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haveatthee83 · 6 months ago

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Under My Skin (Monkey D. Luffy/Reader) 2/7

Inspo: Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word Count: ~4.5k

Warnings: Angst, arguing, cursing, angry Luffy, discussion of death and dead relatives, brief descriptions of violence.

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You rose with the sun, kicking off your covers and rolling out your back. You peeked out of the window, the sandstorm still raged on outside. You huffed and frowned hoping it would let up soon. You had plenty of chores to do outside to set up for you leaving, animals that you needed to find care for.

You pushed those worries to the side, pushing yourself up and padding to the bathroom, quickly washing your face and brushing your teeth, speeding through your morning routine.

You then crept down one door, slipping into your bedroom, not waking the sleeping Nami before digging through your dresser for clothes for the day, quickly changing into a new cropped tank top and jean shorts before creeping back out the door and into the kitchen.

You marveled at the spotless counters and floors, seemingly scrubbed clean. You couldn’t be impressed for long though, rushing to work. You grabbed out two of your chickens’ eggs out of your fridge, heaving them onto your counter, before grabbing a large bowl out of one of your cabinets. You grabbed a knife and a whisk, washing your hands before returning to work.

You hummed to yourself as you picked up one egg, slapping your knife onto the hard shell a few times, setting the knife down and pulling the shell apart when the crack was big enough. You tossed the shell into the compost before doing the same with the second egg. The bowl was almost full as you stuck in the whisk, breaking the yolks before whisking carefully. When the eggs were thoroughly combined, you grabbed your four burner pan, setting it onto your stove and turning all of the burners on low, blowing out a little flame to light the gas.

You reached back into your fridge and just plopped a whole stick of butter from your neighbor’s cow into the rapidly heating up pan. You carefully picked up the large bowl, pouring the egg into the massive pan as soon as the butter melted. When the bowl was empty you set all your dishes into the sink, washing any egg residue off of your hands before turning back to the pan, the bottom of the eggs barely solidifying, and shook heaping servings of salt, pepper, garlic, and crushed, dried cayenne from your green house into the eggs, ‘not enough to burn’ you thought with a smile, ‘just enough to warm the mouth and soul a bit’ recalling your uncle’s seasoning mantra. ‘Clears out your sinuses’ he’d insist. Besides, you didn’t know how well these pirates could handle their spice, so reserved would have to do for now.

You grabbed a spatula and folded the eggs in the pan, keeping the eggs moving so none of it would brown or burn. When the eggs were looking like they were in a good spot, you turned on your oven and put it very low, just enough to keep food warm, helping it along with a little huff of your flames before setting the pan of cooked egg into it.

You then grabbed out two more large pans, two burners this time, and started to heat them up, moving back to your fridge, grabbing out pack after pack of bacon and breakfast sausage, setting them into their respective pans. As you let them sizzle you easily slid over and grabbed out five four slice toasters, plugging them in and setting slices of homemade sourdough bread into each slot, easily burning through a loaf, sending them down with a click. You rolled over to the pans with popping and browning breakfast meats, reaching to the side and sprinkling brown sugar over the bacon, letting it set in and cook with it. When they were both done, you opened the oven again and slid both of them into it, on the top rack. You had one more rack left to keep food warm, which made you think, should you make more?

You mulled it over, closing the oven up and looking around your kitchen, eyes landing on your massive box of quick grits. You grinned and grabbed out your other four burner pan, getting right to work, quickly boiling water, adding milk, butter and the grits as needed. You let that bubble and simmer, stirring constantly to make sure none of it stuck to the bottom or sides.

When it was ready, you heard all of the toasters pop up in a line, making you smile. You grabbed the grits and slid them into the oven as well, closing it, turning off the stove, and going back to the toast. You grabbed out a large plate, a new stick of butter, and a butter spreader. The butter was solid and cold, so you held it in your hands, gently warning them up, just enough to soften it. You got right to work, grabbing out each piece of toast, buttering it and adding it to your ever-growing stack. When all of the toast was buttered, you sliced the stack down the middle, setting it up in smaller stacks along the plate, setting it up on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, where you’d put the rest of the food when the pirates were awake, which would be soon. You knew that cook couldn’t stay asleep too long.

Next you opened your fridge and grabbed out an armful of fruit, setting it onto the counter before grabbing your favorite fruit knife and a large cutting board you’d also use to serve the fruit up on. You made quick work of the variety if fruits in front of you. You wanted to make sure the pirates got plenty of vitamins, always wary of scurvy. You sliced up Mango, oranges, melons, bananas and your island’s native fruit. No one really had a set name for it, but it tasted like if pineapples and peaches had a baby, but it looks like a cantaloupe that grows in a tree.

After the fruit was all prepared, you set it up onto the counter, turning back to your fridge and grabbing out your pitchers of orange juice and milk, setting them up as well all alongside cups, and plates with forks and spoons, none of which matched, of course. You sighed, taking in your work with a nod before taking out the food from the oven, switching it off. You looked at the clock on your mantle in the living room and sighed, why aren’t they up yet?

Frowning, you thought it over but relented to your impatience, not wanting the food to get cold. You grabbed out a wooden spoon and moved to the side of your fridge, looking right down the hallway, “WAKE UP! BREAKFAST TIME! EAT IT NOW OR GO HUNGRY!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, smacking the spoon against the side of your fridge with a smile.

You heard thumps and muttering in the rooms with the Straw-Hats, content that they were awake, so you put back your spoon and got to work washing the dishes in the sink. You heard two sets of feet eagerly sprinting down the short hallway, Zoro and Sanji being the first ones in the kitchen, bickering the whole way, “Eat up, boys. Take as much as you want.” You said, jerking your head over to the large spread of food.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, Luffy’s not up yet.” Zoro muttered, rushing to fill his plate with a little bit of everything.

Sanji looked over the spread with intrigue, “How many eggs did you use?” he asked, noting the massive portion.

You shrugged, laying the last dish on the drying rack, turning to the cook, drying off your hands with your towel, “Just two. No biggie.”

Sanji’s brain short circuited for a moment, eyes flitting between you and the fluffy eggs, “Two? How?”

You chuckled at the blond’s exasperated face, “We have giant animals on this island, remember? I talked about it during the tour. I was going to show you mine, but the sandstorm kicked that plan to the curb.” You explained, opening your fridge up and pointing to your one remaining egg, easily double the size of an ostrich egg. “I own three six-foot-tall chickens you can ride, and my neighbor has two cows the size of my house, and we’re famous for our massive wild boars! They’re huge and really mean, they’re a pain in the ass to kill, but they’re damned tasty. All that bacon and sausage wasn’t even a fraction of what came from that pig.”

Sanji’s mind whirred with possibilities, ‘That might keep up with Luffy’s massive appetite.’ He thought, obliging as you ushered him to go and eat.

Nami came in next, ready for the day, but still bleary eyed and half awake. You laughed quietly at her predicament, “Should I put on a pot of coffee?” the ginger nodded, yawning as she went to fix herself a plate.

“Damn, this looks good.” She muttered, piling her plate high. You shook your head and turned to make a quick pot of coffee, “Got any sugar for the grits?” she asked.

You nodded, grabbing two cannisters from the side of the stove, resting them on a small sliver of space you found on the counter, “This one’s white sugar, this one’s brown sugar.” You showed her, opening and closing each before turning back to your work on the coffee.

Usopp, Robin, and Chopper all filed in next, stretching and yawning. They all grabbed their plates and ushered themselves to their previously claimed seats in your living room. You glanced into the room with a smile, a warm feeling settling in your chest at having a full house again, even if it’s smaller than before. “Who wants coffee?” you chimed, noting all of their hands raised besides Chopper and nodded, “Do you think Luffy will want any?” the whole crew shook their head with quiet giggles. You took that in with a smile, grabbing out five mugs out of the cabinet, filling each with the hot coffee, leaving a bit of room for cream and sugar in each, just in case. You grabbed three in one hand and two in the other, putting them onto the coffee table with a smile before rushing back to the fridge to grab out a small pitcher of cream and your canister of sugar, setting them by the mugs.

A chorus of thank you’s and happy sighs resounded around you. “Aren’t you eating?” Robin asked, adding a spoon of sugar into her mug.

“Yeah!” you exclaimed, looking around you, “I’m just used to making sure everyone else has their plates before I do.”

Zoro snorted a laugh, biting into a sausage link, “You better cut that out with Luffy around.” He snickered. “That man could eat a whole fleet of ships and ask for ice cream after.”

The crew all snickered and giggled in agreement, Nami urging you to grab yourself a plate, “He’ll grab his soon.”

