#then you can go ahead and get mad about my shit takes that's fine

[luuvprincess]

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Omniscient

A day had passed since Sierra and Jey's little argument. She was finally home after her flight being delayed then cancelled and delayed again. She walked into her apartment. She was serious when she said she booked her flight back home. Joshua was blowing up her phone with texts messages asking where she was, he even had trinity and Jon texting her. She texted them back letting them know she was fine to tell Joshua to stop blowing up her phone.

"Uhh hey girl what are you doing home early?" Imani asked as she walked out her bedroom after getting a notification on her phone that someone entered the house. "Girl I got tea but let me take shower first." "Oh okay I'll wait."

Sierra walked into her room putting her suit case and bags in the corner for now, she put her phone on the charger and hopped in the shower.

Meanwhile...

Joshua was beyond pissed off, with everything at work plus everything that just happened with him Sierra, everything he had planned was ruined him and Jon had both took a a couple days off and decided to surprise the girls with a little 3 days vacation to the Bahamas.

As soon as he got home he tried calling Sierra again, she just wouldn't answer. So he took a quick shower changed his clothes and got in his car and drove to her house. 15 mins later he arrived at her apartment.

little mama 😻

Joshua💋 : come outside mama

Little mama 😻:?

Little mama 😻: wym come outside?

Joshua💋: come downstairs so we can talk

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Sierra shows Imani her phone so she could see what was happening she told her everything that happened that day. "Girl go downstairs and talk to your man." She say. "I don't want too." Sierra complained.

"Your only avoiding him because that bitch boy Jashawn so but things are different Sierra, I can tell Jey makes you happy girl you be glowing." Imani said.

"I don't know mani honestly I'm just scared I don't wanna fall to deep and boom it's another shit ass relationship. Don't me wrong you are right he does make me happy but sometimes I have my doubts." Sierra expressed.

"So tell him that don't hold back because your gonna fuck it up for yourself." Imani says. Sierra let out a sigh just as another message came through.

Joshua💋: You got 2 mins to bring ya ass down here or imma come up there myself

"Go Cece before that man come up here." Imani said. Sierra got up walking towards the door putting her Yeezy slides on. "I'll be back." "See you to tomorrow." Imani said Sierra flipped her off walking out the apartment.

Joshua was sitting in his car parked facing the door waiting for Sierra to walk out. He had the AC on low. Sierra walked out her apartment building she looking around for Jey's car. Spotting his black 2025 cadillac CT4-V black wings she walked up to the car and got in.

"Really you gonna get up in my car with that attitude?" Jey asked as he got a good look at her face. She had a nasty mug on her face her arms folded. "Your being a brat Cece." He said.

"What are we talking about?" She asked. "This right here. This attitude Sierra you booked your flight Monday night and left remember? I told you to go back to room but what you do? You left the city, I should really fire your ass." He says.

"I did you a way better favor but go ahead and fire me." She says as she continues to mumbling under her breath.

"No you just added more shit on my plate." He tells her. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Why'd you start that shit Cece? She ain't say nothing to you." He says.

"First of all I did not start nothing, she started it and Why are you arguing for her? Where was all this energy at when you let that bitch talk to me crazy." She asked him.

"I'm not arguing for nobody, I'm just tryna figure out a why your so mad that you left the city instead of going to the hotel like I ask you to." Jey says

"Is there history I should about that yall have?" She asked him. "This ain't about me right now Sierra it's about you."  He says.

"It is about you it's about us so what the hell are you talking about nigga?" She asked. "So imma ask you again and if you don't answer I'm leaving, Is there or is there not history between yall that I should know about?" She asked again.

They looked at each, the eye contact was strong. Sierra shook her head laughing to herself as she began to open the door. "Aye hell nah Sierra stay ass right here." As he reached over to close the door. She rolled her eyes causing him to suck his teeth. "Stop that shit Sierra, is this what you use to do with him?" He asked.

"Boy please fuck him and fuck you too honestly you really wasted your time coming all the way over here." She said as started getting out the car again , Jey grabbed her arm pulling her back in and shutting door locking it on child lock.

"Stop Sierra I said wanted to talk to you about it not fucking argue cuz that's not what we finna do in this relationship you mad about something tell me don't go running off with a attitude cuz I'm not going nowhere baby girl." He tells her holding her arms on her sides so she wouldn't try to leave to car.

"Let me go Joshua. She said. "Not till you calm down." "I am calm let me go." He shook his head as he looked at her face she was far from calm she so pissed off.

"Joshua you got 2.5 seconds to get ya hands off me." She said. "Whatchu gonna do pretty girl? Huh?" He asked.

"Y'all nigga everything a joke." She tells him. "Who's y'all?" He asked.

"You and every other nigga in this world all yall some goofy ass little boys that take everything as a joke." She said.

"Watch your mouth."

She rolled her eyes again letting out a deep sigh. "Are we done? I got shit to do." She asked.

"We far from done. You still got this ugly nasty attitude, and you acting like a fucking brat and you wanna call me a little boy and you throwing tantrums over nothing." He said.

"Over nothing? Let me go I needa get the fuck out this car like right now before I crash the fuck out."

Josh chuckled to himself. Her neck snapped in his direction as she also began to laugh to herself.

"Actually Mr. fatu I quit and Joshua we're done you don't wanna take this shit serious then I'm cool off you. Find you a new assistant and find you a new toy to play with matter fact ask that bitch from training room whatever the fuck her name was."

"Sierra ion wanna hear that shit you ain't going nowhere. You making yourself mad asking questions you already know the answer to. Yes me and Jaida have history but it after my divorce but I told you this before." He says. "That's exactly why your ass needa calm down cuz you just saying shit and you ain't think straight, you gonna crash out go ahead." He adds letting her go.

"Fuck you." She mumbled. "You could be if you stop acting like this."

"Is that all you think about is fucking?" She asked.

"Only around you." He answered she rolled her eyes once again for the third time probably even more. They sat in silence for about 2 minutes. "You cool now?" He asked as he slowly released his hold on her arms.

"Im not finna force you into something you don't want so if you leave this car I leave you alone I'll find me a new assistant and we can act like we ain't never met."

Deep down Sierra knew her ass wasn't going nowhere. She was just saying all that for literally no reason she was just saying the first thing that came to her mind because she had a lot on her mind she didn't know what to say.

She knew that she needed this Job for one and two Imani was right She had been nothing but happy since her and Joshua actually started this relationship.

He's treated her way better then Jashawn has ever. If this was her and Jashawn they would have never gotten anywhere.

She really wanted cry and eventually tears started running down her cheeks. "It scares me Jey." She murmured. "What scares you Cece? Talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong so I could do better next time."

"I'm scared that if I let myself fall in love again I'm only gonna hurt again and I don't want be hurt all over again, and the shit like this is what my ex would do." She said.

"I'm not gonna hurt Again Sierra."  He says.

"When you dismissed me it felt like you didn't care about my feelings felt like your were tryna say fuck how I feel it's all about how you feel and how she felt." She said as she wiped her tears.

"Well baby that wasn't my intentions. I would never dismiss your feelings you know I wanna know how you feeling and I'm sorry that's how it came off. I was mad you were mad there was just lot going on all at once and I want you to know that I don't give a fuck about nobody else but you." He said.

"Did you get in trouble at work?" She asked after breaking the silence that fell between them. He looked at her confused then laughed out loud.

"Nah I ain't get in trouble."

"Okay good, can I have my job back?" She asked. He laughed again. "Yeah baby you can have your job back." He said.

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A/n: heyyy yall. I hope yall enjoyed chapter 6 bc I hate writing drama as yall can see I don’t know how to end it for shit. I only did it for yall to keep you guys in entertained nice to know yall actually like so I'll being doing it again don't know when mostly like just got be at a random time.

[jjscrybaby]

prompt 40: ‘lean on me.’

jj maybank x fem!routledge!reader | hurt & comfort | (stubborn!reader, mention of sick, reader is john b’s sister but no mention of race etc, getting shot, blood, shitty ending cause i’m tired🙂‍↕️)

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For your entire life, you’d been stubborn. Back when you were a kid, you’d refuse to admit that you were sick even when you were puking your guts out into the toilet, there was one time you climbed a tree because you wanted to be like JJ and John B and you ended up slicing your arm on a hanging stick; you kept it from them until the next day when they noticed the scab.

Your brother and your friends were used to it by now, you smiling through your tears when you got cheated on, or stumbling home alone after drinking too much because you were embarrassed to call for help.

No one was worried about you when you began the treasure hunt for the gold your old man had been searching for, you were a strong girl who could take care of herself and them. You weren’t worried about yourself either, not until you heard the bang.

“Shit!” JJ yelled from somewhere in front of you, ducking down with his hands over his head. You knew this lead was bullshit, a trap of some sort.

“Over here!” Kiara called, finding an entrance to the old warehouse you were running near. She held it open and the group of you ran in, panting and groaning. She slammed the door closed as you rushed in and pushed a table against it for good measure.

John B let out a laugh of disbelief, followed by JJ, Pope and then Kie. “Shit, that was a close one.” He chuckled, sitting down to lean against the wall.

“Too close,” Kiara agreed, sitting down beside him to catch her breath.

You weren’t listening to a word they were saying. Your ears rang as you looked down, blood was seeping into your white tee, your body numb from the pain.

“You good?” John B asked, looking over at you. Your eyes flickered over to him, panic all over your face. He slowly stood up and walked towards you. “Hey—” he stopped, eyes landing on the blood that covered your left side. His eyes widened, his face paled and he was rushing at you like a mad man. “No, no, no!”

“What?” JJ worried, coming over from where he’d been leaning against a wall. He followed John B’s gaze and had the exact same reaction, complexion going green and hands starting to shake as he grabbed your waist.

“It’s fine—” you croaked out, inhaling sharply at the pain that followed.

“Shut up. You’re shot,” JJ argued sternly. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and gently pulled your shirt up, apologising when you cried out in pain. He inspected it, you were losing a lot of blood. “We need to get to the fuckin’ hospital!”

“Can’t afford that,” you coughed out, making everyone shoot you a dirty look.

“Would you rather bleed out? Come on, we need to get back to the van,” Kiara responded, looking around to see if there’s another exit.

You tried to stumble after them, clenching your jaw. JJ wrapped his arm around your waist, you tried to push him off and his grip tightened. “Lean on me. Let me help you,” he murmured.

“I don’t want to die, JJ,” you sobbed as he held you up, following the rest of the group. John B was up ahead, storming down the hallway you’d found to find an unlocked door.

“You’re not going to,” JJ argued, his pace quickening. “I’d never let that happen. Don’t panic, I know it hurts. You just have to hang in there a little longer, can you do that f’me?”

You just nodded your head, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as you finally leant on him properly; finally accepted the help that he’d been trying to give you for years. When you climbed that tree, he’d been at the top holding his hand out for you to take. When you were sick, he’d offer to hold your hair back and follow you around with food and water. When you got cheated on, he went round to your ex’s house and punched him right in his smug face. He was always there, you just never accepted the help.

You’d gotten lucky, the bullet had grazed you so the procedure was no where near as difficult as it could have been. When you woke up, head foggy and body numb, you felt a hand holding yours.

“Hey,” JJ murmured softly, stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “John B’s just gone home to grab you some shit.”

“You didn’t have to stay,” you replied croakily — he was instantly passing you a cup of water.

He gave you a look, shaking his head at you with amusement in his eyes. “You really ain’t worked it out yet?”

“Worked what out?” You asked, putting the cup back on the side table once your mouth started to feel less dry.

“That no matter how much your stubborn-ass may hate it, I’m not goin’ anywhere,” JJ stated, sounding stern yet soft all at once.

“Why?” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. Was he just being friendly? Did he mean it because you were his best friends sister?

“‘Cause you’re, like, the most important thing to me,” he shrugged, looking down at where your hands were clasped together. “And I hate that you just let yourself struggle alone.”

You sucked in a sharp breath. Your’s and JJ’s relationship had always been funny banter, witty comments and buried love. You’d never heard him say something so honest, and if you’d been standing it would have sent you to your knees.

“You’re the most important thing to me, too,” you replied, your brain too foggy with the pain meds to think of anything else to say.

He flashed you a grin, bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “From now on, you ain’t dealing with shit alone. Definitely not when you’ve just been shot.”

“Grazed,” you corrected.

“Big-whoop. Get ready for me to be your personal butler, your ass ain’t leaving your bed once we get home,” he teased, making you roll your eyes fondly. 

You didn’t necessarily hate the idea of him taking care of you, not that you’d ever admit that to him; although from the glint in his eyes you were pretty sure he already knew. You were pretty sure he felt the same way.

John B was in for a real surprise when he gets back to the hospital — because his best friend and sister are most definitely head over heels in love.

[trippinsorrows]

through your eyes + au 3

authors note: well. this got freaky. some smut ahead, folks. this really is starting to feel like a completely different story, low key.

part one // part two // au solana instagram

warnings: smut

taglist: @sayyestoheav3nn @fearlesschimera @cyberdejos2 @annfg8 @trentybenty @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @zoeyybellex3

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"I need to talk to you."

Solana should have been talked to someone about this.

But, she's felt torn.

Torn on just who she can talk to about it.

And lack of options hasn't been the issue.

If anything, there's a copious amount of resources and trusted confidants she could go to. Courtesy of her large family, host of cousins, and other good friends.

It's actually easier to start with who would absolutely be the worst person to go to.

And her mom, interestingly enough, is that person. Ironic given how close she is to her madre. One of her best friends, in many ways.

But, not for this. Because Nina will go to Xavier, Solana's dad, and somehow Wes, Solana's brother, will get involved, and it'll just be a whole mess.

Beyond that, there's her cousins. Jade and Anriel will scold the living shit out of her and probably confide in their mom, Solana's aunt Sharmell, out of concern. Aunt Sharmell will go to her husband, Booker, who won't hesitate to literally fly out to Miami just to tell his brother, Xavier, Solana's dad. Thus, the whole damn family knowing.

Then there's her cousin, Roxanne. Roxanne would be great if not for her inability to hold water. And Solana definitely doesn't need her mom's side of the family knowing. They'll kidnap her and force her to live in Mexico for the rest of her life, believing she's gone mad.

Might not be too far off though.

Rhea will just kick her ass for being so 'fawkin stoopid'. Jaida will encourage it, because Jaida encourages all things questionable. But Kayden....Kayden could be the one.

She's also bound to not respond well, but still, someone Solana knows will ultimately keep this between the two of them.

Kayden Carter looks over at Solana with intrigue. With over 15 years of friendship, she knows when her roommate and best friend is truly in a dilemma, that nervous, panicked voice she typically uses present already. This is definitely one of those times.

"Okay." Kayden motions for Solana to sit down on the other end of the sofa, waiting until she does so to ask, "what's going on?"

Solana takes a deep breath, both hating and needing to share this. "You know the event I attended with my family this weekend?" Kayden nods. "I—I met someone there."

At that, Kayden lifts a pierced brow. "Oh?"

Solana looks away, explaining, "I was trying to get away from Ethan and ran into this man by accident, and he ended up helping me out. Pretending to be my date or whatever. It got Ethan to leave me alone, so that was good."

"Forget about Page's annoying ass, what about the man? Is he attractive?"

Solana scoffs. "Very." She's not quite sure how to describe just how fine Roman Reigns is. "But—"

Kayden's expression sours. "He's an asshole, isn't he?"

"Notorious." Though Solana does her best to stay tucked away in her little corner of the world within that's away from the mafia life, she's not stupid nor entirely disconnected. It's common knowledge that Roman is a dick.

And yet....

"But, he was nice to me. He's been nice to me." Kayden's expression shifts into confusion, Solana clarifying, "he—he came to my job this morning."

"Holy shit, he's serious about this." Kayden scoffs and smiles, clearly intrigued by the mystery of it all. "Wait, who is this guy, Sola?"

And now, here comes the part that Solana has been dreading since decided she would confide in Kayden. "It's....it's Roman."

Kayden blinks, not catching on. "Roman who?" And it's just one 'you know' look from Solana that has her eyes widening. "No." Solana closes her eyes. "Please tell me you're kidding." More silence provides the answer she's certain her roommate didn't and doesn't want to hear. "Roman fuckin' Reigns? Solana, have you lost your mind? Do you know who he is?"

Solana leans back into the sofa, murmuring, "of course."

"No, you must not, because this man is the devil himself. He's a monster, Solana. If you heard half the things he's done, you'd be running the opposite way. You'd be on the other side of the goddamn world to get away from him." Kayden continues to freak out, lecturing and chiding Solana for what she clearly feels is a bad call. "I just-I don't understand. Solana, you've always been so against our world. You've essentially lived in seclusion just because you don't want to be a part of it, and now you're entertaining the literal embodiment of said world?"

Solana runs her hands over her face. "It's not—it's not like that."

"Then tell me what it's like, because maybe I'm just confused, but I'm pretty sure you're telling me that you're talking to Roman Reigns?"

That's exactly what she is, but Solana is lost on just how to express that despite everything that's been said about this man, in the two interactions she's had with him, he's been nothing but kind. In his own way, of course.

"He....he hasn't been that way with me," she finds herself defending while also recognizing that it truly is a weak defense. "He's been....nice. He helped me out with Ethan. He came to see me at my job just to ask me out--"

"Wait, he already asked you out?" Kayden looks like she's about to spazz out even more. She shakes her head, taking a second to calm down. "Solana, you're my best friend, and I love you, but he's probably just trying to fuck you. You're gorgeous with a great body, and he obviously sees how innocent you are. It's just a chase."

It makes sense, and Roman more or less confirmed as such with his comment about wanting her with no clothes on. That should be enough evidence for her to find a way to ward off his advances.

But.....

There's this part of her that's absolutely intrigued by him, as he so smugly pointed out. A part of her that wouldn't mind to get to know him more. Even if it makes no damn sense to her.

"I can take care of myself." It doesn't come out as confident and assured as she would like it to be, nor is she entirely certain of her assertion herself, but it's expressed regardless. "I—I can handle this."

Kayden looks just as unsure as Solana feels. "Your family doesn't know, do they?"

"No." Her eyes widen a bit. "No one does, except you now. So please, please don't say anything to anyone." Solana needs to at least figure out just what's going on before she has to face the inevitable backlash from her family and others.

Kayden shakes her head. "You know I got you, girl. Even though I do think you're fuckin' crazy, you've always supported me in my fucked up relationships, so I'll do the same with you." Kayden suddenly gives her that teasing expression, poking her arm. "Besides, it's not like he's ugly, am I right?"

So right.

"I get so nervous around him," Solana whines, laying her head back against the sofa. "He's just so....he comes on so strong."

Kayden smirks, leaning over and playfully nudging. "He wants him some Sola, girl." She laughs as Solana covers her blushing face. "Who could blame him? You're gorgeous, babe."

It's such weird experience. Solana is still trying to heal and learn to love herself again after calling off her engagement, so a man like Roman Reigns coming into her life out of nowhere and being so intent on just....her....it's a lot to digest. Because taking away all of the things about him that make him dangerous and avoidant worthy, he's still, hands down, the most handsome man she's ever seen.

"So where are ya'll going?"

Solana bites down on her bottom lip. "He invited me to WarGames. Said he'll send a car for me."

There's obvious surprise on the face of her best friend. "First date is watching him beat the shit out of other men?" Kayden says aloud, nodding and shrugging. "It tracks." Solana rolls her eyes. "Well, what are you gonna wear?"

She shrugs, truly unsure when she remembers what he said. "Something....something red." Kayden is curious, as Solana shares a version of what Roman said. "He....he asked me to wear red."

Told. He told her to wear red, but Kayden doesn't need to know that part.

Smirking, Kayden nods, impressed almost. "Damn. He already wants you wearing Bloodline colors? First lady type shit." Solana grabs a pillow and throws it Kayden's way, her friend laughing and then gasping. "Holy shit, you have to wear that red dress I got you last year for your birthday!"

The mention of that little piece Solana swore would never see beyond the back of her closet has her eyes widening. "Kayden, no, I can't. That's way too revealing."

"That's the point, duh." Kayden tosses the pillow back and stands up off the sofa, pulling Solana up with her. She then looks over at Dulce who's been sleeping peacefully as her mama stumbles into one of the most questionable decision of her life. "Come on, Dulce. We gotta get mama ready to get dicked down."

"Kayden!"

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Solana is a nervous wreck.

She hasn't been this anxiety ridden since taking her NCLEX-RN, and that was a damn near traumatic experience.

This is literally just a date.

Kind of.

Cause she's never actually been on a date before where the man will be preoccupied the whole night.

But, she's also never been on a date with someone like Roman before either. It's just all around a brand new experience that has her so in her head. She's in it during the car ride and especially when she arrives at the Warehouse and is escorted to Roman's locker room.

She nearly has a heart attack when the door is opened and she expects to see him waiting, but it's postponed, God looking out for her, when she sees he's absent.

The security leave her alone without any guidance or clue as to just what she's supposed to do, so Solana takes that time to text Kayden and let her know she's arrived and that she's safe.

For now.

Not wanting to focus too much on the unknown of it all, she takes in his locker room which is much nicer than what's probably necessary. Craft table. Weights section. Sofa. Flat screen TV. A trainers table. The works, essentially.

It makes sense when she thinks about it.

