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randombush3 · 1 year ago

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roadside romance

leila ouahabi x reader

summary: when leila’s car breaks down, you come to the rescue

words: 2037

notes: this is an ode to british weather and hot mechanics. i know nothing about cars but i learnt something while writing this!!!!

this was requested btw 🫡

It’s just fucking inconvenient. A closure on the motorway means that they have to take a detour down winding, country roads. And Leila has a sneaking suspicion that her car is going to stop functioning at any given minute now that the blinking, red light has become a permanent fixture on her dashboard.

Leila had looked at her friends apprehensively the minute the light had appeared, but Ona didn’t care and Laia was too wrapped up in posting their day trip to Blackpool on her Instagram to offer any worthwhile advice.

So, lacking expertise and a good enough grasp of English geography to find a nearby mechanic, Leila had carried on with their journey. It was only another hour to Manchester after all.

Which leads them to now, stranded on the side of the road. Laia and Leila stood outside of the car, while Ona spreads out as she naps in the backseat, none the wiser to the situation they have landed themselves in.

“Can’t you just fix it?” Laia asks her friend as they stare at the bonnet helplessly. “You seem like you know how to fix cars.”

Leila places an uncertain hand on the shiny metal, wondering if she even knows how to get the bonnet open. “That’s Mapi, not me. I have no idea what to do.”

They try to call someone, but there is no service and no pavement to walk down the road to see if elsewhere has a few more bars.

Frankly, it’s so unlucky that this has happened that Laia and Leila both have to hold in their laughter, not wanting the other to think they don’t understand how bad the situation actually is. Because, being stuck in a foreign country with no service and no knowledge about the inner-workings of a car is quite comical. It would be a great scene of a movie.

It’s Ona, when she returns to the land of the living, who comes up with a solution.

The defender gets out of the car, joining her friends as they sit on the grass verge adjacent to the road. “We’ve just got to wait here and look like three damsels in distress until someone drives past and helps us.” Though Leila knows she could probably think of something better if she really put her mind to it, she agrees to Ona’s plan, too lazy to do anything other than wallow in her misery. Now she’s going to have to take her car to the mechanic, and she hates doing things like that here because she has to drag Hempo with her to translate strong Mancunian accents into normal, more understandable English.

…

“Yeah, I’m coming. The motorway’s just chock-a-block and so I’ve taken a back route,” you tell your impatient sister, who is annoyed that you are late to her daughter’s birthday party. “Don’t be angry with me, be angry with the M6.” She chides you for your tardiness anyway, and you internally curse her for moving to Blackpool. It’s not like she’s a ballroom dancing fan or anything.

The countryside looks miserable when it’s just your car zipping down the empty roads, and it doesn’t help that the grey sky above makes you think it’s going to rain. While you have lived in Manchester your whole life and strive to not get bummed out by the weather, it makes you a little annoyed that the country can’t get its act together. You wish you had the power to teleport to Spain or something.

You pity anyone who is stuck outside as it begins to drizzle.

…

“Can we get in the car now?” Ona whines, completely going back on her plan after feeling the droplets of rain hit the top of her head. “I don’t want to get wet.”

“Please, Leila,” Laia adds. She hopes to sway her friend's adamance to stay where they can be seen, in case a helicopter flies over and lands in a nearby field to offer their aid (which seems more likely than someone driving past at this point).

“No, it’s only a bit of rain,” she tells her friends. A low rumble of thunder echoes in the fields. Ona and Laia raise their eyebrows. “Fine. You two be pathetic. I’ll stay here, doing the saving.”

“Our hero,” Laia replies sarcastically, chasing after Ona as she sprints to the car. “Have fun getting wet!”

It begins to chuck it down.

When a black Ford pulls up, a bit further up the road, coming from the direction they were heading in, and you get out, Leila finds that getting soaked has become worth it.

“Are you alright?” you shout to her, crossing the road and walking along the grass verge to get a better look at what is happening.

“My car is not working!” Leila shouts back.

You frown, approaching the brunette with concern. She has had to sit in the rain so that someone notices her. You’re a sympathetic person.

“Hi,” Leila says shyly as you help her up, wiping the water from her eyes so that she can see you properly.