So, you got to work, piling your plate with all of your favorites, fixing up your grits and grabbing a glass and filling it with orange juice before joining Nami again on the loveseat. Right as you started to tuck in, the sound of a slow patter of feet brought all of your attention back to the kitchen. Luffy was awake.

His eyes scanned the large expanse of food in front of him, just going ahead and devouring the food that was left at the counter, making you laugh a bit. Luffy didn’t notice or care, digging into the feast with sparkles in his eyes.

“That’s what he’s usually like.” Nami whispered in your ear.

Sanji scowled, “Aren’t you going to say thank you for breakfast?” he barked, making the captain pause, swallowing the mouthful he was working on.

“Thank you, Sanji! It’s really good. You should make breakfast like this more often; I don’t know what you did different.” He chimed, digging right back into his food.

Sanji went to correct him, but you stopped him, frantically waving at him, ‘NO!’ ‘LEAVE IT!’ ‘IT’S OKAY!’

Sanji frowned deeper and shook his head, calling out to his captain, surely this would make him like you a bit, maybe help him loosen up around you, “I can’t take any credit.”

“Shut up, Sanji!” you hissed quietly, your face heating up in embarrassment, and you tried to hide your face in your hat, holding your hands over your face, your plate in your lap.

“Our beautiful host got up early and made all of this.” He said resolutely, taking another bite of the delicious food with a smile.

Luffy paused, eyes darting to where you hid, Nami trying to reassure you, and set his jaw. Of course you could cook. Of course, Luffy liked it. ‘Of course.’ He thought bitterly, resuming his eating with a frown, swearing it tasted a bit sour now that he knew.

Zoro reached over and kicked Sanji’s foot, and when the blond whirled on him, Zoro just pointed expectantly at you and Luffy, you were just coming out of your hiding place with a frown, and Luffy who was eating with a scowl. Sanji couldn’t help but feel like he deserved the kick this time, even if he was only trying to help, he thought with a wince.

“It is very good,” Robin chimed.

Chopper nodded in her lap, “Uh-huh! It’s real tasty.”

The rest of the crew offered their agreement, even if it made their captain’s eye twitch. “You guys are just being nice.” You muttered, taking a sip of your orange juice.

Nami was about to deny your statement, but she was interrupted, “Probably are.” Luffy muttered lowly, taking a swig of milk straight from the pitcher.

You shrank in your seat, no longer hungry.

“Monkey D. Luffy.” Robin set her now empty mug onto your side table with an audible thump. “You are out of line.”

“You’re being a dick.” Zoro grumbled, taking the last few bites of his food.

The other Straw-Hats nodded, but you shook your head, “It’s oka-“

“It’s not okay.” Robin chastised you before whirling back to Luffy with a stern look, “We let you have your time yesterday, but we will not allow you to treat your crew so poorly.” Luffy scrunched his brows together, and Robin noticed her slip. The other Straw-Hats tensed up a bit, eyes flitting between Robin and their captain, “She’s coming with us.”

“What do yo-“

“She’s going to be part of the crew, frankly whether you like it or not, because I intend on taking her onto the Thousand Sunny and keeping her safe, hell or high water.” Robin held her captain’s gaze with cool, calm control. “So, either get with it, or get over it. You’re too old and too good of a person to be a bully.”

Luffy puffed up like a bird, anger coursing through him, he wasn’t a bully. He wasn’t mean. You just…You were the worst. Every time he looked at you a pang of sadness, rage, or regret coursed through him at full force. You pissed him off. You got under his skin, burrowing deep, making him scratch and dig to get you out.

You rose to your feet, clattering your plate onto the coffee table, bits of your food scattering along the wood. Luffy couldn’t see your eyes beneath the brim of your hat, but he could see your mouth pinched in a wince, a stream of tears coming down your face. You clenched your fists and rushed past Luffy, and he heard you sniffle as you passed him by before you whirled into your room, slamming the door behind you.

‘Shit.’ Luffy didn’t like you, sure, but he didn’t want to make you cry. The thought that he had made his teeth grit, and he slammed his face into his hands with a groan of anguish. Luffy was acting weird. Even he knew it.

“Luffy.” Came Robin’s level anger, and all he could muster was a hum of acknowledgement, “I need you to understand something. This woman showed us around her island, gave us shelter, food, water, she let Nami sleep in her own bed. She has been nothing but kind and has been wringing herself into knots worrying about making you upset, making excuse after excuse for your behavior.” She went on, setting Chopper and her plate aside, walking to be at the opposite side of the counter from him, “Did you know today is her brother’s birthday? Did you know today is the anniversary of her entire pirate crew being slaughtered by Marines? Her entire nakama gone! Just like that! Did you know she has no one else? She was still holding onto hope that she’d find Ace because he was the only person in her life she had left, only to find out he’d been dead for two years.”

Luffy flinched at every word, shame pouring over him, “She’s possibly the only person who could understand exactly how you feel and you’re lashing out at her!” Robin’s voice lowered dangerously as she continued, “Her brother died in her arms after saving her life, killed by a Marine Admiral. When she got me alone, one of the first things she asked me is if Ace died smiling. Did you know all three of them promised that’s how they’d go? Do you realize she’s the only one left?”

Luffy’s eyes watered into his palms, the pain of being the only one left wracking a sob through him. The Straw-Hats sucked in gasps as they heard his quiet cries. “I didn’t know.” He cried, over and over again he muttered through his tears, “I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t know.” Robin moved around the counter and took him into a tight hug.

“You didn’t know,” Robin whispered as he started to calm down, “but now you do.”

Luffy’s breath caught. She was right. Luffy still held a sour taste in his mouth when he thought about you, but he knew what the right thing was to do. He had to apologize. He had to apologize and change his behavior. He was being mean.

Luffy lifted his head from Robin’s shoulder and nodded, wiping his face with is hands. “I gotta apologize.” He mumbled, turning to walk down your hallway.

“It’ll be okay.” Robin called after him, her brows knit with worry, but she returned to her crew, sitting back down with Chopper.

Luffy stood in front of your doorway, hand raised to knock, but that’s when he heard you. You were still crying, sobbing in your room. Because of Luffy.

‘Fuck.’

Luffy fought through the pull of fear in his chest, racking his knuckles against the maroon painted door. God, nothing in your house matched. Even your doors were different colors.

“Go away.” You muttered, muffled by the door. “I’m crying and it’s not pretty!”

Luffy flinched a bit, but tried the door handle, finding it turning readily. He pushed the door open slowly, trying not to startle you. You were in your bed, to the left of the door, back to Luffy. For once, your hat was on your nightstand. Your shoulders shook with your small cries, and even from behind, Luffy could tell you were holding onto something.

“Go away, Luffy.” You muttered, curling deeper into yourself.

“How did you know it was me?”

“You’re lighter on your feet than the rest.” Luffy blinked back a bit of shock and closed your door, creeping up to you quietly. Luffy hesitated, but he sat on your bed at your feet, his back to yours. “What do you want?” you whispered, the saddest little question he had ever heard, and Luffy swore it felt like a kick to the balls, knocking his breath out of him.

“I-I need to apologize.” He stammered, fiddling with the strings of his hat under his chin. “I’ve been mean.”

You sniffled, but sat up, sitting perpendicular to Luffy, and he saw what you held in your hands. It was another picture. This one was just of you and your brother, sly smiles as you tried to pose formally. You wore a white suit, with vest and gloves and hat, the full shebang, and your brother wore a sparkling red gown, glamorous makeup on and his short hair gelled into finger waves, and in the background Luffy could see a Marine ball.

“He was my best friend, you know?” you whispered, thumb stroking your brother’s face, “He and my uncle were my only family, then when I was five, and he was seven, he started talking about sailing the seas, the two of us with a band of misfits and orphans. We’d make our own family, with our own rules, and we’d be infamous.” You told the story with a melancholy smile, “We both stumbled onto our devil fruits one day and ate them immediately. We trained any second we got between chores, staying up until the sun rose just practicing. The second he saved up enough Berry for a proper ship, we only set foot on land for my uncle’s birthday, then his funeral and to get supplies. We racked up a large crew as we hit island after island. Then we started targeting Marines. We’d always hated those fuckers, and suddenly we could do something about it.” You said with a shrug. “The bounties started pouring in, mine and his climbing higher and higher than we ever expected, but we stayed on course. We knew what we wanted. We wanted to sail together and take out as many marines as we could on the way. They suppressed stories about us in the newspapers, because they didn’t want people seeing some small fry pirate crew with a triple digit kill count.”

Luffy’s eyebrows shot up in shock, “Holy shit.”

