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lowkeyerror · 7 days ago

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Stars

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: Requested, fluff, violence, soulmate au, enemies to lovers, a lil angst but not a tremendous amount

Summary: You're in the middle of a fight when Agatha notices your soulmate mark. She goes mia after that, leading you to track her down because... you miss her

An: Took awhile but I got it done. I have 1 or 2 more request before I get to the ones asking for more Help With The Curiculum & Instant Attraction but some more of both of those soon stay tuned.

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Agatha was not a woman who often cared what fate had to say. She was not preoccupied with societies fascination surrounding soulmates. At least that’s what she would tell herself. She was busy doing whatever she wanted. Perhaps sometimes that meant tracing over the small star pattern on her wrist, thinking if she was really meant to be with someone.

“Would you at least pretend to be interested in the fight, Agatha?”

She found herself laid out on the ground as you stood across the trees from her. A scowl rests on her features as she shoots her magic at you.

“Could you just die already?”

You smirk at her, “You’d miss me too much if I did.”

“Do not flatter yourself.”

Agatha would never admit how much she enjoyed the banter between the two of you. There were sparks whenever you stood opposite of each other. Violent embers of her purple magic swept up in your elemental powers. It was more a challenge fighting you than other of her own kind. She couldn’t just drain your magic because your power was something entirely different.

You deflect her magic, redirecting it with the air. As you approach her, she keeps firing it at you. You’re used to her aggressive style of attack, so it does not stop your approach. Soon you’re nearly standing over her. She aims for your leg, leaving you no choice but to shoot up in the air. She takes that moment to stand.

It happens quicker than you expect and soon you’re being yanked down onto the floor. Agatha’s feet at your laugh, her dark cackle filling the air, you squirm in pain as you hit the forest ground.

Agatha squats down, so that you’re face to face. She’s a moment away from saying something snarky, but the words quickly die on her lips. She feels a pit in her stomach as her eyes lock on something behind your ear.

She’s quick to turn your head to the side, further pushing it into the ground. She moves your hair out of the way to make sure she is seeing things correctly.

“Get off of me,” it’s muffled of course.

Even if it wasn’t Agatha would’ve paid no mind to focus on the tiny stars littered behind your ears.

“Why get a tattoo here, where no one can see it doll?”

You try to break from her hold, but with her holding you down by your face, it was easier said than done. You huff in annoyance, “I don’t have tattoos. Now are we going to stay like this or are you going to let me kick your ass some more?”

For once in her life, Agatha is completely speechless. Instead of confronting what she has seen, she finds herself feeling nervous. Her enemy just had to be her soulmate as well. Did life ever get tired of testing the woman’s patience?

Agatha doesn’t say anything more, opting to just vanish. You were not used to abrupt ends to your encounters with Agatha, especially those of the silent variety. Agatha never left without getting the last word or knocking you unconscious.

As you got off of the ground, you looked around. Part of you wondering if this was some kind of trick. You called out her name to no response. Your hand traces over where her hand was pressing into your face. You felt hot under her touch, her gaze felt like it was setting you on fire.

Your hands move from your jaw to the spot at the back of your ear. You knew there were stars, but you had always had them. They had been there this entire time. So why had the witch taken a sudden interest? You didn’t understand, but you didn’t care enough to discover the reasoning. Plenty of people had some sort of weird unexplainable symbol on them, you just assumed it was a normal thing.

Agatha decided that day not to go near you. She didn’t want to deal with whatever this was supposed to mean. It was easy to ignore the stupid soulmate stereotypes before she knew who her soulmate was.

After seeing those stars all she could think about was you. It was painfully irritating for Agatha. She knew just enough about you to drive her crazy, but not enough to be satisfied. She knew what your hands felt like on her skin, she knew what kind of moans and groans slipped through your lips, she knew about the softness behind your eyes. The most important thing she knew was that you were too good for her. Maybe you weren’t an outright hero, but she was aware that your moral compass was on tighter than her’s would ever be.

You had an entire life ahead of you. A life that should afford you a family, a lover you age, kids, and someone that was less chaotic than she was. Agatha never thought she would be in love again, just because she knew her soulmate didn’t mean she would stop thinking that.

For you on the other hand life without Agatha was feeling a little too mundane. The woman wasn’t the only person you fought with, but you were finding out that she was the most exciting. Everyone else was too dull in comparison. No playful banter or skill bouts, just people equivalent to busywork. It was weird coming to terms with missing the woman.

Your mind was full of images of your previous encounters. No one had the heir that Agatha carried herself with. Everything with her felt electric. At first you chalked it up her power, but something about her was addictive. It was more apparent than ever since you’ve gone this long without seeing her.

“Alright, what's going on, you aren't even paying attention?”

You were spending the day off with your friend Kate. She was a little more on the good side than you were, but you grew attached due to the fact that you were constantly running into each other.

You stare at the archer, shrugging, “Haven’t seen Agatha in a while everything’s boring without her.”

“Awe you miss your villain, that’s cute,” Kate says sarcastically.

“I just have this feeling that she’s avoiding me.”

Kate sighs, “Fine we’ll play this game, I guess. Why would she be hiding from you, when she’s the bad guy?”

You pout, “I don’t know, last time she was being kind of weird about my stars.”

Kate’s eyes go wide, “Your soulmate mark.”

“My what now?”

“Your soulmate mark, Y/n. Does Agatha have the same marking?”

“I don’t-”

“Think harder,” Kate pushes.

You start to walk through your encounters with Agatha, trying to get a glimpse of her exposed skin in your mind. You can picture yourself on top of her, pinning her down at the wrist. There’s a moment where you can see the small stars on her wrist, and it has you reeling.

“I uh I think so, on her wrist,” you say slowly piercing together what Kate is saying.

“Oh fuck, she’s your soulmate,” Kate starts to freak out.

“That’s no- it can't be real. That’s not a real thing,” you speak.

Kate lifts her shirt, and you see a little flower on her ribs, “This is my mark, Yelena has the same one on her finger. It's like fate or whatever. Y/n it’s a big deal. Agatha is your soulmate.”

You shake your head, “No, no. Agatha and I are destined to be enemies, that’s it.”

Kate rolls her eyes, “Oh I miss Agatha, everyone else is boring. Her hair’s so cool, her skin’s soft, blah blah blah.”

Your face heats up, “Hey I don’t sound like that.”

“But you do and now it’s finally making sense. She probably saw it and now she’s avoiding you.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes dummy. Honestly, I don’t even know what you’re still doing here. You need to go find her.”

“For what?”

Kate looks at you as if you are an idiot, “To be together, duh.”

“She’s a bad guy Kate,” you try to reason.

“Ok, but you’re not exactly a hero yourself and plus we both know that you like the villains anyway.”

“But what if-”

Kate begins to push you out of the door, “Less, what if and more, telling me about it after you find her.”

“I don’t even know where to look,” you protest lamely.

“You’re literally a master tracker,” Kate deadpans.

That’s how you end up at a normal-looking house in the suburbs. You know Agatha’s inside; you could feel her. It’s something you couldn't explain before, but now you suppose it’s because of this whole soulmate thing.

You walk up to the front door, feeling yourself become uncharacteristically nervous. That cockiness that you usually had was nowhere to be found.

“Just ring the doorbell, Y/n,” you whisper to yourself.

You do as you tell yourself. You stand awkwardly with your hands in your pocket. When the door opens, Agatha is surprised to see you.

She hides it with a quip, “Since when do you do house calls?”

You struggle to find your own words. Your eyes dart down to her wrist, hidden by her long-sleeved shirt. She feels your gaze and her face heats up.

“Can I- can I come in?”

She steps aside and lets you into her home. You follow her into the living room. She takes a seat on a chair, and you sit on the couch across from her.

The silence is new. Your normal encounters are filled with bickering, charged energy, and fighting. There’s never been a quiet moment between the two of you.

“Are we going to just sit here are we going to talk?”

Your voice is unsure as you speak, “We can talk.”

“Well, you came to find me, Y/n,” she speaks defensively.

Your eyes snap to her’s, “Because you started hiding from me.”

“I- I wasn’t hiding, you aren't my only enemy,” Agatha rebuts.

“You aren’t mine either,” you repeat the sentiment.

Agatha sighs, “Why’d you come here?”

You look away, “I think you know why.”

“Who told you?”

“A friend, why didn't you tell me?”

Agatha feels herself getting frustrated, “When exactly was I supposed to do it? Before or after I knocked you on your ass.”

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

“No, fuck I’m sorry. I just- this isn’t something I’ve ever taken seriously, but it feels serious now. Especially knowing that it’s you, I don’t really know what to do here doll,” she was honest with you.

“Would you consider it?” You look anywhere but her eyes.

Agatha gets up from her spot on the chair to move next to you on the couch. She leaves space between you. She focuses in on her wrist, avoiding eye contact just as you had.

“Y/n, you’re young and at the end of the day, a good-hearted girl. I’m neither of those things. I don't want you to think because of these starts we have to be together.”

“Classic Agatha, you didn't answer my question,” you chuckle softly.

“Would you consider it?” She repeats your own question.

You scoot a little closer to her, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You didn’t have-”

“I wanted to, I-I’ve missed you,” your hand is cautious as it reaches for her’s. She lets you grab it; your thumb slides down to her wrist, rubbing against the stars. You let yourself ramble, “I’ve been chasing other criminals and doing city patrols and it’s all so boring compared to you. You just have this… this energy around you. It’s always tugged at me, pulling me into deep water. I’ve always thought I’d drown in it.”

“You could,” she says watching your hands mingle.

“The thing is I don’t think I can. I control the elements.”

She finally looks at you, “Whatever metaphor you’re going for I don’t get it.”

You meet her gaze, “I’m not scared of doing this with you, Agatha. I want to try."

“You didn’t even know what this meant a few weeks ago,” she points out.

“I didn’t, but as soon as I found out, I came straight here.”

“Y/n I don’t know,” she tries to pull her hand away, but you don’t let her.

“Kiss me,” you say, finding your confidence.

“What?”

You lightly turn her head towards yours, “It’s what soulmates are supposed to do; keep up witch killer.”

For a moment you don’t think she’ll do it, but suddenly her hand leaves yours and she’s pulling you in by the face. Her lips smash against yours and you feel like you just got electrocuted.

She’s warmer than you expected. Her lips are softer than you thought. You find yourself yearning for more.

You’re no longer next to her, but on top of her as you continue to kiss. Getting lost in the moment was almost a given. Agatha breaks the kiss when a moan slips from her lips.

Her forehead rests against yours. Your chest heaves up and down, but your eyes stay closed.

“I’ve never felt anything like that in my life,” Agatha whispers.

You open your eyes to find her already looking at you, there’s something in her eyes that you haven't seen before.

Your thumb gently tugs on her bottom lip, “Try this with me Agatha.”

You think she’s going to deny you, instead she takes your hand in her’s kissing against your knuckles.

“Ok.”