Roman seems like a man who only accepts the finer things in life, if not the finest.

But, it's the section on the craft table with a bottle of wine that keeps snatching her attention.

Drinking is probably the last thing she needs to be doing, but that's exactly what she does.

She quickly grabs the bottle and and a wine glass, filling it up halfway before downing almost all of it. It's the perfect combination of sweet and bitter and hopefully helpful in taking some of this edge off.

"You sure don't disappoint, do you?"

It's a pure stroke of luck that she doesn't drop the glass in her hand at the rumble of his deep voice behind her. But, it's truly a miracle that both the glass and herself don't fall to the ground when she turns around to look at him.

Mio dios.

Roman is standing by the door, his hair down and clearly wet, water droplets sliding down his bare chest, Solana unable to take her eyes off his bulging muscles and the intricate tribal tattoos that somehow add to the magnanimity and beauty of this man. He's wearing black cargo pants tucked into black boots, with the sacred, red ula fala resting around his majestic neck.

Roman Reigns in a suit is one thing.

But Roman Reigns shirtless is something entirely different.

She's almost certain the ground underneath her shakes a bit, also deeply impacted by the god among mere mortal men.

If not for Roman initiating something beyond her embarrassing gawking. she would continue to stare. For a long time. A very long time.

He walks toward her, every step bringing her closer and closer to melting into the ground. This man is a giant. In every sense of the word.

But, it's when he takes his finger under her chin, lifting her head a little and has the audacity to say, "you can do more than just look, if you want" that Solana just about spontaneous combusts on the spot.

He's maybe said a total of 8 to 10 sentences to her in the entire time they've 'known' each other, yet even in the midst of that brevity, he still gives her more of a visceral, bodily reaction than her ex ever did.

"I—" Words are a thing of the past, something she was once capable of but not anymore. The sight of God himself has a tendency to rob anyone of the right to verbalization.

Roman chuckles, his other hand moving to her hip. "You listened."

Solana is certain it's her that's trembling and not the room around her. It takes her a minute to process he's referring to her dress. "You—you said wear red, didn't you?."

"I did." He acknowledges, once again giving her a one over as he bites on his bottom lip. "Good girl."

Oh, fuck.

Solana has to get the hell out of here. The room is freaking in shambles at this point.

Or, maybe that's just her.

She's a stuttering mess trying to communicate with this man. "I—you—probably have to get r—ready."

Roman smiles, and her entire world flutters. "Do I not look ready to you?"

Hardly. This man probably doesn't even know what it's like to be unready. Never experienced that. That's a mortal thing.

"No—I just.....S—sorry."

Similar to their last two interactions, Roman brings his hand to her back and tugs her into him. Solana, once again, places one hand on his chest, not even thinking about the fact that the water from his hair continues to dampen his body.

Until water hits her palm.

Solana is on fire. In all areas. She stammers out, feeling stupid as all the outdoors for stating the obvious. "You're wet...."

His gaze flicks to the space between her legs. "I'd bet you are too."

What the hell?

How is he so.....raw?

She absolutely refuses to move an inch, refuses to cause any kind of movement with her legs that could alert her to the fact that he's probably not wrong.

Not wrong at all.

If only Roman was on the same page.

"You are, aren't you?" His eyes narrow slightly, hand gradually starting to move down from the her back to the sizable swell of her ass. "I bet that pussy dripping for me already."

Solana's eyes shut, her nails clawing against his chest. "R—roman." Her breathing is labored, heart beating a mile per fucking minute, and that only intensifies when he squeezes her ass. Her natural reaction being to arch into him, her breast pressing against his solid body. "Oh my God....."

"God can't do for you what I can, sweetheart."

Blasphemy. Filth. Pure disrespect, and yet her head drops against his chest as he slides his hand to the front of her, wiggling it between her thighs.

Solana means to stop him, means to push him away, but her body seems to have a mind of its own, because she finds herself widening her stance, giving him all the access he needs.

The go ahead.

And he takes full advantage of that, Solana gasping loudly when he moves to cup her through her underwear. Her soaked underwear. "Dripping." He taunts, and it's true. Legs no longer mushed together, she absolutely feels the wetness dripping down, soaking her panties. "I'm taking you out to dinner after the match, but I think we should just skip to dessert right now."

Eyes widening, she gasps again when Roman removes his hand and picks her up, her thighs naturally wrapping around his waist. He carries her over to the trainers table, plopping her down on the edge.

"Lay back."

Her stomach is all kinds of twists and turns. She's not stupid. Far from it. There's only one place this is headed. "I—what?"

Roman, however, looks bored, stating so plainly. "I don't make it a habit to repeat myself, Solana. Even with a pretty thing like you, so do me a favor and just lay back."

If someone told her this is how the night would kick off, she'd call them crazy as all the outdoors. There's no way in hell this man is about to do what she thinks he is.

Is he?

Voicing her thoughts, she struggles with just how to word what is an otherwise simple thing to ask. "Are you...."

His gaze is piercing. "Can I?"

What a fucking question.

Once

Once has she had someone go down on her, and it wasn't even her ex-fiance. It was a guy she dated in college for a few months. To say it was......disappointing would be an understatement.

She didn't even finish.

Back to the borderline crisis at hand, she finds herself oversharing. "My ex. He didn't—he wouldn't....."

"Well, he's a fucking idiot." Roman's cruel but accurate remark is accompanied by his big hand moving up the sides of her dress until its scrunched by her stomach. "Eating pussy is a delicacy."

Her eyes shut again. He's so nasty.

So why is it only making her wetter?

Roman's fingers lightly tugging the waistband of her underwear reminds her of the proposed question.

This is a bad idea. A very bad idea. She doesn't sleep around. Doesn't let random men go down on her, and yet, the minute Roman licks his lips, the decision is almost made for her.

"Y—yes."

That alluring, small smile is back as he moves his hand to her stomach, pushing down just enough to get her in position. "Lay down, and let me show you what it's like to be with a real man."

Sweet baby Jesus.

Solana is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, back flat against the cool table when he goes to pull down her panties, leaving her open and exposed.

She hears Roman make a sound. "Mmm. Pussy just as pretty as I imagined."

Her hands clench at her side. He's thought about this? About her? About her—

"Ahhh." Her back is almost entirely off the table the minute his thick tongue gives one full, sensation stirring lick up her cunt. "Roman...." she moans, hands planted on the table, head thrown back as his cool breath blows against her pussy.

Seconds later, his tongue is back on her, fingers spreading her lips while his tongue teases a languid circle around her clit. "Oh my....."

The sound of his deep chuckle travels from his space between her legs. "I'm gonna make a fucking mess out of you."

And before she can process that, he tugs her by her thighs, diving face first into her cunt. Solana is a mewling, writhing mess as he sucks on her pussy like its the fuel and energy he needs for the fight to come. Laps at her with a hunger and desire that nearly matches her own, because whatever her ex did to her that one time is nothing compared to what he's doing to her right now.

"Shit...." Her body is hot, her nipples hardening by the second, and Solana can't help the way her thighs squeeze against his head, her lower half coiling and twisting from pleasure she's never experienced.

"You like that, don't you?" He hums, voice haughty and knowing. "Like me eating this pretty pussy, don't you, sweetheart?"

Her answer is an obvious one, breathed out over and through heavy pants. "Shit, yes." He sucks on her clit, the slurping sound practically filling the room and egging on her moans.

He pulls away, the absence something that's so much more noticable and painful than it should be. Only for her to arch again when his finger plays around with her nectar that feels like it's spread all over her lower half at this point. "Look how wet you are. I can tell she been neglected." Roman swirls his finger in circles around her clit, thumb applying just the lightest pressure. "Can tell she been needing me."

Solana can't and won't disagree. Not that she could anyway. Logic is very much a thing of the past. The only thing on her mind is ecstasy, and he's giving her more of that than she's ever had in all sexual interactions with all of her ex's put together.

"Goddamn, you taste good." He goes back to licking and sucking on her again, groaning almost. "Would stay down here all night if I could."

Solana nearly comes right then and there.

She wouldn't be opposed.

At all.

He stays with his head between her legs for what feels like inhumanly possible, long enough for that feeling she's only ever been able to give herself starting to rise. Toes curling and stomach twisting, she manages to whine out, "Roman, I—I'm gonna—"

He kisses her clit, coaxing her, guiding her, encouraging her. "I know, baby." She can practically visualize the smirk on his face. "Now be a good girl and come in daddy's mouth."

It's disgusting how that one filthy command manages to evoke her orgasm from her, Solana nearly sitting all the way up as her release shoots through her entire body. Roman continuing to suck on her and lap up every bit of it until there's not a fucking drop left.

Solana's practically lifeless body collapses against the table. Everything below her belly button is numb. Eyes shut, pulse probably in the danger range, she has no ability to do anything other than lay there and recover.

She's never come that hard, that much, that long.

Who is this man?

Solana whimpers a bit when she feels something against her, wiping her. A towel most likely. Strong but surprisingly gentle hands help her body to lift up only for her to fall against a solid chest, her forehead against Roman's shoulder.

She clutches onto him as he kisses her temple. "That's my girl." His girl. His anything. She's whatever he says and more. That's how fucked out he has her. "I'll see you after the match, okay?"

Sure. Fine. Whatever. Her ability to agree to anything was sucked out of her by that dangerous tongue of his, so the most she can do is nod against him.

Roman chuckles and gradually pulls away, Solana gripping on the edge of the table, eyes opening just enough to see that strong, muscular back of his as he walks out the door, closing it behind him.

She isn't sure how long she sits there, dress pulled up, towel covering her bottom half. She just knows that even after sitting for what should be a long enough time, her legs are still wobbly. Even as she moves around the room to look for her underwear only to see they're nowhere to be found, leaving her with one conclusion.

Roman took them with him.

The thought shouldn't make her pussy flutter. It really shouldn't and yet, here she is.

God, what did he do to her?

Swallowing, she does her best to maintain her pride and walks out, guided by the same guard who escorted her to Roman in the first place. He takes her up to what must be VIP seating. It's the perfect view of the celled ring and cages on the side intended for the participants.

Sitting there alone and with nothing else to occupy her mind, Solana's mind starts racing. That shouldn't have happened. She should have stopped him. Should have said no.

Even if she did want it just as much as he seemingly did. Nevertheless, that shouldn't matter. He's him. She's her. They're very different people. She's supposed to have morals and standards. Women who have that don't let men who are practically strangers go down on them.

But, that's exactly what she did, and she feels terrible about it.

"You must be my brother's flavor of the night."

Solana is already nervous as all the outdoors, yet somehow the interruption of her overthinking only serves to exacerbate that anxiety.

But, when she looks over and sees the source, Solana is unsure which is worse: what's said or who said it.

Rosalia Reigns isn't as tall or built as her twin brother. Not at all. A given considering their different sexes, but she's every bit as intimidating as him, and they do share some similar features. Same set of pretty brown eyes. Those full, pink lips and that overall powerful aura.

You know just by looking at her that she's an important person.

And she is. She comes only second to her brother.

Roman

Solana swallows and adjusts her dress as Rosalia gives her a oneover, not even trying to hide her distaste. "H—hi. I'm—"

"I don't care." Rosalia interrupts, a level of venom in her voice. "You'll be an afterthought come tomorrow morning when you join the rest of his whores on the island of forgettables."

Sting.

Solana shouldn't be surprised nor hurt by such cruel words. Rosalia, much like her brother, has never been known for kindness. Regardless, that knowledge doesn't stop the tears from pooling in her eyes.

Cause the words hit way too close to home given what just happened.

Something noticed by the other woman. An equally cruel smile growing on her face. "Aww, did I hurt your feelings?" Her smile deepens as she scoffs, sitting down in her chair. "Yeah, Ro definitely dropped the ball with you. You're dumber and more naive than the other stupid bitches my brother loves to entertain."

A stupid bitch. Any other time, Solana would disagree. She may not verbalize as such, but she would inwardly reject such a thing. But, she can't. She can't because it's true.

She gave Roman exactly what he wanted. Fell into his trap. Another of many nameless, faceless, forgettable conquests.

She's no different or better than any of the other women Roman messes around with.

She's now one of them.

And she feels disgusted with herself.

Not wanting Rosalia to see her cry, or anyone else, Solana mumbles a quiet 'excuse me' and rushes past the smirking woman. She needs to get out of here. Needs to go home.

Needs to never see or speak to Roman Reigns ever again.

This was a mistake. All of it.

And it can never happen again.

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Hello, good morning mate!

So, I don't know if request are open in the moment, you can ignore this request if it's closed :'D

A Bakugou x reader, reader is sick as hell but go training with bakugou anyway, until they almost pass out. Make the reader stubborn as hell! And most importantly have fun ^^

Sorry for my bad english, I'm too lazy to use the translate

Katsuki gets mad when you push yourself too hard.

700 words

Your head pounded and your body ached, but you pulled on your hero costume regardless. The illness crept up slowly through the day but was now hitting you hard.

Your head was hot and your knees weak, yet you intended to meet with Katsuki to spar. You both had made these plans earlier in the week. He was going to help you with some of your defensive moves and you couldn't pass up the training.

You had been looking forward to it all day, and being that Katsuki was one of the top heroes in your class you were excited to learn from him.

The thought crossed your mind to reschedule with him but then you imagined the taunts he'd give you. Putting you down for letting a simple cold get the best of you. The way he'd scold you for not being stronger, and question what you would do as a pro. Pros couldn't just let a cold stop them and not taking on a villain right?

You slowly made your way over to the gym to meet Katsuki for training, feeling worse and worse with each passing moment.

"You look like crap," Katsuki said at the first sight of you.

"Hi to you too," you said back sarcastically.

"You feeling alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine," you lied hoping he wouldn't question you any further.

"We can do this another time if you need to rest," he suggested.

"I said I'm fine, just teach me what you've been talking about all week," you responded back shortly.

Katsuki clicked his tongue at your attitude, "Fine if you are so eager, attack me and I'll show you," he instructed.

Katsuki watched as you made a sad attempt at attacking him. Your attack was half the speed it usually was, and your flushed cheeks gave away how sick you must have been feeling.

Barley needing to use his quirk Katsuki easily dodged, "The hell? You're definitely not feeling well. Let's go back to the dorms," he urged.

"No! I was just getting warmed up. Let me try again," you said stubbornly.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, "Fine, go ahead," he agreed.

You came at him again but then time he easily stepped to the side, leading you to crash down on the floor from the momentum.

"Dumb ass, "he huffed out, quickly extending his arm to help you up. You grabbed his hand, and he pulled you up. "I'm not training with you like this. You're obviously sick."

"I can handle it!" You yelled back.

"Didn't ask you if you could handle it. I said I'm not doing it," he said sternly. "We're going back to the dorms and you're getting rest. How the hell are you supposed to be a pro hero if you can't even take care of yourself?" He said harshly.

You felt your eyes sting at his harsh words. You came to train despite being sick because you didn't want him to think you couldn't be a pro for letting a cold get to you, but here he was telling you the opposite. You needed to recognize your own needs first.

Katsuki's eyes widened at the growing tears in your eyes, "Cut that shit out!" He barked, secretly feeling bad for his outburst.

You ran your hand across your face, wiping off the tears. "I thought you'd give me shit for canceling on you for being sick," you said honestly.

"Hah!? Course not! You're not at your best when you're sick and I only want to spar with you when you're giving me everything you got." He spoke.

You sniffed back tears composing yourself and nodded at his words.

"Besides you can't be a hero and fight for others if you don't look after yourself first... Let's go back to the dorms. I'll make you something to eat and we can try this again next week," he declared.

"Thank Bakugo" you spoke softly.

"You can thank me by taking better care of yourself. Come on, let's get you some rest," he said motioning for you to walk with him back to the dorms.

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Loki- Sex Pollen

Warnings: 18+ SMUT AHEAD!!! MINORS DNI. Oral receiving(Female), Teasing (Friendly and sexual), pinning affection toward reader, P in V, 

Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy this one shot. It’s been a while since I wrote, I’ve been busy with school and since I am finished with school. I can finally get back into it! Also I DO NOT consent to anyone taking my work as their own. 

It has been a weird relationship between you and Loki when you joined the Avengers. Tony found how your combat was like Natashas, and how you were an assassin  like Bucky. You were a trained killer, did everything on your own for a while, never needed anyone to save you or protect you. Until one night, you were on a mission to kill the leader of Hydra for a pretty penny but it went to shit when the Avengers captured you and needed to know who you were and what your purpose was. You remembered Loki, he was the one that captured you that night. 

“My my, what is a pretty thing like you running around here with no one to protect you?” Loki said with a smirk as he trapped you in one of his illusions. He wanted to make sure you though you were trapped in a cage when he saw you sneaking in.

“Fuck you. You don’t get to speak to me that way. You don’t know me.�� You hissed as you look for a way out. Loki chuckled at you and steps closer and looks at your eyes with mischief.

“Guess its time for a lesson. I’ll see you when you wake up.” Loki says as everything went black. You had no idea what happened after that. When you woke up, you saw that you were in a bed with a vital machine handcuffed to the bed. You looked around and saw two people you didn’t recognize.

“Where the fuck am I?” You croaked, haven’t noticed your throat is dry. The woman looks at you with a warm smile. She looked familiar, she had short red curly hair, and deep eyes.

“Hello there, I’m Natasha Rumnoff. You are at Avengers Compound. We took you because we have questions about your skills and if you would want to help us take down Hydra.” She said confidently, You looked at her with realization, she was your teacher from the Red Room. But you were able to escape before they could do any other testing on you. 

“Ms. Rumnoff, why did you bring me here? I made sure no one could find me in 30 years. I made sure of it.” You said with a drip of anxiety in your tone because you were afraid she would take you back. She chuckled lightly and smiled softly.

“Y/N, I am not part of the red rooms anymore. I got out, I am part of the Avengers. They are my new family and are very accommodating. But Steve and I both need to know who you’ve been working for and if you can be trusted.” She says sitting next to you keeping eye contact. You laughed like a mad woman, you looked at Natasha and the guy she called Steve. 

“When I left, I couldn’t afford being found out. I started working as a contract assassin. My associates I worked for were secret and so was I until you guys found me and had me trapped in a cage with a linky man in green.” You said coldly staring at the both of them. They looked a little shocked that you were captured in a cage but they remembered Loki found you first and made sure you won’t leave. 

“That's fine, and I want to say now, you are safe, no one is going to force you here and keep you locked up.” Steve said finally after processing everything. He tells you that you need to stay with them for the time being, he informs you how Hydra found out about you and they were gonna capture you themselves and use you like they did his friend Bucky. You reluctantly agree to stay with one condition, that you can talk to Loki about his mind tricks he put on you. 

Ever since you came to the compound after the capture, you started to slowly warm up to everyone. You thought Loki hated you with the way he would tease you, but little did he know, you really liked him, his gorgeous eyes, his quirky smile, and the way he fought in battle when you guys went on missions. But you would never tell him that and about this crush you started growing for him after that night. He was different from any other men you’ve seen or been with. 

“You know woman, you are making that face again.” Loki says as he looks up from his book, you were admiring his body in that tanktop and pj pants he came down from his room in. You blush and look away,

“What are you even talking about? It’s my face, it’s called RBF” You said trying to be confident even when you are blushing for him seeing you eye fucking him.

“Oh really? So you just look at everyone with them doe eyes and lips puffed out like your about to attack?” Loki says with a smirk, he knows how to make you blush and he finds it cute. You roll your eyes and walk about flipping him off as you leave the kitchen. You wonder if something would change if something can happen between you and him. But he doesn’t like you like that. As you continue walking to the elevator FRIDAY calls for you to inform you that you need to see Fury and Steve, they have a mission for you. You sign and go up to the office where they were located.

“Hi Y/N, we have a mission, there is an abandoned HYDRA base. We need you and Loki to go get any details they left and bring it home. We know they were trying to experiment on women and super soldiers into making sex last longer and in hope they would repopulate some soldiers. They were not successful, hopefully. So we need you guys to go look around and find the plant and paperwork on it. It is very dangerous and I know you are the two for the team.” Fury says as he lays everything out letting you read into more. You didn’t notice Loki arrived until you heard him make a joke.

“Well, looks like this will be fun. Won’t it bunny? Hopefully you don’t get scared if you get caught in a cage again.” Loki smirks as he reads the papers over your shoulder before grabbing it from your hands. You roll your eyes and chuckle at that since it was HIS fault you were “stuck” in a cage to begin with. 

“Yeah yeah, we get it Loki.” You said as you walked up to the monitors to get the jet ready for our trip. After getting everything detailed, you walk out of the room to go to your room and grab your bag. You take a few deep breaths even though you’ve been on a few missions with Loki, you guys have never been just the two of you. Bucky and Natasha normally join you, but this time it is just you and Loki.

“Y/N are you ready?” Loki says as he approaches you while behind you as you walk out of your room facing the door taking breaths. You jump a little because you had no idea he was behind you.

“Uh- Uh yes, I am ready.” You say as you calm down from the scare. You roll your eyes and head to the jet. You put in the coordinates to the locate you are needing to go, you sit in the front to get it off the ground and go so then you put it in autopilot to get started.