You smirked, a little glint in your eye, “We were a pretty formidable little crew. We anchored just short of the Grand Line and set up lights and music, I made a damned feast all for my brother. It was his eighteenth birthday. We did all of that before we were even adults.” You said with a grin spreading across your face. It dropped when you started talking again, “I was giving a little speech when the first cannonball hit. We didn’t know what hit us. We all got into battle stations, but they had a fleet. We stood our ground and my crew died with honor. I convinced my brother to play dead with me, we’d either get out alive or we’d have a better chance to ambush any attackers. It wasn’t hard, we were both so damned beat up. I didn’t know why, but he insisted on laying half on top of me, for realism he said. Bullshit. We both froze and pretended to be corpses as that damned Admiral came down into the guts of the ship, he was stabbing bodies through the heart to make sure they were dead.” Your expression curled into a snarl, “When he got to us, I was waiting on my brother’s cue, he needed to hop up first then I’d pop up and go crazy. He didn’t. He laid perfectly still as that sword ran him through, I just had to not flinch as it dug into my stomach a bit,” you said, pointing to your exposed stomach, a scar to the right, “I held still, I couldn’t let the Admiral know we were alive! When he left, I tried to stop the bleeding, but it would’ve never worked. He was dying. I cried and tried not to scream, and he just smiled, cracking jokes.” You scoffed, “Jokes! He made me promise to get out alive, to move on, to live my life and take down as many Marines as I could in the process.” You said, setting your jaw, glaring a hole through the picture in your hand. “He died smiling, and the Marines lit the ship on fire and left it to sink to the bottom of the sea. I took a dinghy that was left, a bit of food and some water and just rowed my way in one direction until I found an island, boat hopping my way back here. I was the only survivor, but since that Admiral had ‘checked’, everyone thought I was dead. Everyone was spooked as hell when I came home. I’ve been here, laying low between attacks on the Marines ever since.”

Luffy swallowed the lump in his throat, “Ace died taking a hit for me. An Admiral tried to ambush me, he had a magma fruit, and Ace stepped in. Punched him right through the chest. He died right there in my arms, and he did that shit too. He died smiling.” Luffy muttered, fighting back tears.

“He was a great man.” You muttered, shifting to sit next to Luffy properly, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed next to each other. “He really did talk about you all the time. You and Sabo.” You said, nudging Luffy’s knee with yours, “He-“ you huffed out a laugh, “he was convinced that you and I would fall in love, get married, the whole shebang. He even picked out names for our three kids.” You giggled.

Luffy flushed a bit, “He did not.”

“He did!” you insisted, counting off on your fingers, “Ruby Anne, River Lee, and Rocky Viper” you snickered, “He insisted he’d be their god father and that he’d spoil them all rotten. He came up with entire life plans for them after a while.”

Luffy found himself letting out a wheeze of a laugh, “What the hell?”

You nodded, “He was convinced they’d all be pirate captains, and that Ruby would take over for you when you got old as King. He always said she was the only responsible one. Said she took after me.” You chuckled at the memories. “He’d scold me for doing stupid stuff by saying stuff like, ‘Is this a story you want River to hear?’ or ‘Ruby’s gonna make fun of you for that in like thirty years!’.” You exclaimed, a poor imitation of Ace’s voice.

Luffy couldn’t drop the questions whispering at the back of his skull, “I still don’t know why he never talked about you.” You both frowned.

“I don’t either.”

Robin settled further into her seat with a sigh, the letter burning a hole in her pocket. Finally having enough, she ushered Chopper off of her lap and excused herself to the restroom, locking the door behind her. She turned on the tap for a moment so she could rip open the adhesive. Robin knew this was invasive, wrong, rude even, but she had to read it before she let her captain have it. She couldn’t risk another blow up in this tender transition period.

She hopped up and sat on the counter, taking the papers out of the envelope and began to skim over the handwritten words. It was a letter from Ace, alright. It said something about how he was glad that Luffy had found you, that he always knew you’d come together on your own. He apologized for hiding this part of his life from Luffy, and the explanation made Robin sigh in disappointment. ‘Men.’

It went on to detail some of Ace’s adventures with you and your brother, it insisted that Luffy was going to love you both, laying it on thick that you were Luffy’s age, and that you could cook.

Robin found nothing offensive in the letter, so she sighed in relief and folded the letter back up, going to stick the letter back in the envelope when she noticed something inside. She shook out the little square and held it up, an exasperated groan ripping out of her. It was a picture of you, it was from behind, you were in a small bikini, sitting on a dock, talking to someone out of frame as you put up your hair, it was longer back then. The sun was setting behind you and it frankly was a beautiful photo of you, but the note at the bottom made her glower, “She’s perfect for you, lil dude!”. Then Robin noticed the side boob and the way you could see most of your ass.

“She was a teenager!” Robin hissed, shaking the photo in her hand, but she relented, slotting the picture and the letter into the envelope, sticking the tongue of the envelope into its opening, slipping it back into her pocket.

‘MEN!’

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taurasiluv · 28 days ago

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girl with the tattoo ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ chapter five

「pairing」 breanna stewart x riley carter (oc)

「summary」 breanna makes up for lost time

「cw」 this chapter is filthy. so. smut,

「notes」 we're so back. i feel like this chapter is kinda ass but i hope you guys enjoy it.

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breanna had woken up in another woman’s bed many times. but out of all of those times, it was very slim she stayed and even slimmer that she was out of the apartment only to come back with groceries.

actually, now that she thinks about it,

this is the first time she was buying groceries for her… situationship…? teammate…? hookup…?

whatever, she didn’t want to think about whatever her and riley were. they were just friends, who happen to have hooked up and go on dates and kiss each other.

she woke up relatively early, at least earlier than riley. she somehow managed to slip out from riley’s white knuckle grip on her and head out to the kitchen. she searched around the kitchen for a bit, attempting to find a sticky note and a sharpie so she could notify riley that she was out getting groceries and not leaving her. she stuck the note onto the fridge and left the apartment.

there was a small local grocery store right by riley’s apartment which breanna was grateful for, but also confused on how the girl was yet to get any for herself. what was she living off of? she picked up bacon, some greens, and some other simple stuff that riley can start making actual health meals with. she was pretty sure the only thing riley was living off of was wine and whatever kayla and kennedy fed her when she went to see them.

she carried the grocery bags back to riley’s apartment and stocked her fridge. in her search for pans, she happened to open the cabinet and have about every one topple out and all over the floor. it was loud, to say the least. it really didn’t help that she yelled fuck when they all came tumbling out either.

when riley awoke, the bed was big and cold and empty like every other morning she had woken up this week, but she specifically remembered going to sleep with breanna wrapped in her arms. she frowned a little, realizing that breanna must’ve left. she was really starting to think that this was more, and not just a one time hook up and a teammate looking out for another.

she was delighted to hear a clattering in the kitchen followed by breanna yelling a series of fucks and ows. she dragged herself out of bed and down the hallway, quickly being reminded that she’s concussed and in pain still.

“you breaking all my shit, husky?” she asked, leaning up against the counter.

breanna was startled and quickly attempting to cover up the mess of pans with her body.

“no! it’s nothing! go back to bed!” breanna said, panicked. her cheeks right red and slight stutter in her voice.

“move over,” riley laughed, walking up to her and beginning to pick up the pans, “did you get my groceries?” she asked, confused as to why there were random ingredients on her counter that she was certain wasn’t in her fridge.

“yes! i couldn’t watch you get junk for another second. not if you’re trying to keep that body,” breanna grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

“oh shut up, freak.” she rolled her eyes, attempting to remain serious but quickly failing, the two of them falling into shared laughter.

“what are you gonna make?” riley asked idly, running her eyes over the various ingredients—bacon, spinach, eggs, milk, etc.

“eggs, do you like those? and i might make bacon,” she mumbled, coming in to embrace her.

she gladly accepted the hug, resting her head on breanna’s shoulder and taking in her warmth. she suddenly realized how good she smelt, like citrus and something else that was so uniquely breanna. the mild headache was still ever present but being in breanna’s arms made the pain bearable.

“eggs are good, make the bacon too please.” she mumbled, her head still pressing into breanna’s shoulder.

“your head feelin’ any better?” she asked, one hand held on riley’s waist and the other rubbing up and down across her back. it was intimate, a lot more intimate than one would ever be with a friend, but breanna shook that thought out of her head, attempting to get rid of whatever feelings were beginning to bubble up inside of her.