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sinstear · 1 year ago

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please, please write something about Abby spanking reader 🙏🙏 I love your work

i love you (this could be better)

you’ve been a brat all day— everyone knows it. Abby knows it, shit, even you know it, but did it make you realize you need to stop? stop having such an attitude and let Abby work? not at all.

At first, she could look past your huffing and sighing every time she walked back into the little apartment you shared, simply because it was you and she loved you. She even looked past it the second time when you tried pulling her away from the table, the same table filled with guns— guns she doesn’t necessarily want you around sometimes.

But the third time? when she made her way back into the bedroom, where you were already slumped on the bed, arms folded over your chest and mumbling under your breath about how ‘she’s not given you any attention’ or ‘how she barely acknowledged you were in the room’? she couldn’t simply let that go because why were you being so difficult today? why were you being so bratty? what happened to her good girl?

The moment she had looked at you from your lying down position, she wasn’t going to take another word coming from your mouth. So when her eyes narrowed, you could see her jaw clenching— you were sure you could hear the grinding of her teeth, her mouth opened and you couldn’t stop the way your eyes widened at how demanding yet soft it sounded. “Stand up”

Fulfilling her request quickly, and not with a bratty remark, you rushed to climb off the bed, standing where she previously was and she had to bite back a smirk at how obedient you were suddenly for her after all this time. Looking up at you, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, her head tilts just slightly. “you’ve been today, would you like to tell me why?”

“Just missed you, Abs” you mutter, fumbling with your fingers, eyes on the floor, avoiding her stare.

“First of all, look at me when you talk to me”

It was a gentle but strong command that had you looking at her without hesitation and this time she laughed at your obedience. “I missed you..”

“yeah, you missed me that much you would rather give me an attitude every time i try talking to you? Hitting me with your little huff and sighs no matter how many times i tell you, i will be with you when i’m finished?”

“i..im sorry” you pout, lip jutted forward.

Sighing through her nose, you could see her slowly starting to shake her head. What the hell was she going to do with you? “Take your pants off”

“What?”

She wasn’t asking you anymore, she was telling you.

“Take your pants off and bend—” she punctuates her words with a small growl, pointing towards her thigh. ”—over”

You were quick to fumble with the buttons on your jeans, not wanting to make her more annoyed or angry. Kicking your jeans off quickly, you already made the mistake of standing there, hands behind your back, staring at her. You could tell she was getting impatient. “Are you mad at me?” you uttered, biting your lip harshly.

“Babe, don’t make me ask you again”

Walking towards her slowly, she watches you closely and quietly groans when you finally and practically bend yourself over her thigh, your ass high in the air and she could barely stop herself from squeezing the soft flesh in her hands, your lower lip getting caged between your teeth at the feeling. “Gonna give me another bratty attitude?” she murmurs, using your ass as her damn stress ball.

“No, Abby”

“Wish i could believe you, pretty girl” She sighed, blunt nails digging into your ass cheek, the sensation and feeling has you already whining. “10 okay?”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes Abby”

Chuckling, she softly hums at your words. “Always wanna be a good girl when i have to punish you. Color?”

“Green”

“Good. Count for me”

You barely had any time to prepare yourself or answer her words before her hand landed on your left cheek, the sting already having your body flinching in her hold, but the feeling of her massaging the skin had you relaxing quite quickly. “One..” you whimper quietly.

“Colour?”

“Green, Abby”

The second one was a little harsher than the previous one, with your nails digging into the cargo pants she was currently wearing, your teeth gnawing on your lower lip, and her hand still massaging after each strike. “Two..”

“You’re doing good, baby” she coos, eyeing up the light red hand prints already forming on your ass with a smirk. “8 more, okay?”

“Okay..”

By the 9th, the tears were welling up in your eyes and streaking your face, from her position she could see your ass raw red and you were holding onto everything you could see as it would disappear if you blinked. “Colour?”

“Green..” you sniffle.

Your punishments were normal but Abby never wanted to cross the line of you being hurt and it’s why she hesitantly nodded, even though you couldn’t see her. “Just one more, okay baby? You’re doing so good”

Her hand was quick to land on your ass a final time, and she was so fast in her movements to massage the skin the second you let out a squeal, with her hand, rubbing carefully and pressing kisses to your head. “s’done now baby, no more, okay?”

“m’sorry for being a brat” you mumble, turning around to sit on her lap, flinching when your ass grazes her pants. Her hands still rubbing the skin to soothe the sting. “love you, Abs”

“i know you are, baby” Abby chuckles, thumb rubbing light circles on your hip while her lips rest against your temple. “i love you most. c’mon, i’ll run you a bath then we can do whatever you want. can even do one of those weird fuckin’ face masks or whatever you call them, sound good?” she mutters, wiping the tears from under your eye.

Giggling, you plant a kiss on her neck. “Sounds perfect”

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burreauxwrites · 1 month ago

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“LOATHING” - (joe burrow x oc)

CHAPTER TWO - “pinkie promise”

word count: 2k

warnings: angst, cussing, a bit of fluff if you look hard enough.

winnie practically skips towards the school cafe; she’s absolutely elated. tryouts were a success and she ended making the team as the libero. she’s excited beyond belief, and she can’t wait to tell her friends. but as she heads that way, something, or someone stops her.

“ugh…oh my god…it’s you…” emma sneers.

of course. the chippy blonde who always had to get her way somehow.

at first, winnie looks around in confusion. surely they mean someone else. she points at herself as if to ask “me?”

“yes, you,” emma scoffs, folding her arms, “that little stunt you pulled the other day with joe was not cool.”

raising an eyebrow, winnie shrugs. “what stunt? we hate each other’s guts right now,” she explains, laying out their dynamic at the moment, “me cussing him out isn’t a stunt.”

she can’t believe she’s explaining this to some…girl. anyone can see the fact that winnie wants to strangle joe, and vice versa. they are not happy with each other, which is an obvious thing.

“well, i think you should speak to my man nicely…” emma threatens, though is it really a threat? to winnie, it isn’t; in fact, she’s willing to engage in some banter.

before winnie can get a word in, someone coughs behind her. she turns, and sure enough, it’s joe. and to her surprise, he’s not glaring at her or saying something snarky. he seems rather annoyed with…emma?

“what’s going on?” joe asks, rubbing his forehead slightly as he looks between winnie and emma.

winnie watches as emma points and laments dramatically, whining about how she was being harassed and this, that, and the third. if she hadn’t been so annoyed, winnie would’ve found it comical almost. after all, she barely even got to get a word in.

“look,” joe says, looking at emma, “just…leave it alone. it’s no use stressing yourself over this.”

“but she was mean to me! and you!”

“i really don’t care. leave her alone.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

truthfully, joe has no idea why he’s coming to winnie’s defense. he’s not really fond of her right now. he doesn’t expect to be fond of her. but it’s something about the way she was being treated, he supposes. he could recall those days in middle school all too well when people made fun of winnie. it’s almost…like some sort of weird deja vu thing. and well, he can’t help but act on it.

joe and winnie watch as emma storms away, pouting as she slings her bag over her shoulder.

confused, but slightly grateful (she guesses), winnie looks at joe. “what the hell was that about?” she questions, having so many things that she has to ask.

“what do you mean ‘what the hell was that about’?” joe grumbles, folding his arms. “i defended you. she was bothering you. wasn’t she?”

she can’t just…lie. she was being a pain. “i mean, yes,” winnie exhales, “but that doesn’t mean i couldn’t handle it by myself.”

joe chuckles, partially in amusement and partially to hide his shock. he’s never taken winnie as the defensive, “i’ll kick your ass” type. at least…not the winnie he used to know. back then, she was docile, meek, she couldn’t even hurt a fly, even if she wanted to.

“so what i’m hearing is, you’re not thankful for my help.” joe looks at winnie for a response.

ugh. how was she supposed to answer that? say no? yes? she was thankful that he got emma to go away. very thankful for that. but she’s still aggravated with him. beyond belief. she’s still hurt. he’s been nothing but mean to her.

“i could’ve lived without it.” winnie murmurs.

“bullshit,” joe derides, shaking his head, “you would’ve started crying the moment her voice even slightly picked up. or at least…the old winnie i know would’ve.”

winnie notices his voice softens a little at that. the old winnie. she doesn’t want to admit it, but it does warm her heart knowing that there’s some part of her that he remembers.

ja’marr brought up a good point of trying to reconcile with joe. but winnie has no idea what to say or do. the past few interactions they’ve shared has left them more and more annoyed. though at the same time, maybe it’s a risk that’ll be worth taking. if the two of them become friends again, then that’s fine. if not, then that’s also fine.

“i um…gotta go. my friends are waiting for me,” winnie mumbles, looking at joe, “but…i want to talk with you. after school.”

intrigued by this offer, joe hums. “about what…? i have important stuff to do later, and i can’t waste time.”

“oh my god, just meet me at the entrance to the library, okay?” winnie sighs in exasperation, throwing her hands up. she walks away, muttering under her breath “he’s so fucking difficult.”

and now joe is stuck with two decisions. he can just not speak with her and live on with his life. he doesn’t really have any strong desire to speak with her. but by judging her tone, she really needs to tell him something; either that, or some other thing. and he’s curious.

the thought of reconciliation doesn’t exactly cross his mind, but he doesn’t think he’s opposed to it. in fact, it’d make him a bit…joyous.

he shakes away the thought, going on about his way. he doesn’t have time for such frivolous affairs anyways.

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with a sigh, winnie stands in front of the entrance of the library. she doesn’t know what on earth she was thinking. there’s no way joe will actually want to speak with her. at least she doesn’t think he will. the two are currently absolutely pissed off with one another. very…very pissed off.

suddenly, she hears footsteps coming her way. and it’s actually joe. he doesn’t look thrilled, but it’s something. at least he showed up. she honestly expected him not to.

her gaze softens slightly as she looks at him. “you came…”

“not by choice. ja’marr practically forced me to,” joe clarifies, his tone cold as he folds his arms, “so you can thank him later for that.”

oh…right. winnie nods, her eyes hardening once again as she looks away. of course he didn’t want to do this. he really wanted to be anywhere else but here.

the both of them walk into the library; it was essentially empty. there were a few other students checking out books or looking for sources for various reports. they situate themselves on a cozy couch in the corner.

silence fills the air for a moment as the two stand there. this is awkward. god, why must this be happening? it’s

“i saw you made the volleyball team.” joe chimes in, not looking at winnie.

she nods. “yeah,” her voice is soft and almost a bit tender, “i did. i would ask if you’re proud of me, but…obviously i don’t think you care.”

care? well, he can’t say he does per se, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised. he’s known her for a long time, but she’s always hated sports. she was a nerd, and still is, but now she’s on the volleyball team? it’s a bit impressive, he guesses, but that’s not exactly the point.

“i’m more surprised than anything,” joe chuckles, leaning back against the couch, “i always thought that being athletic was never your thing. you always preferred reading and other stuff like that.”

“fuck you…” winnie groaned.

“you wish.”