“Hi.” You give her a once-over (solely for the purpose of checking she’s okay), and then turn to her car. “What’s wrong with it?” She squints at the sound of your strong accent, and you flush red, embarrassed. “What is wrong with your car?” you repeat with more clarity.

“I don’t know.”

“Was there a red light on the dash?” Leila’s vindication comes out in a muttered Spanish swear, before she nods and follows you down the verge to the road. “Can you pop the bonnet? I’ll give it a look.”

And, while you are doing that, Leila is giving you a look. Along with Ona and Laia.

“Es guapa,” an enviably dry Ona comments to her friends as Leila settles in the driver’s seat. You have instructed her to stay put for a moment while you puzzle at the state of her engine, wanting to know what is wrong before you explain it to the pretty woman you have found on the side of the road.

“Y lesbiana,” Laia points out as you tie your sopping hair up into a bun. Your t-shirt is so soaked that it is no longer of any use, so you pull it up over your head, getting to work in just your bra after wringing out enough water to fill a swimming pool. On your wrist is a bracelet from a Pride event you were dragged to by your friend the other day. You are secretly hoping Leila notices it. “Lei, dile tu nombre. Coquetea con ella.”

“Sí, pregúntale cuál es el problema.”

Leila scoffs, unimpressed with herself at how easily they have picked up on her attraction to you.

“Va. Es de Manchester, también.”

“Guapa, local, y lesbiana. Es perfecta.”

“No sé…” Leila starts, undecided as to whether she should let them convince her she has a chance or not.

Just when Laia and Ona are about to list more of your enticing physical qualities, you appear by the door, knocking on the window to tell her to open it.

“Good to see you’ve dried off a bit,” you joke, feeling as though you are so drenched that you will never be dry again. Leila blushes, but you are unsure whether it's because your joke is terrible or because her friends in the backseat have squashed together in the middle so that they can see what’s happening. You clear your throat. “So it’s a coolant leak. Took me a minute to realise half the water on the ground was actually your coolant and not the rain, but I figured it out eventually! The radiator’s hose clamps were damaged and, obviously, they’ve failed…”

But Leila isn’t listening to you telling her what is wrong with her car, because her friends are whispering in Spanish about how good you look topless. And she is inclined to agree with them.

It is only when you stop talking and the white noise of your ramble is no longer present that she realises what has happened, and she snaps out of staring at you. “Perdón, please could you repeat that?” It’s a phrase she has become very accustomed to, after all.

You laugh, and Leila likes the sound of it very much. “There was a leak, but I can fix it for you. If you’d like?”

“Yes!” Ona answers for her, making Leila practically jump out of her skin.

At Leila’s apparent hesitance, you remember you never introduced yourself to the three women in need of a car mechanic. It’s handy that that is exactly what you do for a living. “Fuck, sorry. I’m Y/n.” You hold out your hand for her to shake, and ignore the tingles where your skin meets hers. “I’ll need, like, an hour to do it, but I can. I’m a mechanic.”

“Es tan perfecta,” Laia giggles, poking Leila to remind her to tell you her name too.

“My name is Leila. I am not a mechanic, but can you… teach me?”

It’s an excuse to watch you fix her car.

You both know it.

“Yeah, sure. I have an umbrella in my car, and I’ll need to get my toolkit and stuff. I’ll bring it over, and then you won’t get wet.”

“I already am.”

You blush, though you know it’s probably not what she meant. All three of them speak with strong Spanish accents, reminding you of your grandmother.

…

It takes slightly longer than expected to sort out the clamps, but you don’t mind having an excuse to not go to a little kid’s birthday party. You love your niece, but the thought of thirty hyper five-year-olds running around and begging you to play with them makes you gulp. You’d rather arrive when the guests have left and your niece has crashed from her inevitable sugar-high.

Leila stands beside you as you work, holding the umbrella above both of your heads. You are too focused on your task to see her check you out every so often, but she has left the car door open so you can hear the eager encouragement from her friends. Ona even takes a picture because the scene is so hilarious.

“What does this do?” Leila quizzes as you finish up, pointing at the engine and enjoying the way you answer so effortlessly. “And this? And that?”