“a little, can we watch a movie after breakfast?” riley asked, finally moving away from breanna. she got a chance to really look at her, and how adorable she was in the mornings. wrinkled shirt and tired eyes framing herself.

breanna nodded her head and continued on to breakfast. riley stayed nearby, sitting on the counter next to her, and flipped the bacon while breanna made them both coffee. “how do you like it?” breanna mumbled, busy tapping her fingers in front of the coffee machine.

riley was embarrassed to admit it, but her mind went to a completely different place when breanna asked that. all of a sudden, all she could think about was the way breanna made her fall over the edge oh so gently only nights prior. “w-what?” she stuttered through the sentence, attempting to hide the fact that she was bright red and suddenly squirming in her place on the counter.

“the coffee… you good rook?” breanna frowned, coming to stand in front of her and placing the back of her hand on riley’s forehead to check her temperature.

riley cleared her throat, “yeah, yeah. i’m good. what about the coffee?” she asked, not really registering what breanna asked in the first place.

“what do you want in it…?” breanna repeated herself, mildly worried.

“oh. yeah, just creamer please. i think i have some in the fridge.”

breanna nodded and opened the fridge. taking out the vanilla creamer and setting it on the counter next to the coffee maker. riley tended to the bacon some more, mostly using it as an excuse so as to not stare at breanna while she made their respective cups of coffee.

“one coffee for carter.” breanna grinned, handing her the mug.

“wow, you calling me something other than rook for once?” her eyebrow perched up, holding the mug close to her chest and taking soft sips of the hot liquid inside.

“oh shut up. it was one time, rook.” breanna rolled her eyes, taking a sip out of her cup as well, “and now it’s never gonna happen again.” she grinned, tilting her head to the side.

they spent their morning hanging out and talking over coffee and breakfast before breanna had to leave for practice. she was debating on skipping it to care for riley more and watch their movie, but riley reassured her that she was fine to be perfectly alone and they can watch that movie another time

although, she did feel a little lonely now that she was all by herself in the apartment. there was no longer the warm presence of breanna stewart lingering near her and it made her sad.

okay maybe she was in a little too deep for this girl.

before she could think too much about it, she received a text,

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

You doing okay? Doing my hourly check in to make sure you aren’t dead 😆 I’ll leave practice right now if you aren’t okay by the way, just way the word and I’m there.

riley giggled at the way she typed with grammar and punctuation before replying,

riley

i’m good, unless you wanna leave practice 🙄 you js tryna use me to get out of practice huh?

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

No! I was just trying to make sure you are okay 😄 You were a little out of it this morning.

riley

i’m fine i promise husky 🙏 go back to practice before sandy yells at you

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

I’ll text you during lunch ❤️

a heart? was she serious?

riley gulped before setting down her phone. her head was still pounding, although a lot less severe now, and all she needed was breanna’s arms to lay in.

she signed and dragged herself off to her bedroom, flopping on the bed and curling up in it. it was a lot colder now that breanna wasn’t there, but she made it work.

before dozing off to take a nap, she sent breanna a quick test.

riley

might take a nap, srry if i don’t text back! good luck w practice!!!

she promptly hit send and then threw her phone to the other side of the bed so she couldn’t think about it.

—

by the time lunch had rolled around, breanna had sent riley a text but got no response. assuming she was still asleep, she pulled out her sandwich bag and began to enjoy her lunch in peace until betnijah came to sit with her,

“so? what’s with you and carter?” she raised an eyebrow, poking at her shoulder inquisitively.

breanna swallowed heavily. she could either confide in her friend and tell her the truth, or she could lie.

“it’s nothing, i just wanted to make sure she was okay,”

okay so she lied.

“are you sure bre? you’re glowing like you’ve been getting laid….” she raised her eyebrows, a shit eating grin on her face.

breanna’s faced blushed a light pink, she could help but crack the tiniest of smiles before immediately returning to being stone faced, hoping nijah didn’t catch on. “oh shut up,” she laughed.

they continued on to eat their lunches together, talking about practice and other life stuff.

by the time breanna got home, there was a lot weighing on her mind. her and riley had texted her and there through out the day, checking in on each other.

correction: it was mostly breanna checking in on riley.

but she didn’t care, she just wanted to make sure she was okay and her head wasn’t hurting too bad.

with no one else to turn to, she picked up her phone, clicked a contact and proceeded to call them.

the person picked up almost immediately, only a couple rings before it was answered. the voice on the other line begun the conversation, “hey bre, what’s going on?”

“corey i need you to not yell at me when i say what is happening.”

“did you like kill someone or something?”

“no! i,” she paused, gathering her words and thoughts before continuing, “i’m kinda hooking up with the new rookie on our team and i think im also in love with her.”

“what the hell bre!” the man on the other line laughed. “so..? does she reciprocate?”

breanna obviously could not see corey, but she knew he had a smug grin on his face and was wiggling his eyebrows as he said that. “i think? i mean we had sex, and it was really good. and i also kinda almost called her baby because she got concussed and i was taking care of her,” she continued on to debrief on everything that has happened since riley joined the team, and it’s safe to say that corey was in mild disbelief.

“you didn’t even take her to dinner first? i thought you were done with the heartbreaker stuff,” he laughed.

“oh shut up i swear i am, im gonna actually take her to dinner this weekend. and i think im gonna drop by her place tonight just to make sure she’s okay and eaten.”

“oh you’re in deep bre. don’t have too much fun!”

they chatted for a bit more before breanna decided it was time to pick up some food for riley and head over to her place. she stopped by the nearest pizza joint and picked up slices for the both of them and made her way to riley’s apartment.

“who the fuck—“ riley muttered under her breath, wondering who the hell was knocking on her door at 6 pm. but, when she opened the door she was delighted to see breanna standing there with a bag of food in her hand. riley’s heart practically skipped a beat when she saw the girl. she always looked good but riley seemed to enjoy it when she looked more, domestic.

her hair thrown up messily and wearing her post-practice shirt and shorts. “i came by to make sure you were alive and also that you are eating,” she grinned.

that toothy smile she always gave definitely didn’t help riley’s heart problem. her cheeks flushed a soft pink at the sight of breanna stood there with that stupid smile and food in her hand. she appreciated all the small things breanna had done for her so far, simply checking in to make sure she was alive and doing okay and making sure she was eating.

“let me make up for the fact that we didn’t get to watch that movie this morning?” breanna said as she came into the apartment, setting the bag onto her coffee table and kicking off her slides.

they sat down on the couch together and briefly bickered over a movie to watch before deciding on harry potter—breanna’s choice—and began to enjoy their pizza.

“so? how was practice without your favorite person being there?” riley grinned smugly.

breanna gave her a quick rundown about what went down during practice and conveniently left out the portion about what nijah had asked.

“so… boring im gathering,” riley joked.

breanna rolled her eyes and turned to watch the tv, taking a bite out of her pizza before speaking, “yes. it was boring.” she grinned.

riley gave her a toothy grin at her admitting to the fact that she basically missed her, her stomach fluttering.

they ate in silence for a bit, enjoying the movie, before riley had slowly began to move closer to breanna. before she knew it, their thighs were touching and the tension was palpable. breanna’s hand had found its way to riley’s thigh, gently running her thumb over the soft milky skin. riley swallowed heavily, arousal pooling in her lower stomach at the feeling of her big hands groping at her thigh.

it didn’t go further than that for a while, they were both trying their hardest to pay attention to the movie before breanna finally grabbed her face. rileys chin was cupped into breannas hand—their faces only inches apart—and now they were staring into each other’s eyes. the low dim light of rileys apartment perfectly complimented breannas icy blue eyes that riley so easily got lost in.

“can i kiss you?”

“god please breanna,” riley let out a soft whimper.

breanna smashed their lips together. it was like the last time but somehow much slower. riley had time to realize how soft breannas lips were and how well their lips moved in tandem with each other. while rileys hands got lost in breannas hair, pulling at the strands of hair out of her bun, breannas hands cupped her face—thumbs running across her cheeks.

they stayed like that for a while, at some point riley had straddled onto breannas lap, allowing breannas lips to explore further. now, it was much like before, fervor lacing their current encounter.

the older womans hands found rileys waist while sucking soft marks onto her neck, easily flipping them around. now, riley was sat on the couch and breanna was sat on her knees on the floor. her fingers slipped into rileys sleep shorts, beginning to pull them down, “can i?”

riley nodded, her brain fogging at the sight of breanna on her knees in front of her.

“words, rook.”

“please bre,”

breanna continued on, slipping off her shorts and panties and hooked her hands under her thighs to push her closer to breannas mouth. she could see how wet she was in the lighting, glistening folds enticing her. she licked an experimental line up rileys cunt, gathering her slick on her tongue.

rileys hips bucked up with a whine coming from her lips. that only encouraged breanna further, wrapping her lips around rileys clit and sucking. “fuck bre,” she moaned. she had been eaten out before—she got around at notre dame after all—but she had never had it done like this.

part of it, was maybe the fact that she was in love with breanna and the other part was just because breanna was genuinely, this good. "you taste so good,” she mumbled against her cunt before diving back in like she was starved.

she was moaning even though she wasn’t even being touched, getting off from the simple fact that she was eating riley out. this fogged rileys brain even more, her head throwing back against the cushions behind her and relishing in the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through her body.