“absolutely not.”

joe laughs, a bit of a hearty laugh. the disgust on winnie’s face was comical. he’s always gotten a kick out of annoying her. the way her nose scrunched and her lips formed a small pout. it was…oddly adorable. ugh, he’s getting all mushy and stuff. gross.

meanwhile, winnie is deep in thought. does she address the hatred that’s currently between them? or does she take things slow and try to form a somewhat amicable conversation first? does she tell him about her crush she once had (that is, if ja’marr hadn’t already told him)?

after some thought, she opts for the first option. but what about their dynamic does she even start with? she’s primarily hurt about the overall abandonment of their friendship.

“joe…,” winnie starts, looking over at him. she doesn’t know what to even say, other than one thing.

“why?”

confused, joe looks at winnie. “why what?”

“just…why?” she murmurs, her eyes filled with sadness.

“we made a promise,” she continues, her eyes burning with tears, seeing his face.

“we promised to still be friends. to never ever forget each other and our bond. and now look at where we’re at,” she rambles, blinking a little, “you almost act like i don’t exist! and then when you do, you treat me like shit! you treat me like i’m nothing to you! and you know what makes this all worse?” she whispers, her voice on the verge of breaking, “you meant the absolute world to me.”

joe’s gaze slightly shifts. it becomes tender, worried even. the girl that was his best friend is crying. all because of him. but what does he say to this? he let’s out a huff, shrugging.

“stuff happens…”

winnie exhales in disbelief, shaking her head.

“really? stuff happens?” she hisses, the sadness in her eyes turning to rage. “you know what? you’re right, stuff does happen. but i just want you to know,” she says gently.

“i was ready to give you my heart.”

“i know…”

“oh…so ja’marr told you,” winnie crosses her arms.

joe gives her a nod. “yes. he did,” he confirms, looking at winnie, “you’re stupid…”

“stupid for not…telling me.” joe finishes.

winnie nods, looking down. “well…i can…kind of agree there,” she admits. even though she was moving, she still should’ve taken that chance and share her feelings, even if nothing came out of it.

with her tear stained sleeves, she sniffles as she dries her face. “i was worried that you’d hate me. but i guess i don’t have to worry anymore. you already do hate me.”

joe sits in silence for a moment. he didn’t know how to explain it, but he doesn’t hate winnie. and he wants to tell her that. but obviously, he’s kind of at war with his pride. it’s a weak move to pull back and act like all the stuff he’s said to her lately doesn’t matter. but it does. it’s tremendously hurt his friend, the person who he stuck with through thick and thin (and vice versa).

he responds in the best way he can, placing his hand on her knee. “hate’s a strong word.”

winnie cracks…a small smile. joe used to say that when she’d rant to him about the people who pissed her off. “so…you loathe me then?”

“hm…no.” joe shakes his head. he sighs, looking at winnie. “i…i’m sorry, really,” he says, reluctance but truth in his voice. he’s realized that he’s kind of new to this amending friendships thing, “i uh…i guess i wanted to seem cool and stuff.”

“but, you did it at the expense of our bond…” winnie frowns, “i understand wanting to fit in and stuff. but we had something. years and years, we were friends. best friends.”

joe sighs. “i know. and it was so idiotic of me to destroy that,” he nods. “i don’t expect you to forgive me, but…i truly am sorry.”

hmm. now she had to make her choice. she could easily hold a grudge against joe for life. be bitter and depressed about it. but there was something in the bottom of her heart that couldn’t let her be angry.

with a breath, winnie gives a small smile. “i forgive you,” she nods, watching joe’s face shift to relief, “but…if you do something stupid, i’m never talking to you again.”

“oh, you wouldn’t do that.” joe laughs.

“wanna bet?” winnie raises an eyebrow.

“depends on how much money we’re talking.”

the both of them chuckle for a moment, leaning back and taking in a bit of quietness. it’s nice, knowing that there’s a chance to fully rekindle their friendship. winnie looks at joe, her face gentle. “seriously though. you promise to not fuck up again?”

joe nods at her, “of course. i promise.”

“pinkie promise?”

joe looks down at winnie’s small finger; he can’t help but reminisce on all the promises they’ve made. again, far too many; but this one is different. he chuckles, linking his pinkie with hers.

“pinkie promise.”

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not a super long chapter, but an angsty one. BUT they’re friends again…for now ;)

#joe burrow x oc #joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow lsu #lsu!joe #joey burrow #joe brrr #angst #angst with a happy ending

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maximotts · 11 months ago

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she hates her ⁘ w. maximoff x n. romanoff

brainrot is real and dangerous! This time it manifested in the idea of an enemies to lovers WandaNat AU in which sorority president Wanda and fraternity president Natasha simply can't stand one another, but Nat finds Wanda's weakness and exploits the fuck out of it. I'm planning to write more of them so I hope you all love these sillies in their enemies phase! P.S. if you know why I named this AU what I did, you're a real one 💖

Seven Things AU. masterlist :: Natasha lives to annoy Wanda so naturally, she plans the Spring Barbeque Night on the lawn of Wanda's sorority without asking and counts down the seconds until she comes down to complain

wc: 4k cw: 18+ only, minors DNI. warnings are clearly labeled, please don't add community filters. sorority!Wanda x fraternity!Natasha. smut. oral (n receiving). strap on sex (w receiving). cum strap. copious insults/hate sex. rough play/manhandling. overstimulation. degradation/humiliation. nat has a seriously filthy mouth and calls wanda lots of names. internal discussions of aftercare.

Wanda hated Natasha Romanoff.

She hated her messy red hair and the cocky way she walked around campus, how unshakably full of herself she always was, no matter how much of an asshole she was being any given moment. And she was constantly an ass, a chronic headache from the first day Wanda met her last year…

Currently Wanda hated Natasha’s heavy boots kicking her knees apart each time she moved them together even an inch.

“You want to get off on sucking my dick so bad, it’s pathetic.” Nat couldn’t stop her long groan and didn’t want to, grip tightening in Wanda’s loosely curled hair as she inched her strap further down the other girl’s throat.

If someone told her last month she’d have the most annoying girl she knew knelt in front of her like this, Natasha would’ve laughed them off; they could barely coexist in a room for more than a few minutes without one of them going off on the other.

They’d found a compromise in fucking each other speechless; mostly Wanda who, for all her holier-than-thou attitude towards the other woman, found herself repeatedly powerless for hidden quickies with Natasha.

Wanda could only claw at Natasha’s thighs, any possible harm dulled by the denim jeans Nat didn’t bother removing. She’d add how stupidly brutish Nat was to her ever-growing list of grievances if it didn’t turn her on so damn much.

The moment the fabric of her harness brushed Wanda’s cheek, they both shivered.

“I’m gonna assume no one’s managed to fuck this pretty mouth of yours this deep yet,” the redhead ground her hips against Wanda’s face slowly, letting her head roll back against the door, willfully ignorant to any discomfort the girl before her endured, “or maybe you’re too much of a bitch for anyone else to bother trying.”

Natasha let up and Wanda growled, disgusted gaze glaring daggers at her tormentor. “You don’t have anyone else to screw with, or have all the girls in town grown tired of your womanizer routine?”

“Fuck’s sake, shut up.” Shoving her forward was all too easy with Wanda caught off guard, burying her tip at the back of her throat so roughly Wanda gagged. Nat drove her hips back and forth at a brutal pace, laughing at the brunette’s sputtering, “That’s it, choke on my cock…”

The two were both too stubborn to break eye contact, Wanda’s wide green eyes watering with embarrassment and Natasha shamelessly getting off to her struggle.

She fucked her steadily, both hands now fisted in Wanda’s hair, the poor girl’s face growing pinker every second as she fought to hide just how much being used like this turned her on. It was no use, the sticky mess of the sorority president’s lip gloss and spit leaving kisses on her fraternity counterpart’s harness, sending Wanda into a dizzying frenzy of arousal that wrenched in the pit of her stomach- and lewdly dripped onto Natasha’s boot.

Oh how Natasha wished her phone wasn’t discarded on Wanda’s nightstand; she’d give anything to have photo evidence of their university’s golden student drooling on her strap and trying desperately to rub herself on her laces. “I bet if I shot a load down your throat you’d cum on the spot… wanna try?”

Nat finally let Wanda take a breath, yanking her away in favor of taking the thick toy in her hand, tapping the head onto the brunette’s already waiting tongue as she nodded desperately. She hadn’t bought this toy for anyone particular, never got much use out of it until she stumbled into Wanda’s secret a few weeks ago; now it was quickly becoming her favorite possession.

An accidentally perfect object to drive Wanda insane.

“Are you gonna let us keep our party on your lawn?”

The question snapped Wanda back to attention, suddenly aware of Natasha’s ulterior motives. There was a strange pang of hurt she felt, only for the briefest of seconds, to know what she was being used for, but it quickly morphed into keen anger. “Absolutely not! Go camp out with someone who actually likes you.”

“Stubborn bitch,” Nat muttered, knocking Wanda backwards. She was unsteady enough for her back to hit the floor with a painful thud, wincing as she met the hard wood of her bedroom. Admittedly, maybe that was a little too harsh, Natasha’s hand reaching out to inspect the girl before she caught herself, remembered who they were to one another, and her originally thoughtful touch became a slap for Wanda’s calf.

In an instant she was kneeling, dragging Wanda’s strawberry printed pajama shorts off to get a good look at her handiwork. They were still new to one another, having only really fallen into rage-fueled quickies, this was Natasha’s first time seeing the full effect she had on Wanda and damn if it wasn’t more intoxicating than all the beers she’d drunk tonight combined. “Pretty mouth and pussy, no wonder I’ve heard you’re good to fuck around with.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, doing her best to tamp down how hot she felt being openly inspected like this, ignoring the sparks she felt as Natasha’s hands parted and pawed at her bare thighs. “Don’t be gross, you pass yourself around more in one weekend than I’ve done my entire life.”

“So I know what I’m doing, Maximoff. Don’t forget I almost made you cum without a single touch just now.” If she cared enough Nat would’ve asked her how many people she actually had been with. Wanda had a reputation for being a tease of epic proportions, flirting cruelly with no intent of following through or, if you’re lucky, getting you off, but for as much gossip Nat heard, she couldn’t think of anyone who could say they’d slept with her.

In truth, the girl was picky, refusing to let anyone get farther than she thought she’d enjoy just as much as they did. Unfortunately Natasha not only met that standard, but rose far above it— the only reason she tolerated her insufferable nature each time they ended up like this. “But I didn’t finish, so get on with it. You’re already starting to bore me- ow!”

The last thing Wanda expected was a slap, stinging and wet, between her legs.

“Whenever you speak, you bore me, but I’m still here…” Her strap slid through the other girl’s cunt effortlessly, the weight of it offering the barest bit of much needed friction, but where Wanda raised her hips, Natasha held them down.