—

You guys finally arrive at the abandoned HYDRA base. You look over everything, you know the flower, if it is still in the base, looked like red petals with a pink stem that glows like gold/red. Loki isn’t looking at the flower, he is looking at you. He loves the way your red and black jumpsuit hugs you curves and makes your ass look around. He is about to say something when saw you grab your knife, your glock, and your half face mask. 

“Are you ready Loki?” You say, you noticed he was eyefucking you from behind after grabbing everything you need to go inside. He coughs and nods, he follows closely behind you.

“You know, for being a human, you sure know what you're doing. How do you know about this flower? You seemed a bit concerned when Fury brought it up.” Loki stated as he watched you stop in your tracks. You turn around to look at him.

“Believe or not GOD, I had a run into this flower before on one of my contracts. They had a boobtrap spray and I miscaulated it and got hit right in the face. It isn’t something to be reckoned with. It causes very high things that you may have never experienced before.” You said with a smile, you continued down the hallway. You stay quiet while you know Loki is trying to say something clever back to you since you basically called him a virgin. You see in front of you there is a door opened. You see the glowing flower, you slightly stiffen. Loki walked into you as you stopped because you had BAD memories about this flower.

“Why did you stop.” Loki asked as he fell back a bit. All you could do was point, he looks where you’re pointing at. Seeing the flower, Loki decides he is gonna worp into the room to received the flower since that is part of their main mission. Y/N scream ‘NOOOOO’ as Loki gets closer, he picks up the flower and it sprays its mist in his face. Loki coughs as he drops the plant. Y/N was quick enough to grab it before it broke. You didn’t inhale any of the mist, your mask was made for something like this, you put it into the bag to keep it safe and contained while you saw the papers next to where the plant was and gather as needed. You look back at Loki when you are done. He is staring deeply at you. His eyes are blown out with lust, he is sweating profusely. You swallow hard when you call for him to get his attention. You know the effects on this plant happens within seconds. 

“Lo-Loki?” You stutter as you walk slowly to him. He just groans at the sound of your voice.

“Wh-what is-is happening?” He asked as he wipes his forehead. He is getting hotter by the minute, he needs to take off his suit, as he starts to you call for him again. He stops and looks at you. He groans because he want to take you right now over that table, watch your sweet ass bounce everytime he thrusts.

“It’s the flower, we need to get back to the compound now.” You say as you brush past him and starting heading toward the jet, but you were stopped by his hand grasping hard on your forearm. You look up and see his face more. 

“It hurts, I’ve never felt like this before. What is this plant doing to me?” He says as calm as he can as he is squirming in his pants for you.

“The plant is called ‘Sex Pollen’ it heights all of your sexual needs and fantasies. You aren’t going to stop sweating or feeling hot until you get a release… inside of a hole.” You say as you shake him off. You know he can fight it if he tries, he is the God of Mischief. You both head back to the jet without another word. He is right on you, you can feel his hands sliding up your body creasing your curves.

“Loki, you gotta stop… please. I want you to take this. It’ll help you.” You offer him water and a sleeping pill to hopefully help him fall asleep and stay asleep on your way back. His eyes were black looking back at you. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I know you don’t like to be handled like this… I am trying to help myself but its hard… you are so ravishing. I know you don’t deserve this.” He says sweetly as he picks you up and places him on his lap. You are shocked at how close you guys are. You swallow, he allows you to give him the pill and the cup of water. He goans at how hot your feel in your suit. You help him lay down as you walk out of the room. You know that he is only being like this because you are the only one here. He brings home women every night, you know you aren’t his type. As you set home, you sit and take a small nap to help you understand everything that just happened.

—

As you & Loki makes it back, Bruce, Tony, Thor, Natasha, and Bucky run to the jet to check on you guys and get Loki to quarantine since he was sprayed. Bruce, Thor, and Tony take Loki who is stringing while being carried out. Natasha and Bucky come to your side, they saw how distraught you were. Your hair was matted to your face, face flushed, and you wouldn’t look them in the eyes while they asked what happened. You had a nightmare and it made you fall into mute like you were back in the Red Rooms. Bucky scooped you up and carried you to your room with Natasha by his side. They knew it was rough for you to be back around that flower. They had some of it before when they were captured, it made Bucky sick that he couldn’t go because originally was supposed to be with you. But he decided at the last minute to say no and take Loki instead. Natasha runs a hot bath for you and helps you out of your suit and into the bath. She starts singing Feelings fade, it was the one song that helped you during the darkest times in the Red Room.

—

Loki wakes up in pain, he is still hot, his hair matted to his neck. He has a very hard cock straining in his pants. He longs for you but doesn’t want to seem desperate to you since he has been mean in playful way, he doesn’t think you’ll want him, he has longed for you. Every woman he brings back to have sex with. He thinks of you the entire time, the way he thinks you’ll feel milking him dry, how sweet your voice would sound moaning for him. He finally noticed that he was alone in quarantine. He makes a break to your room using his magic, because he is desperate and needs a release. He wants you to be his. He walked into your room through his protal, and saw that you were awake. Wearing a tight tank top and pajama shorts sitting in bed writing. You heard him before he walked through, you ignore him because you know he is still high on the mist and just needs a release,

“What are you doing here loki?” you said not looking up at him. He groans at the sound of your voice. It was feels like sweet honey.

“Y/N… I really hate to ask… but… can I lay with you? I can’t find any kind of release with my hands… I want you…” Loki says looking at your with hooded eyes as he starts to strip in front of you. You choke out a laugh because he has to be kidding right? Out of everyone he wants you?

“Loki, I don’t think that’s a good idea.. You don’t even like me. We only get along for everyone's sake. But deep down, you don’t like me.” You said finally looking up and seeing him naked. How defined his muscles looked, his v-line that ran down his waist right to his big red precum oozing cock. You choke a bit, he is more beautiful then you ever imagined..

“Y/N, it is below me to ask you, but you are the only human in my eyes. Yes I’ve laid with other women but I couldn't get you out of my head. I thought about you everytime, wondering how you felt beneath me. Panting… Moaning… clawing me and begging me. Woman, I am in love with you.” Loki says as he walks up to your bed, sitting down caressing your calf before slowly moving them up. You thought for a minute about his sweet words, maybe he did feel the same way about you as you felt about him. You place your notebook and pen down and look at him, he is completely fucked out by this flower. You feel compelled to help since you felt like it was your fault. You look up at him and move closer.

“I guess I’ll help. But I’d like to talk about these feelings after since you’re currently on drugs.” You say as you close into him with a kiss, his lips were so soft yet a bit chapped from him biting his lip. He lunges into the kiss grabbing your waist as he pulls you close to him, he nips at your lips to open them up, you moan light which makes him feral. He grabs your shorts and pulls them off, almost ripping them. You gasp at the motion, he lays you down and starts to eat you out like a starved man.

“Oh Loki, ooooh’ You moaned as you get a grip of his black locks in your fingers. He groans against you, using his tongue. He is staring at you as your back arches, you were seeing stars.

“Loki, I am about- fuck- about to cu– cum.” You whine out as you felt like it was about to snap. 

“Cum for me.” He says as he sucks faster on your clit, he puts two fingers in you scissoring fast for your release. You  arch up and cum hard all over him, he starting rutting against the bed, needing to desperately. He looks at you like a mad man ready to ravish your goods.

“I can’t wait any longer, I need to be inside of you.” Loki says as he rubs his head up and down your slit before pushing it in. He groans at how tight you are and how wet you are. He stills for just a moment before moving, his pace was brutal. You’ve never thought this would happen within the time you’ve known him but you know he is under drugs currently and you don’t know if he really means what he said.

“Oh… OH MY…” You said as he kissed your cervix with every thrust, clawing his back. You haven’t felt like this before, you are so full of emotion. You didn’t notice you were crying till Loki hauled his movements and touched your cheek.

“Pet, what is wrong? Am I hurting you?” He asked as he slowly pulled out of you, he is still drugged and needs a release but you being sad makes his heart break. You shake it off and continue but he stops you.

“I know that I am drugged but I want to be frank. Y/N, I am very much in love with you. I have wanted you since the first day of meeting you, when I captured you in the cage. I love the way your hair flows, how stubborn you are when we do missions. Everything about you has captured me… which is weird because I never had these feelings before and I am TERRIFIED because I don’t want my heart broken.” Loki says as he caresses your cheek looking deeply into your eyes as he slowly thrusted into you lovely. You sigh,

“Loki, I am in love with you as well. It took a while because I thought you were a total ass, but you grew on me with your witty comments and teasing. I am crying because I am full of emotion because finally it happened, not the way I wanted, but it happened. Now let's get this out of your system so we can have a coherent conversation.” You say, as you pull him into a deep heated kiss, he growls against your lips and starts thrusting faster. He pulls away from the kiss and smirks, he flips you over so he is able to get you on your hands and knees, has he thrust harder pushing you face down as he has one hand on your hip, the other on your neck. You are close, you feel the coil in your belly tighten. 

“Loki, I am about- bout to- fuck- cum.” You stutter as you grip his cock tightly as he fucks into hard. He groans at the feeling of you.

“Cum for me, I am close.” He says as he pumps hard into you, you finally let it snap and you cum hard, thinking might have even squirted on him with how much you came. He moans at the feeling and releases deep in you holding you still against him as he doesn’t want to lose the heat. He finally after a few minutes slowly pulls out and lays you on the bed as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth to help you clean up, you are very sore from tonight's actions and all you want to do is sleep. But Loki has other plans.

“Y/N, I want you to know, I’ll be here in the morning when you wake up. I want to give us a chance and you deserve a date. I’d like to be your boyfriend if you will have me.” Loki says, stroking your face softly. 

“Of course Loki, I’d like that.” You smile, you move closer to cuddle and lean up to kiss him goodnight before passing out.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: Sam and reader's relationship is fairly new. They've been keeping it a secret from everyone, even Colby. But, it soon gets unveiled to him by some tricksters that spook Sam and reader during their investigation.

Warnings: some SMUT18+, strong language, scary and creepy things done to reader by ghosts such as touching and being spoken to, oral (f), fingering, hair pulling, comedic fluff with a slight dash of smut

Word count: 6.5k | not edited

Disclaimer: I made everything up for this story, straight off the top of my head. Enjoy!

"What's up guys." Colby says loudly with a smile, "It's Sam and Colby. But you already knew that." He laughs and you shake your head.

"Today, we have a very special guest. You probably have seen her in a few of our other videos." Sam holds his hand out towards you, "Y/n."

"Hey guys!" You wave, "I'm very. Very excited for this one today and I'll let the guys explain why."

Sam gives you a smile and looks back at the camera, "Today we're investigating the Seebold Manor." Sam looks at Colby.

"The Seebold Manor is like no other place we've explored because today, we won't just be dealing with normal ghosts and or demons.."

"We are going to be.. drum roll please." Sam starts to pat his knees, you and Colby following along, "What we were told are trickster spirits."

"Y/n. Why don't you tell them what that means." Colby motions and Sam watches you as you take a deep breath, "So. We will be dealing with trickster spirits, as Sam said. These spirits are basically what their name says. They like to play tricks, basically moving stuff around. Tapping your shoulder, generally non-harmful stuff."

"I was told by the owner, that one person- or.." Sam looks at Colby and holds up two fingers, "Was it two people that were tripped on the steps?"

Colby presses his fingers to his chin and thinks for a moment, "I think Brian said two."

You glance over at Sam as he continues talking, and all you can think about is how no one knows that you're dating, and how good Sam looks.

"Y/n."

"Y/n."

You blink, breaking your stare from Sam and quickly cover it up, "I saw something standing over there."

Sam smirks slightly, covering his lips with his hand to hide it, knowing that you were definitely looking at him, "Where?"

You point, "Over by that one cement pillar thingy."

"Oh shit." Colby shakes his head, "They're probably thinking, this group of nimwits will be easy to mess with."

You all laugh and you nod, "You know, I was honestly thinking that, too." Sam looks at you, "I third that. We're in for it tonight."

"We are going to go ahead and get set up.." Sam points to the camera, "See you guys in a minute."

As you make your way towards the house, Sam's hand gently brushes against yours and you smile at him. You head snaps towards Colby as he turns around and you cross your arms.

You wanted to tell Colby, you really did. But you like the idea of sneaking around right now. The adrenaline from possibly getting caught.

You and Sam both knew that Colby would only be mad because you didn't tell him right away, and you were fine with that.

This is something that only you and Sam knew about, and you wanted to milk it just a little while longer.

"Alright. What shall we do first?" Colby claps his hands together, "I definitely think we should just kind of sit stuff out, see if we can catch it being moved?"

"That's a really good idea. I brought a third camera, just in case we'd need it. We can set it up in the living room area to watch our other thing." Sam looks around, clicking the camera on, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" You and Colby say in unison, looking to where Sam is looking.

It's quiet for a second before you speak up, "What did you hear?"

"Like a rubber dodge ball being bounced. Like the echo of it, you know what I mean?" Sam whispers as he looks to you and Colby. He snaps his head back, "There it was again."

You shake your head, "I didn't hear any of that. Did you?" You point to Colby and he shakes his head, "I didn't hear that, but when we were walking down the steps it felt like someone walked past me, you know that feeling?"

You and Sam nod, "I thought someone else was with us, like there was five when we came back down stairs." Sam motions behind him, "Like they were following close.”

You shake, "oh, I just got goosebumps."

Sam gives you a sympathetic look, wanting to comfort you but not wanting to give it away just yet, "I had them the second we walked in, actually."

"Alright. I'll go get the other camera so we can set that up first." Colby points to the door, "Do you guys have anything on you that you could set out in the meantime?"

You take your backpack off your shoulders and unzip it, "I have my water bottle and for some reason, an extra pair of socks."

They laugh and Sam turns the camera off before he takes off his backpack, "I have a water bottle too, and I have a few of our stickers we could set out."

Colby nods, "I'll grab something from the car. I'll be right back." As soon as he leaves, Sam pulls you in by the waist, "We should just tell him. I can't stand playing this, we're only friends game.."

You sigh, laying your hands on his chest, "I know. It's hard keeping my friendly distance from you."

Sam presses his lips to your forehead, "At any time you get scared you can come to me." Sam looks down at you and you nod, "I know. I will.. but.." you bite your lip, smirking, "I had an idea."

"Uh oh." He smirks and tilts his head, "Let's hear it."

"While we were doing the tour.." you glance to the door, making sure Colby didn't come back yet, "I've kept a mental note about rooms."

"Rooms?" Sam raises a brow, "Tell me more."

"If we.. ya know.. split up.. we could meet up in one of the said rooms.." you smirk, "Do I need to keep going?"

Sam shakes his head, cupping your cheeks, "You're an adventurous little devil aren't you?"

You shrug, "Figured it could add to the exhilaration."

"I don't have any doubts about that." Sam gives you a quick kiss and steps away as the door opens and Colby walks through, "So I grabbed one of my extra sweatshirts, I figured we could fold it a certain way. See if it gets moved or something?" Colby walks over, "it's the only thing I could find."

"That should work. I'm sure they'll move stuff that's already here too. So we just need to make a mental note-" you stop and look down the hall, "Clapping. Like a quick-" you clap your hands together and look at them.

Sam turns the camera on again, "Y/n just said she heard clapping.. I didn't.. did you?" He points the camera to Colby and he tilts his head, "I thought I hea-" Colby gasps, eyes going wide as he points, "That."

You nod, "Exactly that."

Sam points the camera down the hallway, "y/n. Clap twice."

You clap your hands together, twice like Sam asked. You wait a few moments and the clapping sound happens back.

"No fucking way." Sam shakes his head.

"Holy fuck." Colby pokes your arm, "Do it three times this time."

You take a deep breath, clapping your hands three times slowly, and sure enough, three claps come back, "Oh my god." You shiver, "That is fucking wild."

"Let's do the REM pod. We can set it at the entrance of the living room." Sam sighs, "this is going to be good."

He cuts the camera and you walk down the hall, jumping as you hear a loud clap almost next to your head, "Fuck." You laugh, "Someone clapped again.. but it was like right next to my head this time."

"Yeah I definitely heard that one." Colby takes the pod and turns it on, setting it down on the ground, "Okay." He looks at the camera once Sam gets it rolling, "someone clapped right next to y/n's head as we were walking down here. So that means something is here."

You all back away from the pod and Sam hand the camera to Colby before speaking, "So as you all know, and if you don't, this is what is called a REM pod. It lights up red when something gets close to it, just like this." He walks up, lifting his shoe to get it to light up red, "Has to be pretty close for it to light up so.."

Sam clears his throat, "My name is Sam, this is Colby and y/n. We're here to do an investigation, get to know this place a little bit better. We mean absolutely no harm to you or anyone else that might be here."

"We heard you clapping for us, so if you're here with us right now, can you make that little red light flash just like my friend Sam did?" Colby asks and keeps the camera on the pod, waiting for it to flash.

And it does.

"Great. Thank you." Colby blows air, "If this is one of the members from the Seebold family, can you make it light up again?"

After a few moments of glancing at each other and waiting, it lights up red.

As you're standing there, listening to them ask more questions, something brushes your leg and you jump, "Shit." You look around, "Something brushed or rubbed up against my leg."

Colby turns the flash on the camera, moving it around, "There's nothing here. Where was it at?"

You point to your calf, "It honestly felt like a cat, you know when they rub up against your leg."

"Maybe they had a cat?" Sam suggests, "I don't know if they had any animals or not but I'm sure it's possible."

You shrug and the pod lights up, "Can you make that light up again if you had a cat."

Instant red.

"Well. I guess they had a cat." You laugh and sigh, "That was so weird."

"There's that sound again." Sam turns, "The rubber ball bouncing." He holds his hand out to keep you and Colby from talking, "Can you do that again so my fri-"

You raise your eyebrows, "I hear it."

Colby nods, "Yeah. I hear that, too. That's fucking.." he laughs, "Oh shit."

"Thank you." Sam looks at you and Colby with a nervous smile, "So they like to let us know they're here."

The pod lights up red and you laugh, "We appreciate you being so active with us." It lights up again and you look at Sam and Colby, "They must like us or something."

"Alright, so should we let that here with the camera on and go to the other rooms?" Sam glances at you and you look down to hide your smile.

Colby nods, "We can set out stuff out all over. Put the camera up right there on that table." Colby walks over to a table and sets the extra camera down, "Does this work?"

"Yeah, that's perfect, yes." Sam starts setting stuff out and you fold Colby's sweatshirt in a specific way.

Hood tucked under and the sleeves in the hoodie pocket. You tie the strings into a bow, "That look specific enough?"

Colby walks over and chuckles, "that's better than what I was going to do."

You laugh, "Colby. I've seen how you fold and I think it's a good thing that I did this." He scoffs and sighs, "Yeah. You're right."

You gasp, jumping towards him as you feel the same feeling on your leg, "That fucking ghost cat. I swear to god."

"I'll have to ask Brian tomorrow if they had a cat for sure. But I'm going to just assume that with that lighting up red." Sam motions to the pod, "Means they did."

"Alright guys." Colby says into the camera, "So from the looks of it.." he starts laughing, "Y/n is going to be tormented by this ghost cat for the rest of the night."

"Glad you find humor is my time of horror." You laugh and move over next to Sam, "We should set something at the top of the steps. See if anything knocks it down or something."

Sam nods, "That's a good idea, too."

You look around the room, "Did you turn that camera on, Colby?" Colby nods, "Yeah, I turned it-" he looks t the camera, "It's off. I swear I turned it on."

"I'm pretty sure you did. I watched you." Sam hands you the camera and walks over to Colby, "The light was on for sure."

"Y/n."

"What?" You look up at Sam and Colby and they look at you confused. You laugh slightly, "Did one of you not just say my name?"

They shake their heads and Sam points, "I was messing with this camera and Colby was talking to me about it."

"That's so weird. It sounded like.. actually it sounded like Colby's voice saying my name." You step closer to them and look behind you, "I know they aren't going to hurt us, but I can't help but feel anxious."

"Are you okay?" Sam asks and you nod, "Oh yeah, I'm fine." You laugh slightly, "Kinda comical if you really think about it."

Sam laughs and looks at Colby, "Alright. Well if this doesn't stay on, we'll just have to make sure we record with this one where everything is placed."

Colby nods, "Alright. Yeah. I hope this stays o-" he whips his head around and lays a hand on his cheek, "Something just kissed me." He looks at you and Sam with wide eyes and he laughs, "I swear to god, it felt like lips on my cheek."

Sam turns the camera around on him and sighs, "I just want to say that If Colby doesn't leave with us, it's because he's staying with his new ghost girlfriend."

You cover your lips to hide your laughter and Sam looks at Colby and full out laughs, "I'm sorry. I had to, brother."

Colby rolls his eyes, "Let's just.." he laughs slightly, "Get out of here."

Sam pans the camera over everything that's set out before you leave the living area.

"I think we should go to, what did he say, Malcom's room?" Sam looks over at you and Colby, "Maybe we can find out how the fire that burned the original down."

"I brought the EMF meter, so we can ask yes or no questions." Colby digs into his bag and pulls it out, "I think his room was the third one on the left upstairs."

As you make your way down the hallway, Sam trips but catches himself, "Alright." He laughs slightly, "Colby did you trip me?"

"As much as I thought about it.. no, I didn't trip you." Colby smirks and looks around, "y/n. Did you trip Sam?"

"No." You shake your head and look at Sam, "Are you okay?"