“fuck bre, ‘m close,” she whined, almost embarrassingly so. her whines bordering on babbling nonsense that breanna was having trouble understanding, but she did catch the fact that she was close. so, she sucked harder, two fingers coming up to push into her entrance as well.

thats all it took, but breanna didn’t stop. as riley was tumbling over the edge of her climax, breanna only sped up.

her fingers moved faster and so did her tongue, the younger girls legs threatening to shut at any second.

“one more for me, ma,” breanna mumbled against her cunt, lapping harder.

it didn’t take much longer for riley to go over the edge once more, leaking all over breanna’s hand and the couch below them.

breanna mumbled praises as she helped riley come down from her high, slowing her licks and the pace of her fingers. after a few minutes, she removed her fingers and sucked them clean, grinning at the mess she made.

while riley was still blissed out—not totally back to earth yet—but she did realize the amount of cum that had come out of her. “fuck bre, my couch,” she whined.

“its hot,” she grinned, coming up off the floor to kiss her.

riley could taste herself on breannas lips, relishing in her own taste. “i’m gonna get you shorts and water and then we can take the cover off the couch and wash it, sound good?” she asked gently.

riley nodded, going limp against the couch once more. her legs felt like jello and she was still in pure bliss. sex wasn’t new to her, but god, breanna was new to her.

breanna came back soon after, handing her a pair of sleep shorts and setting a cup of water next to her on the table. she joined her on the couch, allowing riley to cuddle into her. “you’re way too good at that.” riley mumbled into her chest.

“what do you mean?”

“you’re a munch bre. like, insanely.” she giggled.

breanna raised her eyebrow, a grin spreading across her face, “not my fault you taste so good.”

“shut up,”

—

they stayed like that for a while and talked about anything and everything. from their college experiences to what riley should expect for her first game.

thats when it really set in for riley, she was playing in her first wnba game in 4 days. she had played hundreds of basketball games but the thought of playing against, and with, her idols. everybody had told her how different the wnba was, old teammates and friends alike. and she was only slightly scared.

“what if, i’m just not good in the league?” riley asked, frowning slightly.

“youre a first pick for a reason, rook. you’re gonna do great. its certainly an adjustment, but it’ll be fine and if for whatever reason you arent okay, ill be right there. you aren’t alone, i promise.” she reassured her, running her hands through rileys hair.

that made her feel slightly better, knowing that there was always going to be someone to pick her up, something she hasnt always had.

she had remembered multiple times nobody had her back. her mom never had her back, really, always telling her basketball was a ‘dyke’ sport and that she shouldn’t be in there. little did she know…. that was beside the point though. her dad wasn’t the type of man you would open up to, and the only other person she really had in her life was her best friend, leah, but she was too scared to ever confide in her about anything.

so, she bottled it up.

this worked for a while. distracting herself with basketball and school and ensuring that offer from notre dame would come one day. but it didn’t work forever, not when she was sneaking around with girls and coming to terms with her sexuality. then it got hard, suddenly, she was alone again. being gay at a private christian school wasn’t easy either. she had been called so many slurs to her face she couldnt even count, and her teammates were nowhere to be seen.

up until now, nobody had her back, or when they did it was for their own benefit. but she trusted breanna would never do that to her, she was genuine and kind. something she was beginning to admire about the woman.

“you wanna go lay down? i’ll take off the couch cover then join you,” breanna said, sleepiness lacing her voice.

riley nodded, noticing her own tiredness as well.

riley made her way to her bed and breanna followed soon after. the second breanna laid into the bed, riley was at her side, head resting on her chest. breannas warmth made her feel safe, the way she wrapped her arms so securely around the girl and placing soft kisses on her head til they both fell asleep.

—

breanna left for practice early the next morning, they talked a little bit throughout the day but they were both mostly busy. so, they didn’t really talk until the weekend.

leaving riley to her own devices for the rest of the day. that was the last time riley talked to breanna before the weekend.

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

Date tonight sound good?

riley

yes, ill make sure to look pretty for you 😛

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

Can’t wait ❤️ I’ll pick you up at 6:00 ☺️

riley felt her stomach do flips. breanna was actually taking her out on this date tonight and no concussion was gonna stop them this time around. she laid on her bed, giggling like a teenager for a couple minutes before doing the next logical step,

calling kayla and kennedy.

they were at her house before she knew it, all gathered around on her couch talking about the date and the nights previous.

“so wait. ny concussed you, and then stewie came home with you and nursed you back to health?” kayla asked, mildly confused.

“and then she ate me out like it was her last meal.” riley grinned, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

they continued on to talk about practice and the first game and whatever the girls were up to in their own lives for hours til riley realized she should probably start to get ready. kayla and kennedy helped, obviously. doing her hair and make up and allowing her to vent her worries about the date.

“okay but what if she decides she hates me and never wants to see me again?”

the two girls exchanged glances before kayla spoke, “girl. she literally had her tongue inside you i promise you she wants you.”

riley laughed at that, but she still couldn’t help but overthink. she attempted to distract herself until the time of the date, saying good bye to kayla and kennedy and doing the last finishing touches on her make up and outfit before breanna came and picked her up.

she walked aimlessly around the apartment til it was 6 and there was a knock at the door. she was here.

riley picked up her bag and opened the front door to see breanna standing there with flowers and the biggest grin she had ever seen. she looked adorable, her hair framing her face, white button up that so perfectly fit her with a leather jacket on and jeans.

“woah, you look really good rook,” breanna grinned, looking her up and down.

riley was in a short green dress, neckline cut just short enough to give a hint of cleavage and skirt just long enough to cover her ass. the pure sex appeal wasn’t helped by the pumps that adorned her feet either, making her almost as tall as breanna.

“not too bad yourself, bre.” she winked.

as much as she tried to hide it, riley could still see how breanna’s ears turned red and her face flushed a soft pink. she held out the bouquet of flowers—a mix of tulips and chrysanthemums wrapped in brown paper—for riley to grab. she took them willingly, stepping back into the apartment for a moment. “i’m gonna go put these a vase, come in if you want,”

breanna nodded and walked behind riley, taking a seat on the couch and nervously tapping her feet while riley put the flowers away. it didn’t take long, a few minutes at most, before riley came back, “you ready?”

breanna nodded and got up, reaching for riley’s hand which she gladly gave to her. they walked out of the apartment building, hand in hand and walking about their days. “you look beautiful, by the way,” breanna grinned as she opened the passenger door of her car for riley. she got in, appreciating how breanna went out of her way to treat her properly, to do the small things.

when breanna was buckled into her seat and starting the car, her hand creeped over to riley’s thigh. sitting respectfully towards her knee and gently messaging it. riley felt goosebumps form under her touch, butterflies bursting in her stomach. the conversation was casual and flowed well, like it always did with breanna, and before she knew it they were parking in front of what seemed to be a fancy italian place.

breanna wasted no time and came around to riley’s side of the car and opened the door for her, helping her out of the car and holding her hand, “this place seems nice,” riley grinned, admiring the sparkly lights that lined the outdoor patio section of the restaurant.

“i picked it out just for you, the outdoor seating seemed like something you would like.” she shrugged with a grin, leading them inside the restaurant. she talked to the hostess for a moment, getting their seats and following the woman out to the patio. they sat down and menus were distributed to the each of them.

they browsed through them for a while, idle chit chat while riley scanned the menu. she noticed that everything was pricey, making her slightly nervous to actually pick anything out. breanna must’ve picked up on her anxiety cause it wasn’t soon after that breanna began to speak, “get whatever you want, i’m paying.” she grinned.

riley smiled back, looking at the menu more closely now. they talked for a while longer before the server came back, asking about drinks.

“uhh.. can i just get a bottle of the…” breanna’s eyes scanned the page, clearly attempting to read something she was going to struggle to pronounce. “…antinori guado for us to share… and then whatever she wants.”

riley’s eyes scanned down the page as well, looking at whatever cocktails they have and seeing exactly what breanna just ordered. her eyes widened at bit looking at the price, but quickly went on to order her drink of choice. “can i just get a shirley temple?” she grinned, feeling a bit silly ordering that.

the server nodded and left them alone. “a shirley temple? are you 5?” breanna broke out into laughter.

“shut up! i like my fruity drinks okay,” riley grinned, feining offense. “also! you ordered this $200 wine bottle!”

“because it’s good!”