When the tip rested at Wanda’s waiting entrance, the shallowest of motions left her biting her lip to keep from begging. She couldn’t admit how badly she wanted this, how intensely she fought not to wrap her legs around Natasha and take the whole of her all by herself, to sate the persistent empty feeling she’d had since Nat pulled their hips together down on the lawn… “And you’re only here to get the answer you want so go ahead, try and convince me.”

Nat was too selfish to give Wanda time to adjust, pushing inside inch by inch while the girl below her gasped and balled her fists at her sides, too arrogant to grab onto Natasha’s stupid toned arms. But bottoming out felt like mutual heaven and as Wanda felt that cool, rough denim rub under her thighs, she gave in and let her legs clamp about her waist.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” Nat muttered, drawing out slowly just to surge forward, quickly setting a pace so brutal Wanda couldn’t hope to keep up. “Would’ve let you use your fingers before if I’d known…”

“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, eyes fluttering closed. She hated having to get this from someone she couldn’t stand, body betraying her in the presence of the person she wanted to be miles away from, but she forced her brain to submit along with the rest of her, taking her pleasure in a world where Natasha wasn’t a daily thorn in her side.

She needed to feel overwhelmed, overtaken, out of control— Natasha was the only person bold enough to give her what she was after. And she planned to use it to her full advantage. “No? Does perfect princess Wanda need to be fucked like a filthy slut?”

The woman was a mess of moans, doing her best to ignore Nat until calloused fingers gripped her jaw and yanked her back to reality. “Open your eyes, I want you to watch me fuck you dumb.”

When their eyes met again, Wanda’s pupils were blown wide, flushed cheeks pinched together under Nat’s grasp, “I asked you a question, answer me or I’ll leave you here and let everyone outside know you’re locked in your room with your fingers deep in your tight cunt, dreaming of my dick.”

Natasha really wished Wanda wasn’t so fucking pretty with her breathy pants and tousled hair framing her face like a halo; it made sex so much harder not giving the girl exactly what she wanted. “Just fuck me, Romanoff. You have a party to get back to.”

“I do? So you’ll let us stay?” Wanda nearly threw a fit when Natasha stopped again, the thought of being denied twice in one night enough to leave her whining. She was someone people rarely said no to, things simply fell into place for her as she wished, but challenging, thick-headed Natasha… dealing with her was akin to rolling a boulder single-handed.

“Yes, yes fine! Keep your crappy party! Let me cum and you can stay the night for all I care-“ Her eyes were wide open now, focused enough to take in Natasha’s shit-eating grin before she pounded into her once more, faster and more determined now that she’d won.

The redhead never had trouble in bed, satisfying whoever she fell into bed with effortlessly; she was reluctant to admit it’d grown repetitive. So when she ran into a drunk and mopey Wanda stumbling down the hall of her fraternity a few weeks back and cornered her with intention to mock her nighttime walk of shame, Natasha was morbidly curious to hear her confess how sexually unsatisfied she was with such plain honesty.

She couldn’t have predicted Wanda ever being in her room, much less sprawling on her bed like she belonged there and bemoaning her plight. “Is it so hard to just cum on my face? You’d think they’d be excited, but nooo all I get is ‘are you sure that’s what you want?’ Of course I’m sure!”

Natasha was so rarely speechless, but of all possible statements, she’d never expected that one.

Maybe they wouldn’t have happened if Wanda’s guard wasn’t lowered by alcohol. If Natasha hadn’t been standing at the foot of the bed in gray sweatpants that so poorly hid the strap she’d been packing, matching sports bra showing off her toned stomach while she proudly proclaimed she’d have no issue granting Wanda what she was after. If Wanda hadn’t crawled across the mattress to Nat and kissed the taut skin right below her navel before taking those cotton pants between her teeth and pulling, staring Natasha down with a ferocity she never imagined would make her feel anything but a primal rage-

But that night played out as it did and now they were here, another evening spent indulging each other in acts they couldn’t ask of anyone else.

Wanda didn’t announce how close she was, didn’t give Natasha the satisfaction of knowing just how good of an orgasm she’d given her— the woman above her still knew. She’d heard Wanda cry out for her before and she’d already come this far: Natasha wouldn’t stop until she had Wanda begging. “You’re supposed to say thank you when I’m nice to you.”

“In your dreams, playboy.”

Fighting words were routine, but the glob of spit landing on Natasha’s cheek colored her vision red. For a moment, the tension in the air felt too thick, bedroom eerily quiet as Nat’s grip flexed into the plush thighs spread before her, clenched jaw only accentuating her dangerous glare. Maybe Wanda would be afraid if she hadn’t hit the exact nerve she’d aimed for.

“Brats like you never behave for long, huh?” Dragging Wanda across the floor, Natasha rammed into still recovering sex, cupping the back of her knee and forcing her leg into her chest while the other stayed trapped against the wood. The new angle was deeper than Wanda had ever been treated to and her choked sob alone almost made up for Natasha being spit on.

Almost.

“Always such an insufferable… ungrateful…” She grumbled, losing her train of thought as her focus dropped down, suddenly fixated on the now drenched toy at her hips stretched around Wanda’s tight hole, ever growing mess close to dripping onto her ass.

Wanda wasn’t new to people staring at her, most days it boosted her already impressive confidence levels, but the way Natasha watched, always sizing her up like prey to be hunted and devoured, that was different. When she wasn’t looking at her with apathy it was contempt, anything to remind Wanda she wasn’t infallible as she thought she was, but this —Natasha so obviously getting off to her, so desperately rocking her pelvis against Wanda’s whenever she bottomed out in search of friction— made the brunette feel craved.

“What’s the matter, run out of insults?” Nat hadn’t noticed her mouth hanging open until it felt dry, snapping out of her lustrous thoughts to lick her full lips. Seconds from verbal retort, she decided on a better course, one equally as selfish as Wanda’s earlier orgasm: she could very easily knock the girl down some much needed pegs while making it worth her time.

“Just wondering how a spoiled little cumslut like you thinks it’s in your best interest to mouth off.” Wanda didn’t have time to be taken aback, Natasha’s sudden change of angle driving her round tip into that elusive spot deep inside over and over; she cursed her drunken self babbling to her rival that she was the only person, including herself, to find it.

“Shit, Romanoff, slow down-!” She thought for sure Natasha wouldn’t remember, had her pegged as the type of lover who had to learn everything over each time, but no, Nat was the opposite and now she knew too much.

“Shut your mouth and play with your tits.” The command was blunt, powerful enough in its delivery that Wanda didn’t question, shaky hands sliding under her shirt while she struggled not to finish her second time unexpectedly early.

She was slow in her touches, too slow for Natasha’s energetic pace, and the loose cotton fabric hid the view; two things Nat instantly got tired of. “Get your damn shirt out of the way, and I don’t want any of your silly shy shit- I told you to play with them.”

Wanda would kill Nat if she ever told a soul she whimpered, would deny having clenched around Nat in response to her exerting control… still she wrenched her shirt over her head as quick as she could and her hands flew back to her chest. She forced her eyes to stay open, smugly committing the sight of Natasha panting in time with her thrusts, light green eyes glued to Wanda’s fingers teasing her dusty pink nipples into hardness.

“You’re such a creep, I bet you’ll be jerking off to this for weeks,” she mumbled, pinching the sensitive peaks between her thumb and forefinger, moaning louder than intended as she matched Natasha’s motions.

Nat huffed, couldn’t bother denying that yes, she would definitely be thinking about Wanda spread wide open and touching herself for a long time. Her partner would to, though, mind wandering to Natasha ordering her around next time she found herself alone and needy.

Wanda made the mistake of watching Nat’s tongue swipe over her lips, traitorous brain wondering what the smooth muscle would feel like instead of her chilly fingertips, how warm and wet her mouth would be if she ever dared to suck—

This time when the dam broke, she was too distracted to censor herself, back arching and body trembling uncontrollably. If Nat’s focus had lapsed for just two seconds she would’ve missed Wanda utter her name, soft and breathy, syllables stuttered as if she pronounced it for the first time. “Aww poor princess, was that too much for you?”

“Go fuck yourself…” The words were weak, embarrassingly so, and Natasha didn’t hesitate to laugh at her attempt.

“Already working on it, smartass,” Nat didn’t falter for a second through Wanda’s second high, meeting wave after wave as the girl finally stopped pretending she didn’t want this just as much and raised her hips with each thrust.

The redhead had long since made a mess of her own underwear, sticky wetness coating the base of her strap to aid her now desperate grinding into Wanda, rubbing her neglected sex against the textured silicone. She wouldn’t last much longer, not when Wanda insisted on mewling so maddeningly, freshly manicured nails digging into Natasha’s sides as she fought overstimulation.

“You’re being too rough-!” Wanda couldn’t stand the sound of her own voice knowing once again it was Natasha who’d rendered her so vulnerable, but this was always her favorite part, being used and treated so carelessly; the thing she and Nat never properly talked about, but knew she needed.

“But I’m so close, don’t you want me to stuff your pretty little cunt?” Nat taunted, bending over so she could kiss Wanda’s temple. “I think you’ve almost been a nice enough fuck tonight to earn it.”

“God, just do it!” Nat was humping against her so hard it hurt, but then the dull sting ebbed in place of a new sensation -two deft fingers rolling over her swollen clit- and Wanda could only briefly process she was well and truly done for before her mind melted away.

“So demanding for someone so needy… try asking nicely.” Fortunately for Natasha’s rapidly approaching orgasm, Wanda didn’t have it in her to fight anymore, submitting with a barely audible please. “Please what, you know what I wanna hear.”

Wanda could slap herself for being so weak later, maybe when she took a shower and realized how she actually loved being made to beg so helplessly. “Please Natasha, please please, I want you to cum in me!”

“Good girl, there’s those perfect manners,” Nat came with a series of grunts, jerkily rutting while she filled Wanda like she’d been thinking of doing since she stomped out of her house and tried to break up their party.

She’d been so angry, shouting and pointing her finger in everyone’s faces, treating her and her friends like they were rowdy kids. The others mumbled apologies, deferring to Wanda like the figurehead she decided she was, but Natasha loved a challenge, especially one she’d planned on having after purposefully planting themselves on the sorority lawn. Nat wasn’t scared of Wanda, not before this arrangement and certainly not after; now she knew exactly how to fix any argument that popped up.

When Natasha finally pulled out, there was a dampness to the front of her shirt and jeans and again, she wanted to reach over for her camera. Instead she settled for sliding her hands to where Wanda was red and oh so wet, abused hole fluttering as their combined arousal leaked out. It seemed a shame to let it go to waste on the floor, two fingers collecting what’d escaped and, much to Wanda’s exhausted surprise, pushing it back in.

“I’m too sensitive for that…” Twisting away was futile, Natasha still firmly planted between her thighs. She had half a mind to kick her until she saw Nat’s free hand angling her cock down, painting Wanda’s lower half with thick ropes of cum while her thumb nudged her hardened bud, and dull throbs of new arousal twisted her stomach into cramps. “Stop-!”