He nods, "Yeah, no I'm good." He looks around, "That was like, right in front of you." He point to you and you raise your brows, "you know, as we were walking, it did feel like we walked through a cold bubble."

All three of you snap your heads behind you as you all hear what sounds like people running.

"I didn't like that." You step towards Sam and grab his arm, "That was close."

Sam holds onto your sweatshirt sleeve, "Yeah, that was almost like they were running towards us."

"Don't say that, Sam. Fuck. Now they'll come running at us." Colby laughs nervously and shakes his head, "Let's just.. get upstairs."

All three of you now walk at a quicker pace, still looking behind you and laughing when you do it at the same time.

"Careful on these steps." Sam tells you as he walks in front of you. You nod, holding onto the banister as you follow him up.

"Right here is where it felt like someone was with us during the tour." Colby motions to the stairs, "But it was when we were coming down."

"Wait.." you tap Sam and point, "Do you hear that? It sounds like the REM pod going off, like constantly."

They're silent for a few moments before looking at each other, "I bet you they're moving our stuff." Colby shakes his head, "Wanna go check it out now or?"

"Let's give it a little bit yet. We can go up here first." Sam looks up the steps and continues walking, "can you imagine tumbling down these steps though?"

You laugh slightly, "I feel like they're wide enough you wouldn't really get hurt if you tuck and rolled." You look at Colby and he shakes his head, "I'm not doing that."

"I want going to-"

He cuts you off, "I know you, y/n. I'm not tucking and rolling down these steps." He laughs and looks at the stairs, "Although.. it would be fun."

Sam laughs, "Let me know how you make out with that."

You reach the top of the stairs, looking both ways before continuing straight on, "Oh. Here." You point to the door that has Malcom in cursive letters.

Colby places his hand on the knob, twisting slowly as he pushes the door open, "Malcom, we're here to ask you a few questions."

You follow Colby in, Sam behind you.

"Hi Malcom." You look around and Sam walks in, "Hey Malcom, so we brought up our little device that allows you to light up green for yes and red for no as answers to our questions."

Colby gets it out, turning it on, "Alright. Who wants to go first?" You look between them and raise your hand, "I will."

You watch as Colby places the device on the stand and you look around, "Malcom.. are you here with us?"

A few minutes goes by, nothing.

"Is anyone here with us?" Sam asks and the reader lights up green, "Is this Malcom?"

The reader lights up red.

"Are you one of Malcom's brothers?" Colby asks and the reader lights up green. Colby looks up, "Hmm. Okay. What were his brother's names?"

"Miller and-" the reader lighting up green cuts you off, "Is this Miller?" It lights up green again and you motion, "It's Miller."

Sam laughs slightly and smirks as Colby shakes his head, "Thanks. I had no idea." He laughs and crosses his arms, "Miller, can you tell us if the fire that burned this house down was an accident?"

Lights up green.

"Was it caused by a prank you and your brothers were playing?" Sam asks and it lights up green then flashes to red.

"That's weird." You look between them, "Is there someone else here with you, Miller?"

Lights up green.

"Is it Monroe?" You nod as it lights up green, "I remember Brian saying that one of the kids was a trouble maker.. he took the-" you put air quotes, "Pranks.. too far."

"That's right." Sam nods, "Monroe, was it you that started the fire?"

Lights up green.

"Was it an accident?" Colby asks in a softer tone and it lights up green, "You didn't mean to light the house on fire?" Colby asks again and it lights up red.

You shiver slightly at the mixed signals, "I just got a chill." You feel the same cat-like rubbing against your leg and you jump, letting out a slight scream, "That fucking. Cat!"

You move over by Sam, standing close to him as you're dead set on laying eyes on this ghostly cat apparition.

"Again?" Sam turns, "What the hell is up with that?"

"Kitty likes y/n." Colby laughs and you glare at him, "At least I didn't get kissed by a ghost."

His laughter stops and he goes serious, "Shut up."

You snicker and take a deep breath, "I like cats... don't get me wrong.. but I like the ones I can actually see." Sam lays his hand on your back, keeping the camera on Colby, "You aren't scratched or anything are you?"

You shift to pull the leg of your pants up, "No." you shake your head, "nothing is here."

"Well that's good, at least." Sam looks to Colby, "Should we go to the parents room? See if we can talk to them?"

Colby nods, "Yeah but if I get kissed again, I'm out."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam laughs and you follow him to the door, "Thank you Miller and Malcom."

Colby walks out behind you, shutting the door, "If it wasn't for posting this.. I'd say we never speak about that ever again." He laughs.

"They like you, honestly can't blame them." Sam purses his lips together and looks away. Colby smirks and pretends to get shy, "oh shucks. Sam. You know how to speak to me just right."

You almost told Colby to stop flirting with your boyfriend but you caught yourself, laughing as you shake your head.

"Alright. Alright." Sam laughs, "I'm thinking we try and get something out of the next room then we go down and check our stuff."

"Works for me." You nod and Colby nods, "Alright, let's do this."

You make your way to the room at the end of the hall, opening the door and making your way in. As you walk in, you gasp, "I swear something moved."

"Where?" Sam points the camera to where you're pointing, "Like a figure?"

You nod, "Yeah, like a white figure just moved into the wall. It was quick."

"That could either be Matthias or his wife, Molly." Colby looks around and you nod, "They really like the M names, don't they?"

"I don't really know anything about that, but I've caught onto that, too." Sam motions to Colby, "Set out the EMF, Colby."

Colby turns it on, setting it down on the bed, "Is anyone here with us?"

Lights up green.

"Is it Molly?" You ask and it lights up green, "Was that you that I saw when we first came in?" It lights up green again and you sigh, "We mean no harm, Molly. We just want to ask you some more questions if that's okay."

It lights up green and you look at Sam, "Should we ask about Monroe?" He nods, "I mean, I think we should." You nod and look to Colby, "Your turn."

"Were you afraid of Monroe?" Colby asks and it lights up green then shuts up quickly. Colby looks at Sam, "That would make sense."

Sam nods, "Yeah. If he felt outcasted or something, you know?" Colby nods, "We're you scared of him because of his pranks?"

Lights up green.

"Did he want to cause harm?" Sam asks and you watch as it flashes from green to red repeatedly, "Are you unsure?"

Lights up green.

"Okay, Molly. That's fine. Thank you." Sam looks to you and then to Colby, "Should we go downstairs now?"

Colby nods, "Yeah. I'm actually curious to see what was moved." He walks over to the door, "Did you close this when you came in, Sam?"

He shakes his head, "No I left it open."

"Did you close it?" Colby looks at you and you shake your head, "I didn't touch the door." Colby looks to Sam, "Fucking hell. Okay." He tries to open the door but it doesn't open.

"Is it locked?" Sam asks walking up to him, "Hold on let me.." Sam bends down, using the flash on the camera to see.

As you're standing there, waiting for them to get the door open, you feel something grab your ankle. When you lift that one, something grabs your other one and you let out a yell, "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

You move over to Sam and Colby and point to the end of the bed, "Something grabbed my ankles." You squeeze between them and Sam wraps his arm around your waist, "I moved the one it grabbed first then it grabbed my other one."

"They just wanted to see you dance, y/n." Colby says, "Are you okay?"

"They could have just asked me. Damn." You laugh slightly, "Yeah. I'm good. Let's just get out of here." You turn to grab the knob and the door opens, "They did it on purpose, little shits."

Sam and Colby laugh quietly as they follow you out of the room, "Oh. Did you want to set something at the top here?" Sam points to the steps, "We can put.." he looks around and walks over to grab something off the stand, "This here."

You nod, "That'll work." Your eyes follow him as he sets the circular object down. Sam stands back up, "Alright. Let's head down."

You stay close to Sam as you walk down the steps, glancing behind you every so often. Colby does the same, "Ever since we came down these the first time I can't shake that someone is with us."

Sam nods, "These stairs are weird." He turns at the bottom, making sure you come down safely, "I don't know how to explain it, but you know what I mean."

Colby walks down, "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like there's just something that lives on the stairs or whatever."

You look down the hall, "The REM is going off again."

"Is it?" Sam points the camera down the hall, "Yeah it is. Holy fuck." He looks at you before he starts walking, you and Colby follow.

"Wait." You stop, bending down to pick up one of their stickers but it's stuck to the floor, "Sam. Colby." You move back, pointing to the sticker, "Something stuck that here."

"No fucking way." Sam moves the camera over it, trying to lift it up, "That's actually insane."

Colby bends down, looking up at Sam, "I hope we can't get in trouble for this." He laughs slightly, "we didn't do that."

"That's actually scary." You run a hand through your hair and it feels like a strand is lifted up, "Oh my go-" you move away, running your hand over your hair, "Did you get that?" You look at Sam and he nods, "I honestly think so. Fuck. Here."

He cuts the camera off and replays what he just recorded. Sure enough, you see the strand lift up and you jump away, "Oh my god. You got it." You look up at him and Colby takes the camera, replaying it, "That's actually fucking crazy."

You laugh, "I can't believe that." You point, "let's go see what else is moved." You walk with them to the living room area and look over the room.

Colby's hoodie isn't on the table, folded like you left it. It's actually no where to be found.

Your water bottle is on its side, on the other table.

Sam's water bottle, is empty, but there isn't any water in it.

"I hope you weren't thirsty and I hope you didn't like that sweatshirt." You shake your head in disbelief, "Oh, my socks are separated and one is here and the other is... gone." You turn to look at Sam and Colby.

"I liked that sweatshirt." Colby's voice is in a higher tone and he pretends to pout, "Damn it." He laughs and Sam walks over, "There's only one sticker left. I laid out three. So the second one is.." he looks around, walking around the living room area, "I can't find it."

"Is the camera still on?" You point and Colby walks over. After a few seconds of messing with it, he looks up, "Come watch this."

You walk over, along with Sam and stand on either side of Colby. You both watch as Sam's water bottle slowly uncaps and falls over, almost like someone was gently laying it on its side.

"That's so weird." Sam laughs nervously, "Oh, y/n. Your water bottle just falls over."

"Does it show Colby's sweatshirt moving?" You ask and Colby shakes his head, "I don't think-" the camera shows Colby's sweatshirt moving and then it's almost like it lays over the camera before it shuts off, "..so."

"So.." Sam stands up and turns, "Your sweatshirt.. covered the camera.. then the camera cuts out... and now your sweatshirt is just... gone?"

You lean on the table with one hand, "Tricksters." You laugh slightly and shake your head, "I'm sure we'll find it somewhere. It has to be around here somewhere."

Colby looks around, "thats actually really good footage, when though we don't have much." Colby runs a hand over his face, "The fact that it's just gone.. my mind is blown right now."

"Why don't we split up?" Sam suggests and Colby snaps his head towards him, "What?"

You smirk and look away as Sam explains, "We have three cameras. Two of us take each hallway down here. One goes upstairs."

You quickly put your finger on your nose for going upstairs, "No nose goes."

Sam quickly puts his finger on his noses followed by Colby and he groan, "Fuuuuck me."

You laugh, "Have fun upstairs, Brock."

"Have fun with your ghost cat, y/l/n." Colby chuckles and you shrug, "At least mine doesn't try to kiss me."

"Alright children." Sam laughs, "Let's get y/n set up with a camera and then we can get started." Sam sets the camera down on the table to get into his backpack to get you your camera.

After getting situated, Sam starts rolling, "Alright guys. So we are splitting up." He looks between you and Colby, "Well each have a camera. I'm sending Colby with the REM pod. Y/n will have the EMF. I'll just have me myself and I."

"Yeah, that's what you get for making me go upstairs." Colby laughs, "Let's just do this. Meet at the bottom of the steps in what? Thirty minutes?"

You and Sam nod, "that sounds fair enough." You look at Sam and he smirks, "Works for me." He looks to Colby, "let's go."

You all walk to the bottom of the steps and say your jokingly goodbyes before you all part ways. You were honestly kind of nervous to be on your own, but you knew you were meeting up with Sam any minute now.

You walk down the hall, looking at each door and picture frame that was hung on the wall, "That's the family guys." You point the camera to the picture of the Seebold family and take a deep breath as you continue walking.

You round the corner and stop when you hear the faint sound of footsteps, "Fuck. Okay. There's footsteps.. like someone is walking.. somewhere." You whisper to the camera, "Oh my god. I'm actually shitting my pants right now."

You laugh quietly and force yourself to keep walking. You reach your hand out, feeling the wall end and you go to turn the corner but you run into something and it grabs your arm.

You scream slightly but Sam turns his flashlight on, pointing it on himself, "Hey. It's me! It's me!"

You let out a sigh, "Holy fuck, Sam." You lay a hand on your chest, "I didn't know these hallways connected like this.”

He nods, "Neither did I."

You catch your breath and look up at him, and it's instant fire. You were finally alone with him.

And you had thirty minutes to spare.

"Come on." Sam smirks and pulls you into one of the rooms. It's mainly empty, but you didn't need much.

Sam turns his camera off and sets it down, along with yours and his hands are instantly on your waist, pinning you against the wall.

"Ever since you said something about it, it's all I could think about." He mumbles against your lips. You nod, "Mhm."

Your hands slide up his chest, intertwining your fingers with his hair. He slides a hand down, slipping it into the band of your leggings, "gotta be quick and quiet."

He drops down to his knees, pulling your leggings down to below your knees. You nod, watching as he slides his hands up your thighs. He pulls your panties to the side and rises up slightly.

You spread your legs as far as your leggings will let you before Sam leans in, lips wrapping around your clit.

You press your hand hard against your mouth to muffle your moans. Your other hand is on his head.

He lowly groans against you as he digs his fingers into your legs. You roll your hips forward, everything becoming nothing but you and him right now.

His tongue drags against your folds and you whimper. He looks up at you, moving to stand up as his fingers replace his tongue.

You moan as he pushes his fingers into you. He rests his forehead against yours, "You're so wet."

You tilt your head back to look up at him and his lips crash onto yours. You wrap an arm around his neck, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Wait.." you pull away breathing heavy, "wait."

"What, babe?" Sam looks at you confused and you look at him, "That sounds.. I swear I just heard Colby yelling."

He pulls his fingers from you and you hike your pants back up, "Like it sounded faint which makes sense because he's upstairs, but like."

Sam looks at you, "That?"

You listen for a minute and nod when you hear Colby yell again, "Yes. Yes that!"

"Sam! Y/n!"

You and Sam grab your cameras, turning them on when you get out into the hall. Sam takes a deep breath, "Yo Colby!"

Nothing.

"Okay. So I ran into y/n. We didn't know these hallways meet, and now we hear Colby yelling." Sam explains as he points the camera to him.

"Wait. Sam. What if they're just mocking him? Like trying to trick us? Isn't that what they did earlier to me when they said my name and it sounded like his voice?" You look at Sam and he looks at you, "it could be, but I don't want to take any chances."

You and Sam make your way down the hall and you stop, "Did you light these?" You point to the lit candles on the stand and Sam shakes his head, "No."

You look behind you, "Sounds like someone's walking." You look to Sam and back behind you, "Colby? Did you light these candles?"

Nothing.

"Alright let's just go fi-"

As you and Sam round the corner to the steps, a cat meowing at you both on the corner of the stand, makes you and Sam let out a loud ass scream, catching you off guard.

Sam grabs your hand and pulls you with him, dragging you with to the bottom of the stairs, "What the fuck?!"

"A fucking cat!? Was that a cat!?" You yell, looking up at Sam, "There's a real life fucking cat!?" You scream, clinging to Sam as your breathing is rapid, "What the fuck? Colby!!"

"Colby!" Sam yells, holding you close, "Colby there's a fucking cat!"

The ball shaped object that Sam placed at the top of the steps comes bouncing down, causing you and Sam to freeze.

You slowly turn your head, looking at Sam until you hear the sound of footsteps coming at you. You grab onto Sam tighter, letting out a scream, "Colby! Sam there were footsteps coming at us."

Sam pulls you closer,"Yo, Colby. Come on man!" He looks around, catching glimpse of the cat comes running over, but it doesn't register with him right away, so he takes off running.

"Sam!" You scream, "Where are you-" you let out a scream as the cat rubs up against your leg and Sam comes back quickly to grab you to pull you with him, "I thought you were behind me!"

"I'm over this!" You yell out, laughing slightly, "There's no way that's a cat. And that ball. What the hell."

"Yo. Colby!" Sam screams as you walk back over to the steps, "Let's go man!"

"What the fuck is happening down here?" Colby yells as he comes down the top flight of stairs, "All I heard was you both absolutely lo-"

Colby trips, rolling down the steps with a grunt, "oh fuck."

You and Sam run over to him, kneeling down next to him, "Colby. Hey. You with us?" Sam taps his face and he nods, "Yeah. I landed on the camera."

"I honestly think I got that on camera." You cover your mouth and try not to laugh. Colby chuckles but grunts in pain, "I need to see that."

The cat that's been following you all night, runs up and sits on Colby's chest. He does a double take, pointing, "It's a fucking cat."

You nod, "It's a fucking cat."

"That cat about made me shit my pants." Sam sighs, "We came around the one corner, because we heard you yelling and it was sitting eye level on a shelf and just meowed."

"So it's not a ghostly cat." Colby scratches its head and furrows his brows, "Wait." He goes to sit up and Sam helps him, "You said you heard me yelling?"

You and Sam both nod and Colby shakes his head, "I was chillen in the upstairs library the whole time until I heard your guys ruckus."

"You were right." Sam looks at you and you nod, "They were tricking us."

"Wait.. again.." Colby looks between the two of you and points back and forth, "Why were you two together?"

"The hallways meet. I kept following it and I ran into her. Scared the shit out of her." Sam laughs and you nod with a smile, "Yeah, I thought I was dying."

"Your smile tells me different, y/n." Colby tilts his head, "Is there going to be sex footage on those cameras?"

"Oh my god, Colby. No!" You stand up, holding your hand out, along with Sam's to help Colby up. He grabs both of your hands, standing up then reaching down to grab the camera.

"You turned your camera off right?" Sam leans in and whispers as quiet as possible. You nod, "Yeah. Did you?"

Sam nods, "I think."

"Secrets don't make friends." Colby clicks his tongue, "Just tell me my assumptions are right."

"And what are your assumptions, Colby?" You cross your arms, tilting your head. Colby smirks, nodding from you to Sam, "Yall are dating.. aren't ya."

Sam's the first one to break, "I wanted to tell you, brother. But this was just something that we.." Sam trails off and looks at you to continue speaking, "We were living in the moment of being the only two that knew. We planned on telling you tonight, I swear."

Colby stares at both of you, "So no one else knows?"

You and Sam both nod, "Right."

"So I'm the first person to know?" Colby raises his brows and you nod, "yes. Colby. You're the first person to know.”

He celebrates, "Yes!"

The sound of an echoing laugh cuts your moment short, “I hate to rain on everyone’s parade, but can we just get our shit and get out of here?”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this sucks, but it’s something for now. I’ve also been violently sick for the last few days, but I’m coming out of that and hoping to get some good shit out to you!

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FEELS LIKE A THRILLER! ᯓᡣ𐭩

12. #NOTACANNIBAL written chapter | 2.8k words

“WHAT, YOU DON’T feed your plants?”

Seunghan tilts his head. “... Why should I?” 

“Then what the hell kind of owner are you, dude?” you accuse, adjusting the strap of your bag as the two of you head towards the car parking lot. “Who doesn’t feed their plants?”

Seunghan pauses, eyebrows furrowing, before a smile breaks out on his face and then he’s throwing his head back to laugh. He opens the door of the passenger seat for you, saying, “You mean, like, feeding them fertilizer? Wait, how often do you feed them anyway?” 

“Everyday.” 

Seunghan looks concerned. “Um, I don’t think that’s right…” 

You shrug, hopping into the car. “My plant seems to love it, though. It has never looked this alive! That obviously means I’m doing something right, right?”

He blinks when the door finally shuts, wondering how that even works. What kind of plant do you even have in the first place to require fertilizer every single day? He thought it’d be just some room plant, something low-maintenance, but maybe you’re actually a secret plant-connoisseur since you’ve been keeping it alive all this time? Hell, for all he knows, you’re probably developing your own venus flytrap that could digest a whole-ass elephant or something… a part of some secret society with mad scientists obsessed with plants and Seunghan’s just none the wiser…

He promptly starts the vehicle, dismissing such thoughts. He really needs to stop watching those crazy Sci-Fi movies with Sohee every Wednesday. 

When the car finally gets out of school property, Seunghan takes one quick glance at you. “So,” he starts, hands admittedly a bit clammy as he steers the wheel and stops at a red light. “Anywhere you’d like to go? I was thinking maybe we should get some food, or something. We should have really planned this out, huh?” 

A notification ping suddenly rings out after he finishes; an awfully familiar sound at that. 

“Do not open your goddamn phone to play Pokemon Go right now, Seunghan,” you warn, and he immediately deflates at how easily you’ve read him. Then, you smile sweetly, “But, yeah, we can go get something to eat first!” 

He laughs anyway, swerving towards downtown. “Alright. Also, I wasn’t even going to open Pokemon Go. Just saying.” 

“Yeah, okay, and I’m definitely not going to jump out into oncoming traffic right now.” 

“Please don’t.” 