“red wine is never good, breanna.”

they shared laughs and talked a bit more before their drinks came around and they were ready to order. riley sipped off of her shirley temple while breanna ordered some sort of pasta dish and riley chose a steak.

“i think my family is coming to town for the first game.” riley said idly.

“yeah? im already meeting the parents huh?” breanna teased, a cocky grin plastered on her face.

“oh shut up, we haven’t even finished our first date yet,” riley smiled before continuing, “it’s just my dad and my brother anyways, nothing serious.” she shrugged.

breanna paused for a moment before replying, mulling her options of either prying about her mom or saving that conversation for another day. “you and your brother are close, yeah?”

it wasn’t the time.

“yeah we are, i mean he’s like ten years younger but we’re close. i think he’ll like you.” she said before continuing, “you have a little brother, right?”

“i mean yeah. same thing with yours, he’s ten years younger and in his 20s,” she laughed a little.

riley nodded and they continued to talk about their families. she learned a lot more about breanna during this conversation, what it was like growing up and how she got her start in basketball.

“now it’s your turn, how was it for you?”

they stared at each other for a moment, riley was clearly nervous about sharing, so breanna reached out and grabbed her hand over the table, rubbing her thumb across her knuckles before speaking, “only if you want to, that can be a different days conversation or a never conversation.”

it felt like a weight was being lifted off of riley’s shoulders. she was so happy that breanna was pushing her in any way and they could talk about things that their own pace. “i think it’s a conversation for a different day,” she mumbled, almost under her breath.

breanna nodded and changed the conversation, moving on to talk about the book she was currently reading. soon after, their food was brought out and the conversation was flowing well.

“i know you said you were nervous, but i assume you’re also excited for the first game? it’s against seattle so you’ll see jewell,” breanna mentioned.

riley smiled at that, “what’s it like being best friends with two people from your rival school?”

“oh shut up,” she rolled her eyes and laughed, “you two are the only exceptions.”

they shared stories and conversations until both their meals were finished. “are you sure you don’t want to split the check?”

“riley carter have you ever been treated right on a date?” breanna laughed, her eyes sparkling.

that was one thing riley had noticed throughout this whole date, she would catch breanna just staring at her—admiring her—and see a certain glint in her eyes. a small smile on her face and her cheeks slightly flushed til she realized she was caught staring and quickly turned her head.

“i’m usually the one paying!”

“don’t worry about it babe, i got it.” she grinned.

riley blushed at the petname. she was beginning to realize how in love she actually was with breanna.

it wasn’t soon after that they were walking hand in hand out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk. “wanna go for a little walk before i drop you off?”

“that sounds perfect,” riley grinned, leaning into the girl next to her. “maybe… we don’t end the night when you drop me off? i could come over to your place?” she asked nervously.

“yeah, i’d like that” breanna smiled. she would never admit it, but she was secretly hoping riley would want to come over or spend the night with her, yearning to spend more time with the girl.

they walked and talked through the cold streets of new york for a while longer, swinging their interlocked hands back and forth. riley noticed the chill, the short dress with no sleeves didn’t do much to warm her up, but she tried to ignore it, continuing on with their conversation. however, breanna noticed how she cuddled into her side and how the goosebumps were forming all over her skin.

she stopped in her tracks, dropped riley’s hand and shrugged off the leather jacket that was draped across her shoulders. “here,” motioning for riley to take the jacket out of her hands. riley blushed, sheepishly taking the jacket and putting it on. it was certainly big on her, sleeves covering her hands and keeping her warm and cozy. “you look cute,” breanna smiled at her, leaning in place a kiss on her temple before resuming her position of holding her hand.

it wasn’t long before they made their way back to breanna’s car, she repeated the same steps she did when she picked her up. opening the door for her and ensuring she was in before getting in herself. it was silent most of the car ride home, but riley couldn’t help but notice the way breanna’s hand slowly creeped up on her thigh. she watched her long fingers splay out across the milky skin of her thigh, causing her to squirm.

she couldn’t think about breanna’s actions for long because before she knew it, they were at breannas apartment complex. breanna opened her door and took her hand as she got out and they stood there for a moment in the parking garage, just looking at each other. the tension was thick, both of them standing there, silent, waiting for the other to move.

“can i kiss you?” breanna spoke, her voice small and nervous as if she hadn’t had her face in riley’s cunt only days prior.

“you’re such a dork,” was all riley mumbled before smashing their lips together with fervor.

they stumbled up into the elevator and onto breanna’s floor, somehow all without breaking their lips away from each other. kicking off their shoes and their clothes on the way to breanna’s room, they finally made it. “lay back.” riley muttered.

breanna raised her eyebrow but listened, surprised at the sudden control coming out of her. she laid back on the bed, clad in only her boxers as riley straddled her, resuming back to kissing her.

“can i eat you out?” riley asked, trailing her hands up and down breanna’s abdomen, feeling up on the taut muscles.

“fuck, please babe,”

riley grinned and immediately went to kiss down her body, biting wherever she could. she kissed her way down til she got to the line of her boxers, kissing all around the skin there til breanna was begging.

“stop the teasing, please,” she whined, bucking her hips.

riley finally gave in, pulling down her boxers and sucking across the skin there. biting her thighs and right next to where she needed her the most. once she had left a reasonable amount of marks on breanna’s thighs, she licked a line up her cunt. a moan rung out across the room before being quickly muffled by breanna’s own hand covering her mouth. riley perked up, reaching to move her arm away, “i wanna hear you,” she pouted.

breanna nodded, letting her hand fall into riley’s hair and push her back to where she needed her. riley listened and went back to making small kitten licks up her cunt. she was mesmerized by the way she reacted to any small touch. her legs squirming and her fingers gripping her hair tighter, it was safe to say she was mildly obsessed with eating breanna out.

she licked and sucked more, collecting her wetness on her tongue and spreading it throughout breanna’s folds. her tongue prodded in and out of her entrance, causing breanna to whine and whimper below her. riley was drunk on the sounds and taste of breanna, she wanted to do this for the rest of her life.

breanna soon took control back again, lacing her fingers into riley’s hair and grinding herself up against her face. riley got the message, laying her tongue out flat in order to aid her. she rode her face with fervor, chasing her orgasm rapidly.

her moans and whines quieted and her pants got louder, signaling that she was close. she grinded against her face for a few more seconds before stalling her hips and letting out a cry, “fuck riley!” she moaned before going limp.

riley helped her ride out her high, kissing up her body til she eventually made it back up to her mouth. “your turn?” breanna asked, a mischievous smile plastering her face.

“are you sure?”

“so sure baby,” she mumbled into her ear, gently biting down on the lobe. riley’s body shuddered as she flipped their positions with ease. now, riley was laid on her back and breanna was on top of her. she reached over, fumbling something out of her nightstand.

riley was briefly confused before she watched breanna pull out the harness and dildo, “can i?”

“please breanna,” she whined

breanna nodded, getting off the bed for a moment to slip on the harness and adjust it accordingly before sitting on her knees in front of riley. she spread her legs, positioning the strap at her entrance and allowing riley to wrap her legs around breanna’s waist. “good girl,” she muttered into her ear, sliding the head of the dildo up and down riley’s folds in order to get it wet.

she pushed it in slowly, a moan falling from riley’s lips at the sudden fullness. “fuck bre, it’s so big,” she whined. breanna’s hips stalled, not pushing in any further and allowing her to adjust to the sudden stretch.

after a minute, breanna spoke, “you ready?” riley nodded in response, tightening her legs around breanna’s waist, pushing her in deeper.

breanna took that as a sign and pushed in til the hilt. riley moaned again, her hands flying up to breanna’s back and beginning to drag down them, surely leaving scratch marks that she would have to figure out how to cover up.

breanna started slow, slowly pistoning her hips in and and out of riley, but that only lasted for so long until riley needed more. “harder bre, don’t hold back,” she whined, bucking her hips.

that lit a fire in breanna. carnal desire roaring through her. suddenly, her hips were snapping against riley’s at a much faster pace, the bed rocking and knocking against the wall behind them.

sorry to her neighbors,

“‘m close bre, fuck,” she whined, her nails only digging deeper into breanna’s back.

“cum for me ma,” breanna panted.

the combination of the petname and simply how sexy breanna looked on top of her, light sweat sheen on her forehead and chains dangling, pushed her over the edge.

breanna’s thrusts slowed down, eventually coming to a stop and pulling out slowly. “did so good for me baby,” she mumbled, laying limp against riley.

it wasn’t long after that breanna got up, throwing the strap into the sink to be cleaned and wetting a wash cloth so she could clean riley up. “open your legs baby, i’m gonna clean you up,” she mumbled gently to the half asleep girl on her bed. riley complied, and breanna gently wiped her thighs clean.

she cuddled into bed next to her, kissing her forehead and allowing riley to cuddle into her.

