thought I’d take a look.”

“No one?”

“Yeah, they said it looks boring.” And honestly? They aren’t wrong. There isn’t any picture of gameplay on the back and the only art on it is what seems to be a sky with clouds and a green kaleidoscope circle. It’s also labeled “Sburb”.

“Then why do you want it?” Toru asks.

“I already told you!” She inspects the box more. “And even if that doesn’t work I can find some sort of use for them. They will help me improve my babies. One way or another.”

“How many do you have?” Mirio joins the group to look at the box.

“There’s about 50 of ‘em.”

“I have an idea!” Nejire perks up. “Let’s all play it together!”

“...why?” Togaru asks, looking at it. It looks like it’s full of malware and at least a hundred viruses.

“It could be a good bonding experience!”

“No fuckin’ way.” Katsuki shoots down the idea.

“What about a competition?” Denki suggests.

“Still no.”

“Aw what’s wrong? Is 1a afraid they’ll lose?” Neito mocks.

“He doesn’t speak for all of us…” Mashirao says quietly.

Katsuki slowly turns to Neito. “The hell you say?”

“Well… even a competition can be a bonding experience.” Nejire tells herself, watching her plan slowly crumble.

“That’s a great idea!” Itsuka claps her hands together. “Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe I’m speaking for all of 1b when I say we’re in!”

“Our class shall participate as well!” Tenya declares.

“Do we not get a say?” Rikido asks.

“We shouldn’t turn down the opportunity to train no matter what the training is.”

“So it’ll be class against class?” Mezo asks.

“Seems like it!”

“Then what about me and Hatsume?” Hitoshi asks.

“You two could be a part of one of the class groups.”

“I call 1a!” Mei declares. “What would be the point if I don’t have my best model?”

“So I’m with 1b then.”

“Welcome to the winning class!” Neito wraps an arm around him.

“I’m gonna mop the fuckin’ floor with you!” Katsuki yells.

“You sure are fired up.” Eijiro comments.

“Could we be the refs?” Mirio looks up.

“Sounds good!” Momo says.

“We could also be there to help you guys out!” Nejire says with a big smile.

“Class B doesn’t need help from any A class students!” Neito says.

“Then we’ll split up by class too!” Mirio says.

“But Amajiki and I are both…” Said boy broods nearby.

“I don’t wanna…”

“Right! Then I’ll help class 1a and we’ll call on you if we need a tie breaker!”

Tamaki shuffles a little. It’s a big job. If he makes a wrong choice it’ll be all his fault. If he chooses one the other will hate him. He can’t-

“Amajiki?” Nejire and Mirio come to comfort him.

“It’s okay! I’m sure it’ll be a great time!” Mirio pats his back.

“Right, okay, if you’re sure.”

“Then it’s decided!” Nejire claps her hands together. “Let’s go get the other copies.”

They all walk to the support class, all 45 of them, to get their own copies of the game. They have no idea what they’re getting themselves into. All 45 of them. Together.

#sburb au #bnha #mha #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #I'm not putting in all 45 characters #class 1b

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rupertgayesarchive · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Time for my biweekly comment on your chapter update. I hope these aren’t annoying haha. Okay I gotta say I LOVED the fact that Dean is now subtly, subtly rebelling from John for Cas. He still has a long way to go, he wouldn’t do or say anything to John’s face YET, but the fact that as soon he was out of John’s sight he called Cas up and they had a gay little pining romp about downtown Boston, went to a museum together??? Dean caring so much about Cas but not being able to say anything more than “Promise you call” if he ever feels that way again, but it’s still INCREDIBLY TENDER, but of course Dean is just Like That. He’s sweet and he cares about people more than he wants to show. I’m going to CRY. And dean the whole time being like Cas is my friend :) my friend :) I trust him :) Cas and I are just guys being dudes baseball game and everything :) ohhhhh it’s so good. He’s so repressed. But still questioning!! That little quip when he was talking to that girl on the phone!!! Ahhh!! Also I know I’ve mentioned it before but you’re doing such a good job at making it seem set in the 2000’s, Dean mentioning movies and stuff that (for him, in the 2000’s) has recently come out. Good stuff!!!

Posy I absolutely *love* your comments that you send me when I update never change 🥰🥺

It is a STRUGGLE to keep this a slow burn. I'm writing out the future chapters where some... feelings may come to light and I'm really fighting with how I do it bc I wanna do it right but I just want them to be boyfriends and also I think Dean trying to navigate that would be funny.

I feel like Dean also may have done stuff behind John's back (like he def doesn't know Dean smokes imo) so I think Dean can justify going behind his dad's back for some things and he's convinced himself that Cas is one such example.

Cas :) my friend :) this funky lil dude :) the only man who truly knows me that isn't family :)

And thank you I'm trying to put in as many refs as I can since Dean is full of them. I am sitting on a legally blonde quip for when he sees Sammy again tho

#asks #heard from your mother au #thanks again for the ask :)

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bxstiae · 5 years ago

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⚜ ; [ HEALING && SCARS / HC.6 ] CHARA. STUDY │ DEVELOPMENT

i’ve been thinking about this for days now & i just didn’t know how to go about it. mainly because there’s just so much to unpack with it. i suppose to put it simply -- link doesn’t have MANY scars. well i mean.... i suppose he does but many of them are... barely visible ( i.e. they are simply just discoloured lines/markings for the most part. ) he’s not scar ridden -- which is crazy to think but it has to do a lot with how many of his woulds in battle were treated. most of his injuries that would have scarred him were treated rather quick & with magic which causes him not to scar... ( which i will also discuss in this post ) but that being said... link does have !!! some scars that are extremely visible. partially cause they weren’t healed/taken care of in time.

anyway, i suppose i’ll break this up in parts for you though. I’ll start with what scars he has though. and then get down to the nitty gritty details of why he doesn’t have them && his sources of healing. HERE is a ref for his back i suppose? it’s just a quick doodle o a sticky so it’s not anywhere near from perfect, but the tags are also very important to note as well. anything else is going to be under a read more. read at your discretion. obviously this talks about injuries so keep that in mind alright? i really don’t wanna bother with tagging cause this is your warning now. if you need me to tag it then by all means please let me know.

TRIGGERS CONTAINED: injury, stabbing, impalement, electrocution, near downing etc.

THE INJURIES

BACK

right shoulder -- from an arrow hitting him. it had snapped in the middle of the fight with the arrowhead still lodged in him && stayed there long enough to do some serious scarring. he couldn’t stop to take it out due to the fight. simply had too many enemies on him, and when midna took it out, they were nowhere near a spring nor did they have any faeries on them to patch it up.

gash-like scare on lower right side of the back -- from a poe. the scythe hit him hard enough to severely wound him. the faerie on hand could have either given the strength he needed to finish the poe off, or heal him completely. he chose the former as he wouldn’t be able to live otherwise. midna was able to teleport him soon after to save him from bleeding out but not soon enough prevent the scar. recovery time took about a week before he could get back on his feet.

stab-like wound from dynalfos on left side of his back. the tail-whip attack stabbed him and he genuinely didn’t realise until after the adrenaline from the fight wore off. he felt sore, and when he reached, he felt blood. being nowhere close to a spring he && midna spent a good hour or so looking for a faerie. they ended up having to cauterise the wound too so he wouldn’t keep opening it up in their frantic search. so by the time they DID find a faerie it was more for the pain && replenishing energy than anything.