After spending some time eating at a nearby cafe Eunseok has been asking to go together with the guys, the two of you manage to get through a whole hour without glancing at each of your phones, too focused on the other to truly care whether or not there are pokemons in the area. During that whole hour of you casually attempting to flirt with Seunghan in your own little way, you find that perhaps he’s not as obsessed with the mobile game as much as you believed him to be—which is good, even though you do find it a little bit cute, but at least he’s not addicted or something. 

Seunghan pulls out his phone after you’ve stepped out of the establishment. “Holy shit? There’s a Piplup just a block away!”

“Seriously?” you squawk. 

“Yeah!” he excitedly responds, only to end up getting smacked on the arm. “Oh, not what you meant. Okay.” 

You give him a fixed stare. He returns it.

“Can we please catch it?” Seunghan pleads, forming his hands into a prayer. 

You falter, attempting to look at anywhere but his face. Hot nerds are a curse, you think miserably.

“Please, Y/N? It’s Piplup!” he continues, finally taking your hands in his. You flush, believing that he can just go ahead and go catch the damn pokemon himself but instead chooses to spend more time begging you to go with him in order to catch it together. Right. Because you’re on a date. And Seunghan isn't an asshole. Right. Guy who had a girlfriend for four years over here. Someone already cooked before you. 

“Okay, fine,” you finally surrender, mentally cursing yourself for going down such a rabbit hole. Who cares about his ex-girlfriend? She was the past, and you’re the present (hopefully)! “But just Piplup!” 

Seunghan laughs, crossing the road with you. “I promise I won’t make this a Pokemon Go date.”

He’s still holding your hand. Like a real couple. You have to mention it.

“You better not,” you say instead, squeezing his hand in return. 

After acquiring the stupid Piplup loitering by a fire hydrant next to a pissing dog, Seunghan leads you back to his car to spend a couple more minutes marveling at the 25th Piplup on his screen, before starting the ignition to make your way towards the arcade. There he finally pockets his phone and drags you towards the nearest racing game, where you both duke it out in a Fast & Furious racing game, with you ultimately ending up as the winner after two rounds. Of course, you made sure to rub it in Seunghan’s face for a good three minutes, before he’s dragging you towards the claw machines like every arcade date out there. 

Amidst the presence of screaming children and tired parents chasing after them, Seunghan holds your hand as if it was second nature, the sight of his back a constant reminder that he’s not willing to lose you among the crowd and the dirty, soda and gum-flavored floor. 

You wonder if this is what it would have felt like had you been his girlfriend in high school. Sitting next to each other in class while trying to ignore your friends’ teasing remarks, partnering up for school projects, doing community service together, or buying snacks right after school and heading to the arcade. Then he’d walk you home, or depending when he got his license maybe drive you, and you’d ask him to text you back when he gets back home. The little things that make up being highschool sweethearts, or whatever the hell he experienced with his ex-girlfriend before they broke up. 

Fine, you’re jealous. You’ve always been jealous. But who doesn’t? You’ve always liked Seunghan—everyone knows that—and you’re aware that the missed opportunities you could’ve had with him over the last four years are a result of your own cowardice and lack of assertion, but what gives? After four years, you can finally have him? Just like that?

They say that a man who yearns is a man who earns, but now that he’s right next to you, on a literal date with you—why can’t you take it? 

Because you cling too much to the past. Do you still like him as much as you did before? 

You’ve always believed that liking someone for so long is a stupid thing, especially someone who wasn’t even available in the first place. Why cling to someone who can’t look at you the way you want them to? And yet you held out for hope anyway, clinging to the possibility that maybe someday Seunghan can look at you like how he did his ex all those years. That perhaps you had a chance with the boy who was one day partnered up with you and your friends for that one project in AP World History, and unknowingly becoming the object of your affections for the next three years and still into college. 

“Just focus on my awesome skills,” Seunghan exclaims, rolling up the sleeves of his flannel as he steps closer to the machine. “I’m gonna get you that Pikachu.” 

You roll your eyes. “Of course you choose the machine with the pokemons.” 

“This is who I am,” he simply responds after inserting the token, moving around the joystick to situate the claw exactly to where he wanted it to go. “And what I am is a Pokemon fan.” 

“You do know that these things are a scam, right?” you ask, stepping right next to him. 

Seunghan curses when the plushie falls out of the claw’s grasp. “It works out, sometimes. You just gotta have hope, you know?” 

You spare him a thoughtful look. Funny how he says that. 

He goes for three more rounds to no avail, the Pikachu plushie never budging from its place next to the Charmander. Seunghan feels as if they’re mocking him from within the glass, and he feels embarrassed, but he promised (in his head, at least) to get you that Pikachu no matter what. And he won’t go home until he does. 

What he doesn’t expect is for you to push him out of the way. “Move, you’re just wasting money,” you say, inserting a token into the slot as he tries to regain his senses. “I will get you that Pikachu.”

Seunghan stammers, moving closer to you as you maneuver the claw to align with the lone Pikachu in the corner, before confidently pressing on the button. “There’s no way that’s gonna work,” he says, eyeing the descending claw. “It’s too far.”

“Just watch,” you simper. 

Much to Seunghan’s surprise, the Pikachu plushie makes it all the way to the exit without a hitch. “What?” he exclaims in shock, watching as you crouch down to take the plushie from the machine, dust it off, and proceed to hand it to him with twinkling eyes. 

“Ta-da!” you exclaim, pushing it towards him. 

Seunghan snaps out of his reverie, handing it back to you. “Why are you giving it to me? I’m supposed to be giving it to you.” 

The side-eye you give him is almost scathing. “What, like the girl can’t give the guy a gift?” 

Seunghan flushes. “That’s not what I meant!” 

But you’re already laughing, inserting another token into the slot while he’s just helplessly holding onto the Pikachu plushie you won’t take. "Sure, you fake-progressive."

"I am very progressive."

He observes as you focus in on the Squirtle next to an Eevee, before changing your mind and going for the upside-down Bulbasaur. Within seconds, you manage to get it again. 

“What’s your secret?” he wonders, taking the plush when you hand it to him as you’re already inserting another token to get the Eevee. “Why are you so good at this? Who’s controlling you? Are you even real?” 

You don’t catch the Eevee this time. You’ve also run out of tokens. 

“Nevermind,” Seunghan says with a smile too wide for your liking. 

You remember back in tenth grade when you were complaining to Sunoo about the upcoming project for history because you simply didn’t want to do it when you had a Chemistry test to study for. Miraculously, you ended up getting grouped with some of your friends and another kid, Hong Seunghan. You thought he was cute, sure, but nothing else after that. He was just some kid who had a huge friend group consisting of six other guys, which somehow included your childhood friend Anton, and the only times you’ve thought about him was when he and his friends walked too slowly in the hallways for your liking. 

But then a day before the submission day of the project, you had forgotten to fulfill your part after getting too caught up with your other classes. Knowing Sunoo would never  forgive you for tanking his grade, you ended up panicking throughout lunch trying to research and paste together a comprehensible summary of your research, hoping that if the group wasn’t getting an A then you would at least get a B. After getting your sources printed out in the library, the only thing left to do was find whoever had the physical presentation, which had been Jaehyun, but then he told you he left it to someone else’s care. Just great, really. You’ll only have a few minutes in class to assemble it, but surely you’d manage, right? 

Wrong. Your frustrations finally caught up to you, and you felt like a ticking time bomb with your unpasted sources and incomplete project. Sunoo was gonna hate you for not even being able to finish something so simple, and you’d be letting down your whole group. Nothing was going right, and you were gonna fail. 

But just as you were about to burst into tears from the stress and resorting to fess up to Sunoo, Seunghan came jogging to you five minutes before lunch ended with the physical presentation in hand. He started apologizing for hogging it, but quickly paused once he noticed tears streaming down your cheeks at the relief of seeing that all was not lost. As you frantically wiped away your tears, he had awkwardly taken the printed sources from your hands and began pasting them into the decorated cardboard, aligning them with wherever they needed to be all the while attempting to comfort you. 

Thinking back on it now, it was a very embarrassing situation. None of that would have happened if you had simply stopped procrastinating and actually did your work, but you hated the prompt your group was given, which lowered your motivation as well. Stupid, but you were just a stupid fifteen-year-old, too. 

Yet you would never forget that very understanding group mate of yours. Seunghan didn’t have to comfort you while he did all the work of gluing and cropping the pages for you, but he did it anyway because he noticed your shaking hands. He could have told you off, said a sarcastic remark about your mishap, but he never did. He did the work and walked with you to class, even offering to buy you a drink from the vending machine to calm you down all with a smile on his face. It doesn’t take a genius to know that what he did was very kind and very attractive, so naturally you ended up forming  a crush on him. 

What you didn’t know was that it would take almost four years for you to make a proper move, albeit indirectly. But it’s the little things that matter. 

“I guess this is it,” Seunghan says after pocketing his keys, walking with you towards your dorm building’s entrance. “I had fun today, Y/N. But I guess I should thank Anton for this, huh? I mean, he was the one who made it possible,” he clasps his hands into a prayer and looks up at the night sky, “whoever made Anton drunk that night, thank you.” 

If only Seunghan didn’t smile at you that day, then you wouldn’t be this hopeless in front of him. 

You snort. “We’re not even of age to drink.” 

“You really think there wouldn’t be any alcohol at Gigi’s party?”

“Fair point,” you shrug, the both of you pausing by the entrance. You turn to him, a gentle smile on your face. “Thanks for the drive, Seunghan. Please take care of Pikachu and Bulbasaur, but since you’re a major Pokemon nerd I’m sure that isn’t an issue for you.” 

Seunghan chuckles, rubbing his nape. “You know me so well.” 

“I wish I knew more,” you joked. “All those years in high school and we’ve only had full conversations three times.” 

He falters. “Ah, yeah… What a waste, huh?” 

“Goodnight, Seunghan,” you say, quickly turning around to erase the image of him looking so awkwardly in front of you. Why’d you have to mention that on the first date? God, you must be some grade-A idiot or something because— 

“Y/N, wait.” 

You pause, trying to ignore the way Seunghan tried to grab your wrist K-Drama style only to end up missing it completely. He fumbles at first at his mistake, attempting to hide the heat quickly rising on his cheeks. “Even if Anton didn’t set us up,” he starts, slowly, trying to find your gaze, “I’d have still wanted to go on this date with you. You’re really fun to talk to, and to hang out with… and you’re also really good at claw machines.”

You smack his arm, and he cracks up a smile again. “Idiot, that’s all you have to say?” 

“It’s true, though! Those things are a scam!” he reasons, before clearing his throat. “But seriously, do you wanna go on another date next time? I really had fun with you. I promise I won’t try catching pokemons at the randomest times ever again, and I’ll try to get you that Eevee plushie next time. And you said that I’m a good driver, so maybe we can catch a drive-in movie or something… what do you think?” 

Hopefully you don’t notice how fast Seunghan’s heart is beating right now, but that’s probably only because yours is beating just as fast. 

You shove him away gently, and he sends you a smile as he waits for your response. “Well?” he goads, but he immediately fails to hide the surprise in his face when you hold up your phone screen in front of him. 

“We can drive around and catch some pokemons next time,” you say, before turning around and walking away. “Bye!” 

And Seunghan watches just until you’ve entered the building, before tripping on the way to his car. 

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SUMMARY. pining after hong seunghan has always felt like an unachievable reality; however, just a few months into your first year of college, it seems that the gods have finally listened to your prayers when news breaks out that your long-time crush is single once again.

AUTHOR'S NOTES. idiots to lovers core

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➶The Bet - Part 4 | Kate Bishop➴

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: angst with happy ending

Summary: Being known as the quiet and reserved student, you mind your own business and stay out of people’s way.

Kate Bishop is the exact opposite. Outgoing, bubbly, and loud, she’s the definition of a popular girl, so it comes as a surprise when she asks you out on a random Thursday afternoon.

(A/N: I couldn’t find out what college Kate goes to, so I’ve decided to just put everyone in NYU. . .)

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The fundraiser is as boring as I thought it would be, but at least it has an open bar which is where I’m sitting currently, waiting for the bartender to pour me another glass of wine.

Riley is talking to Professor Lopez close by, asking some questions about our newest assignment. There are other students, faculty members and sponsors are all around us, mingling and enjoying their evening.

I’m honestly not that bored, but the evening has gone on long enough for my liking, and I’m just waiting for Riley to wrap things up so we can go home.

“Y/N?” A hand on my shoulder makes me spin around and when my eyes land on Grace, of all people, I can’t help but gape at her.

“H-Hi, Grace.” Stunned, I don’t object when she pulls me into a quick hug before taking a seat on the bar stool next to mine. “What are you doing here? Last time I checked, you weren’t a student at NYU.”

She smiles shyly and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, you’re right, but my parents are alumni and they were invited to the fundraiser, so I came with them and—“ she looks at her hands in her lap—“Riley might have mentioned you’d be here tonight, too, and I wanted to see you, you know, since it’s been a while since we last spoke. I’m sorry if that’s too forward, I just, I like you and if you’re up for it maybe we could get to know each other a little better?”

Of course Riley told her I’d be here, and I bet Grace is the reason she invited me to come along in the first place.

Little shit.

I want to be mad because I told her not to play matchmaker, but the way Grace smiles nervously when she looks back up makes me drop all my defenses. It’s honestly very endearing that she was so eager to see me again and even though I’m not looking for a relationship, getting to know her won’t hurt anybody and it will help take my mind off of Kate.

So, I smile and signal for the bartender to come over. “Alright then, but I must warn you, I’m not looking for anything romantic at the moment, so this is strictly platonic, okay?”

Grace’s eyes widen and she nods eagerly. “Oh, yes, of course, that’s fine. I just want to get to know you a little better.”

My smile brightens. “Great then. What would you like to drink?”

Time with Grace goes by in a blur, and before we know it, it’s nearing midnight and the fundraiser is coming to an end.

We’re both a little tipsy, and I can honestly admit that the night took a turn for the better when Grace decided to sit with me. She’s funny and quick witted, and I see myself being friends with her in the future.

Riley already went home a while ago because she was feeling a little under the weather, and I just know I’m going to have to take care of her tomorrow, making her soups and bringing her cold medicine.

It’s fine though because she’s been there for me every day for the last couple of weeks, so the least I can do is deal with her runny nose and disgusting coughs.

“Do you guys want anything else to drink?” the bartender asks when he approaches Grace and me with a polite smile, interrupting our giggles. “Because if not, I’ll go ahead and start closing the bar.”

I glance at Grace. Her eyes are glassy and her face is slightly flushed because of the almost two bottles of wine we shared. “No, I think we’re done, right?”

She eyes our empty glasses before nodding. “Yes, thank you.”

The bartender smiles again and gets to work on cleaning the bar.

“So,” Grace says, turning her attention back to me. “Where were we. I know it’s getting late, but I kind of don’t want this night to end yet.”

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and I’m about to agree, but then someone bumps into me from behind, spilling their cold and sticky drink down my neck.

“Ah!” I squirm and spin around, my eyes widening when they land on who bumped into me.

Kate.

I didn’t think she’d be here, but her mom helped organize and fund tonight, so I’m not surprised.

“S-Sorry,” she slurs, slumping against the bar. She reeks of alcohol and her blue eyes dart around, unfocused, until they land on me. That’s when realization hits and she straightens up immediately, swaying on her feet. “Y/N. . .Shit! I-I’m so sorry!”

I would scowl and snap at her for spilling her drink all over me, but she seems to be really out of it, so I don’t. “It’s—uh— it’s okay,” I say awkwardly.

Grace hands me a napkin from the bar and I take it with a thankful smile, getting as much of the champagne off my neck.

“I’m really s-sorry,” Kate slurs again. She steps forward and reaches up as if to help me clean up, but then she trips over her own feet and bumps into me again.

“Woah, careful,” I warn, catching her just in time before she hits her head on the edge of the bar.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, holding onto my arm around her waist. “I’m so sorry.”

She sounds close to tears and I hate how it makes sympathy tug on my insides. She’s obviously not just talking about spilling her drink, and under any other circumstances I would’ve shut her down immediately. Not now though. She’s vulnerable and hurting, and even after everything she’s done, I just can’t bring myself to push her away.

“It’s okay, Kate. It’s fine.” I glance at Grace who’s watching us with an understanding look.

She’s not dumb. She knows something’s up and instead of getting jealous or asking questions she just sobers up and asks, “Do you want me to call a cab so you can take her home?”

I want to say no because Kate getting home safe is not my responsibility, but then again, if this was anyone else, I’d help them. Also, neither her friends nor her mom are around, so I agree. “Yes, please. That would be very kind,” I say lowly, adding, “I’m really sorry. This is not how I thought the night would end.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Grace smiles sympathetically and excuses herself to go make a call.

“She”—Kate hiccups and leans against me— “seems nice.”

“She is. Now come on, let’s get you home.” I get off the barstool and tighten my arm around her to make sure she doesn’t stumble again. She reeks of alcohol, but her perfume still makes my head spin, and the feeling of her hands on my arm makes my skin tingle.

I hate feeling like this. I wish I could just tell my body to stop reacting like this. She has this unexplainable grip on my heart even though we only went out like four times, and I don’t know how to stop it.

I should hate her, but I can’t. After seeing her in class yesterday, I’ve come to realize she’s hurting too. She’s no longer hanging out with Greer and Franny, she’s getting horrible grades lately and from what I’ve heard she’s no longer going to her fencing classes.

Now, I know most people wouldn’t bat an eye at that. They’d say she deserves it and move on, but that’s not how my parents raised me. Especially not my dad. He taught me that people make mistakes and even though some things are unforgivable, life is too short to spend your time holding a grudge. I know he’d also chastise me right now if I just walked away and left Kate alone, drunk and confused, so I push what she did to the back of my mind and focus on making sure she gets home safe.

“Where’s your mom?” I ask, taking my jacket from the back of the barstool.

Kate shifts slightly in my hold to look at me with her glassy blue eyes. “Left earlier,” she mumbles with furrowed eyebrows. “Why are you being so nice? Why are you helping me? You should— You should hate me.”

I sigh and put my jacket around her shoulders before guiding her to the exit of the venue. It’s cold outside and I don’t want to risk her getting sick in just a dress. “I don’t hate you, Kate.“

“But you should. It’s like you said, I’m selfish and cruel,” she says, trying to get away from me, but I pull her back by wrapping my arm around her waist again.

“That’s. . . not true,” I admit. I’ve come to realize that what I said to her before I stormed was a little too over the top. I was just so hurt and fired up by what I found out that that was the first thing that came to mind. “You’re neither of those things, and I’m sorry I made you believe that. You made a mistake, and you hurt me, really badly, but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”

Kate stops abruptly, making me stop as well, and looks at me with wide eyes. Her bottom lip is quivering and it looks like she’s about to break down in tears. “I don’t— I don’t know what to say, Y/N. I just know that if I could go back in time and undo what I did, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I—“

“Stop,” I interrupt softly when I see Grace approaching us with her phone and jacket in hand. “Let’s not talk about this right now. You’re drunk and I want you to be sober if we’re going to have this conversation.”

“You want to hear me out?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing. There’s a spark of hope in her eyes, but it looks like she’s trying not to get too excited about it.

A week ago, I would have never even entertained the thought, but it’s all getting kind of old and I hate to see Kate so down in the dumps. After all, I still have some feelings for her, and even if we never get to be friends again (much less more than that), I want to clear the air between us.

“Yes, but not now,” I say just as Grace steps up to us. Kate blinks back a few tears and lets out a shaky breath, gripping my jacket around her shoulders.

“Cab’s waiting outside,” Grace informs us, smiling softly before addressing me. “I guess I’ll see you around then?“

I nod. “Of course. Tell Riley to give you my number so we can stay in contact.”

Grace smiles and even though it’s less bright than it was all night, it’s still genuine. “Alright. Good night.”

“Good night, Grace.” I smile as well, and squeeze her forearm when Kate and I move past her to go outside.

The cab Grace mentioned is idling right by the door, and after confirming the ride with the driver, I help Kate into the back seat.

She thanks me quietly and leans her head against the window, staying quiet the entire ride until we make it to her apartment building.

I pay the driver and get out, helping her out as well before taking her inside.

“Okay, here we go,” I say, letting her fall onto her bed. “Is it okay if I take your shoes off?”

Kate mumbles a ‘Yes’ into the pillow and I crouch down to take off her heels, placing them on the floor next to the bed before getting back up. Then I pull the comforter out from underneath her and drape it over her, making sure she’s covered properly.

“Do you need anything else?” I ask when she closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath.

“No,” she whispers. “Thank you for taking me home.”

I pat her leg over the covers and step back. “You’re welcome. Now get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

She hums and not even a second later, she’s fast asleep.

“Y/NNNN,” Riley whines which makes me smile and roll my eyes.

“I’m coming, you big baby.” I push open her door with my elbow and enter her room. The cup of tea and bowl of soup on the tray I’m carrying sway a little, but I manage not to spill anything as I carry it over to the bed and set it down on Riley’s lap.

Like I predicted, I’ve been roped into taking care of her because she’s sick, but I’m really not complaining.

I did give her a bit of a talking to earlier though because of the whole fundraiser-Garce-meddling thing, but that was short lived since she apologized profusely before breaking out in a fit of coughs.