You wipe the sweat (and rain) from your brow, sighing as you step back to observe your work. For an impromptu fix-up on the side of the road, it’s not bad. She may need to bring her car into the garage to get it properly sorted once she gets to her destination.

“Could I borrow your phone?” you ask after catching her staring. It gives you a surge of confidence.

Confused, Leila nods, handing it over to you.

“Mi madre es de España.” All three Spanish women feel their mouths open in shock. And horror. And the realisation that you definitely heard everything they have been saying about you.

Leila feels like jogging to the nearest motorway and diving in front of a truck.

“I’ll give you my number and you can update me on the car? You’ll need to get someone to look over it more thoroughly.”

“Sí,” Leila breathes, hoping that you are signing yourself up for that job.

“I’m based in Manchester, so if that’s convenient, you could always bring it into my garage.”

“We live in Manchester too,” Laia helpfully shouts from inside the car. “And she will do that!”

“And… I could also text you a restaurant where you can ask me even more questions about car engines over dinner?” You grin at her, and she grins back.

“Sí, por favor.”

“It was nice to meet you, Leila,” you say slowly, pleased with yourself but dignified to hold in your cheering until your return to your own car.

“Igualmente,” Leila replies, handing you your t-shirt that you had previously discarded onto the floor. She’s still embarrassed that you understood what her friends said about you, but at least that means she now has a date.

Or two.

Or three.

It depends on how many more problems she can find with her car.

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years ago

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y'all wearing me down bc it's gonna get even better (very humble, donna. thank you donna)

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~Part I , Part II~

'The Very First Night: Part III' Angelo Parker (Jeff) x fem!reader

gif: @junglehooks

^james seems to be growing more and more suspicious about his best friend's behavior^

-Wheeler Yuta (James) and i tossed julia hart in there - I/N - instagram name -CW: mentions of smoking

3rd Person POV

After the match, Y/N decided to change and she made her way to her truck. She got that little pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment and lit up, "Since when do you smoke?" James' voice scared her a bit. "Fucking hell. It's an occasional thing; I'm not proud of it but-" He got in the passenger seat and looked at her. He wasn't stupid, he knew something was on her mind. "What the hell happened between you and Parker in the ring? The way he looked at you? The way you looked at him?!" "James, I don't know. Those guys are unpredictable. I guess I reacted like that because I was caught off guard. They may be scum, but I doubt he would've hurt me." She took a drag from the little cancer stick and looked to see if he bought the answer. Before he could press the issue any further, "Alright kids, Y/N, what's this diner you went to?" "Two Whales. I'll call Joyce and tell her she's got five coming. Don't worry Bryan, there's stuff for you. They made menu additions after an influx of tourists." Or to tell her not to bring up her little secret. She got out of the truck to make the call as the rest of the guys piled in. "Hey honey." "Hey Joyce, you guys got room for five?" "Of course Y/N. Does one of them happen to be that Jeff guy?" "No, uh, could you actually do me a solid and not mention him? It's kind of a secret. Say I was with an old friend from high school." "I don't like that sneaking around game; but I'll go with it. We will discuss it before you leave on Sunday." Y/N put the cigarette out, "Yes, mother. See you soon." Bryan decided to ask as she got back in the truck "Why are there no seatbelts?" "Because I normally never had more than two other people in this truck."

"There they are!" "Boys, this is Joyce. Joyce, this is Jon, Bryan, Claudio, and James." Y/N introduced as she pointed to each man. "Yes, the Blackpool Combat Club. I hope my Y/N hasn't been too much trouble for you." "Is this your mother?" Claudio asked. "Like one, but no. Her daughter is one of my closest friends." "Why don't you bring them to your booth and I'll get some menus." She nodded and motioned for them to follow her. As they walked past, a few of the older truckers and bikers whistled at her. Jon was about to say something to him when she stepped in "Can it, Mark." She spat. "I don't need these guys to put you in your place; I did it all throughout high school, and I'll do it again." They all sat in the booth and Joyce came over with menus. "Y/N L/N; always biting the heads off these old guys. Never backing down from a fight." She looked at James, who was sat next to her, "You were out there with her tonight, correct?" He smiled "Yes ma'am. You watched the show?" "Baby, any friend of my Y/N is a friend of mine; you all call me Joyce. Of course I did. I had to watch her keep that belt." Once everyone had decided on what they wanted, Joyce took it down and went to the counter. The four of them had been looking at all the vandalism on the table and leather seats that Y/N got to check her phone for the first time. Messages from her friends, social media but two things stood out;