LEFT SHOULDER

a reason why link doesn’t like flying. a kargarok grabbed him with its talons and pulled him upwards. in the desperation of trying to have it let go of him, it clawed him well enough. he fell into the water and was ultimately drowing because he couldn’t move his left arm at all. it was a zora ( who was heading to the water temple ) that pulled him out. that same zora was the one who brought him back to get assistance for his wound -- not knowing that they could have easily taken him to lanayru’s spring. so instead of being healed how he normally goes about, he was tended to the ‘old fashioned’ way. thus a scar

FRONT

he’s been impaled by a chilfos spear in the lower left abdomen.

there’s discolouration on right side of his chest from a burn ( not super noticeable )

WRISTS/ARMS

reason for his bandages actually -- kept getting cuts and scratches as a farmhand. had also burned himself a couple of times as well. mayor bo said enough and told him to wrap up his lower arms.

they’re just various cuts that turned into small scars as he didn’t know about the spring’s magical healing properties at the time nor was the hero’s spirit awakened at the time.

left arm -- discoloured but not at all severely from a venomous sting/bite.

LEGS

right leg -- there’s an electrocution scar on his lower leg. again, not at all bad as time progressed.

link’s injuries on his arms && legs have mostly healed up tbh -- from his constant bathing in the springs that is. but the ones on his back, front, and should still remain and are reminders that even he can scar. he’s not immune to injury. and he doesn’t have that perfect skin that you think he has. anyway moving on.

HEALING

SO... as i have mention in my other post. there are 3 reasons for his unnatural/magical healing.

attunement to the triforce && the its brand. the light spirits && their springs faeries

I’ll start in order tbh. but keep in mind that the latter two are the most IMPORTANT ones for link’s healing -- ESPECIALLY the light spirits && their springs.

TRIFORCE

being the hero of courage has it’s perks. that begin that there is a natural affinity towards magic. this means that most all other people? cannot get healed. at least not in the way that link can ( being healed by faeries or the light spirit springs ). the brand makes him able to tap into some of that magic. whether he knows that or not is still a question. it could be that it just naturally comes out at times -- or it could be that he knows and when he is able, he uses it. regardless being the bearer of the triforce means that theres some of that magical essence that can help him along the way.

he may not be immortal, nor does this power make him so, but his soul is everlasting. so that is something you have to take into consideration. it’s a special soul that is bound to being life for an eternity, so it will have some magical properties to it.

LIGHT SPIRITS && THEIR SPRINGS

consider it like magical holy water if you will. these springs are blessed by the light sprits’ powers. which, in turn, help the hero along his journey. simply standing in it produces healing effects ( as you can see in the game ). but bathing or immersing youreself in it, you’re getting the full healing powers of the spring.

the water helps with just about any and all injury/pain. ( almost all pain ). while it cannot heal a broken heart by any means, it’s capable of soothing one’s body. it is very HOLY in this aspect. so naturally link will seek to bathe/cleanse himself when he can.

the spirits themselves possess healing powers. they can -- if you are a child of LIGHT -- help you to an extent. however their light is extremely strong, and sometimes can do more harm than good. so if you are, lets say somebody who isn’t a natural born triforce weilder and/or your soul is tainted in some way/shape/form, it could hurt you, make you sick, or even kill you. which is why you would want to go for their springs instead. cause the water has only a fraction of the light spirit’s true power but is capable of healing all the same.

one thing to NOTE, however, is that the springs do you better if you just recently sustained an injury. it’s fast acting as the wound is recent. but the longer you wait to go the the spring, the harder/longer it is/takes to heal you. you don’t want to wait on it. mainly because the spring cannot guarantee that you’ll be healed 100%. if you don’t go right away, then you’ll be left with a scar. end of story.

faeries

these creatures are much like the spirits of light, in that most of them are healers. since they do tend to hang around the spirits’ springs, it just goes to show you that they have a deep rooted connection with those light spirits. the special thing about faeries, though, is that tehy are quite versatile. their healing abilities can range.

they can prevent death by granting a ‘second chance’ while VERY RARELY, you’ll come across a faerie that turns back the time just a little bit, all faeries that have healing magic can turn the internal clockwork of link -- cause his body to experience that time-like effect. they can either do that, or just BRING him back to life by giving him that energy.

they can also heal link RIGHT on the spot, just like the springs can, thus preventing him for obtaining a scar. however it’s just the same as the springs, you have to do it right then and there. the longer you wait, the less likely it will work.

i think?? thats about it in regards to this subject though? i know i am a bit scattered with this but i just wanted to let you guys know where i look at with link && scars. i’m not saying he has baby soft skin. but it really does speak VOLUMES in regards to how little scarring he has despite how many near death experiences that he’s had. && thats jut cause he’s lucky to have such places to go to for healing. it’s not because he’s careful. don’t get me wrong. he is NOT careful by any means. in fact, if we look at him and what he’s done with himself in some of these fights? you wouldn’t be looking at the same cute face you’re looking at right now. he just simply knows how to TAKE CARE of himself. or rather.... he’s bee fortunate enough to have these places. which, mind you, he kinda takes a bit for granted sometimes. not ALL the time. but enough to where he probably would have an oh shit moment if these things weren’t readily available or accessible.

but anyway, if you wanna know more about this. you can always ask lol.

#⚜ ; — [ ʰᵉʳᵒ ᵒᶠ ˡᵉᵍᵉᶰᵈ ▲ headcanon. ]#[ alright i've done enough ]#[ im gonna take a break now ]

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Rivals : Hogwarts!Lashton

Summary: was going to be an HC but it was too good to pass up. basically You’re a Slytherin Quidditch Captain rivals with Quidditch Luke and Ashton and you all hate each other, angst ensues but you start to realize under the anger is another feeling, a more dangerous one ;)

Original Request: “ Have you done like a Slytherin reader x Gryffindor Luke or Gryffindor Ashton (or both together?????) If you haven’t I have a few words for you, hate sex, house rivalry, and a lot of playful calling the other house lame (also the rest of Hogwarts would be shook at the relationship)” - anon

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: no condoms (but ya’ll should know by now that in my hogwarts!5sos stuff i just say they have an anti-cum spell because i’m lazy) smut, angst, rivalry, the good shit.