The pleasure in it was fleeting, the pain of exhaustion winning out, but it wasn’t until she sobbed pitifully that Natasha finally glanced up at Wanda’s anguished face and backed off. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine…” Wanda refused to entertain the idea that any bit of Nat’s concern was real; if she dwelled long enough, she’d ruin her afterglow with too many conflicting thoughts. It didn’t matter if the redhead actually cared anyways, her touch, now slowly smoothing over Wanda’s sore hips, started to burn as Wanda came back to her senses. “Just get your hands off me, idiot.”

Natasha could’ve pushed and maybe if it was someone she was supposed to care about she would’ve, but her worry swerved towards brushing off Wanda’s rejection, defaulting back to what they did best: hate each other. “A greedy whore and a squirter, probably a crier too if I bed you on the right day… better hope your secrets are safe with me, princess.”

Her heart dropped thinking about her sex life becoming the latest gossip, but she could only feebly push her away, head twisting to the side just so she could look anywhere but Natasha and her insolent self. “Well you’ve got to have some kind of funny story to tell everyone when you go back the party. I know you’re always low on those.”

Eventually she managed sitting up, stretching out her back and arms, inadvertently giving Natasha one last unobstructed view of her before retrieving her discarded t-shirt and putting it back in place. “Or you could crack open another beer and share how you drool like a baby every time you see my tits, that’s a conversation starter for sure.”

Needing a soft surface for her now aching body, Wanda clumsily climbed into bed, unceremoniously using Nat’s shoulder to lean on as she maneuvered. True, Natasha tended to kiss and tell, but something about doing the same to Wanda felt wrong, at least to be as detailed as she typically was. Maybe it was just the pride she got from being the only person Wanda’s actually fucking; she wanted to keep that for herself.

“Could always come back downstairs with me and we’ll tell them together.” Natasha didn’t need much clean up, zipping her jeans back and standing awkwardly next to Wanda’s now prone form. Neither of them knew how to handle the ‘after’ yet, Nat’s tendency to check in on even her most casual of partners always ignored by Wanda who knew she’d undoubtedly needed that care but couldn’t stomach the possibility of being one in a string of partners.

So they avoided it as much as possible. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’d ever be seen anywhere with you, playboy.”

Wanda felt a different kind of yearning just then, one that dared her to give Nat the option to stay and her cheeks flushed all over again. Her solution was rolling over until her back was to Natasha, steeled herself to stay that way until she was left alone.

Nat sighed, long and audibly irritated, pondering the pros and cons of offering to do something together up here, a calm, private thing where she could sate that instinct to watch over Wanda without explicitly doing just that… but it’d require admitting she wouldn’t mind hanging out with Wanda and she did not want that.

“Sorry, I should’ve said if you wanted to take a night off of being an impossible bitch, you can actually try to enjoy yourself.”

The door closed behind her and Wanda could breathe again, flopping onto her back and staring at the ceiling. She felt empty and not only between her legs; unfortunately for Wanda, Natasha was no longer around to take her frustrations out on. “Stupid asshole..”

Eventually her night ended dangerously close to feigning some illness to lure Natasha’s attention back when she fell asleep and Nat’s, uncharacteristically leaving her party alone with the excuse of having forgotten her phone on the Wanda’s nightstand. She certainly didn’t use the opportunity to see Wanda again, surveying her sleep before pulling a blanket over the brunette’s shivering form.

#wandanat #wandanat fic #wandanat smut #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat au #seven things au #wanda maximoff fic #natasha romanoff fic #motts writes.#maximotts

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oh-meretseger · 10 months ago

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part 7 - Date Me

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: fluff (your first date🥹) with a little more dialogue with the others <3, kind of 18+! [a prequel to the smut that comes in the next chapter hehe], explicit language, making out, groping, dry humping

word count: 5,3k

"Look, I know him. I can see he adores you. You shouldn't worry about it" Sasha glanced up at you for a second, then turned her attention right back at the work she was crocheting, comfortably propped up by a bunch of her fluffy pillows.

"I just— I thought the same when I talked to Marco, but he's been avoiding me like the fucking plague"

"Oh my god, quit being so dramatic" Ymir rolled her eyes with an insufferable agony on her face. She wasn't the most supportive when it came to boy drama, but you still considered her a good friend after this short time you've known her - so when she came over to your dorm on her way to meet up with Historia, you decided to cry out all your pent-up frustration to the girls. "I just saw you two talking after morning class"

"AND he literally agreed to the movie night with us tomorrow, just us three" Sasha added.

"Yeah but— Y'know, I mentioned the night of the party and he instantly changed the subject" you replied quietly as your eyes dropped to your lap. "He doesn't even look at me like it happened, he doesn't joke with me or touch me—"

"What, do you expect him to finger you in front of the whole class?" Sasha frowned, pointing at you with her crochet hook.

"EEWWW" Ymir yelled out, wrinkling her freckled nose in utter disgust, and you shook your head as you tried to bite back your chuckle. You kinda started to regret telling them.

"NO, but— do you understand what I'm saying?"

"No" Ymir bluntly replied as she kept pushing herself off the desk, spinning on Sasha's swivel chair with an ungodly speed.

"I do, but again, I don't think he feels any differently about you" Sasha said without looking up from her work. "Just talk to him, pookie"

"For real. Y'all are like two mentally handicapped middle schoolers" Ymir pulled a face at you, then looked up at the ceiling, opening her arms theatrically. "Just kill them, dear God, don't make them suffer anymore"

"Get lost" you grinned as you grabbed the closest pillow on your bed to toss it right against her head. "You're right though, I should've just initiated... Jean's just always so straightforward, him being so awkward about it catches me off guard"

It's almost been a week since Connie's party and as soon as you ran into Jean on Monday, something instantly felt off. 'Missed my dumb ass?' you asked and he looked away sheepishly 'I don't really miss any body parts', seeming flustered before swiftly changing the subject to civil law (ok, great move, Jean). You had no idea what could be going on, you've never seen Jean being so awkward. Maybe even embarrassed. But why is he embarrassed? Maybe he regrets it..?

Even though you were originally the one to kick against the vulnerable moments happening between you two, you still felt like your subconscious hopes were shattered into pieces.

"Pfft, awkward" Ymir snorted. "I still can't believe the king of arrogance himself is acting sheepish about this shit"

"He's not arrogant" Sasha smirked up at her and you smiled. Kind of the same conversation happened between you when you were the one despising Jean's cocky attitude, just a few months ago. "You just don't know him that well"

Ymir huffed condescendingly.

"Who knows anyway what them stupid men have sloshing around in their ugly skulls" she grimaced as she momentarily stopped spinning, hugging her pulled up knees. "Instead of a brain"

"Jean has a pretty skull though" you pouted, but you knew there was no use arguing. You could point your finger at any man, and Ymir would wrinkle her nose in disgust at every one of them.

"Bruh" Ymir glared at you. "That man looks like a ponderosa pine with limbs, you're a dumbass for crying about him"

"BAHHHAHAHA" laughter bursted out of Sasha uncontrollably, and you stared at her squeezing her eyes, mouth wide open as she screamed hysterically, as if Ymir just dropped the most hilarious joke on planet Earth.

"What on earth is a ponderosa" you gazed blankly, then scoffed at Sasha as she wiped her tears. "And what the hell are you laughing at? A few days ago she told you Niccolo looked like a dumpling with a blonde mop on top of it"

"I like dumplings" Sasha shrugged as her shoulders shook with laughter and a satisfied grin grew on Ymir's face.

"See?" Ymir raised her eyebrow at you, then started pushing herself again to get the swivel chair to reach a space shuttle's centripetal force. "I think you should quit thinking about his praying mantis lookin' ass, like, altogether"

A small chuckle bursted out of you but you tried your best to bite it back, wanting to keep the situation serious, even though Sasha was still wheezing in the background.

"What? He should actually be grateful a girl like you let him touch her princess parts" Ymir sneered at you scornfully. "I mean, I'm not trying to judge your taste in men, but girl—"

"Yeah, I can see that" you grimaced at her. "You're not judging, I'm just naturally attracted to pine trees and you support my fetish"

"Hey, all the way" Ymir started spinning herself the other way. "If that's what you're into"

"Thanks a lot"

"You know I understand you girls, I just don't condone you crying after all these athletes that are gross and stink like a skunk after practice, and act like dickheads after you touch their pickle"

"Fair" Sasha glanced up, and you continued your game trying to hit Ymir in the head with all the pillows and stuffies you could find in the room as she swivelled with the speed of a tumble dryer.

Until Sasha bursted out laughing once again.

"What's so funny?"

"If I told you a few months ago you were gonna be all lovey-dovey about Jean you would've decked me" Sasha chuckled and you felt your stomach flip at her words. Lovey-dovey, huh?

"I'd never deck you, Sasha"

"I would" Ymir chimed in.

"You'd deck anyone" you chuckled, holding your arms up to your head to protect yourself from Ymir's vengeful blow as she launched a pillow back at you with the force of her insane spinning.

"Indeed" she replied, then stopped the swivel chair, finger gunning at you as she got up. "And now if you'll forgive me, I have an angel to meet who absolutely never stinks like a skunk"

"My brother in Christ, only God can forgive you for the shit you've said in this room" Sasha said without looking up and you laughed as Ymir stumbled to the door, obviously feeling dizzy from turning about three million times in the last twenty minutes.

"Tell Hisu we're saying hi!"

"Ight, see ya fools!" the door slammed shut behind Ymir and you looked at Sasha's skilled hands moving for a few silent seconds. Jean filled your mind like a heavy, intoxicating fog at all times, making every single cell in your body tingle with excitement. You wanted more. So much more of him.

"Look!" Sasha jumped to her feet as she finished her work, the crochet hook hanging from the piece of clothing she just made herself. She held the skirt up to her hips as she stood in front of the mirror. "What do you think?"

"It's really cute" you grinned at her reflection. "Colorful and pretty, just like you"

Although your dilemma seemingly dissolved, you still wasn't a hundred percent sure that Sasha was right. Your mind told you to believe her, considering how she was one of the few people who truly knew Jean - but your curiosity still got the best of you. That day, while Sasha went lurking around in the kitchen to watch Niccolo cook, you turned to Connie above your half eaten lunch in the canteen.

"Connie..."

"That's me" he replied, mouth full of food as he glanced at you, earning a quick roll of your eyes.

"Did Jean tell you anything about being mad at me?"

"Nah, why?"

"He's avoiding me" you said as your eyes dropped to your fork, jumbling the food around in your plate.

"He's trying his best not to fuck you, probably" Connie shrugged and you almost choked on your own saliva.

"You mean like— Did he—tell you?" you asked as you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You absolutely didn't calculate on the possibility of Connie knowing all about your naughty business when you opened this topic.

"Tell me what" he furrowed his eyebrows and your heart almost jumped out of your chest. Fuck. You basically just told on yourself.

"Nothing, forget it" you muttered, but looking at Connie's expression, you already knew it was too late. The bright red tint of your face probably told him everything he needed to know.