"goodnight babygirl,"

#breanna stewart x reader #wnba x reader #wnba smut #wbb smut #wbb x reader

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Quiet My Fears (With The Touch Of Your Hand) Ch. 4

Steve Harrington x f!reader

Description: Robin doubles down and Steve's having nightmares, imagined and real.

Warnings: Language, Steve is extra sad in this one folks.

Word Count: 3635

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Summer heat enveloped Steve as he got out of the car into the garage, hot and soft on his skin after having sat in the harsh (though definitely welcomed) blow of the air conditioning during the drive back from the grocery store. He circled to the back of the vehicle, opening the trunk and deftly weaving his forearm through the loops of as many plastic bags as he could in one go; three on his right arm, three on his left, the final bag gripped in his non-dominant hand.

It wasn’t his parents' garage, he wasn’t sure whose it was, but the detail didn’t seem to hold any importance at the moment.

The door to the house was unlocked, the residents home, so he carefully twisted the knob and inched inside. He winced as the bag containing the dozen eggs he’d bought bumped into the doorframe rather hard. He hoped the sliced cheddar cheese had taken the brunt of the whack.

“I’m home!” he called into the house and put the bags on the kitchen counter. He heard faint commotion coming from upstairs, followed by rapid footsteps.

“Oh, thank Christ,” you responded as you revealed yourself from behind the doorway to his right. It was most certainly you, though you seemed frazzled, and maybe a tad older than he thought you should look, though again, the detail seemed irrelevant.

“What happened?” Steve questioned, concerned.

“Donny Dino has disappeared,” you explained. Steve seemed to grasp the severity of what you’ve just said, despite how silly it might sound to an outside observer.

“Not Donny Dino,” he proclaimed, a smile on his face despite the shake of his head.

“Do not laugh, this is a life or death situation!” you exclaimed, though you seemed to be suppressing a laugh of your own.

“It is not ‘life or death.’ It’s a stuffed Brachiosaurus.”

“A stuffed Brachiosaurus that our son loves more than both of us combined!” you declared. You moved across the tile floor to the other side of the kitchen, checking underneath the table as you went. “Why can’t these kinds of crises ever happen to you, huh? I go to the store, the kid sits happy as a goddamn clam, but the moment you leave, shit hits the fan!”

“We will find Donny Dino, alright?” Steve assured you. You bent down to look underneath the sofa, probably for the fourth or fifth time. “He’s here somewhere.”

“I know, it’s fine, but he’s panicked, and that always leaves me panicked, and-” you cut yourself off, straitening up and turning to look at Steve, when a small voice called with all its might;

“I found him!”

Another bout of quick, excited footsteps followed, a small boy bounding down the steps and stopping only just before ramming himself into Steve’s knees. Looking at him, with his own big baby deer eyes and the fluffy green dinosaur held tightly in his arms, Steve felt a swell of adoration bloom in his chest

“Where was he, buddy?” you asked as you scooped him up into your arms.

“Under the bed,” the boy explained very matter-of-factly.

“What?” you asked, deflating just a touch. “You told me you already looked there, little dude!”

“I didn’t see him the first time!”

“Or the second time, or the third time, yeah, yeah,” you said, smiling as you walked into the kitchen with Steve following behind you.

Steve worked quickly to get the groceries put away as you and the boy sat at the table pushed up against the windows, discussing the harrowing journey poor Donny Dino had to go through before finally being rescued from “the under the bed,” as the boy put it. Steve had just opened one of the cabinets, back turned towards the kitchen table, when a loud crack of thunder sounded, seemingly coming from nowhere.

“That’s odd. Didn’t think it was supposed to rain today,” Steve said as he turned to look out the windows. The bright, sunny sky he had been under just a few minutes ago had darkened, turning a foreboding gray, filled with fat storm clouds and crackly lightning. A pit formed in his stomach; no, that’s not right, that can’t be right.

“Steve?” you asked from behind him, voice small and unnaturally even, like you had to think out your words very carefully.

You were standing now, and the boy in your arms had his face tucked into your neck. Steve was about to ask you what was wrong when big, horrible vines made themselves visible from behind you, wriggling and dripping with muck as they slowly, painfully slowly, began to intertwine around your neck, your ankles, your son.

“No,” Steve breathed out. “No!”

He ran, darted towards the two of you faster than he thought was possible. Not fast enough, though, as the vines ripped you backward into a thick black void behind you, sounds of your and your sons screaming mixing together into a horrible ring as you went flying away from-

Steve flew upright in bed, back stiff as a board. Not real, not real, it wasn’t real. His breathing was coming out strangely, though he couldn’t tell if it was too fast or not fast enough. Either way, he probably wasn’t getting the right amount of oxygen. He shut his eyes again, hard, and ghosted his hand to your side of the sheets to really, finally prove to himself that you’re okay, you’re asleep right next to him, and-

His hand was met by empty sheets.

Oh, god, what if it hadn’t actually been a nightmare? What if it had been real, and he had just forgotten? He threw himself out of the bed and scrambled out into the hall.

You were sitting at the end of the kitchen counter. The linoleum was raised above the rest of the surface there, and you were perched on one of the tall bar stools with a textbook laid out in front of you.

“Are you alright?” you asked him.

“Yeah,” Steve supplied quickly. “Sorry, yeah. Just, uh, just a bad dream.”

“Your turn this time, huh?” you joked, though Steve was still reeling and could do little more than just nod his head and trudge over to you.

All of you still had upside down nightmares, though for the most part, they had steadily been slowing down, yours and Steve’s included. Unfortunately, however, yours had come back in full force over the last few months. Your doctor said it was fairly common; hormonal changes can result in very vivid and oftentimes upsetting dreams, she had explained. You’d been waking up screaming at odd hours of the night at least once a week for the past month and a half. It made Steve feel wildly guilty.

You greeted Steve with open arms and pulled him into the tightest hug you could manage from where you were sitting. His fingertips glided ever so delicately across your bump before his whole hand planted onto it. Still there. He had to double check.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“No,” he answered.

“You sure? Might make you feel better.”

“Yes.” He pulled away from you and hopped up onto the seat next to yours. His eyes caught the time glowing on the face of the microwave. It read 5:02. “What are you doing up, anyway?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you said. “Figured I might as well do something useful.”

You gestured down to the textbook on the counter. You had finals next week and, should you do as well as Steve knows you will, you would be graduating a month after that.

“You want help?” Steve asked you. He picked up a stack of flashcards you had made.

“You should go back to bed,” you said, pulling the stack right out of Steve’s hands. It made him laugh.

“Only if you go with me, and I know you won’t, so let me help,” Steve insisted. You considered for a moment, and when Steve gave you some fantastic puppy dog eyes, you conceded.

“Fine.” You handed the stack back over to Steve, who accepted it with a dramatic flourish.

“Thank you. Okay, first question. I definitely don’t know this one,” he began. “John William Waterhouse is known for painting during which artistic movement?”

Come sunrise, you and Steve had powered through Art History, Women’s Studies, and American Literature. If the flashcards were anything to go by, you were going to pass each and every one of your finals with flying fuckin’ colors.

Eight a.m. rolled around far too quickly for Steve’s liking, and as much as he would’ve loved to sit with you for the rest of the day, he had an opening shift he had to get to in an hour's time.

Monday mornings at Family Video were about as dead as any store could get, but the completely full return bin kept him relatively busy once the doors were opened. Actually, if he timed the rest of the opening duties correctly, he could generally get through the day without having to do any real work at all. Usually, he would have been able to fill any extra time by chatting with Robin, but that seemed unlikely for today, if the scowl on her face from the other side of the front door told Steve anything. Keith had a matching disdainful look on his face as the pair came inside, though that wasn’t a surprise to anyone.

Robin, of course, barrelled right past Steve into the break room without a word. He desperately wanted to follow her but knew he wouldn’t be able to say anything helpful. Keith stopped in front of him.

“I don’t know what the hell you did to her,” he remarked, voice as lifeless as ever, “but you really shat the bed on this one, huh?”

“I’m aware of that, thank you,” Steve muttered.

“Just felt like it was worth reminding you.”

The rest of the day moved silently, and Steve was sure it would never, ever end. Three p.m. couldn’t get there fast enough.

Keith, always on Robin’s side of any conflict (even the ones he knew absolutely nothing about), let her spend the majority of her shift doing paperwork in the office. That not only meant that Steve wasn’t able to get in a single word with her, but also that Keith was out front with him. All day long. He didn’t even get to sort through the returns like he wanted to; Keith commandeered that task pretty much immediately, leaving Steve to mindlessly walk circles around the store and pretend to look busy.