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at first, it had been just you and Ashton. as team captains of Slytherin and Gryffindor, it was only natural. but after a while, Luke, the co captain, joined in on the fighting. teachers knew to keep your teams away from each other in classes, and most classes were assigned with the rivalry in mind, keeping the snakes away from the lions.

So when Luke and Ashton walked into ‘History of Magic’ class and immediately heard your laugh, they both froze. Ashton’s skin prickled as his hands formed into fists. Luke groaned audibly which drew your attention.

“who let the fucking snakes in this class?” Luke sneered as they glared at you, walking past your table while you met their gaze with narrowed eyes.

the entire class held their breath, wondering what would happen. as soon as Luke and Ashton reached the Gryffindors in the back everyone let out a sigh of relief. class continued but every time you leaned over to whisper something to your co captain, Luke and Ashton felt their blood boiling.

they could barely stand to be in the room with you and it was driving them both wild. as soon as class ended you left and at least that eased the tensions.

it was all over the school. you hadn’t had a class with them since second year when the rivalry began so this was uncharted territory. the only time you were ever in the same vicinity was when you were playing against each other but during that situation, the rage was always obvious.

Ashton was known for focusing all his bludgers at you, something that had probably started the rivalry in the first place.

it was like the whole school was on the edge of their seats waiting to see what would happen during the second class. the teachers even had a staff meeting to discuss repercussions for bad behaviour, eventually deciding on detention and possibly game suspensions.

the two of them entered the class, eyes landing on you in a predatory manner. your grip was tight on your table as you met their gazes, not about to back down if anything happened.

then Luke said it. loud and clear. “fucking snakes.”

you were on your feet before you could stop yourself, “you wanna say that to my face Hemmings?”

“yeah. i do.” he said, turning and squaring his shoulders as he looked down at you from his staggering height, “you’re a fucking snake.”

“well you’re an arrogant asshole.” you stated.

Ashton stepped in, his usual hazel eyes a shade darker than normal as he gritted his jaw, “Better than being a selfish deatheater.”

“oh so just because i’m in Slytherin that makes me a death eater?!”

“if the snake tattoo fits.” Ashton growled.

the entire room was quiet and just watched the interaction, no one knowing whether or not to step in. you were holding your own, which was saying something.

Hemmings and Irwin were known for being aggressive which, when paired with their height, usually intimidated anyone who they set their gaze on. but not you. yes you were shorter but you were a credit to your house as you stared them down.

before it could go any further your teacher arrived. she instantly realized what was going on, “Hemmings. Irwin. Y/L/N. you all better get to your seats.”

you stared at Ashton and he stared at you, a muscle in his jaw feathered. none of you ready to back down. “she started it.” Luke growled.

“fine. have it your way Hemmings, detention at 3:00 for all of you, if any of you are late, you won’t be playing the match this weekend.” your teacher stated and from her tone it was obvious she was not messing around.

“great job Hemmings.” you said between clenched teeth.

“it’s your fault you fucking snake.”

“name calling? how fucking juvenile!”

your teams jumped in before it could go any further. two Slytherins grabbing you and pulling while the entire Gryffindor team in the room had to drag away two of their biggest, strongest members.

Luke shoved the hands away, muttering a curse before walking to his table in the back, shoulders hunched with anger. Ashton followed as they sat at their table, eyes glaring into the back of your head.

they stayed that way the entire class.

As soon as class ended you left the room and they both snickered, feeling as if, in some odd way, they had won.

but the anger was still there, bubbling just under the surface. word spread across the entire school and at lunch, all eyes were on the three of you. they glared from the Gryffindor table but you seemed oddly unaffected, although it was obvious you were trash talking the two of them.

Ashton’s knuckles turned white as his grip on his knife tightened, teeth clenched so hard he was worried they would shatter.

Luke watched your lips, trying to make out what you were saying.

You knew that they were on edge and you felt Luke’s gaze on you so you did what any mischievous, angry Slytherin would do. you bated him. making sure Luke could see your mouth you turned to a classmate and said: “i bet they’re just such assholes because their dicks are small.”

Luke was on his feet before he could stop himself and the entire great hall turned to look at him. two Gryffindors grabbed him and Ashton had his hand on Luke’s shoulder, “what?” he asked.

Luke tore his gaze from you, turning to Ashton, “she said our dicks are small.”

as soon as the Gryffindors in the vicinity heard that, four more jumped in to grab at Ashton. it took the entire team to drag the two boys out of the great hall while your table grinned at them.

the teachers watched from the head table nervously. they’d all heard of the detention and already they were staring to think putting the three of you in one room may not be the best idea. but how else were they supposed to solve the debacle? they couldn’t just let you fight each other.

the next few classes seemed to last hours. Luke and Ashton couldn’t focus. their brains were too distracted on you and the rage they both felt. and bringing their dick size into it was the last straw.

Ashton’s foot bobbed up and down while he stared at his desk, fingers tapping some random rhythm while he tried to steady his breathing. but every time he got calm, he’d think of you again and he’d go spiralling back into that pit of anger that he’d found himself in more and more often.

for some reason his brain kept going to the dick comment. it was a low blow. something he must have known you, a Slytherin, were capable of. but for some reason it still shocked him that you’d go to that low of a level.

Luke sat next to Ashton, arms crossed over his broad chest. he couldn’t even think straight he was so mad. he wished in that moment that he was a beater like Ash so he could hit things at you during the next match.

class ended and the two stood. “so the plan is we get there,” Ashton began, “and we sit as far away from her as we can. no fighting.”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“no name calling.” Ashton stated firmly this time.

the two arrived at detention and the teacher looked up as the two lions sat down at the very back of the class. “if she’s fucking late i swear to god-” Luke began but you entered the room and he shut his mouth.

the teacher stood up, and looked at the three of you, “you all know why you’re here. i suppose there’s no use talking about it so just do your homework, i’m sure thats punishment enough.”

she sat down and you all pulled out paper to write. and of course, being a Slytherin you weren’t about to give them any satisfaction of anything so you began to tap your pencil on the desk, making an audible noise.

you heard a crack behind you and you grinned, assuming one of the blondes had just snapped their pencil.

“Can... can you get her to stop making noise?” Luke asked from behind you.

your teacher looked at you then at the boys behind you, “Y/N is it necessary for you to tap your pencil?”

“it helps me think.” you said sweetly.

“I’m sorry Mr. Hemmings, she’s not being very disruptive you’ll just have to ignore it.”

“how long do we have to be here?” Ashton asked after a few minutes.

“an hour should suffice.”

the air was thick. with tension. with silence.

everyone in the room was on edge and it was obvious. the hour lasted forever but when it was done your teacher sighed, “there will be no more fighting in my class room, if you must let out anger at each other, do it on the pitch, am i understood?”

you all agreed and disbursed, the same thing on all of your minds: the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin that would take place a few days later.

-----

the week passed agonizingly slowly. your teams were on edge and it was the most you and Ashton could do to keep everyone calm, even if it meant ignoring each other and putting your rivalry to the side.