"NO" Connie slammed his fists on the table, cutlery clattering against your plates with the devastating sound of his realization. You squeezed your eyes. "Say sike right now"

"Stop"

"You FUCKED?!" he yelled as he stared at you, jaw hanging open in utter shock, and your hands instantly moved to your eyes as a few turning heads around you caught your eye.

"Connie!" you hissed angrily, but there was no amount of sternness that could jolt him out of his shocked state.

"I can't believe that little dipshit didn't tell me" his eyes stared at you widened. "Was it good?"

"What?! No—I mean yeah, but—Connie, no, you don't get it" you stuttered as you tried to calm and collect your thoughts. "I talked to Marco beforehand and—"

"About fucking Jean?"

"No, about us, and how he feels—or, like—how he assumes he feels, and how I feel—"

"Huh?" Connie blinked at you. "Who feels what?"

"HIM. I mean, us both. I don't know what, but— I thought we both felt it, but now I'm not sure anymore and I'm starting to think he just misunderstood him, and all he felt was something temporary and completely different from what I feel" you gabbled in one breath, but looking at Connie's motionless face, you quickly realized it only made sense in your head. "You know?"

"You are on so many drugs" Connie said blankly and you sighed, defeated.

"Nevermind, forget it"

"So... You banged, but it was bad?"

You and Connie gazed at each other for a good few moments before you opened your mouth to reply, still not sure you were talking to an actual cognitive being. "Where's the factory reset button on you?"

He was at least considerate enough to drop the stupid questions when Reiner appeared at your table, grinning and happy to see your now familiar faces, then joined you having lunch - while ditching his teammates at the other table who wore the same varsity jackets as him, seemingly confused as to why Reiner chose to sit with you two randos.

But you didn't mind, moreover, were glad you finally got to talk to him a little more after just a few exchanged sentences at Connie's party. From the outside, Reiner looked exactly like your typical buff, intimidating jock type, but as soon as he spoke to you and Connie with that soft smile, a joyful warmth filled your chest at the realization: he was just a sweetheart in a huge, scary body.

"'Aight, I'll see you guys around" you grabbed your tray as you prepared to leave, but Reiner's hand stopped you in your tracks as it reached for your arm.

"Wait, which way y'going?"

"To the library" you smiled at him and he immediately returned it, a grin plastered on his face as he threw his gym bag over his shoulder.

"You can walk me to my class, then"

"Yeah? Should I drop you off on my way there?" you laughed and Reiner's warm eyes glared into yours as he winked at you.

"I know I'm in safe hands with you"

As you said bye to Connie and you felt Reiner softly place his hand on your waist to guide you to the way out of the canteen, you raised your eyes to suddenly meet a pair of familiarly intense hazel ones. Jean sauntered your way and you muttered a quiet 'hi' as he shook hands with Reiner while passing. His scent hit your nose and you felt dizzy all of a sudden, but he seemed so nonchalant and absolutely not touched by seeing Reiner by your side that you quickly shook the feeling off. He doesn't care.

Oh, but he did, very much so.

He had to force himself to relieve the clench of his jaw to save his teeth from breaking. Why did Reiner touch your waist like that? Who the fuck does he think he is? You barely even know him. And where the fuck are you going with him, just you two? Jean felt his muscles tense up, making great effort not to look back as he walked towards Connie, and away from you.

"What the fuck was that?" a growl bursted out of Jean as soon as he reached Connie's table.

"Dude, how can you fuck it up this bad? You have it so easy" Connie immediately complained in response and Jean sat down with a confused frown.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're all she talked about, she actually went fucking nuts about ten minutes ago—"

"What? Why?" Jean cut him off, the tension of his muscles increasing as he got more impatient.

"She asked me if you were mad at her, and I said no, and she told me you two fucked—" Connie jabbered, but Jean's frustration took over again.

"Okay, she most definitely did not tell you that" he shook his head.

"Whatever, you kept it a secret from me anyway, so I'm quite disappointed in you at the moment, don't cut me off" Connie replied like the assertive gentleman he was. "Anyways, now she thinks you just wanted to get her laid and dip cause you avoid her, or whatever"

"What?! That's stupid" Jean's eyebrows furrowed and he felt his heartbeat intensify. Is that really what you think? The exact opposite was what he was trying to do. After that drunken night, Jean was scared you'll get the wrong impression and think he just wants to fool around. However, after talking to Marco, he was certain in one thing: he didn't want the two of you to stay casual, and he wanted you on the same page as him. "Why the hell would I dip?"

"THAT'S what I'm saying, you have it so easy, man. She's infatuated with you. Don't fuck it up"

"Where did that word come from?" one of Jean's eyebrows raised in suspicion and Connie shrugged.

"I was reading Sasha's magazine in class earlier" he replied and Jean shook his head with a smile. The nervous beating of his heart and the uneasy feeling in his stomach remained - an awful guilt started to twist his mind as he imagined you having these stupid thoughts. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he didn't cherish all the intimate moments that'd happened between you like the most precious little treasure in his heart. He wanted more, so much more, but he was so scared of you believing sex was all he wanted from you.

"I don't want to fuck it up, but—" Jean nervously rubbed his temple. "I was thinking earlier—"

"Wow, impressive" Connie said bluntly and Jean's face dropped.

"Shut the fuck up" he growled, then slapped Connie's hand away as he poked his hand.

"You're holding the knife in the wrong hand, by the way"

Jean stared at him for a few moments, contemplating if he should just stab that knife into his own neck.

"I'm left-handed, you fucking dumbass"

You smiled at Reiner one last time before you parted ways in front of his class, then continued your way to the library. Reiner was a sweet guy - he gave you the impression of a seemingly confident, but secretly timid man who mastered the art of flirting, yet still became flustered when the same flirty comments were thrown right back at him. Although they were light-hearted, you didn't take them seriously. He probably flirted like that with most of the girls around campus.

You turned left at the familiar bookshelf, making your way to your favorite quiet corner of the library. Though it looked like the single table there was already occupied. You gazed at the back of the black jacket that had hand-painted lettering on it, dark strands of hair falling to his shoulder and moving with a familiar shine as he turned his head to the sound of your steps.

"Eren" you smiled at him, trying not to spontaneously burst into flames at the intensity of his bright greenish eyes piercing through yours. Eren closed the book in his hand, kindly removing his crossed legs from the other chair and moving over so you could get seated. "What are you reading?"

You grabbed the book handed to you, examining the dark cover of The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe. Your eyes flicking to the other two books lying on the table, you instantly realized Eren didn't pick them for himself - you knew Mikasa was mad about gothic literature. A smile curved your lips at the thought of Eren browsing around for hours, looking for books that'd make Mikasa happy.

How sweet.

"Where did you leave your mullet-man?" Eren asked with a smirk and you lifted your gaze at the metallic sound hitting your ear. A balisong was spinning and turning smoothly between Eren's fingers, the insane speed of his effortless movements catching you off guard. It could've been interpreted as kind of a threat, but you knew Eren.

You didn't expect any less from a man who regularly visited bars around campus to find dudes that harassed vulnerable, drunk girls, and beat those dudes up just for fun.

"I don't have any cash, if you're trying to threaten me" you said and Eren laughed as your eyes were glued to the effortless flicking of his wrist, the butterfly knife swinging around in the air like a toy. "But I—I don't know, his business is not mine"

"Ah, right" Eren all-knowingly smiled as he closed the balisong. "That's why he's followed you here"

"What?" you turned your head to follow Eren's eyes with a confused frown and your heart skipped a beat as you saw Jean's tall frame walking towards you.

"Your business is his, apparently" Eren winked at you and put his knife in his pocket, then grabbed the books as he stood up. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone"

You felt your cheeks heat up at his comment. He knew exactly how to make you flustered in just seconds.

"I know those are for Mikasa, ya big ass lovebird" you said to quickly snap back at him, earning a roll of his eyes and an irritated huff. Eren didn't like you knowing about the existance of his emotions, apparently. It was never fully obvious to you whether him and Mikasa were together or not, but they basically lived their lives attached at the hip, so it wasn't hard to figure.

"Look who decided to finally get into a six foot radius of a book" Eren turned to Jean to greet him with a huge grin.

"What are you doing here?" Jean frowned at Eren. "You're not illiterate anymore?! You could've told us, we would've thrown a party or something"

You chuckled, although you tried to keep it quiet. These stand-offs between Jean and Eren could get brutal and usually, the more you gave voice to your amusement, the more hostile they got.

"There was a party, I just timed it to coincide with the hockey team's twentyseventh lost game of this season, that must be why you missed it" Eren deadpanned. "Sorry"

You bursted out laughing this time, the honest hurt on Jean's face at Eren's stupid remark was just too much to bear.

"Your girl laughs at my jokes harder than yours" Eren grinned, and you immediately blushed at the title. You're not even 'his girl'. Though you weren't so quick to correct him. "Get your shit together, my man"

"Alright Jäger, we get it, your balls finally dropped" Jean sat down next to you as his hand motioned for Eren to go away. "Now walk. And never stop"

"Oof, did someone feed you after midnight, Kirstein?" Eren smiled as he looked to you, then winked at you one more time before turning to leave. "Bye, little birds"

"Bye, Romeo!" you sneered at him and looked at his head shaking as he walked away.

Your eyes darted to Jean as a moment of silence set between you and he felt himself get flustered right away. He felt unbelievably weak for a second as he realized how he always melted under the twinkle in your beautiful big eyes. He liked to think he's got his emotions under control at all times, but the way he became bewitched by how pretty you are every single time told him otherwise. Your soft lips curved into a slight smile, pretty little freckles on your nose moving with the movements of your face, your eyelashes slowly blinking, alluring Jean to breathlessly lose himself in the endless depth of your eyes. He just couldn't not stare.

"You love each other, just admit it" you smirked at him and Jean snapped out of his trance, gritting his teeth.

"He's an idiot"

"Sure" you smiled to yourself, knowing exactly what was actually hidden behind Eren and Jean's whole hating-each-other's-guts facade.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something—" Jean's eyes dropped to his hands on the table, his fingers nervously fidgeting as he tried to gather all his strength to force the words out. "I just—I don't want you to feel like fooling around is all I'm interested in"

"Is it not?" you cheekily raised an eyebrow as you bit back your smile, secretly loving the way this big and gruffy man got so shy and timid all of a sudden.

"No, it's not. And you know that" Jean replied bluntly as his eyes shot to yours and your heart jumped in your chest at the intense eye contact. He was right, you did. Your eyes flicked to his again as you heard your name roll off his tongue, sounding so beautifully sweet. "I’m taking you out on a date"

"Do I have a say in it?" you chuckled, and although it sounded more like a demand, your heart still started fluttering with pure happiness.

"No" he smirked, his heart unknowingly matching the fluttering of yours as he looked at you smile. "Date me, it's a command"

"Yes, sir!" you nodded. You didn't want to further force a conversation about his exact thoughts and feelings, you just felt happy to see where things were going. "So no fooling around, you said?"

"Uh-uh" he shook his head, then smirked as his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "For now, at least. What do you say?"