J🤫 - we need to talk

Instagram: theangeloparker tagged you in their story

She texted him back that they would talk when she got to the hotel, but the Instagram thing had to wait. She was pulled out of her phone when Jon asked "This town seems kinda, quiet. How did you get to be so rowdy?" "You have to know the right places. The old mill by the railroad and junkyard held many bonfire parties and concerts. Where I got some of my scars, at that mill." She pulled the neck of her shirt to show the scar on her shoulder, "Went to see Firewalk in 2010, some prick gashed me with a broken beer bottle." "Pretty gnarly. Hate to see what you did to him." James joked. They had been eating for a while when Joyce came over with a camera, "Mind if I get a photo for our board?" All five agreed and Joyce snapped with the polaroid camera; something the girls gave her for mother's day one year.

The group finished eating and Y/N sent the guys to the truck so she could talk to Joyce. "I hope you aren't staying behind to try and pay. Hometown hero and company eat free. Or is there something else?" Y/N leaned over the counter and sighed "Joyce, James is on to me and I can't tell them." "Explain to me why. Why can't you?" Joyce knew what storylines in this industry were, but this one ran deeper than scripts. "Jeff is a part of the 'Jericho Appreciation Society', I'm part of the Blackpool Combat Club, they've been at eachother's throats for months now. Yeah, kayfabe and storylines but this rivalry runs years deep." "Baby, I know how you feel about him. You've never looked at a man the way you looked at him. You fought tooth and nail to get to where you are. You are one of the strongest women I know, you have a world title belt, and you made your dream a reality. Don't let this stop you from the one thing you always denied yourself." Y/N knew she was right. "Okay. I'll think of something. I'm not fucking this up." "Language. Now go on now, you're probably tired and we can talk more before you leave the Bay."

~Back at the Hotel~

Once she got into her hotel room, she immediately checked that Instagram notification. He can't be that foolish; can he? She thought. She opened it and saw he reposted a shot of their stand off in the ring, but the song is what caught her attention.

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I could wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

She went to text him immediately. She sent him her room number and waited. Not even ten minutes later, he did that stupid knock they had. When she opened the door, he had a smirk on his face but it soon disappeared as she dragged him in the room quickly. "Are you out of your mind?!" She questioned him. "I don't see what the problem is-" "Let's see; you get in the ring after my match, act like you're concerned about me rather than your little friend, then you post that picture with that song. We are supposed to hate each other remember?" He understood why she felt this way: it was a little reckless to do, all things considered. "Jeff, we have to find a way to end this feud. James is on to us and Joyce is mothering me about this." "I know, I know. What do you propose we do?" They both thought for a second until a light bulb went off over her, "Gauntlet match. I'll take on all of you. Or you all decided who will be the breaker. I just want this to stop. If we aren't feuding anymore, we can act normal." He knew she was serious "Doll, I can't let you do that. There's seven of us and you can get seriously hurt." "I'm doing it. I'm calling Tony tomorrow." Jeff sighed knowing how stubborn she was, so they decided to drop it and go to bed.

Y/N woke up to the sound of Jeff's voice on the phone with someone; someone that sounded like Matt. "Jeff, you're too loud." "Who was that?" Jeff panicked, "Met her at the bar." Matt knew that voice, There's no way. he thought about his friend. "Is that who I think it is?" "Matt, we'll talk about it later." And hung up. "Hmm so now I'm 'met her at the bar'?" "Don't be like that, baby." She pulled him back down to her, "I'm calling Tony later." "I know I can't stop you, but I don't want to hurt you. Ask to fight Hager or Chris; I can't do that to you after all this. I want this to work between us." His words were sweet as he brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "That's why I'm doing this. But if us getting in that ring is what ends this bullshit, we have to. It'll be a funny story." The phone call to Tony went well. She has to run through three members of JAS and everything will be over. Though, he said they were to decide amongst themselves who she'd face.