Luke was raging every day and that much was obvious but he wasn’t about to second guess a direction from his captain. Luke watched you like a lion watching his prey and although Ashton tried not to, whenever his gaze landed on you, it was full of anger as well.

as your teams walked onto the pitch, the ref decided to skip the initial handshake, tensions were too high.

everyone in the stands were on the edge of their seats. it would be the game of a lifetime and they all knew it.

----

Luke and Ashton paced at the end of the infirmary bed. Pomfrey had assured them that their seeker would be fine, just unconscious.

you stood in the doorway looking at the two anxious men. not angry. just anxious. not cocky or arrogant. just scared.

“is she going to be okay?” you asked, voice drawing both of their attention.

Luke’s fists clenched at his sides as he began to walk towards you but Ashton cut him off by grabbing his arm, “this is not the place.” he stated.

“then where?!” Luke growled, eyes on you.

“i know a place.” you sighed.

it was about time you all sat down and discussed everything. your rivalry had gotten worse and worse and it had to reach a breaking point sometime. the two of them followed you out of the infirmary and down the halls that were fairly deserted. the door appeared and the three of you entered the room of requirement.

it looked like a therapist office and part of you wanted to laugh at the rooms choice in set up but you knew it was not the right time.

you sat across from the two guys. Luke leaning back and crossing his arms while Ashton opted to sit forward elbows on his legs, “our seeker will be fine.” he stated finally,

“no thanks to your house.” Luke glared.

“i play to win Hemmings.” you stated, “besides, Ashton was the one trying to knock me off my broom all night-”

“but he didn’t.”

“he could have!”

“he didnt!” Luke repeated moving forward and uncrossing his arms.

“your team was going to loose anyways!” you growled.

Luke was on his feet in seconds as were you as you tilted your head up to meet the angry blondes eyes. he was practically growling, a true lion.

Ashton stood, the most collected of the three of you but he was on the edge of anger, one more thing out of your mouth and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stop himself from joining the fight.

“we’re all angry-” he began.

“fucking right we are!” Luke screamed.

“you two call me a snake every day and you both glare at me all the time and say i’m a death eater-”

“well you make the most annoying fucking sounds with your pencil and you’re always trying to fight us and you told everyone you think we have small dicks-”

“oh did that make you insecure Hemmings?!” You said, making yourself sound empathetic, “is it because you have a small dick?”

suddenly his lips were on yours and you were shocked at first but his teeth sinking into your bottom lip drew you back into the moment. he grabbed your hand, moving it down to the front of his pants, “does that feel small to you snake?!” he growled against your lips.

you looked up at him with wide eyes, words caught in your throat.

“i think he’s expecting an answer.” Ashton said, voice a low rumble.

then you remembered: i’m a fucking Slytherin.

you remembered your allegiance to your house. you looked up at Luke, narrowing your eyes, “i’ve felt bigger.”

Luke scoffed, pulling away from you and rolling his eyes, “you are such a bitch!”

Ashton grabbed you, spinning your body so your back pressed to his chest as his hands on your hips kept you firmly placed against him. his breath on your neck sent electricity through your body as you grinded back against him.

“you going to call me small too, Snake?” Ashton asked, teeth nipping at your ear.

your hands covered his on your hips and you looked directly at Luke as you said: “feels average.”

Ashton’s laugh vibrated through your body.

“so you wont mind taking us both then? seeing as we’re average?” Ashton said, finally pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. you bit your lip to contain a moan and Luke smirked at you as he approached your front again.

you thought about it. could you take both of them at once? Luke’s gaze was a challenge, as was Ashton’s question... and you weren’t about to back down now.

“i could take both of you on in my sleep.”

Luke’s lips were on yours, hands cupping at your face as his fingers went into your hair, pulling slightly and eliciting a small moan from your lips. Ashton worked you out of your pants, pushing them down before his hands reached to the front of your button up school shirt and he just tore it open.

buttons scattered across the floor and you pulled away from Luke, about to turn and yell at Ashton but Luke grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to his again, “not a fucking word.” he growled.

once again you were conflicted. but as you looked into the blonde’s eyes you made a choice then and there. you’d never backed down from them before but... in this situation it was acceptable.

and the way the Gryffindor was standing in front of you screamed ‘Dom’ and it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. Luke grinned as it became clear you would follow his instructions. his hands helped Ashton slip your shirt to the floor. Ashton’s lips pressed to your neck, teeth grazing the skin.

Luke toyed with one of your bra straps, pulling it away from the skin and letting it smack back down when he released it. he watched your reaction, waiting for a flinch that never came.

you’d play the sub part but you were still a fucking Slytherin.

his lips pressed against yours again, biting down on you lip and sucking while Ashton slipped his hand down the front of your panties.

you began to try to take off Luke’s shirt and he allowed you to but as soon as you went for his pants he smacked your hands away, “should I add impatient to your list of shit traits?” he sneered, hand wrapping around your neck as he looked down at you.

you narrowed your eyes at him but kept your mouth shut as he grinned, “lion got your tongue snake?”

Ashton giggled from behind you and your fists clenched at your sides, “don’t press your luck.” Ashton warned from behind you, unclasping your bra.

Luke’s eyes darted to his Captain behind you and he backed off a little, removing his hand from around your neck. “so how are we doing this?” he asked, question directed at Ashton.

“I’d say skip the foreplay, she’s wet as fuck already.” his lips pressed against your neck and a shiver ran through your body, his hand moved from between your legs up to your mouth and you sucked on his fingers, eyes on Luke who groaned loudly “fuck.”

Luke undid his belt and Ashton pulled his hand away, you could hear him doing the same behind you as you stood and waited for instruction. As soon as Luke was naked he approached you, grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss while he led you to the couch. He sat down and you immediately straddled him. he moved himself to your entrance as one of his hands wrapped around your throat again.

you slid down onto him, resisting the urge to moan and give him the satisfaction of noise. his hands moved to your waist as he begin to guide you to start moving. as soon as you began going up and down you couldn’t help the sounds that started to leave your mouth as you buried your face in his neck to try to muffle them.

a hand in your hair roughly pulled your head back as Luke made you look him in the eyes, “still think i’m small?”

you considered your options and realized, if you said yes, he’d probably stop. and god, you didn’t want him to stop.

you shook your head.

he grinned, “i think i’m going to need you to say it.”

“you’re not small.” you said quietly.

his grip on your hair tightened, “don’t play dumb, you know what i want.”

he let go of your hair and began moving his hips up to meet yours and was hitting a spot so deep it made your toes curl as whimpers left your mouth, “you’re so big Luke.”

“do you love it?”

“yes.”