“Thank you,” she says, picking up the tea and taking a careful sip with her eyes closed. “You’re a lifesaver.”

I sit down on the edge of the bed and smirk. “I know.”

Riley scoffs which makes her cough slightly before taking another sip of tea.

She doesn’t have a fever, but she’s sluggish as hell and coughs and sneezes every few minutes. She’s also a little pale, but that’s to be expected.

I’m honestly a little surprised I’m not sick because unlike her, I haven’t been talking care of myself properly lately. I went for runs when it was cold and raining, I barely ate, and my sleep schedule has been basically nonexistent.

If anyone should be sick, it should be me, but no. Riley caught it and I can’t help but think it’s some kind of karma because she meddled in my life even though I told her not to.

Speaking of meddling. . .

“So, how did it go with Grace?” she asks, hiding a sly smile behind her mug.

I raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“What?” She tries to sound innocent, but her voice is unnaturally high. “I’m just asking.“

“Sure you are.” I deadpan and smack her thigh. “You set us up, you little shit.”

Riley shrugs and busies herself with the soup I made. “Well, did it work?”

“No. She’s nice and I want to be her friend, but that’s all we’ll ever be,” I explain, watching as Riley blows on a spoonful of soup.

“Hmm. Alright then. Did anything else happen after I left?” she asks and even though she sounds nonchalant, I know she knows something because otherwise she wouldn’t ask. I honestly don’t know why she always thinks she so slick with it.

I level her with a bored look. Not answering isn’t an option because she’ll just keep pestering me about it, so I just go ahead and tell her what happened with Kate.

“She spilled her drink on you?!” Riley shrieks once I’m done. “Do you think she did it on purpose so you’d talk to her?”

I shake my head and run my hand through my hair. “No. Definitely not. She was really out of it. I doubt she coulf have done it on purpose even if she tried.”

“Okay, but what does that mean now? You’re going to talk?” she asks, slurping some soup off her spoon.

“Mhmm.” I get back to my feet when I hear my phone ringing in the kitchen. “We’ll see what happens after.”

Riley nods in approval and says, “Good,” before shooing me out of her room.

I hurry into the kitchen and sigh inwardly when I see that it’s Kate who’s calling. I mean, I told her we’d talk today, but it’s barely noon and I wasn’t expecting her to call this early.

Let’s just get this over with.

I pick up my phone and answer the call. “Hey, Kate.”

“Alright, you wanted to talk, so. . . talk,” I say the moment Kate opens her front door.

When she called me half an hour ago, she thanked me once again for taking her home before timidly asking me to come over so we could talk.

Now, she looks taken aback by my directness and swallows nervously. She nods though and gestures for me to come in first.

There are dark bags under her eyes and she looks a little hungover, but I can tell she’s made an effort to look nice.

She’s not wearing anything fancy, but she smells freshly showered and has her hair in a high ponytail. The purple sweater she’s wearing fits her perfectly and her washed out jeans look comfy and stylish at the same time.

“Uh, do you want anything to drink? Maybe some coffee? Or tea?” she asks politely as I take off my shoes and jacket.

I can tell she’s scared of me just turning on the spot and leaving again, so I agree to a cup of tea and follow her into the kitchen. The tension between us is so thick, you can almost cut it with a knife since neither one of us is saying anything and I just want to get this over with as soon as possible.

“So, first,” Kate starts once we’re sat at her table, “I want to start this by saying I’m sorry again. What I did— I mean—What happened it-it was never my intention to hurt you, but I did, and for that I’m truly sorry.”

I stare at my steaming mug and run my finger along the handle. She’s obviously not done talking, so I stay quiet, listening to her take a shaky breath before continuing.

“The bet— It wasn’t my idea. . .“

I want to scowl and tell her that she still took part in it, but I promised myself I’d let her speak, so I stay quiet.

“Greer and Franny made it because, well”— I look up and see a faint blush creep into her cheeks—“I’ve had my eyes on you since orientation a year ago. You were kind to everyone, but so shy and reserved it bordered on unapproachable. I wanted to talk to you and get to know you, but I never knew how. I took several classes just because you were in them, but I still couldn’t get myself to talk to you unless we were in a group for a project together.”

My stomach flips involuntarily at the revelation that she took up some classes just for me. I had no idea she liked me all this time. She never said anything, but I guess I can’t fault her for assuming I don’t want to be approached since I know I’m reserved and introverted.

I leave campus as soon as class ends and never stick around for small talk whether it’s with a professor or some other students. Not because I don’t want to though, but because I get really awkward sometimes and that makes me anxious which is why I tend to avoid interacting with strangers.

“I constantly talked about you with Greer and Franny and they tried to get me to just approach you, but I was scared. That lead to relentless teasing for months on end until a couple of weeks ago. We’d just gotten out of class and Greed and Franny saw how I watched you make your way to the library. They teased me until I couldn’t take it anymore and I just snapped.”

I know where she’s going with this and I hate how the hurt she’s caused slowly makes way for sympathy and understanding.

“They teased and teased, until I snapped and told them to just drop it. . . They didn’t though and started betting on whether I would ever ask you out.” She takes a deep breath and clutches the mug between her hands until her knuckles turn white. “It made me so mad because this was you we were talking about. . . I just— I wanted to make them stop and prove them wrong—That I would ask you out eventually! But that just spurred them on further and before I knew it, I was roped into the bet.”

She dares to look up and the regret shining in her blue eyes makes me feel bad for her. It doesn’t change the fact that she did what she did, but it’s a start and I want her to keep talking.

“I know that I should’ve never agreed to it, but I did and I can’t go back now and change it, no matter how much I want to. I should have asked you out just for the sake of it, and not because of some bet, but I know that without it, I never would have had the courage to actually do it.”

I find myself smiling sadly. I understand where she’s coming from because I’m no stranger when it comes to troubles talking to people. Yes, it’s messed up that she asked me out the way she did, but now I know that even without the bet, she wanted to get to know me. As fucked up as it sounds, it gave her the courage to talk to me and I know that if it weren’t for the bet, we’d still be strangers right now and Kate would still be pining after me in silence.

“When you said yes,” she continues, her voice cracking, “I couldn’t believe it. Talking to you was so. . . easy. You were so sweet and it made me sick knowing that I could have just asked you out without the bet. I felt— I felt so incredibly guilty, I almost blew the whole thing off right then and there because you deserved so much better, but at that point I’d wanted to ask you out for so long, that I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth.” She wipes away a tear and sniffles slightly. “After all, I did want to get to know you, and I though I could just forget about the bet and go out with you for real, but Greer and Franny just kept adding to it and I didn’t know how to stop it without telling you the truth.”

I let out a shuddering breath and place my hands flat on the table. “And then I found out,” I say.

“And then you found out.” Kate nods and sniffles again. “The look on your face that night— It broke my heart and I realized I’d made a huge mistake. I knew all along what I was doing was wrong, but when you found out, I just— I wished I’d never agreed to the bet. I wished I’d just left you alone. That way you would’ve never looked at me the way you did. You would’ve never been hurt. I— I never meant to hurt you. I swear I—“

“I know.” I wipe at my own tears and push my untouched tea to the center of the table. “I believe you, but I” — my voice cracks and I clear my throat—“I need some time to process all of this.”

Kate’s chin quivers, but she doesn’t cry. “I understand,” she whispers, standing up as well when I get to my feet.

I thought I was ready to talk, and I definitely appreciate the insight into why Kate acted the way she did, but it’s reopened some wounds and I need some time to process it.

I go to the door and put my shoes and jacket back on, feeling Kate watching my every move. Until I’m done though, I don’t look at her, but when I finally do, I can tell she’s trying her best not to break down crying.

“I’ll call you, okay?” I say quietly. I don’t want her to think I’m just turning my back on her again because I’m not. It’s like I said, I have a lot of thinking to do, and I can’t do it while she’s around.

“Okay,” she whispers and the way her voice wavers makes me want to pull her into a hug.

I don’t though, obviously, and open the door with a thin lipped smile. “Bye.”

Kate can’t bring herself to return the smile, so she simply raises a hand in goodbye with her head hung low. “Bye, Y/N.”

4 months later. . .

As soon as Kate exits the locker room and her eyes land on me, she drops her bag and runs to me.

“You won!” I exclaim when she jumps into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. Riley, Greer and Franny take a step back to give us some space while everyone else either watches us fondly or just passes by without a second glance.

“I did!” she giggles and beams before leaning down and pecking my lips a couple of times.

Smiling into the kisses, I tighten my grip on her legs. “I’m so proud of you,” I whisper against her lips.

Kate leans back a little and brushes her thumbs over my cheeks. A bashful smile is pulling at her lips and she leans down to kiss me once more. “Thank you.”

She just won the national fencing championship and I couldn’t be prouder.

After our talk four months ago, we slowly started to reconnect. It started with her bringing me coffee and handing me paper roses with little notes attached to them until I eventually couldn’t take it anymore and just asked her out.

She still apologizes for what happened sometimes, but I’ve moved on and I keep reassuring her that I’m no longer hung up on it.

It took a little longer for Riley to forgive her too because she’s very protective over me, but she eventually came around too and the two of them get along great now.

Kate also made up with Greer and Franny since she cut them off out of guilt after I found out about the bet, and they even, for good measure also apologize to me for what happened.

Grace has also become a good friend of mine and we hang out from time to time. She admitted recently that she used to be interested in dating me, but then quickly dropped it when she realized I’d never fully be hers after she saw the way I looked at Kate at the fundraiser. I didn’t know I looked at Kate a certain way that night, but apparently I did which just goes to show I was smitten with her all along even though she made a mistake and hurt me.

Kate kisses me one more time before unwrapping her legs from around my waist and sliding down my body until she’s standing on her own two feet. She’s grinning like a kid in a candy store and when she grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers I feel the same giddiness wash over me.

“Great, now that you’re done sucking faces, how about we go out and celebrate?” Riley asks, returning to our side with Kate’s bag in her hand.

My cheeks turn red at her choice of words, but Kate owns it and stands up straighter, taking the bag from Riley with a thankful nod. “Absolutely. What did you have in mind?”

Greer and Franny also join us with smiles. “Pizza?” They say in unison and everyone agrees.

Kate’s medal glints in the sun outside of the venue on our way to the car and I can’t help but press a kiss to her temple as we walk to my car.

I’m so proud of her and no matter what happens in the future, I know nothing as trivial as a stupid bet will ever come between us again.

“You okay?” she asks with a slightly confused smile, her eyes sparkling with adoration as she looks at me.

I squeeze her hand in mine and nod, feeling my heart flutter at the way she looks at me. “Never been better, Darling.”

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Phew! The last part is finally done. I’m so sorry for the long wait. For some reason it was incredibly difficult to write this last part. I also didn’t want to post just anything after the story got so much love.

I hope you guys are happy with how things turned out.

Love you all!

- Soph

(Not proofread yet)

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[foreingersgod]

Can you write a CC x country reader that has a heavy accent, like Texas or smth and how it makes people react to it?

this is such a cute idea, i decided to put my own little twist on it so i hope you like it!

Texas Twang . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: you were born and raised on a texas farm, eventually moving away for college where you met caitlin. here’s a list of 5 times she’s fallen in love with you and your accent

A/N: #5 is a wee bit spicy (trying to feed ya’ll as per request) so please skip it if you’re uncomfortable with that!

also i got these sayings off of google cause i dont know any texas slang or how to convey the reader having an accent so sorry if they’re literally not real 😭

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1. when you first met

you were panicked, running around your small room trying to find your stupid fucking phone. you were already running 5 minutes behind, the clock on the wall told you, but you wouldn’t be able to find your first class of the morning regardless if you didn’t find your phone. checking under your heap of blankets, in the drawers of your desk, and even in your laundry basket, you found nothing.

then, after throwing every book out of your backpack as a last resort, you saw it laying below discarded orientation papers and sticky notes. with a sigh of relief, you snatched your phone and sprinted out of your building.

you were running at full speed, which was a little embarrassing considering every one else on campus was just walking normally. but you were extremely behind and would be so mad if you were late to your first class at this school. so you continued to weave through people. you dodged campaigners, sped through large groups on the lawns, probably knocking down a few people in the process.

your sprinting seemed to pay off when you noticed the building up ahead. you glanced at the time, seeing you still had a few minutes to make it if you really hurried. your legs ached as you continued to speed walk past bypassers.

then, without notice, you ran right into someone passing by. the force of your impact causing the both of you to fall to the ground in the middle of the quad. if you weren’t late already, you surely would have been now.

“shit” you heard the other person cuss under their breath. you looked up, still planted on the ground, to the person in front of you.

she was an insanely attractive woman. lean, about 6 foot, muscular, just your type you might add. she was pushing herself off of the concrete side walk, brushing the gravel from her pants. you followed suit, standing up then apologizing profusely for running into her.

“oh my hell, i’m so sorry” you exclaimed “i was goin’ way too fast, i apologize”

she gave you a crooked smile, shaking her head.

“no you’re ok, it happens, i should’ve been paying attention”

“no, really ‘s my bad”

her face twisted ever so slightly as you talked “you’re not from around here are you?” she blurted “sorry, that’s completely irrelevant, i just noticed the accent”

you laughed, this wasn’t the first time someone was confused by the heaviness of your accent “it’s fine, i don’t mind. yea, no i’m from a small town in texas, i moved up here for college recently”

“oh really? that’s cool” she smiled, extending her hand to you “well, i’m caitlin by the way”

“i’m YN” you returned her handshake “ ‘s so nice to meet you, but i’m runnin’ late for class”

“wait” she stopped you before you ran past her “do you think i could grab your number, maybe i could take you out sometime?”

you were all smiles “i’d like that, i’d like that very much”

2. your first argument

you don’t even know how it started. all you knew is that some girl was getting flirty at the bar and, according to your girlfriend, you were letting her seduce you. this was obviously not true. you and caitlin hadn’t been dating that long, but it has going really well and she’s incredibly important to you. important enough that you wouldn’t just be flirting with other women at the bar.

nonetheless, you were being dragged out of the bar. caitlin was oozing jealousy as you headed back to your place for the night.

“she was all over you, YN” caitlin sneered, following you into your apartment and slamming the door.

“oh my god, she wasn’t!” you rolled your eyes “good lord, arguing with you ‘s like tryna piss up a god damn rope”

“what?”

“what do you mean what?” your accent was thick, rolling off your tongue.

“what the hell does ‘pissing up a rope’ mean?” she looked at you confused, dropping the girl from the bar entirely.

you looked at her equally confused “you don’t say that here?”

“uh no, i think that’s a you thing” she said “your texas slang is distracting me and it’s making it very hard to be mad at you right now”

you chuckled, kissing her cheek “ ‘s just my southern charm, baby”

3. when you sing in the car

caitlin hated country music for the most part. but when you came along, you made it your duty to get her to enjoy it at least a little bit. she had never been subjected to small farm country music and to you, that was a sin.

so you’d play it for her on occasion, if she let you. and surprisingly it was pretty often. she would never tell you, but she only put up with country music just to hear you sing it. she was completely mesmerized by the way your accent mixed with the tune of the songs.

one day you were in the car together, on the way home from a get together with friends. it was a warm summer evening, sun on the brink of setting causing the sky to glow shades of orange and pink. cait was driving, per usual, you being her honorary passenger princess. she rolled down all the windows for you (even the sunroof) just how you liked it. you loved feeling the hot summer breeze blow through your hair with the radio turned all the way up.

“you follow me, and lead me on..” you hummed lightly, ‘all your’n by tyler childers sounding through the car radio.

she snuck glances at you as she drove down the empty street, watching how you let your arms hang out with window and let the wind fan over your face.

“so ill love you till my lungs give out” you closed your eyes, lost in the moment “i ain’t lying’”

caitlin so desperately wanted to pull over and listen to you sing all night long. your voice was like a gift from the gods. the way your accent slurred with each word had her melting in the drivers seat.

“i’m all your’n” you looked over to caitlin, smiling “ ‘n you’re all mine”

she smiled back, reaching across the console and resting her hand on your thigh.

she let you play your music the rest of the way home, just wanting to listen to you sing for a little bit longer.

4. when you met her family

you had waited months to meet caitlin’s family. no really, families were your thing. growing up in texas, it was common to be in or surrounded by a big family. and you knew big families more than anyone else, having 9 siblings, you being the middle child. it was a setting you thrived it and you tended to get along with people pretty well.

caitlin was hesitant to introduce you, she was freshly out of the closet and had never brought a girl home before. but this thanksgiving, she thought it was the perfect time to introduce you.

“so, YN” caitlin’s mother asked from across the table. “i’m sure you’re not used to such a small family, caitlin told me you come from quite the family tree?”

caitlin’s hand found your knee under the table, squeezing it lightly for comfort.

“oh yea,” you chuckled “my mama had a whole litter with 9 ‘a us. it was always crazy around the house, with 5 brothers n 3 sisters. and my daddy wasn’t around to help out off’n, but that’s a whole ‘nutter can a worms”

the way her family reacted to your voice made caitlin laugh under her breath, watching how they slowly dissected your sentence trying to make out the words from beneath the accent. she thought it was cute, lucky to have such a unique and special girl.

even the way you interacted with her younger cousins had her fawning over you, you were just so sweet and gentle.

“hiya, sweetie” you smiled as caitlin’s baby cousin accidentally fell into you “took a bit of a spill there didn’t ‘cha?”

you were the perfect picture of a warm welcome, full of beauty and grace and kindness. caitlin knew, from this moment, you’d be in her life forever.

SPICE AHEAD

5. during sex

she’d be lying if she said that damned accent didn’t get her riled up. because truly, it had her wet the second you started talking.

when she would have you pressed up against the wall, one leg wrapped around her torso as she kissed down your collarbone and onto your cleavage. the way you would moan “oh darlin’” oh so sweetly in her ear had her going crazy.

the rare instances in which you would take the lead in bed, watching as you crawled atop of her, stripping her bare. how you would hook your fingers under her underwear, tugging them down her long and toned legs. she was already bucking her hips into nothing. then you’d fasten your arms under her thighs, pulling them apart to place delicate kisses along the insides of her legs.

you’d tease her a bit more before dropping your head low, hot breath fanning against her glistening cunt. she bit her lip, trying to suppress moans of pleasure, and you had hardly touched her yet. you took your time with her, tongue dragging deliciously against her, savoring the taste.

“well you’re just sweeter than cherry pie, aren’t ‘cha baby” you’d praise, having her arching under your touch. with that, she couldn’t hold her moans any longer, completely coming undone as you continued to treasure every inch of her body.

you were going to be the death of her. 

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A/N: alright guys i tried to make it a little spicier, so feedback is much appreciated cause i honestly feel like it sucked lol

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Las Vegas 2023

-This whole race was on YouTube!!

-Saw Logan in the intro and immediately lost it

-It feels so weird watching this in such clear definition

-“This town has waited 40 years for the pinnacle of Motorsport to return” On a Saturday night??

-Such a unique track shape fr

-Yuki P20?!??!

-Ohmygod, why are the McLaren in the back of the grid

-I’m going to cry, Logan p6

-Someone take me back to 2023 and make me watch this qualifying live

-“It is the childhood rivalry at the front of the field”

-So many celebrities in the garages

-Oooh the Alpha Tauri livery and the Ferrari rear wing! Hope those designers got a raise

-Ohmygod not even a second in and they’re both off the track

-I just watched Logan lose a place and make it back up, I’m never recovering from this

-VSC and everyone in the pits

-“Max I think we’re happy to say that you were ahead when you went off the track, happy to stay there” “Of course I was ahead” Confidence is so sexy

-“This needs to be addressed now. It is a joke if he keeps the position.” The rivalry is rivalry-ing

-Damn Yuki! P11!

-Oh shit Lando! That was so sudden! He must have hit that barrier really hard

-Ah yeah and looking at that replay? I wonder if he was injured

-Why do all the cars look so shiny

-Why wouldn’t the sphere just be showing live race results instead of the usual adverts?

-I love when all the cars zig zag behind the safety car, so cute

-“The question is, how early will Max bolt” “…And he’s gone already”

-Oh wow that overtake by Oscar?

-Feels like a lifetime ago, the last time I saw Carlos and Fernando fighting it out

-“Definitely looks like he’s on a rush on to get out of here” lol Max’ hate for Vegas is so real

-“Let’s go Lewis!” I say, five seconds before I realize the person he’s gone past is Yuki

-Five second penalty

-Why didn’t I start watching races last year? It’s not like I had anything else to obsess over then

-“Yeah that’s fine, send them my regards” Cold

-Ocon! Come on man, why’d you do that to Kevin

-Okay can’t even be mad about Oscar doing it too cause that was extremely cool

-Yes Kevin! He got back!

-And he’s lost it again

-Not Yuki falling back to last place

-“Carlos Sainz facing up against his childhood hero” It’s the race for childhood lores

-“Our first Saturday Grand Prix since 1985” Why??

-Seeing Logan and Zhou in the top 12. I am so extremely gutted to have not witnessed this live

-So many things happening everywhere in the track but all I can focus on is Logan in p6 and praying that he doesn’t fall too far back when he stops for tires

-Seeing Checo make up so many places also is making me feel a lot of feelings

-Don’t like seeing Daniel so far down :/

-Ocon! Come on not again! And on Logan?!