"Sounds good" you returned his playful smile. You'll be curious to see how long he'd obey his rule. "Tomorrow night?"

The key turned in the lock, the door slowly opened and your hand quickly started to fumble around to find the light switch. You walked into the empty dorm as it lit up, then swiftly reached out to your night lamp to switch to that light instead. It was more friendly.

The room was empty, but that didn't take you by surprise. After you and Jean cancelled on you three's movie night, Sasha was more than happy to go home for the weekend instead, leaving the dorm empty for you on accident. She was internally in hysterics as soon as she heard about your little date, but you tried your best to convince her it was just a "casual hangout, nothing special", so she left it to you.

Jean stepped in the dorm after you, closing the door behind him. A comfortable silence filled the room as he shook his jacket off of his shoulders, laying it on Sasha's swivel chair. Warmth spread in your chest as you felt his scent fill your nose, his presence making the butterflies in your stomach flap around in ecstasy.

"Can I use your charger?" he grabbed the cable lying on your bed.

"Sure" you replied as you kicked off your shoes, then watched as he plugged his phone in. The dark band shirt fit loose on his broad shoulders, soft strands of ashy brown hair fell to his neck, and the way the warm light grazed the side profile of his pretty face made you melt.

Jean flopped down on your bed, making you immediately jump to push him off.

"NO!" you pressed your palms on his back as hard as you could, but he just chuckled, not flinching one bit. "Get your outside clothes off my bed!"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot you're clinically insane"

"Take these off" you tugged on Jean's cargos with a frown. He just sat on the bus with those pants, you couldn't have all the nasty bus-germs all over your clean bed.

"Hey, cool it. I told you, no naughty stuff" he smirked up at you and you chuckled. Right, no naughty stuff. We’ll see.

“Take it off”

Jean felt the blood in his body start to wander to a different place from his brain as memories flooded his mind at hearing your demanding tone. He couldn’t be more confident in his decision to slow things down with you - but he felt his presence of mind fading as your eyes blinked at him with that playful glint.

“Your wish is my command, smartass” Jean kicked off his shoes and you bit down on your lower lip as you watched his hands move to fumble with the buckle of his belt. You felt a familiar heat spread in your core as you looked at him and you hesitated for a moment before reaching for the button of your own jeans.

Neither of you really overdressed for your cute little date. You agreed that a simple milkshake in the café near the campus and a walk in the park would perfectly fit for a first date, eliminating any excessive pressure and frustration of a fancier one. Jean told you to dress ‘sleazy’ and ‘preferably like a homeless person’, so you did just that, you even kinda matched with him in your baggy jeans and big hoodie. Jean secretly hoped it’d be easier to keep his composure this way, but homeless-you mesmerized him just as much as if you dressed up, maybe even a little more. He found your smaller frame in those huge clothes adorable - especially now that he knew what you were hiding under them.

The plan worked, with some of the pressure lifted off, it felt amazing to be in his presence. An unknown kind of happiness filled both of your brains as hours flew by, your conversation only stopping when your eyes sank too deep into each other, erasing all existing thoughts in your hazy minds.

“You won’t make me take a shower this time?” Jean smirked as he pulled his legs out of his cargo pants, then quickly squeezed his eyes shut when his eyes flicked up to you just as your baggy jeans fell to your ankles. He already felt himself getting hard as the soft skin of your beautiful legs caught his eye. Oh, no.

“No, not this time” you smiled, then pulled your hoodie to take it off. Jean sat there spellbound as he watched you lay your clothes on a chair, then put your glasses on the desk, light grazing the round ouline of your ass in your cute little panties, a tight cropped top letting the skin on the curve of your beautiful waist show. He felt the blood rush to his groin and you turned around, your hard nipples of your perfect tits showing through the small top, letting him know you had no bra on all along.

You bit your lower lip as you looked at Jean, his pretty lips parted as he stared at you, a growing bulge in his boxers between his deliciously spread thighs telling you he liked the view just as much as you did.

“This is not a good idea”

“Why? We’re not gonna do anything” you replied softly while you stepped closer to Jean, standing between his legs as he looked up to you with already flushed cheeks. His lashes fluttered as your fingers found their way through his hair. “You said it yourself, right?”

“Right” Jean mumbled as his eyes closed at the heavenly feeling of your touch. His face looked so beautiful like this, him melting between your hands, you just couldn’t help leaning down to press a soft kiss on his lips.

The kiss was sweet and slow, full of tender emotions. Although it still sent a burning heat through both of your cores, this time it also felt so delicately warm and affectionate.

Your lips started moving in perfect sync as you laid down on your bed, hands slowly roaming each other’s bodies, gentle strokes and deep, passionate kisses heating them up. Your sense of time vanished as you made out and the wet noises of your lips filled the room, along with your desperate whimpers and Jean’s quiet groans as your hips slowly rolled into his, one of your legs wrapped around him as you laid on your sides. The wet spot on your panties rubbed on his aching bulge so well, Jean couldn’t help his fingers digging into your hips, driving them to grind into him harder.

“You feel so good, baby” he moaned into your mouth and another whimper fell from yours in response. His warm tongue in your mouth, his strong hands groping you and the friction of grinding on his bulge was enough to already push you to the edge.

“Y—you too, Jean” you moaned back, but neither of you moved your hands to each other’s desperately aching, sensitive parts. Neither of you took it further.

Jean meant what he said - even if you both knew you weren’t going to endure very long, he wanted you to know he’s not there for the fun only. He felt like listening to your laughter and looking into your sparkling eyes above your milkshakes was just as fun as your hands brushing, then gently intertwining while you walked in the park, or as pulling on your hair to leave sloppy kisses all over your neck while you moaned in pleasure.

“D’you wanna stay the night?” you asked quietly as your hands cupped each side of his jaw, admiring the golden glint of his beautiful hazel eyes. “Please”

“Of course” he softly smiled at you.

Jean felt like he was on cloud nine. For him, fun was the way your muffled laughing sounded and how radiant your pretty face looked in the mirror while you both brushed your teeth in the bathroom, or the tingling he felt as your bare skin brushed against each other, and also watching you do your nightly routine before lying down in your bed and having the silliest, most stupid coversations as you laughed together. Fun was also the intense eye contact before tangling into each other again, sloppily making out and grinding heavily until both of your underwear was soaked with the mixture of your wetness and the precum leaking from his sensitive tip.

But the most fun part was hugging you tightly, feeling the warmth of your body and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair as you pressed your ass into Jean’s hard-on before quickly drifting off in the safe embrace of his strong arms. Even like this, he felt so full, so at peace.

Jean couldn’t have been happier.

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"On The Field"

PART TWO:

Footballrry / Reader

Plot: Dating the football star is not what you pictured happening your sophomore year of college, but it's happening, and you have to keep calm...how does one keep calm when he looks like...that?

Word count: 3.51K

Warnings: a swift kick in the ass. JK, just a punch or two.

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3 MONTHS AGO

“I cannot believe we are even having this discussion right now. You promised you would be there.” Isla whined at me.

“Isla, I am still going. I am just going to be late.” I tried to reason with her.

“Y/N, I can’t go out there without you?!” She yelled, throwing herself on her dorm bed, I rolled my eyes sitting on my bed across the room.

“Isla, you won’t be on the field for the first 20 minutes anyways, I am going to be there for you. I just need to turn in these essays to my professor so I can get this class over with, and since she has meetings tonight in the class room with other students, she is allowing me to drop them off. Also, it is dead ass across the street, please stop being dramatic.” I chuckle, watching my best friend throw her arms down on the bed.

“Okay, the dramatics are done. But I am letting you know that if I embarrass myself in those 20 minutes that my good luck charm isn’t there, that’s on you, Y/N!” She sighed loudly.

“I will take the fall, you have my word. I love you, I’ll see you soon.” I promised and grabbed my bag before racing out. Hurrying down the two sets of stairs and out the door, I make my way across the street to the vehicle that puts a smile on my face everytime I see it.

My 1967 Chevy Camaro. My parents were tuners growing up. They met at an illegal street race back when they were both 18, the grand prize? A dark teal 1967 Chevy Camaro Z28, but not just any ‘67 Chevy. MY ‘67 Chevy. They tied that race and agreed to split the time between them and the car.. That is not how races go, but my parents wouldn’t take no for an answer and the rest was history for them. She is a thing of beauty. With the bold, blacked out grille that has a Z28 badge in the middle, she stands alone in a crowd so beautiful as the white pin stripes make her stand out wherever she goes. She has 15-inch Rally wheels, which are iconic to the Z28, wrapped in Goodyear Wide Tread GT tires. She is perfect and I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

Hopping into the driver seat I push the key into the ignition and listen to my girl come to life. The smooth revving of her engine fills my ears as I pull out of the parking spot I am in. I slowly released the accelerator as I came up to a stop sign, I texted my professor on the group forum that we have that I was on my way and quickly set my phone down. Looking both ways before driving, I pressed on the gas to get to campus.

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Pulling into a parking spot, I swiftly turn my car off before grabbing my bag from the backseat, hauling ass inside the building my professor's room is in. I have time. I shouldn’t be rushing, but Isla’s dramatic ass has me worried she’ll purposefully fall just to spite me. She is dramatic AND petty like that. The hallway is quiet and nearly empty as I walk towards her Office. I gently knock on her door, not wanting to interrupt the study session she is currently in. “Come in!” I hear her soft voice speak up. Opening the door, I see the students all sitting in their usual lecture hall spots as she has a powerpoint pulled up on the board. I walked down the steps at a leisurely pace and smiled at her as I made eye contact.

“OH! Y/N! Welcome in, do you have the essays for me?” Mrs. Portello asked with a smile.

“Yes, thank you again for allowing me to barge in here and hand them in. I also want to say thank you for allowing me time on that last essay.You are the best, seriously.” I smiled back while handing her my folder with both essays inside.

“Oh nonsense! Things happen, no need to dwell on it. I am glad you were able to go home for the week and be with your family. I will read these over tonight and your last official grade will be posted tomorrow before noon.” She patted my shoulder before setting my folder on her keyboard. Front and center so she doesn’t forget. “Now, Go enjoy the game, and tell Isla I am rooting for her.” She winked. I laughed loudly before nodding. She must have told the professor something dramatic.

Zipping up my bag I walk up the step towards the door. Opening the door as quietly as I can I am just as gentle closing it, careful to not disturb the students and Professor Portello once more. Making my way out of the building across to the parking lot, I climb into my Camero. Glancing at my phone, I see I have a text from Isla.

Isla ☼ : Hurry up, we have 10 minutes until Kick off!

Y/N: On my way, see you soon drama queen.

I fire up the engine again, listening in pure bliss over the purr she gives me and as the sound fills the air, I am making my way to the stadium.

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Pulling into the stadium parking lot, I can already see the lights of the field glowling brightly against the night sky. I find a spot before making my way inside, showing them my photographer badge, I make my way in front of the bleachers next to the cheerleaders. Isla is front and center, giving her team guidance and confidence boosts like she does every game.