“what do you love?”

you groaned in frustration an he stopped, hands settling on your waist and forcing you to be still. you could have died right there as you met his challenging gaze, “i love your big dick.” you said, choking back on your pride as the words left your mouth.

you waited for him to move but he didn’t, instead he smacked your bum lightly, “get up and on all fours, gonna suck Ashton for me.”

you slid off of him, body mourning the loss of him as you moved on the couch so you had your hands on the armrest, bent over so you were in the perfect position for Ashton who was waiting for you while Luke got ready behind you.

“gonna show me your mouth is good for things other than talking back?” Ashton asked as you grabbed his dick, opening your mouth as you took his tip.

“make her tell you you’re big.” Luke suggested from behind you as he teased your entrance.

“i don’t need her to tell me, she’ll be choking soon enough.” Ashton said, running a hand through your hair before his grip tightened.

Luke slammed into you with no warning and your body jolted forward on Ashton, making him hit the back of your throat. you let out a small sound that made Ashton groan. as Luke pulled back so did you, and as he thrust, you moved forward again, matching his pace on Ashton.

a hand came down on your ass and you moaned loudly around Ashton and he began to thrust towards you, dick going deeper and hitting the back of your throat again, you gagged a little and heard a laugh, “told you.”

Luke’s hands were firm on your hips and you hoped knew there would be bruises the next day. another smack, another chorus of groans.

“fuck mate, she’s so tight.” Luke said, voice low, another smack. he continued to pound into you while you worked on Ashton but Luke was hitting this spot that was driving you wild.

you clenched around him and a flurry of curse words left his mouth, “fuck it, i’m cumming.” he announced, pace somehow going even faster. his groans were low and angelic as he came, giving a few final thrusts before stopping, chest heaving before he pulled out.

Ashton pulled out of your mouth as Luke went to collapse on the other couch, finding his wand in his discarded pants he muttered a quick spell (the anti cum spell fam, told ya’ll im lazy) and then he pulled on his pants, watching lazily.

unlike Luke, Ashton didn’t bother teasing as he pushed into you, hands brushing along your bum, “you did a number on her Luke.” he mused.

for a moment you thought he would be gentle.

you were wrong.

a loud smack echoed through the room and the sound you made was down right sinful. it was the hardest hit, by far.

and you had loved it.

his hands went to your waist and he easily moved your body back and forth to meet every snap of his hips. Luke may have been longer, but Ashton was thicker and both of them had your body going insane.

“you like this don’t you?” Ashton asked as he continued to pound into you.

“Yes.”

“yes what?”

you thought about it for a moment, “yes... captain?”

it was more of a question and both Luke and Ashton burst out laughing, “fuck that was kinda hot.” Luke mused.

it was odd since you were, in your own right, a captain. but in this situation it was obvious who was in charge.

“still hate me?” Ashton asked, a hand coming down on your ass.

“fuck! yes. i fucking hate you!” you moaned, hands gripping the arm of the couch.

there was just something about the whole situation. the anger, the rage, that made your body feel electric. you could feel yourself rushing towards your high and Ashton could too, “don’t fucking cum until i say so.” he growled, hand coming down on your ass again which only made you closer.

he thrust harder into you, making your body jolt forward each time as you focused on the feeling of him filling you. your moans got louder until you were at the edge and so was Ashton, “fuck, cum.” he instructed, pumping into you while your body fluttered around him, convulsing from your high.

his fingers dug unto your hips as he came as well, letting out a low groan. after a few more thrusts he pulled out and you collapsed onto the couch, pulling your legs to your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

you heard Ashton mutter a spell but you didn’t open your eyes.

a few minutes passed.

“she looks fucked.” Luke’s voice said, sounding close.

“sit up.” Ashton instructed, a hand going under your arm as he helped you into a sitting position. he knelt on the ground in front of you, helping put your feet in your pant legs and then he pulled them up, “gotta stand for me sweetheart.”

Luke held out his hands for you to grab as he helped you to your feet while Ashton pulled your pants up the rest of the way. Luke had your bra and helped you slip it on.

Ashton looked at your ruined shirt, buttons still on the ground. he took out his want and said a spell, the buttons lifted and flew back to the fabric, strings attaching again. you’d heard that the Gryffindor Quidditch captain was also a pretty great wizard but you’d never seen it for yourself until that moment.

thats probably why he’d been so nonchalant about ripping it off, because he knew he could fix it. he handed it to you and you slipped it on.

you noticed your panties peaking out of Luke’s pocket and you groaned, “seriously?”

the tall blonde grinned, “finders keepers.”

at least none of you seemed to be angry anymore which was... a different dynamic than you were used to, to say the least.

“we should head out.” Ashton stated, “gotta check the infirmary again.”

you’d almost forgotten about their unconscious seeker but you nodded, “okay.”

Ashton gave you one more once over before turning and walking to the door Luke, following. they said nothing as they left. but it’s not like you had something magical to say either.

you sat down on the couch, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

------

“where’ve you been?!” one of your friends asked as you sat down at the Slytherin table for dinner.

“haven’t seen you since after the game.” another Slytherin stated.

you sighed, “had a nap. i was exhausted.”

it was partly true. after Luke and Ashton had left, you’d passed out.

your friends stared at you and you sighed again, “what?”

“well... you have a hickey.”

your hand flew to your neck. you hadn’t had a chance to look in a mirror. thats when you remembered that while Luke had been playing with your bra straps and Ashton had his hand down your panties, his lips had been on your neck.

“so who’s the guy?” you friends smirked.

you groaned, “i don’t want to talk about it.”

your eyes drifted over your friends shoulder to the front of the great hall. Ashton, Luke and their seeker had entered. the seeker looked fine but she was leaning on Ashton.

you felt heat run through your body as your fist clenched on the table. it took you a moment to realize what you were feeling: jealousy.

“at least their seeker looks fine.” one of your friends mused.

your other friend tilted her head, watching the trio, “you know, if Luke Hemmings wasn’t such an asshole, he’d be cute.”

----

you’d managed to avoid Ashton and Luke the rest of the weekend but you couldn’t avoid them on Monday as you went to class. you hoped they would ignore you.

you hoped they were going to be chill about the whole thing. you hoped they’d just forget about it.

but part of you, a part that you really didn’t want to think about, hoped that maybe they had been thinking about you all weekend like you had been thinking about them.

you were talking with a friend when Luke and Ashton entered the classroom. they were almost past you when Luke stated “nice neck.”

you turned, brain immediately trying to come up with a sassy response but all that could come out of your mouth was “nice face!”

it was not your shining moment that’s for sure.

Luke laughed and the two continued to their place in the back of the class. you looked down at your desk, feeling a blush rise through your body as your friend stared at you slack jawed, “what the fuck was that?!” she whispered.

“i really don’t want to even talk about it.” you groaned.

the class went by excruciatingly slowly. all you could think about was the way it had felt to have both of them. it was the most distracting thing.

when class ended you stood to leave, hoping to get out of there before either boy could come after you. as you walked down the hall you let out a sigh of relief, thinking you were safe.

thats when a hand grabbed yours and suddenly you were being pushed against a wall in a small, deserted off shoot hallway. Luke grinned down at you, “think you could avoid us all day?”