-Although…seeing Logan and Oscar right behind each other is definitely adds to the race of childhood lores

-Oh god can Logan at least stay in the points, he got passed by like three cars

-Oh Mercedes trying an undercut?

-“He looks like he might get this done on track”

-“I don’t think this is Max managing, this is Max under pressure “

-Love when Charles goes for it! That was amazing!

-Ohmygod there’s so much happening, I forgot about the penalty, also so many people coming in to box at the same time, the leaderboard is all mixed up now

-Lewis has a puncture?

-“There’s just so much action happening in this Grand Prix it’s difficult to follow it” Exactly!

-Holy shit Zhou p7?!

-“Car’s not stopping, *****” Haha the way that bollard flew off??

-The recovery drive from Checo though??

-Somehow Logan and Oscar have ended up one after another again

-Checo p2!

-I wonder how drivers who aren’t typically up front feel about having the chance to be at front during a race. Are they like “holy shit how am I running alongside the top three teams right now?” “Do I really have a Mercedes in my mirrors??”

-“As the world champion is on the charge begind him”

-Woah the speed at which he went past George??

-“Max Verstappen has the fastest lap of the race. Do not count him out of this one” I don’t think anyone can

-It’s so funny to me that Lance is p2. It’s giving Germany 2019 before he lost it in the end

-“Sainz, Russel, Verstappen” Honestly amazing how Carlos made it up there

-George and Max going past all cars ahead of them together. It’s almost like George is making way for him

-Oh bloody hell I spoke too soon, they’ve made contact

-“There’s Charles Leclerc making the pass on Lance Stroll”

-Red Bull double stack? Ooh yes!

-“This is what happens in a street circuit, they either behave themselves cause they’re worried about chaos or you get action for every minute”

-“Piastri is up 14 places”

-Can I just say, this safety car is so diva

-“Charles Leclerc has a new Red Bull to fight this time”

-“He just turned in onto my wheel. I guess he didn’t expect me to pass him there” The nonchalant confidence is even better

-“Late, late, late in the breaks, and later still for Oscar Piastri” Is it an Australian thing do we think?

-So cool seeing all the cars bunched up so close together

-“This is the resurgence of Sergio Perez” Yes! Let’s go!

-Ohmygod Checo!!

-Oh they are showing the race results on the sphere!

-Ah the Alpine’s are fighting

-Charles stuck in a Red Bull sandwich

-“Max Verstappen looking to demoralize the ones ahead even further” That’s so funny wth

-Ohmygod Charles how does one even make that pass??!

-“This is a three horse race” funnn

-“That’s one of those passes where I’m coming through or there’s going to be a lot of debris” it’s giving I’m not taking my leg of the pedal until I see god or the checkered flag

-🎶 Max! Max! Super Max! 🎶

-“Charles going right who is it? In the mirrors? It’s the world champion”

-“Let’s work together here. We can get him”

-✨Rihanna✨ (my brain just went blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff)

-“Stay with him. Double tow here. We work together” Damn that goes so hard

-The way the Red Bulls just switched around. Didn’t actually think Max was going to make it there actually

-The commentators: “Sainz, further back in the pack”

Me who has forgotten about every car but the top three: “Who?”

-“Hunt them down George” Oh alright then

-The way Carlos, Fernando, and Lewis went past Alex right after George did, that has got to hurt

-Woah Charles?? That was so unfortunate

-That was such bad strategy on McLaren parts wasn’t it? Why not change his tires to the right ones earlier?

-Haas, when I find you Haas

-Yuki?? There were like two laps left! What happened??

-“Bieber’s got the flag, has Leclerc got the move” Ha

-“Help to tow him along, might be useful” “Ok I’ll try”

-Charles actually might make it back to P2…He’s done it!!

-“He’s pulled it off. As he does. Max Verstappen finds a way to win”

-“Yes, let’s go guys, that was quite fun out there. At least I had fun”

-🎶 Vivaa Las Vegas 🎶

-“ Into the pit lane Max, or should I call you Elvis?” Haha

-Post race drivers>> (especially Logan) (I’m going to conveniently forget he didn’t end up in the points)

-Them being so confused by the post race spectacle of it all is so amusing

-Maxplaining and Leclarifying in full bloom

-“We go straight to the nightclub. Skip everything. See you tomorrow evening…or not!” He thinks he’s so funny

-“It was a nice race actually” It really was

[rachetmath]

Emerald: Ruby? Weiss? May I talk to both of you for one minute?

Ruby: Emerald? You want to talk?

Emerald: Yes.

Weiss: With us?

Emerald: Yes. Do you both have the time or not?

Weiss: Um… sure.

Ruby: This is rare so I am curious about how this conversation will go.

Emerald: Okay, good. Now, if you don’t feel comfortable, we can drop this. Alright?

Ruby: Okay.

Weiss: Absolutely.

Emerald: Good. So… which one of you is going to give it up to Jaune?

Weiss: WHAT THE-

Ruby: WHEN DID WE GET TO THIS POINT?! WHEN?!

Emerald: I’m just saying. When are any of you going to give the man something for his efforts?

Weiss: There is no way this is happening. Especially not from you.

Ruby: *looks around*

Emerald: Ruby what are you doing?

Ruby: Checking for cameras and microphones at the very least. But mainly to see if Nora or Blake are hiding anywhere. This is something straight out of their book. 

Emerald: Look, I’m just asking a simple question. Now Ruby I understand considering-

Ruby: No. Stop.

Emerald: I mean-

Ruby: Shut up.

Emerald: Fine. But you Weiss, I don’t understand.

Weiss: Alright look. I somewhat am impressed with Jaune, but I don’t like him like that. We’re just friends.

Ruby: Yeah and so are we!

Emerald: So after everything he’s done for both of you, you don’t think of him as anything other than a friend?

Ruby and Weiss: Yes.

Emerald: Even though he helps both of you. Saves both of you. And kept both your sisters alive.

Ruby: Um…

Weiss: I mean… yeah.

Emerald: Mhmm. Disappointing.

Ruby: Excuse me?

Emerald: I’m just saying I met no one besides Hazel and Mercury who would go that far for me. If I were you girls I try to keep that around.

Weiss: What are you trying to say?

Me: Cinder and Neo may have had a point. You two don’t deserve shit. Ungrateful bitches.

Weiss: Look, Emerald, Ruby and I care about Jaune. Plus, you make it sound like we don’t stand a chance now to get with him.

Emerald: Because you don’t. Especially when you had Jessica ahead of you both.  And she’s not from this universe.

Ruby: How do you know about Jessica?

Emerald: Jaune told me and he didn’t skip the details. 

Ruby: … … um…

Emerald: And he’s older now.

Weiss: But not as mature.

Emerald: How so? I mean, he cares about others. And he’s responsible. How does that not count as being mature?

Weiss: Well he yelled at Ruby.

Emerald: Did he have a reason?

Ruby: He was always angry and frustrated.

Emerald: Again did he have a reason?

Ruby and Weiss: Yes.

Emerald: Okay, look, if you girls don’t want him fine. Just don’t be mad when another woman decides to claim him. 

Ruby: Pfft like who?

Emerald: I don’t know. Maybe just any girl willing to put up with him. Help him. And unlike Pyrrha would take any opportunity to seal the deal. Maybe Winter. Elm. Me. Harriet. Possibly any one better.

Ruby: Hold on what you say.

Emerald: I said what I said.

Weiss: Emerald, you are no older than us. 

Emerald: I mean I can wait and if it doesn’t work out I’ll find someone new. But again… what about you Schnee cause I believe your chances are slim.

Weiss: What? 

Emerald: Because you are basic.

Weiss: Basic? Oh, I will show you ‘basic’.

Ruby: No, Weiss. Calm down. No.

Weiss: Let me go, Ruby. 

Emerald: Well I am going to take my leave. Later losers.

Weiss: I KILL YOU!!

[andraxicated]

Pairings: blade x reader | jing yuan x reader Synopsis: After a tragedy that consumed two of his companions, the face that he secretly longed for unexpectedly appeared before him once again. But this time his heart is filled with hate. Tags: angst | stellaron hunter! reader | enemies to lovers | past tragedies a/n: can I say the stellaron hunters are the coolest faction ever. like its where badass bitches belong! | i'll release jing yuan's route some time later lmaoo i'm so bored i do shit like this | trying out my favs with fav/popular tropes while i still have the brain

During that time when Blade got caught by the Xianzhou, you felt like your heart leaped out of your chest as soon as you heard the news from Kafka, who was sporting a rather laid-back smile.

"What? Don't look at me like that. Bladie is going to be fine. He's a big guy now." she said while going through your own collection of coats, something you picked up while shopping with her and the guy that follows behind like a guard dog.

He always looked at you with a scowl when you were a new recruit. Simply speaking, if looks could kill, you'd be dead long before this unserious turn of events...where Kafka also got caught. Yet this time upon silently watching the fiasco from somewhere, you're not the least bit worried. How could you when the woman herself was smiling like a maniac as she was caught by the master diviner. You seriously think it's time for you to leave this group of wild lunatics who casually gets taken as prisoners.

As you sigh and leave, Kafka's voice suddenly rings in your ear.

"Be patient, Elio will talk to you soon about a very important mission."

A mission that entails "saving" her but unfortunately, Blade had escaped and is standing before you with the usual expression on his face. Sure, this guy probably carries a lot of baggage but you can't help but feel uncomfortable with him. Especially when a little fight occurs between the two of you about who gets to save Kafka.

"What are you doing? Elio tasked me with this. I met him!"

"..."

Then he suddenly takes off while you follow after him, taking down enemies behind like some kind of sidekick while he attempts to take the spotlight of appearing before the trailblazers. But of course, you don't let him. You remain firm in doing what Elio told you, glaring at Blade while holding off the pursuers together.

You roll your eyes as he acts a little goofy in your sight, acting all charismatic with his sword drawn and all that. You even failed to hold your laughter with the way he dove, quickly pulling out your phone to snap a photo of Blade, then sending it to Silver Wolf because you're too scared of the consequences if you dare send it to the group chat. Blade might actually kill you if that happens.

look at him, he looks so stupid

But unbeknownst to you, the general himself saw you that time, and for him, it seemed like everything stopped and faded into the background. Your swaying hair and glowing eyes were what stood out at first. But then—you also had a face that eerily resembled someone from his past.

It is now revealed to the Xianzhou that the Stellaron Hunters aren't threats. You had no reason to come back to the Luofu anymore, it's all up to their alliance on what to do with the problem they're currently facing. The Stellaron Hunters had done their part as Kafka had said, but before you could board the spacecraft, you suddenly voiced out your decision—or rather, Elio's decision for you.

It felt ridiculous, really, listening to someone and doing whatever they tell you like a dog. It didn't feel good to you but as soon as you landed in the Luofu, something pulled you to stay there just as Elio had said.

"I'm staying. You guys should go ahead."

Kafka turned to you with a little smile on her face, seemingly understanding the situation. But surprisingly, Blade stiffly turned and had an unreadable expression on his face. He seemed mad—his furrowed eyebrows were a clear indication.

"Why?!" he's a man of few words but this single question made his voice akin to a roar. Even Kafka turned and boarded the craft, leaving you and Blade alone.

"Why not? Elio told me." You lied, he never told you to stay. Yes, he had an influence with his persuading words. But naturally, you'll take this route to feed on your curiosity because it always feels like there are missing pieces inside you. "I'll be staying here and that's final. It's none of your concern." You said while crossing your arms and Blade's eyes squinted.

You saw that he has his fists clenched, veins popping out as you raised your brows, also getting mad at whatever show he was putting on.

"What is it to you? Can't the Stellaron Hunters function without me?" And when he doesn't reply, you just roll your eyes and waved to leave.

Blade watches you go farther and farther until you're a dot in his sight, just like the moment when you followed after the woman who made him suffer over and over again. Your cold lifeless eyes and your face lined with blood as you watched the life drain out of him will forever be a memory that haunts him.

You weren't one of them. But when he saw you once again in this lifetime, he decided...that you'll also have to pay the price.

[whohasthecards]

Just imagining, that in a scenario where Mav adopts Hangman or realizes that Jake is his son and takes him in. And it was rough at first as they get to know one another, the growing pains and all that, but they eventually found stability, strength, and love with one another.

But one day, Hangman did something that scared the shit out of Mav, that pissed him off so badly that he starts berating Hangman, shouting and all that. Hangman and the others have never seen Mav mad often, but Mav was just so terrified.

Jake just stands there jaw clenched, as he took it all. Scared that he fucked it up for good, putting his hands behind his back to make sure that Mav doesn't see them trembling.

Eventually Mav ends with a, "What can you say for yourself, Lieutenant Seresin!?"

And Jake opens and clenches his mouth shut, like a gaping fish, brow furrowed, but eyes looking straight forward, as if he was staring at nothing or at the wall behind Mav. Looking straight ahead, yet no where at the same time.

Everyone waits with baited breathe, waiting for Hangman to fight back, retort, or snap back with snarky comments because it's Hangman.

"I'm sorry, da-" Jake audibly snapped his jaw shut, wincing, "I'm sorry Captain Mitchell, it won't happen again." Jake paused, "I'm sorry." He said the added apology quietly, but it reverberated loudly throughout the room.

Mav took a deep breathe before dismissing all of them, leaving him in the empty classroom to collapse on his desk. Wondering if he had ruined the relationship with the son he just got. Thinking if he could have handled it better. Was his son scared of him, now?

Jake's limbs was heavy as he trudged back to his apartment. He was wracked with guilt, wondering why was he so abrasive, why did he always push, push, and push. Why did he fuck up so constantly. Why was he so Hangman and why couldn't he be better?

He went through the motions of cleaning himself up after he went home and curled up in bed to just, sleep the sadness away.

Mav lugged himself into Ice's office, where his husband was working on his desk and he moves behind his chair and wraps his arms around the man, burying is face in Ice's hair, as if to hide his shame.

"What's wrong, Mav?"

"I-I think I scared, Jake," Mav mumbled. "He couldn't even call me, dad."

Ice pulls the whole story out of Mav before he tries to comfort him saying that he and Jake will work things out. How fathers and sons always will have their ups and downs. Fathers are always scared that their sons will turn out too much like them, after all. Also, they are still captain and lieutenant, Jake was probably trying to keep rank.

The last part even Ice said hesitantly, Mav was never shy about letting his kids call him what they want. Neither was Jake.

"Oh god, I-I left him, Ice, I didn't talk to him, I--"

"Shh, maybe so, but you both needed some space, you can go to him, now, bring him home." Ice said, turning to pull Mav fully in his arms. "Everything will be fine."

Mav ends up outside of Jake's housing. Ice waiting in the car, he knocks. No answer. He knocks again. No answer. He gets worried, checking back to see if Jake's car really was there. He grabs a spare key and opens the door, the apartment eerily quiet.

He never notice how bare the apartment really was, Jake always took a lot of space.

His boots were there, though, so were his car and house keys.

He walked into his son's bedroom, softening at the sight of him curled up in bed. He moved closer sitting on the edge as he ran a hand through his son's hair, frowning at the warmth emanating from the boy's forehead. Although, he did see the boy's face softened.

Jake's eyes fluttered open, blearily peering up at him, "Dad?" He asked softly tugging at Mav's heart, inspiring him to lean down and kiss his forehead.

My son.

"Hey kiddo, you good?"

Jake blinked up at the soft kiss, before the day's events came rushing back to him, "Sir I--"

"You never have to call me, sir, okay? It's fine if you don't want to call me dad," Mav said, choking out the last part. "But, you'll always be my son, even when I'm mad, or even if you are mad, you will always be my son, unless you never want to be again."

Jake stared up, suddenly fully awake before jolting up and quickly wrapping Mav in a tight hug. The angle was awkward, but Mav didn't care. His son was in his arms.

Mav tightened his hold around his boy, cradling his head on the crook of his shoulder. Hushing him softly.

"I'm sorry, dad," Jake muttered.

"It'll be okay, we're okay," Mav muttered, holding his son a bit more tighter.

[papermint-airplane]

WARNING: HUGE RANT AHEAD

As per the request from @nectar-cellar:

Oh boy prepare yourself for a foul-mouthed rant because I am MAD!!!! 😠😠😠😠 Not at you, NC. I love you. You can do no wrong in my eyes. 😘

No I am mad at this STUPID FUCKING SIM holy shit

OK FIRST OF ALL

He started life like THIS

What I can only describe as "Disney's Aladdin visits a dude ranch". Yes, I know I have used that exact outfit (minus the boots) for Roman before, shut up, you're not here to expose my hypocrisy, you're here to suffer with me because OH BOY DID I SUFFER.

Ok so he turned out like this. Not bad, you say? No. Bad. Very bad.

I SPENT TWO AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS ON THIS STUPID MOTHERFUCKER AND THERE'S STILL SOMETHING OFF ABOUT HIS FACE AND I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT AND I PUT CONTOURING MAKEUP ON HIS FACE AND YOU CAN BARELY SEE IT BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON, THIS SKINTONE IS IMPOSSIBLE TO COLOR MATCH TONIGHT AND I DON'T KNOW WHY BECAUSE I'M USUALLY GREAT AT COLOR MATCHING FUCK THIS GUY

Yeah so I got him in Live Mode and there is just something about him that is pissing me right the fuck off and I don't know what it is. Is it the eyes? Are the eyes too big? Jaw too square? I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF!!!!!!!!!! I really feel like the eyes are too big but I kept shrinking his eyes until he literally looked like this .👄. and it still didn't help.

I went in and out of CAS at least 7 times and I can't figure out what's off and I can't fix it and I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM

"Who's made of pixels and sucks ass? This guy!"

"Don't you just love me?"

NO I WANT TO HIT YOU WITH A BUS

I know that making masc men is a challenge for me. This is not new information. It's been a problem for 20 years, it'll be a problem for 20 more. I know what I find attractive in a man, I just don't know what looks good on a Sim. Know what I mean? No? Stop being difficult, you know exactly what I mean.

I also tried using NC's new torso and oh boy that was an adventure because the torso is fire and his face is A FUCKING DISASTER. There is something about his head and his torso that are incongruous with each other and I don't. know. what. it. is. It's driving me crazy. No correction, it has DRIVEN me crazy, past tense. I am crazy now and this fucker is why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK AT THIS PIECE OF SHIT WHY DOESN'T HIS HEAD FIT WHAT DID I DO WRONG

I even expanded my slider multiples so I could fine tune things thinking that would help but no I think it made everything worse ESPECIALLY MY MENTAL HEALTH

I hate him. I HAAAAAAAAATEEE HIIIIIIIIIM

So by now you're like "Laura there's nothing wrong with him, Laura you're taking this too seriously, Laura he's fine" and I know. I KNOW! I STILL HATE HIM

And you're god dang right I put that fucker on a pole. If I get community labeled because of this shit heap, I'm gonna lose my shitting mind.

Literally fuck you, I hate you so much. I didn't even give you a name. Do you know what your name is? "Stupid asshole who won't behave" that's what your name is.

I even threw Monica the Devil Girl in there hoping that would help. It didn't.

Know what the worst part is?

I enjoyed this. I mean yeah sure I hated the whole process and I hate the result and I hate this Sim and in a minute, I'm going to have an alien Sim land a meteor on top of his head, but there's something really cathartic about just unloading all of your vitriol on a Sim, you know? And it was definitely a challenge and definitely out of my comfort zone. I'll have to keep trying until I make a male Sim (other than Roman and Aiden) that I'm happy with.

This was a learning experience for sure.

Piece of shit.

[idontplaytrack]

New beginnings, new life, new love

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ Cadina)

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language, some descriptions of labour + delivery

Read other parts here! Cady and Regina welcome their baby boy.

“Hey, Reg.” You stepped into the kitchen to see Regina by the stove, making breakfast, “Where’s Cady?”

“Hi, baby.” She smiled slightly, “Cady went to work early. I woke up late, didn’t wanna wake you.” 

“Oh, right. I forgot.” You replied, “You could’ve woke me, I wouldn’t have minded.”

“It’s okay, this is perfectly manageable.” She assured, “I swear.”

“Alright.” You slid down into a chair at the dining table, watching her.

“How’d you sleep?” 

“Uh, okay, I guess.” You bit back a sigh. She turned around and walked over with two plates of french toast and fruit.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I’m not sure I want to dump more stuff on you that you need to worry about, Reg.”

“No, it’s okay. Talk to me.” Regina insists, handing you a knife and fork.

“Well, awhile ago I had this conversation with Janis where I told her I was anxious about our future— mine and hers. Seeing you and Cady going through with IVF and waiting and waiting to see if it worked, then the symptoms and stuff and — I just kind of got to thinking myself. Thinking if I want to go through that, or if I wanna have kids at all. It’s not that I want a way to conceive that’s a guarantee, but a part of my brain somehow convinced me that I’m gonna end up like Mom. There are so many possibilities that I’m scared, terrified even.”

“I get that.” Those were the first words that came out of her mouth, “I went through that same thought process before we eventually went ahead with IVF. But, I know I’m getting better and better, and I’ll do all I can to break the cycle.” 

“You asked me…last week if I wanted to be there, when it’s time but I don’t think I can do it.”

“I’m not going to make you be there, it’s okay.” Regina told you, “Okay? You’ve helped me more than enough as it is. Don’t stress about it anymore. I’m not mad.” 