Steve spent most of the day weighing whether or not punching him in the face was worth his job.

Just past two o’clock, Robin poked her head out of the office, calling simply, “Keith! Come here for a second?” She retreated just as quickly as she had appeared.

“Watch the door,” he ordered as he rounded the desk. “And don’t touch my returns!”

Steve grumbled but did as he was told anyway.

The pile of returns taunted him from the counter the whole time Keith was away. His organizational system didn’t even make any sense! Clearly, it wasn’t alphabetical, but it wasn’t by genre either, so-

“Harrington!” Steve jumped out of his skin at the sound of Keith calling his name, charging out of the back like a freight train. “What the hell did you do?”

“What?” Steve questioned.

“You did something!”

“And?”

“And, now I’m losing my best employee over whatever stupid bullshit you pulled!” Keith raved, slamming a piece of paper onto the counter. Steve turned his attention to it, eyes skimming across the words scribbled across the page in Robin’s chicken scratch handwriting. The only words his brain was really able to process were ‘two weeks’ notice’ and ‘last day’.

“No, that can’t be right, she-”

“Everything was fine, and then you two got into this dumbshit fight, and you are fixing this!” Keith demanded.

“What do you want me to do?” Steve inquired. “She won’t listen to a word I say!”

“I want you to go into the office and make her stay!”

“But-”

“Office! Go!” Keith pointed towards the door.

Reluctantly, Steve left the counter and walked away. Behind him, he heard Keith call “You fucked with my tapes, didn’t you!”

Stalking through the short stockroom between rows of too-tall metal shelves, Steve felt like he was about to burst into tears. He stopped in front of the closed office door and read over Robin’s two weeks’ notice one more time before knocking on the door.

“It’s open,” Robin said through the wood.

The office, and the stock room too, had no windows; the only light in either space came from the hissing fluorescent lights in the ceiling (it didn’t help that at least half of the bulbs had gone out, and Keith couldn’t ever remember to order more). It was always freezing back there, and the Spring heat mixed with the day’s forecast of pouring rain and dense, dark clouds, making the whole building humid to the point where there was condensation pooling on the cinder block walls. The whole back half of the place felt more like a cave than a building.

“You’re quitting?” Steve asked, holding the letter aloft.

“The only reason I work here at all is because of you, idiot. And there’s no way you can keep working here now. I’m not gonna keep torturing myself here because of some delusional idea that you’re the same person,” Robin spat.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked. Hurt pooled behind his eyes and in his throat; he was worried he might choke on it. “I’m still me, I promise.”

“You lied to me for months.”

“And I’m sorry!” he lamented. “I should never have lied to you. I should have told you everything that was going on, from the very beginning! I was an idiot, but I was fucking scared, and-”

“I don’t really care, Steve!” Robin said. “You can be as sorry as you want to be, but that doesn’t change how much it hurts to know that you’d rather keep this shit from me than just fucking talk!”

Steve just stood there, mute.

“My last shift is next Monday. I’ll make sure Keith changes the schedule so we don’t have to see each other.” Robin stood up from the rickety old desk chair and quickly gathered up her belongings from her locker.

“Wait, please don’t leave yet!” Steve pleaded. “Can we just talk about this?”

“Nope,” she spat out.

“Hold on, wait!” Steve chased after Robin as she darted towards the front door. Keith’s eyes followed the both of them. “Your shift doesn’t end ‘til four. Can we please just talk until then, at least?”

“Keith!” she blurted. “Can I leave early?”

“Are you still quitting?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then no,” Keith answered.

“See? Can’t leave yet,” Steve tried, desperate to get her to stay.

“Too bad,” Robin responded. She backed towards the door and called to Steve as she was pushing it open, sarcasm soaking her words, “ sure hope they don’t fire me.”

Steve watched in silence as Robin unlocked her bike and peddled off, stormy winds whipping her hair and soaking her clothes.

“Great job,” Keith mocked. “I mean, really, that was a five star performance if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Fuck off,” Steve barked, walking passed the counter toward the stockroom door.

“Hey, you can’t talk to me like that!” Steve ignored Keith’s words as he gathered his own things to leave, his boss hot on his heels. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? You definitely don’t get to leave, I need you to cover the rest of Robin’s shift!”

“I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure something out,” Steve huffed, pushing the door open and stomping to his car. He sped out of the parking lot with a squeal.

Steve thought, sometimes, that he felt all of his emotions much stronger than everyone else felt theirs. He must, right? The only other person he knew who cried as much as he did was you, and that was really only because you were pregnant, so in his head, it didn’t count.

He used to despise it when he was younger; he thought there was something wrong with him, though that line of thinking was most likely his father’s doing; Steve was always too sensitive for his dad. By the time he was in high school, he had gotten very good at pushing it all down, down, down, into the recesses of his brain, where sadness could transform into anger, anger into aggression.

He’d grown up a lot since then, but he’d naively assumed that becoming an adult would make his feelings easier to handle. Clearly, he had been wrong, and he felt just as powerless and small in the face of his emotions as he had when he was little. It all felt far too big for him to have to face all by himself.

And he really did have to face it by himself. He had you, but it was really more like you had him. It was his job to shoulder the brunt of the weight, and god, he wished more than anything in the world that he hadn’t pushed Robin away like he did. He desperately needed her to untangle everything he was feeling, to revel in the joy and quell his incessant worry about what he (well, really you) was experiencing.

He knew that it was his own damn fault that Robin was angry, and the feeling left a physical ache in his bones. It wasn’t the baby she was mad about (he really hoped it wasn’t, at least) it was Steve’s cowardice. The lying, the sneaking, the fact that he was too much of a pussy to just tell her the fucking truth! And even in the end, she still didn’t end up hearing it from him! Every bit of vile anger that Robin threw his way felt completely deserved.

Steve had lost his mother, and now his closest friend, and if it weren’t for you, he might not have had anyone left at all.

He had calmed down some by the time he made it back home. The sound of fat raindrops colliding with the roof of the car provided Steve with the perfect white noise to fill up his head and drown out his pathetic self-pity before he could walk through your apartment door and worry you with any of it.

Steve shut the door, turned to face it, and dropped his forehead to the wood with a thud. He shut his eyes and sighed. He could feel the condensation from his breath build up and make the paint feel sticky. So far, he had fixed exactly nothing.

“That you?” you called through the apartment.

Steve sucked in a sharp breath and responded, “yeah.”

You appeared in the kitchen. Steve tried his hardest to put on a convincing smile.

“How was your day?” he asked you. The absolute last thing he wanted to talk about was his own.

“Good. Yeah, good,” you responded. You were fidgeting with the odds and ends on the counter, like you were pretending to dust. You flitted through the room. “My, uhm, my mom called.”

“What?”

“Told me they aren’t going to fly out for my graduation, so I shouldn’t bother saving them any tickets,” you stated very matter-of-factly.

“Seriously?” Steve asked, dumbfounded.

“Yep,” you chirped. You began wiping down the countertop with a wet rag.

“Did you tell her. . .” he trailed off. He was sure you would know what he meant.

“Yeah. I did.”

“What’d she say?”

“Nothing. She just hung up.”

Steve wanted to kill your mother. He wanted to kill her for the way she treated you, and he wanted to kill your father for the way he did nothing about it. This was by no means a new desire for him, but whatever anger he had felt towards them in the past paled in comparison to how he felt hearing what you had just told him.

Your mother had reached a new level of cruelty that made his blood absolutely boil.

After the “earthquakes,” they wanted to move away, out of state, and you didn’t want to follow them. You had already turned eighteen at that point, you were an adult; they couldn’t force you to go, but your mother took it personally and your father was too much of a pushover to go against her wishes in any way.

Things just never really went back to normal after that.

“Jesus, that’s,” was all he could think to say. “That’s awful.”

“Y’know, honestly,” you began. “I think it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked. The tone of your voice, the way you told him all of this as if it was no different from any other anecdote about your daily goings on, made him think it was very much not fine.

“I am,” you said. “They don’t get to be half in half out of my life. Either they’re here, or they’re not here. It’s all or nothing, I’m not going to force them to love me if they don’t.”

“They do love you,” Steve insisted, though you only responded with a look that read as ‘are you fucking kidding me?’.

“All or nothing,” you reiterated. “They have chosen ‘nothing.’ No good reason to pretend like they haven’t.”

Steve made his way over to where you were standing in front of the sink with your back turned to him. His hands met your sides in a wildly delicate touch, your name a whisper on his lips as they met your left temple. You turned around in his arms and he held you tightly as you cried.

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