Ashton leaned against the wall next to you, “sorry about your neck.”

it took you a moment to process the fact that he’d just apologized to you. sure, he’d been sort of sweet after he’d literally fucked your brains out but you had assumed that was a post orgasm sign of weakness.

“its fine.” you breathed. and now you were being soft and not getting mad at him?

“why’ve you been avoiding us?” Ashton asked.

he actually looked concerned.

Luke looked like his usual asshole self but Ashton... well, this was a different side to him. he was almost caring... understanding.

“sorry i didn’t get a memo saying we all gave up our rivalry.” you said, sass in your voice.

Luke grinned, “aw you still hate me?” he leaned down, lips inches from yours.

“definitely.” you breathe, voice not mustering the amount of confidence you wished it had.

“fucking hate you too.” he said, almost kissing you before pulling away and leaving you wanting more.

“come to the room of requirement later. after dinner.” Ashton stated.

“I don’t think thats a good idea.” you answered.

Luke rolled his eyes as the two of them began walking away, “something tells me you’ll show up anyways.”

“fuck you Hemmings.”

he looked over his shoulder at you, “you have.”

-----

it had been three weeks since the first time.

three weeks of avoiding them both during the day and then sneaking off to the room of requirement at night.

marks were kept in places no one else could see.

but they were toeing the line. especially Luke. he was the one who truly played with fire.

you and Ashton, as captains, were more able to keep a level head but Luke wouldn’t know was self control was if it smacked him in the face and said “hey, tall boy, i’m self control, ever heard of me?!”

he had a thing for still causing altercations in class that would get you both fired up. hate sex was definitely his sex of choice.

Ashton had frequently shown his softer side, even going so far as to say you played really well in a quidditch game against Hufflepuff. of course he had said it while he had thought you were sleeping after he’d just made you orgasm five times in a row but it was the thought that counted.

you had a match against Ravenclaw and you were ready for it. as your team got ready for the whistle to blow, signifying the start of the game, you focused on the snitch, ignoring the Gryffindor seating area where you knew Luke and Ashton were sitting.

it was a particularly windy day and part of you had wondered if the game would be canceled but there you were, wind whipping at your robes as you bolted after the snitch.

about forty minutes into the game a bludger came out of nowhere and before you knew what was happening you were falling.

----

Ashton leaned against the wall outside the infirmary while Luke paced back and forth in front of him. “how much fucking longer do you think the Slytherins will be in there?” he asked finally.

“until she wakes up probably.” Ashton shrugged.

Luke glared at Ashton before peaking through the door, “she’s still unconscious.” he stated.

“you gotta calm down mate.”

“i am calm.” Luke snapped, “you calm down.”

Luke was conflicted. when it had started, the hate sex had been great. but as the weeks had gone on he’d started to feel things... things he’d never ever thought he’d feel for a Slytherin.

but he’d always been able to brush them off, pretend they weren’t there.

and now they were front and centre.

his mind was spinning and the only thing he cared about was if you were alright. it scared the shit out of him, but not as much as the thought of loosing you. which was insane, after all you were just unconscious, he knew you would be fine. and yet, that knowledge didn’t calm him down. it didn’t make him feel better.

a few voices drew Luke’s attention back to the infirmary door and when he looked in, it was obvious that you’d woken up.

Luke made a split second decision, muttering “fuck it.” as he pushed open the infirmary doors, Ashton groaning and following.

your friends were all fussing over you and none of them noticed the two Gryffindors until your gaze landed on them standing behind your friends.

“what do you two want?” one of your friends glared immediately.

“are you okay?” Luke asked, ignoring your friends and trying to sound nonchalant but his worry seeped through the cracks, visible all over his face.

“i’m fine.” you stated.

“you.” Luke said, turning to one of your friends, “you’re the beater aren’t you? where the fuck were you when that bludger went for Y/N?”

your friend let out a little squeaking noise in shock, crumbling under the obviously angry Gryffindors gaze, “I-”

“Luke, i’m fine.” you stated again, “calm down.”

“i am calm!” Luke yelled.

Ashton’s hand went to Luke’s shoulder, “keep your voice down mate.”

Luke’s frantic eyes went to you. the only thing he wanted to do was wrap you in his arms and kiss you but there was a wall of Slytherins in front of him and Ashton’s hand on his shoulder would definitely have stopped him. “fuck!” Luke shouted, turning and leaving the room.

“sorry about him.” Ashton apologized before turning and following his friend.

all your friends turned to you, “okay, now you have to explain what the fuck is going on.”

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word had gotten out about Luke and Ashton’s visit to the infirmary.

you were fine and you were even able to make it to dinner that night. as you walked into the great hall, eyes went to you. people began whispering.

everyone had guessed that Luke had a thing for you but people weren’t sure if you had a thing for him or not.

you’d told your small group of Slytherin friends and they had been shocked, unsurprisingly. appalled would be another choice word because “Luke Hemmings is an asshole!” but they generally agreed that “Ashton isn’t the worst Gryffindor ever.”

but... they all had to admit: Luke being worried about you was cute.

but it was confusing as fuck for you. because until that moment he’d never been soft. never.

Ashton was always the one who cuddled after sex. Ashton was the one who would toss you your clothes and kiss you before they left.

Luke was the one always asking if you still hated him. the one who, when finished, would go sit across the room and watch. he’s the one who would leave without saying another word.

you had considered dating Ashton. and Luke was a great fuck but you hadn’t really thought of him as a relationship type. which had made things simple. but now... not so much.

Luke and Ashton approached the Great Hall, “are you calm yet?” Ashton asked.

Luke rolled his eyes, “no.”

“well maybe we shouldn’t go in there.” Ashton suggested, “you might do something stupid.”

it was a legitimate concern.

“is it really the worst thing in the world for me to be nice to her?” Luke asked.

Ashton shrugged, “i’m not the one who said you couldn’t be. you did that to yourself.”

Luke groaned, it was true, “i... I like her. fuck. i like her a lot.”

“yeah. me too.”

“shit. what do we do?” Luke ran a hand through his hair.

“we’ll have to talk to her about it. but obviously you need to go see if she’s okay, so,” Ashton put a hand on Luke’s shoulder, “you’re a Gryffindor Luke. Be a lion-”

“and not a pussy.” Luke finished the saying for him. he took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage he could, he stepped towards the Great Hall then stopped and groaned, “fuck, all the Slytherins are going to be staring at me though.”

“do you want to know if she’s okay or not?”

Luke took a deep breath, squaring his large shoulders. then he walked into the Great Hall.

all the snakes turned to Luke as he walked towards you and your friends where you sat near the end of one of the long tables. he stopped in front of you, eyes looking you over, “you’re not in the infirmary.” he stated.