You ate a forkful of french toast before saying, “Technically, I’ll be there…just outside.”

“And I appreciate that. Yeah?” 

Giving her a firm nod, Regina then quickly moved to a different topic of conversation. “Do you wanna hear names?” 

“Ooh, you haven’t told anyone else?” You let out a soft gasp.

“Nope. Just Cady.” Regina grins, taking a swig of water. 

“Fun.” You chuckled, looking at her in anticipation.

“We’ve narrowed it down to three.” She began, “Ashby Cole, Wyatt— just Wyatt. Then…Jace Kinsley.”

“Oh, I love Wyatt.” You remarked.

“I thought of that.” Regina laughs, “Ashby and Kinsley were Cady’s idea. But they’re cute, so I don’t mind them.”

Janis returns home first that evening, and you immediately ran into her arms when she walked through the door. “Hi, honey.” She smooches you on the cheek, then a few more times for good measure. You chuckle, “Hi.” Then, you kiss her back. 

“Hi, G.” 

Your sister flashes Janis a small smile before focusing her attention on the TV again. “I bought dinner. Thai food, for you.” She looked over at Regina. “Tacos for you, from El Cielo.” 

“Maybe later.” You sighed. Cady comes home at this moment.

“She has a migraine.” Regina just mentioned it oh-so-casually, you clicked your tongue in annoyance.

“What?” Regina squinted her eyes at you, “You can tell me that but I tell her and it’s suddenly a problem? It’s not like you’re gonna hide it.”

You yank your wrist away from Janis’ grip then left the living room, leaving Janis standing right there. “Geez.” Regina grumbled. Janis didn’t know what to do for a moment. “Shit.”

Regina sighs, “I really need to shut up, don’t I?”

“Regina— no, it’s just— you know what? I’ll be right back.” Janis decided to leave the living area too and went to look for you in the bedroom. Regina was fine, you on the other hand…not exactly.

“Hey, what was that?” She asked you.

“Nothing.” You shrugged, avoiding Janis’ eyes. “Just a headache.”

“I know that, but she’s just worried.”

“She didn’t have to tell you and bother you with it.” You continued staring out the window. “I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t get bothered by that. Never by anything that concerns you and the people I care about.” Janis shrugs, sitting down in the spot next to you. 

“I’m in a bit of a bad mood. My period just started— a whole week early.” You admitted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t have to pull my hand away like that.” 

“I get it. Everything hurts, it’s frustrating.” Janis answered, “You haven’t taken pain meds yet, I’m guessing?”

“Not yet, no. Just had to strip the sheets, wash it and clean the mattress because I somehow managed to stain it.” 

“I’m gonna grab you the Midol. Take it, then take a nap. If you can’t fall asleep, it’s okay. Just lie down and rest for a while.”

You didn’t say anything and just laid down on the freshly changed bed, until she returned with water and the meds. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” She says, watching you take the pill. You swallowed it with some water then set the water bottle down on your nightstand.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, if you need anything. we’re right outside.” She says before planting a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded silently, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. You closed your eyes, but were almost certain you wouldn't be able to get much restful sleep. Because ever since Hawai’i, your period symptoms started to include terrible nausea too and sometimes? That comes with throwing up. Though, yes, you were indeed craving for the tacos. 

After drifting in and out of sleep for awhile, the sound of the water in Janis’ shower hitting the floors was somehow making your stomach churn. Before you could even process it, you were running to the bathroom and bursting through the door— luckily, the door wasn’t locked. Well, there goes the pain meds.

“What the fuck—” Janis was shocked. “Are you okay?” 

“No, not really.” You scoffed, annoyed. “I think the migraine did this, or the bloat. Maybe both.” You rinsed out your mouth and just stood there staring in the mirror until Cady’s voice snapped you out of your daze. “y/n, do you want some ginger tea?”

“No, I can’t—” You sigh, “Do we still have those dried plums? Jan, the li hing mui.”

“We do. Dad got more.” Janis answered first. “There’s some in my purse. If not, the pantry.”

“Fuck, I just wanna sleep.” You groaned.

“I’m sorry.” Janis said over the shower curtain. “I’ll be out in a few minutes. Just sit for awhile, yeah?” 

“Fine.” You grumbled, leaving the bathroom with Cady. Regina hands you a container of the dried plums, “Thanks, Reg.” 

“Poor thing.”

You chuckled wryly, “Sure, Reg.” 

“Wow, I’ve met my match, huh.” She joked.

“You are so lucky.” You grumbled, “You don’t get all this during your period.” 

“Well, I believe I’ve definitely paid for it during pregnancy.” Regina shrugged, “Go lie down again.”

You scoff, “No way unless one of you wants to mop the floor if I spew whatever’s left inside my stomach.”

“But you’re sleepy.”

“I know that, Jan.” You look up at her and she grabs your hands. 

“C’mon.” She tugs on your hands, “Let’s go to our room.”

You whined, leaning forward and your head rests just below her chest. Janis rubs your back. “You want me to carry you?” She asks with a laugh. “Yes?” You answered hesitantly.

“I’m serious, you know.” She plants a kiss on the top of your head. “Come on, up we go.” 

“Oh, you are so still the same girl you were.” Regina commented, “Clingy, clingy, clingy.” 

“Okay, okay, okay.” You exhaled harshly, letting Janis carry you off the couch. Cady and Janis tried not to laugh but did anyway. Regina only raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I hope you’ll be able to get some rest, baby.”

“Don’t smirk at me.” You sneered.

Janis cackles, rubbing your back as the both of you retreated to the bedroom. 

“You’re gonna sleep.” Janis says, leading you to sit down on the bed with her.

“No.��� 

“I know what to do.” Janis shrugs, “Come on. Lay on me.” 

“Do you really think that would work?”

Janis squints, “Of course.We both know it always makes you sleepy, so…get on.” You obliged, kind of straddling her and having your head on her shoulder— the usual. 

After some time, Janis sets you down in bed and leaves the room. She hangs around the living area with your sister and Cady, having dinner together. “Everything is packed, right?”

“With her? Of course. It’s been ready for at least a month. She’s so scared.” 

“Scared?” The redhead’s eyes go wide. 

————

“Calm down, Cady.” Regina laughs as she got into the front passenger seat, “Well, get in. You’re driving us to the birth centre or am I?” 

Cady cracked a smile as she took a deep breath, “I am. Let’s go.” 

“Let’s fucking go. Let’s do this.” Regina nodded.

“Janis said they’ll meet us there in a couple hours.” Cady says while keeping her focus on the road.

Regina hums, “I know. y/n’s asleep still. Plus, I want them to eat before they rush to the centre. It’s gonna take awhile anyway.”

“Dr. Dunn said we could go in already.” Cady reminded.

“I know, you worrywart.”

“I am not.” Cady gasps playfully. Regina smirks, “I’m fine. The contractions are still a piece of cake right now.”

“Yeah, right now.” Cady turned her head to glance at Regina for a moment. 

“Cady, everything is literally going as planned.” Regina bites back a chuckle, “I’m having a contraction right now and I’m just chilling. That should tell you something.”

“That tells me you should note it down on your phone.” Cady sassed.

“Doing that right now, baby.” Regina used her phone with one hand while the other squeezed Cady’s thigh in reassurance.

“I know, it’s just all new to us and I don’t want to take any chances. I’m sorry, I’ll try not to be in freak-out mode.” Cady took a few deep breaths after speaking, “I’m glad you’re not in too much pain.”

“I get it. Just trying to lighten the mood.” Regina shrugs, “but we got this, yeah? We’ve done all the research and learning we can up until this point.” While Cady and Regina arrived at the centre, you’d just woken up. “Sooo…after breakfast, we’re going to the birth centre. Cady and Regina just got there.”

“Why didn’t you guys wake me?” You huffed.

“Hey, I’m just following your sister’s orders. She didn’t want you just stumbling out of bed. You had a late shift yesterday.” Janis sat down with you, pushing a plate of waffles and sausage in front of you. You mumbled a thank-you and promptly dug in. “They say anything else?”

Janis shook her head, “Nothing other than the fact that Regina’s all settled in. Want something to drink?”

“Sure.” You agreed.

“Tea, two sugars? Or do you want coffee?”

“Tempting, but since we gotta head out, no coffee.”

Janis laughs, “I figured.”

You yawned, then chuckled, “Sorry.”

Janis replied, “You’re good. Sure you wanna go?”

“Yeah, I promised I'd be there at least.” 

She places the mug in front of you, next to your plate, “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Jan.” You nodded, mouth full with half-chewed food.

“No problem, honey.”

After breakfast, Janis drove the both of you to the birth centre where Regina and Cady were at. Knocking on the door, Janis enters first and you were right behind her, holding onto her hand. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey.” Regina smiled back.

“Since you said food and drinks are fine, we picked up a smoothie for you on the way here.” You placed the bag down on the table.

“Aw, thank you.” Regina’s face lit up again.

“There’s some snacks in the bag too.” Janis quipped, “Any progress?”

“Uh, no. Not yet. They said it’ll be pretty slow. And it sure feels like it.” She chuckles humourlessly. 

“You’re close, Regina.” Janis smiled softly, “It’s happening.”

Cady looks at you, a little concerned. “I’m fine.” You told her. She nodded, you sat down on one of the chairs while Janis sat on the side of the bed. 

Regina was so calm and relaxed, you were thoroughly impressed. She looks at you, saying, “I’m okay, everything’s going great. They just checked me before you guys got here.”

“That’s good, Reg.” You smiled in some relief. 

“Thanks for being here.” She reached out for your hand, squeezing it, “I know what we talked about and I really appreciate this.”

“I know how much it means to you. I wanna be here for you— as much as I can.” 

You hung around for a couple hours, then went to your therapy appointment before returning. When you entered the room, Regina stirred in her sleep and woke up. “You came back.” She chuckled.

You nodded, mirroring her smile, “How ya feeling, Reg?”

“Contractions have become more painful and a little closer together but I’m just chilling, baby. Managed to sleep for quite a while.” She was in a good mood. “Janis went to eat, Cady followed. I made them go out because they were so anxious, it’s kinda funny.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Reg.”

Janis called you while you were watching TV with Regina. So you went to a corner to answer the call. “Hey.”

“Are you back?” 

“Yeah, got back here awhile ago.” 

“Do you want anything? Me and Cady are about to head back there as well.” 

“No, I’m okay. Thanks, though.”

“Alright, honey.”

About ten minutes later, Cady and Janis came back. Janis sat down on an armchair and pulled you into her lap. Cady sat next to the bed to keep Regina company, of course. “How are we doing?” Janis asked, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Getting a little irritated because the pain’s getting more intense.” Regina admitted flatly, “But that’s expected.” 

Cady asked, “Did you manage to sleep?”

“Yeah, I only just woke up when y/n came back from her therapy session. Fell asleep when you and Janis went to eat.”

The waiting was keeping everyone on the edge of their seat, but with each check, with each hour, Regina got closer to the finish line. You fell asleep yourself, completely not expecting this level of peace and quiet during an admittedly distressing and painful time. Your sister was something else. You nodded off for awhile, and in the meantime, you knew the three of them were chatting. It was going to be a pretty long day…they got here at around 9am and it was currently nearing 7pm. And things have picked up its pace. Regina was starting to feel the burn, and she was barely able to sit still. Her team came into the room and started to set up, and there was a shift in the atmosphere. It started to get a little hectic for your liking. But, you stayed in the room, seated in the armchair while Janis sat next to you on the armrest with an arm around you. 

“One centimetre to go, Regina.” Dr. Dunn declared, “Are we ready?”

Regina gave the doctor a firm nod, “Yep.”

“You’re doing perfect. Deep breaths, listen to your body. We’re ready for you and baby boy, okay?” 

Regina couldn’t respond before another contraction coursed through her body, causing her face to scrunch up briefly. She squeezed Cady’s hand, and the redhead just let her— obviously, while telling her words of assurances to get her through it. Just like she’s been doing for hours and hours. 

“The tub’s ready, so if that’s what you want, you can go in there. It’s completely up to you.” Dr. Dunn added on.

“Okay.” Regina answered quietly, trying to focus on her breathing.

“Water’s warm, so it could help alleviate some of that.” Cady mentions. 

“Can I go in there now?” Regina asked, looking at Dunn. Her brows were furrowed together— it seemed that the pain was finally getting to her.

“Yeah.” Dunn nodded, “Of course. Undress to whatever level you’re comfortable with and go ahead.” Within the next minute, Cady and the doctor helps Regina into the tub. And honestly the sight of her accepting help without a fight freaked you out— and you hated that it did. Why was it scaring you?

Janis definitely picked up on how tense you were, because you felt her rubbing your lower back. Then she was looking at you with worried eyes. You gave her a look in return, to silently tell her you were going to step outside. You left, she told Cady. And Regina obviously heard it, but she knew better than to stop you because it’d already been discussed. Besides, her priority now was to deliver this baby safely. And hopefully quickly because the pain was going to make her cry soon. 

Janis stayed behind for awhile, but Regina told her to go outside and be with you. “She’s fine.”

“So am I. But she’s your partner, I think she needs you more than I do.” Regina replied, resting her chin on folded arms that were on the edge of the tub. She was kneeling, because she could no longer sit comfortably. While Janis was still standing, Cady had already made herself comfortable and sat on the floor. “Do you want me to be in there with you?”

“This is good.” Regina hummed, shutting her eyes. That meant another contraction was making its way through her body. She held on tight to Cady’s hand and breathed through it, this time, a little grunt fell from her lips. “I can feel the head coming down.” She mumbles. 

“I’ll go call the doctor back in.” Janis said, scurrying to exit the suite. And once the doctor had entered the room, Janis sat outside with you. “We can go home, honey. It’s alright.”

“I know. I just want to be here for her, but my brain is still so easily…terrified.”

“Hey, you are. You’re here right now, baby. She knows you are. It’s okay to be scared, I mean, have you seen Cady the last few weeks? Heck, even the last month? Today’s the calmest she’s been in awhile.” She wraps her arms around, “She’s in great hands, and Regina gets it. You guys talked about it, there will be no hard feelings if we stay out here, or just head home. We’ll get to see the baby soon either way.” 

“You’re right. Just had a little moment, that’s all.” You sniffed, leaning your head on her shoulder, “I’m okay. She’s okay, everything is going well.”

Janis pulls you closer and kisses the side of your head, just holding you in silence as you continue to calm down. The brief surge in anxiety faded away, getting replaced by excitement. You couldn’t hear anything that was happening on the other side of that door until piercing cries filled your ears. You and Janis gasped almost in unison, and you sat upright. “Oh, my God.” You mumbled. Several minutes later, Cady emerged from the door and said that you two could go in. So you did, Janis held onto your hand, still. “Holy shit, he’s cute.” Janis gasped, speaking in a whisper. Cady rolled her eyes at the language, Regina just laughs as she lightly bounces the bundled up newborn in her arms. You stepped closer to get a better look, and your heart as good as melted into a puddle. He was so, so tiny and adorable. So damn precious. 

“Red hair?” Janis notices. 

“Damn, I know.” Regina lets out a soft sigh, admiring her sleepy baby boy. “Hopefully he gets my height.” 

Cady sulked jokingly, “Anyway.” She sits down carefully next to Regina on the bed, “We have a name.” Cady and Regina shared a look before your sister nodded, “Jace. Jace Kinsley Heron-George.” 

“That’s a cool name.” You chimed in.

“He’s going to grow up to be the coolest kiddo.” Janis grins, looking at the baby again. “I mean…”

“That, I agree. He has you two as aunts, and Karen and Gretchen. And Damian’s going to be amazing, too.” Regina looked up at you and Janis, teary eyed. “Wow, I’m actually crying. This is crazy.”

Cady cups her face and tilted it towards herself, capturing Regina’s lips into her own, “I love you. And I love Jace, so very much.”

Regina sniffles, “I love you more. Thank you for choosing me, I literally couldn’t be here today without you.” Regina looked at you again, a tear slipping from her eyes, “Or you.” Then Janis, “And you.”

You put an arm around your sister, planting a kiss on her head, “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, baby.” Regina looked at you with the biggest goddamn smile, and watery eyes. You started tearing up, too. You knew those three words from her meant more than just simple gratitude for what you told her a few seconds ago. So much more. 

The baby was born at around 10:30, and once the adrenaline wore off, you were all just wanting to sleep and get some rest. You and Janis got to hold Jace before leaving though. And seeing Janis holding him? Damn, something changed within you. You wanted that, you wanted to start your own family and you were so sure. You couldn’t wait for it to be yours and Janis’ turn.

“Good night, Reg. We’ll see you soon.” 

“Yeah, you will. Good night, guys.” Regina smiled despite the sleepiness.

That night, it was just you and Janis in the apartment. So it was very quiet, even for this time of the night. And as usual, you don’t exactly do that well with silence. So your mind drifts, except this time it was back to the image of Janis holding Jace in her arms, and seeing that look of pure adoration in her eyes holding someone so tiny and fragile, someone that depended on someone else to live. Seeing her so careful, so happy? You wanted that for her, you wanted that for yourself.

“Baby?” Janis scooted closer to you, a hand on your thigh as her thumb brushed over the skin. 

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

“I am. Just thinking.” You nodded, laying your head on her chest. On reflex, she wraps her arms around you. “Janis, I’m sure I want kids.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

You continued, “I don’t know when, but if the time feels right, we can just go for it. Really. I’ve never been more sure about this.”

“What changed?” She asked, curiously.

“Honestly, everything today changed my perspective. But especially seeing you hold him and admiring him. It was beautiful. It’s like, it’s hard, but it so, so worth it. And that’s what I want, I want something like that. So precious, so beautiful. Life is incredible, and as daunting and stressful things can get, nothing beats the good things. New beginnings, new life, new love.”

“New memories.” Janis chimed in, smiling slightly. You nodded, “Life…life can be pretty exciting, huh?” 

“Absolutely it can.” Janis agrees, “Pretty great too. Some things are so rewarding. Meeting you, getting to go through so much of my life with you, it’s a blessing. My life is so filled with love and laughter and so fucking much of joy ever since. And I cannot wait for more to come.” 

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💭A/N:

This chapter seemed like it took me forever to, but well, here it is! <3

[lsunstreakerl]

seeing this, think it suits you :)

I would never understand people writing about a ship they don ' t like or dislike one half of the pair . Just for getting clicks ? Wouldn ' t it be better to write about a ship you do like instead ? And then they cry when people are upset at them . Seriously ?

How about you :1. write a pair you like ( not just throw a ship in there because it ' s popular )2. write an OC as the villain instead of claiming you promise you like the driver you made the bad guy ( or have the guts to admit you dislike them , no one writes a driver they like as a sh * t human )

But then you won ' t get as many readers if you don ' t tag the popular ship , you won ' t get engagement if you don ' t make the WDC the villain .

I'm a bit tired of talking about it so this is probably the last post where I'm going to address it before I just start blocking people, so one more time, from the top:

- don't like, don't read, your browser comes with a handy little back arrow that takes you away from my content. please use it :)

- I'm not going to utilize criticism from someone who isn't willing to showcase their own writing. If someone brings me constructive criticism from their own account, and there are things I can learn from them, I'll do that. What I'm not going to do is listen to it from you.

- I do like lestappen, I like both of them, but in case we need a quick reading comprehension lesson (because it seems to only be Charles fans I get this from) I'm writing about Max. clearly. If I wanted to write something just because it's popular or I wanted clicks I'd be churning out awful carlando fics.

- I wanted to dive deeper with Charles as a character and the relationships I write with him, but there is one main reason I've been avoiding it, and part of that is because such a big part of him as a person is the people he's lost, and I'm not entirely comfortable writing that kind of thing out about real dead people. there's something inherently disrespectful in it for me personally, and it's the main reason I haven't really written him beyond a surface level at the current time. Now, obviously, I don't really have any desire to write him at all, tyvm. I'm certainly not going to start to just appease people who are so spineless they hide behind anon.

- I assume you're talking about Lewis here?? I think?? Which is kind of wild because I literally haven't posted that chapter yet 😭 how are you already mad. When I'm writing about a crash that actually happened, that actually had a real world effect, obviously I'm going to use the other driver?? literally what 😭

- even though I haven't posted the chapter, I'll go ahead and reiterate: I'm not writing Lewis as a villain. I'm explicitly going out of my way to very clearly not do that. there are no villains, it was literally just racing, shit happens. (you want me to create a random OC and replace them for the other driver in Mercedes for a huge crash in a championship race? how exactly do you want me to write that? Feel free to make your own fic actually, instead of policing mine, I would love to read it.)

- I think my engagement is just fine :) and it's clearly not a problem for me, because I literally write FOPA, and I'm the only person who's currently doing that. My only concerns with engagement has been from how big Search History has gotten, because I keep getting people like you, rolling up in my inbox, hiding behind anon because you aren't brave enough to put your actual account to name. Probably because you don't actually post any writing yourself <3

TL;DR: get the fuck over it, please. If you don't like my writing, leave. if you'd rather read a different story with Charles as the MC, feel free to go find one of the hundreds of stories that do that. If you're going to be a complete asshole, go do it on twitter, where that kind of behavior belongs. It's literally RPF about people who drives cars really fast. it's not that deep. find some inner peace 🤍