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Jeff's POV

I had met Matt at the hotel's gym and I knew walking in that he was going to interrogate me about the phone call this morning. "Wanna tell me 'bout this girl you met?" "No. I don't think I will." Matt rolled his eyes, "Nah, you're not getting off that easy. If it was Y/N, just tell me." I couldn't lie to him. We've known each other for God knows. "Yeah, it was. But yo-" "I knew it! Anna and I had a feeling since the lipstick thing. You never really got over her, did you?" Shake of the head 'no'. "Listen, your secret is safe. But I know after your stunt after the title match, Chris is gonna put you in that gauntlet." "I know," I just sighed, "We both had a feeling. I just can't hurt her again. What if I threw the match?" "Well you'll have hell to pay but these battles will be put behind us. I'm on your side with this one, buddy."

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Y/N's POV

"Ready to get your ass kicked, James?" "Y/N, you need to tell me the truth." Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. "About what?" James groans, "You and Parker. I know you've been sneaking around with him." We sat in the ring and I got ready to spill. "We had a thing, a number of years ago and I guess it started back up. I know we're supposed to despise them, but Jeff is different." "Why didn't you tell me before?" he moved closer to me. "Considering you all fight at any given chance; I thought it was a good idea to keep it secret. I didn't know what you'd think." "I'm not mad; if that's what you thought. In the short time we've known each other, you've become my best friend and I want you to be happy. I do think you should avoid telling the others." Grateful was an understatement to describe how I feel to have James. "Hey, I have a great idea to help me win against them." He looked at me and I told him my plan. I had asked Julia to take pictures of James and I for Instagram. I settled on posting five: me on James' back, wearing each other's titles, us facing the other way so the backs of our team jackets are showing, us hanging upside down from the ropes, and me kissing his cheek: I/N: partner in honor, partner in combat

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3rd Person POV:

~Wednesday~

The gauntlet match was to be announced tonight on Dynamite. Y/N and James were to interrupt the JAS during their promo about Anna's loss. Right as Chris was yapping, 'For it is just an Illusion' "Yowza, you guys need to have a promo every time you lose?" She and James got in the ring as Chris spoke "What, you need your guard dog with you at all times?" She turned her head, "Yuta? Oh don't worry, he doesn't bite; but I do." "Listen girly, if you wanna come out here and take up the Jericho Appreciation Society's TV time, make it useful; how about explain what happened in the ring with Cool Hand last week?" Daniel said, trying to act tough. Y/N laughed, "First, back off kid, the adults are talking." Jeff had moved past Daniel to come face to face with Y/N "Second, c'mon Parker, you're seriously gonna act like you don't know me? If memory serves me right, you and I had a lot of fun together, back on the indie scene." 'Y/N, stop.' he mouthed to her. "What? You don't want your pretentious little friends to know about our-" His hand found its way around her throat. Not tight, just enough to end her talking as he saw her bite her lip, "I said, stop, Y/N." She smirked as he let go, "Well, look at that everyone: pretty boy does remember a thing or two about me. Now, I made a call to Tony Khan and requested a gauntlet to put all this nonsense to rest. Next week on Dynamite, the Blackpool Combat Club's 'Illusion', Y/N vs three of what you consider the best in your little, marching band of morons. I beat all three of Chris' picks and we end this feud; deal?" She stuck her hand out to Chris and he took it. He knew exactly who she'd face.

Once Rampage that week came, the promo Y/N and James shot as phase two of her little plan aired. After winning their trios tag match, Jeff, Matt, and Daniel were interrupted by: Y/N was humming a song that Jeff knew very well. One they considered theirs. He was so focused on the song that he didn't even realize she was wearing his merch shirt. "Oh I'm sorry. Am I interrupting your little celebration? Don't worry, I won't be long. Just wanted to remind everyone that on Dynamite, you get to watch me beat some JASholes. I know everyone watching is sick of this feud. See you Wednesday." She then blew a kiss and winked at the camera.

"I'm so fucking screwed." Jeff whispered to Matt. "Ya think?"

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