“yeah.” you said awkwardly, trying to ignore your table mates who were all gawking at him.

“you’re okay.” he stated.

“uh huh.” you bit at your lip, “Luke do you want to sit down?”

Ashton walked up behind Luke who was staring at you with an open mouth, “that’s probably a good idea.” Ashton said.

you looked at your friends, “make some room.”

they all gawked at you, “seriously?!” one of your friends hissed, a girl who hadn’t been in the infirmary and probably had no fucking clue what was going on.

you rolled your eyes at them as the girls hesitantly made room for you on either side as Luke and Ashton sat down. Luke turned sideways to look at you, straddling the bench, “i was worried.” he stated.

“i can see that.” you almost laughed. this boy really had no idea what the fuck he was doing, “like i said earlier, i’m fine. now what’s this all about?”

you looked between Luke and Ashton.

“this isn’t the place-” Ashton began to say.

“i want to get to know your friends.” Luke interrupted.

everyone in the vicinity, including you and Ashton stopped and stared at him. he was the self proclaimed Slytherin hater. and now here he was. at the table. saying he wanted to make friends.

he turned abruptly, looking at a girl across the table, “i’m Luke.”

“Harmony.” The girl said her name.

Luke nodded, looking at the next girl, “I’m-”

“Luke. yes. we all know who you are.” she glared but when you gave her a warning look she sighed, “i’m Winnona.”

the girls all went around and introduced themselves, Luke paid close attention to each name, repeating the tough ones to himself. it was obvious he was making an effort. and it was shocking.

Ashton had a natural charisma and within minutes he had your Slytherin friends laughing. he was telling an elaborate story about his first tattoo with a muggle artist when Luke grabbed your hand under the table, his thumbs brushing over your palm as he turned it facing up.

his eyes watched his own movements and you’d never seen him so soft before in your life. “who knew all it would take was me getting hurt for you to realize you actually like me.” you teased quietly.

he smiled, laughing slightly as he continued to look at your palm.

Ashton carried most of the conversation but Luke tried to get involved. when dinner ended the three of you stood and the entire Great Hall watched the three of you leave in confusion.

the mystery of which one of them you were dating remained #unsolved.

as soon as you were away from prying ears and eyes you said: “so what is this? a week ago i would have said we were all just fuck buddies but it feels like that’s changed.”

“we both really like you.” Ashton said, “so if you’re up for it, i think Luke and i would both be down to give this a try as something more.”

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the school was obviously waiting for answers about your dating life which meant keeping it a secret was difficult at first.

it had only been a week and you were at one of their games, Slytherin vs Hufflepuff. they both played brilliantly and Gryffindor won.

you couldn’t help yourself, running onto the pitch. Luke was closest and you ran into his arms, he lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed your lips to his, smiling into the kiss.

as he set you down, you were both aware that everyone was staring.

you heard someone mumble, “i told you it was Luke not Ashton.”

but then Ashton walked towards you with a smile as Luke let you go and you went into Ashton’s arms, grabbing his face and kissing him as his arms wrapped around you.

audible gasps erupted around the three of you.

Luke approached, wrapping his arms around you and Ashton. you all enjoyed each other, ignoring the stares and the whispers. after all, they were courageous Gryffindors and you were a bad ass Slytherin, if anyone could take this shit, it was you three.

----

to say that people were shocked would be an understatement. they would have been shocked at you being friends with Luke or Ashton, let alone dating, and definitely at the fact that you were dating both.

oddly enough, the two lions were able to win over the Slytherins. it was obvious how soft they both were for you.

the Gryffindors were harder but one harsh look from Ashton or Luke would get them to fall in line.

besides, Gryffindors had to get used to you because you were around a lot. Luke and Ashton had very high sex drives and once you were all out as a couple, they preferred the safety and comfort of their own room. luckily enough they had a shared room but the noises still kept most people up late.

Luke had become soft as fuck for you but they were still down for angry, kinky sex. somehow it worked. you all pushed each other to be the best.

there was still friendly house competition but nothing like it had been.

you usually didn’t have to play Quidditch against each other but you all promised not to let game outcomes affect anything... except the sex. angry post quidditch match sex was always something to look forward too.

Luke and Ashton would come sit at the Slytherin table most of the time, your friends having warmed up to Luke with his awkward and weird introduction that first day he’d sat down.

you could all still be absolute assholes, but at least you were assholes together.

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As promised, my analysis/opinion/thought piece on today’s MUWFC game vs Spurs. Everything is chronological which I feel like should go without saying but in the interest of clarity 🤷🏽‍♀️ but not everything is tagged to the minute cause I am an idiot that didn’t realise that that would be helpful til like the 2nd half. Also, if I missed anything, or got players mixed up or anything pls lemme know and I’ll edit accordingly! I’ve never really done any from of sports based writing before (I don’t think tweets count lol) so pls be nice, merci 😘

Line up as follows, I guess this is pretty common knowledge but you know, coherency and such.

Tbh it was kinda hard to see *a lot* of this game, especially on the far side of the pitch and by both goals because of the weather, felt like I was watching Silent Hill for a little while there, but I did my best. My wifi is also horrendous atm, and we all know that the FA Player can be problematic so there’s a very good chance I might have missed something due to a lag or buffering btw. Just drop me an ask if you notice anything that mightn’t be quite right, and I’ll fix it asap! Some ~analysis~ (if you could call it that lol) is more detailed than other bits cause there was a lot happening and today I learned that it’s kinda hard to write one thing and watch another at the same time lol

First half:

Quick, fast and almost successful start. A much-needed improvement on the stagnancy vs Bristol a few weeks ago, and obviously we couldn’t see the midweek game vs Brighton so I can’t compare them.

I have to say I’m not a massive fan of all the back passes, all the time. I think a more attacking FB might be needed in the summer, or maybe Ökvist should be given some time to acclimatise to the WSL soon? I was never the biggest fan of Harris last season, I personally don’t think she’s fast enough – she gets outpaced down the flank by attackers 90% of the time, which isn’t good. I think A. Turner is the strongest FB option currently, at least defensively, and she’s shown she has a decent attacking ability, and has a wicked long ball, as well as crossing. My only issue is sometimes those tackles of hers can be a liability, giving away unnecessary fouls. It’s almost like she doesn’t think before she flies in sometimes, which is a shame, cause I love them. A lot.

There were a couple of really good chances in the first half, including a great ball in and run up from Galton, which should have resulted in probably the opening goal but whether it was as a result of the weather or just misjudged timing and placement from both Ross and Sigsworth, the chance went to waste. Groenen had an excellent chance to net her first for United but unfortunately sent it just wide. Another glorious link up between A. Turner and Galton led to another decent chance, a gorgeous cross in from the right to the opposite side of the box, and the perfect header which unfortunately was aimed straight at the keeper. Very unlucky to head in at the break with nothing.

There was an incredible double save from Earps around halfway through the first half. I have to say, I have some anxieties with her sometimes. She is quite good, but has a tendency to make some silly mistakes, and doesn’t always make the right call for a save. But my god she was on her game today, even if a potential error might have led to the first save. Didn’t disappoint me anytime she was called on this afternoon.

A few frustrations started to show around the 30 min mark, a few sloppy passes and challenges making the rounds. It was also around this time that I realized I’d picked a pretty poor game to start this thing on because I could barely see anything.

Zelem seems to be back in form, which can only be a good thing. But I would very much like it if somehow she could drag some of the other girls back up with her.

There were a fair few soft calls going Spurs way, which I wasn’t entirely convinced by. But then again I’m probably just naturally biased towards my girls.

Another great ball in to Sigsworth from A. Turner which was just *chefs kiss* but unfortunately came to nothing. There was also a spin move either to commit or avoid a challenge, I couldn’t really tell tbh, which was very impressive, as was her chase down on Mitchell at around 43 mins. (Amy’s my favourite player, can you tell?)

Booking for Kirsty Smith just before half time, but I gotta be honest I couldn’t see it due to the fog, so I have no idea what happened. Couldn’t find anything about it in the United post-match report either so apparently we’re just deleting that from the history of the earth which is completely fine by me to be honest.

Second half:

My main takeaway from this game is that both Sigsworth and Ross always seem to be looking for the same ball in the penalty area, and there very rarely seems to be anybody else around looking for a potential rebound. I think that James (who missed today’s game due to suspension) seems to be our main (only?) front line creator and finisher; Sigsworth is fine, that girl works like a dog and always gets the job done, I think she may have just needed another goal to boost her confidence, but I have no real concerns with her. Ross, however, I’m not entirely convinced by, I think a lot of her finishes have been a bit lucky and flukey so far. I’d start Toone over her for the rest of the season to be honest, Ross hasn’t done anything that tells me she deserves the starting place. Feel free to disagree with this of course, this is just my own personal opinion.

56 mins – confusion has entered the chat. McManus ends up pretty much through on goal, and then the ref whistles for what I assumed to be an offside. So naturally I nearly kicked my laptop out the window. The ref then awards a United penalty, and I’m even more confused now than I was in the beginning. I genuinely didn’t see anything but did hear a few shouts from what I’m assuming was the United bench for handball, so I have no idea what happened here.

‘58 – GOAL. Who else? God bless Katie Zelem is all I’m saying.

‘61 – Hanson 🔁 Ross. I think this was a good swap. I don’t think Ross was particularly good today, and Hanson immediately sparked that RW. I would have subbed Ross off sooner but that’s my only issue.

’64 – GOAL – Sigsworth with a pretty perfect if slightly scruffy strike from a corner.

A much better corner than previous attempts, and Spurs hadn’t defended any of them particularly well. I think that we have a major issue with set pieces, I dunno what exactly the problem is, whether they need to allocate a new taker or whatever but before today had we scored from a corner all season? Lemme knowwww.

’65 – A few decent chances for Spurs around this time. One pretty clear run in from the right, and one or two shots bounced right of the crossbar and the post. Basically my heart stopped for about 8 mins.

’66 – I DO NOT WANT TO SEE BACK PASSES IN THE BOX AS OPPOSITION PLAYERS SWARM IN. CLEAR IT. I DON’T CARE WHERE IT GOES JUST GET IT OUT. (sorry for the caps but my anxiety was out in force this afternoon)

United started playing much better after both goals, think they just needed a kick up the arse. *Ahem* A confidence boost. 👀 Much better intensity for the final 30 mins than the previous 60 imo.

’68 – Another decent chance for Spurs, with Earps coming way too far off her line than sat right with me. Very lucky nothing came of that.

’69-72 – Around this time I started to get *very* confused between Amy and Abbie cause they both had yellow boots on and literally the only thing I could see on the far side of the pitch was feet. That was fun.

’73 – The wasteful corners made a return. Slightly less panicked about that one considering we were already 2-0 up but still, I would like to see the glaring set piece issue sorted asap thanks girls x

’75ish – Toone 🔁 Groenen. Man I love Jackie Groenen. She really has been immense for us so far, and there’s a definite difference in how we play without her.

’78 – Harris 🔁 M. Turner. I’ve said my piece about Harris above but man, can we take a second to appreciate Millie Turner. She never, ever stops. Literally the heart of our defence.

’86 – GOAL – Oh captain, my captain. Beautiful strike from a free kick just outside the box, with the perfect bend around the wall and subsequently the keeper to make it 3-0.

United were very obviously stronger in the second half, almost looked like a completely different team at times. Whether they just got the hairdryer treatment at the half (I would imagine Casey is terrifying when she’s mad.) or the goals gave them that spark they desperately needed to kick on, they definitely made up for all the missed chances in the first half.

’90 – 4 additional minutes.

’92 – Another United free kick. McManus found herself almost clear in (again!), but due to an unlucky fumble with the ball at her feet unfortunately nothing came from this one. Surely a 4th goal otherwise.

’93 – FIIIIIIIIGHT. Kinda. You love to see it. Spend a little while conducting some, scientific research 🌚 and have concluded that Toone was tackled from behind just as the ball left her feet, which led to the ~scuffle~. Have to say that Amy walking away with Ella was extremely 🥰🥰🥰 (This is my research - https://twitter.com/48hours8/status/1218896406020349953?s=21)

’94 – Red card for Tooney. I would assume for her reaction more than anything but the camera didn’t catch it so I guess we’ll never know. I would have thought a yellow would suffice, considering that’s all the Spurs player in question received, but apparently not. 🤔 I’m still kinda confused tbh.

’95 – Full time.

Thus concludes what was certainly an interesting match. Please enjoy this comparison of United vs Spurs chaotic energy from @danieljamesmufc

Also thanks for reading if you got this far, it’s a bit stop-starty and clunky cause I just wrote down thoughts and whatever as they came into my head and then pieced it all together later on. I also just wanna say that I was massively impressed with Smith today. She hasn’t had many chances to prove herself this season, but that combo of herself and Galton down the left was lethal today imo. 🔥

Some extra thoughts:

I’m not a huge fan (like, at all) of fans singing men’s orientated chants. Let the women’s rivalries develop on their own, in their own way, and don’t drag the vulgarities across! That said, I do think that particular group of United fans has the potential to be a very, very good thing.

Also, just wanna say that these are my girls, and I would die for every single one of them. None of my criticism is meant to be intentionally negative, I just tried to be as objective and realistic as possible, without being a fangirl lol. Even my faves aren’t immune to criticism unfortunately.

And this picture is now my favourite thing ever to exist

#that was actually pretty fun to write #living for katie and jess scoring in the same game #this took longer than i care to admit #pls be nice i’m fragile lol #muwfc #manchester united women #my writing

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