The excitement of the game, seeing everything come together for both the cheerleaders, and the footballers and also the prospect of seeing all the students and fans fill the stands lifting my spirits, making me quickly forget about the essays I handed in to Portello that decide my fate.

Isla spots me immediately and waves at me and motions me towards her.

“You made it!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around me.

“Ofcourse I did. I told you it would be quick. Now get out there and show them what you got.” I winked and swatted her leg. She squealed out a giggle and hopped over to her team and then quickly made her way out to the track to cheer for our college.

“You are the best, Y/N!” She yelled to me, but quickly let the smile leave her lips as she got ready to count the girls in. I watch as she stands with the rest of the cheer squad, feeling a sense a pride and anticipation. Grabbing my camera out of the camera back, I am quick to capture her stance, before moving to the left and then the right to capture the other girls in their ready stances.

Isla puts her poms together over her head before shouting loud to the crowd,

“R-O-W-D-I-E, that’s the way we get rowdie, ROWDIE. let’s get rowdie.” and claps three times. This time her teams joins in before they yell for the Badgers. “LET’S GO BADGERS!”

The crowd does as they say and starts stomping lowdly, smiling at the enthusiasm, I lift my camera one more time and capture the crowd in their moment of pure choas.

Co cheer captain Danielle waves her palms before starting the wisconsin cheer.

“U, RA RA, U RA RA.” She shouts and the stadium is quick to shout back. “WIIIISCONSIN.”

Isla is next, “U, RA RA, U RA RA.” And ofcourse we all follow suit. “WISCONSIN.” Everyone joins in for the 3rd and 4th round and says it quickly.

“Alright Wisconsin!” The announcers voice comes. “Let’s give it up to the team that brings us to victory everytime, the WIIIISCONSINN BAAADGERRRRS.” He exclaims, and I am quick to capture the crowd before swiftly turning around and getting the star player smasking through the paper banner.

Harry Styles. Star player, golden boy, most beloved, and smart as a wip. He closes his fists together pumping them outward and roars for the crowd as he runs to the center of the field. *click* What a man.

He puts his arms in the air and screams. “Let’s fucking go!” *click* With his arms still up he makes eye contact with me before forming the goal post with his arms, eyes squeezing closed with his tongue sticking out. *click* What that tongue do. wtf is wrong with me.

With a wink to my lense, and a finally *click* I am quick to pan to over to where the once put together banner was and got flicker shots of the rest of the team coming out. The chilly-ness in the air tonight making it look cool as you can see their breath as they shout and run out towards their captain on the field.

“Tonight, we play Idiana University, The Purdue Boilmakers!” The annoucer says, and that moment the opposing team, Purdue is quick to make their exit under the tunnel and the loud crowd on the opposite side of the field is shouting for them as well.

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WISCONSIN: 22 VS PURDUE: 13

Looking up at the scores never gets old, even almost two years in I get excited to see our team kick the opposing teams ass and it is a rush everytime. Hearing the cheers of the squad and the crowds, I am quick to continue flicker shots of my camera.

With time counting down, We are all in suspense as the Center, Ryder, snaps the ball to Harry, who immediately drops back to pass. The offensive line holds their blocks well, creating a solid pocket.

Harry has three choices for this pass, the wide reciever, the slot reciever, or the outside reciever. After seeing his options, he notices the linebackers biting on the drag, and the cornerback on the outside reciever giving him a bit of cushion. Harry reads the defense with precision, he delivers a high pass over the line backers and just ahead of the safeties.

Our teams tight end makes and athletic leap, catching the ball at its highest point, securing it with both hands. He lands in the endzone, securing the touchdown. The crowd erupts as the Badgers take the lead.

Harry shakes his tight ends shoulders with pride before getting bumped by Purdue’s captain, the surprise attack coming out of nowhere has harry knocking into his team mate. The visible anger is enough for the other Badgers to step in to help hold harry back.

“What the hell dude?” Harry’s deep voice snaps at the captain.

“Oh, my apologies, I didnt know my opposing captain was such a pussy.” The footballer snickered. I rolled my eyes. What a comeback dude.

“Harry!” The Badgers coach shouted across the field. “He ain’t worth it son.” He shouted once more. Harry’s team grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him toward their bench.

“I might not be worth it, but you know who is?” He patronizes. “Your cheer team. They look like a fun time.” He digs deep.

Our football team shake their heads in unison, still walking away without confronting the situation any longer. The announcer noticed the tention on the field before saying you cut it with a knife. I picked my camera up and pressed the capture button. Proud of our boys for taking the high road, documenting the moment, the click was like a pin dropping.

“Or maybe your little photographer. She looks like fun.” He chuckled. Um, ew?

“In your dreams, dude.” I scoffed, but my luck has never been the best, because what I thought was under my breath actually wasn’t.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He snapped. Choosing to ignore him, I am staring down at my camera, looking at him through the screen that is angled up at me. I pretend to click the non touch screen, trying not to add to the attention I have created for myself. He has angled his body my way before making his way towards me. Having the inkling to press record, I do, and my god this next part is cinema. “That’s what I thought, stupid bit-” He is cut off by a flying fist hitting him square in the jaw. Moving my camera quickly you can see Harry’s arm before he is on top of the rival captain and punching him once more in the jaw before getting up. Please god tell me I got that all on camera. Looking down and playing back the video, I see I did infact get it and cannot wait to show Harry later.

“Don’t EVER talk about a lady like that.” Harry barked. Officially walking away, and straight to the coach to get repremanded. My legs are metaphorically spread.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

WISCONSIN: 37 VS PURDUE: 17

The crowd roared to life as the final touchdown was played. The Wisconsin Badgers beat the Purdue Boilmakers for the second time this season and with how halftime went, no one on our side is complaining. Infact, they are cheering and chanting the only four words that matter whenever we win a game.

“EAT SHIT. FUCK YOU.” Over and over until the last fan of the rival team is off benches and off our field. I have just captured the last photo of the night and while I am putting my camera down to hang around my neck I am looking every which way for my trusty hero.

I won’t pretend that Harry and I are friends, because that is not the case. He is nice and stands apart from the typical college guys who are either rude or just looking for a hookup. Harry parties hard, but he’s also incredibly smart and priorities his grades and football over being the campus’ biggest jerk. It’s this balance that make him Intriguing.

Our paths crossed often enough- shared classes, mutual friends, the occasional study group- but we’ve never had a deep conversation. Still, there’s a mutual respect there. He is the kind of guy who will hold the door open for you, offer a polite nod in the hallway, and never push boundaries.

So when Isla dragged me to yet another party at the frat house where Harry lives, I didn’t mind as much. The house was loud and choatic, filled with music and mingling voices. Isla was immediately swallowed by the crowd and I found a nice quiet corner to people watch and sip on my jack and coke.

As the night went on, I noticed Harry moving around the crowd, talking to everyone, yet never staying in one place for too long. He had this effortless way of making people feel at ease, and it was clear why he was well-liked. When our eyes met, he gave me a small knowing smile and raised his cup in acknowledgement.

I smiled back, feeling a strange mix of comfort and curiosity. It was clear that Harry had layers, and while I wasn’t looking to peel them back, it was nice to know that not everyone at this college fit into the same mold. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, i’d find out some day.

But until then, Let’s find him so we can watch this video in slow motion and watch the football captain of Purdue get his shit rocked.

“Hey, Y/N!” I hear my name get called. Turning around I see Isla walking over with the one I was looking for. He has an iceback on his fist and he is looking straight at me. I smile at them both and wave.

“Isla!” I screamed, “I got that whole thing on video and I need you both to watch it ASAP.” I giggled. Isla squeeled and agreed while Harry groaned.

“I can’t believe I let my anger get the best of me.” He sighed loudly.

“But it made for great cinema Harry.” I winked. Pulling my camera up I went to the video and played it. “I’ll send you a copy. BAM. Bitch went down.” I rewind and played it one more time in slow motion.

“You did not just quote Tatum from Scream because I punched someone?” Harry laughed loudly.

“OFCOURSE I qouted the second queen of scream. Thank you for doing that by the way, it means alot.” I smiled. He shook his head and waved me off. Lowering my camera, I looked down to the screen. I felt Isla put her arm around my shoulder.

“Well, I am off. I really do want a copy of that. Our own personal superhero, I want a keepsake.” Isla giggled when Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.

When Isla walked away Harry kept his gaze on her, not once looking down, still focused on her head. When she turned left at the field gate to walk to the parking lot, Harry looked down at his cleats before inhaling a deep breath

“So, you’re a Scream fan, huh?” I can just hear the smirk in his voice, and when I looked up I was right, tucking some hair behind my ear I nodded. Stop smirking at me, I’m feeling things.

“It is a guilty pleasure for sure.” I blushed. Keeping my eyes locked on his I could see a glint of adoration in his eyes, why? I couldn’t tell you. I felt the shyness creeping up and I quickly dropped my head to look at my camera.

I heard is quiet laughter and then soon after felt his knuckle under my chin. Making eye contact once more, He smiles softly at me. “Maybe we could watch them together.” He whispered.

My eyes widen, “Like a date?” I whispered back. abort abort abort abort.

“Woah woah woah, take me out to dinner first.” He pulled away and smirked, resulting in me slapping him lightly on the arm and giggling causing him to howl out a cackle.

“I would love to have a scream marathon with you, Harry.” I smiled up at him.

After a few minutes of just staring at eachother, we quietly exchanged phone numbers and headed our seperate ways for the night. This is fine. I’m fine.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

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dronebiscuitbat · 4 months ago

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 93)

Uzi wasn't expecting the welcome she got when she stepped back in the outdoor workshop, several hours later. Almost immediately she was wrapped up in another pair of warm conical arms.

“Holy fuck do not ever do that shit again.” Came tumbling out of the dissasembly drones mouth, arms holding her so tight it was almost crushing. Uzi laughed a little, almost sarcastically, but instead of teasing her, she just buried her face into V's jacket fur and hugged her tight.

Her internals screamed Sister, Safe, Warm

Arguing with it seemed futile.

Lizzy and Thad were next, wrapping around her in a group hug that beat back any nipping cold that found it's way into the rickety workshop.

“Nearly made us blue-screen Zi�� got us worried sick.” Thad mumbled, he was the second most affectionate, grumbling as he ran fingers through her hair and pressed himself against her like he wanted to shield her from everything.

Even Lizzy was hugging her, though not as tightly and more wrapping herself around V, but she did have something to say. “Next time you nearly die, please don't throw a whole ass baby at me! I am not built for that!”

Uzi chuckled at that, closing her eyes and enjoying the company for just a fleeting moment before backing up out of the hug with a smile. “I have something to show you guys.”

It was V's turn first, since she was the one Uzi felt the most comfortable with touching her (How that had happened she genuinely couldn't tell you.) She grabbed her hand and placed it on her; now clothed, midsection.

“Uh what are you-uh!” She abruptly stopped when she felt the movement underneath her hand, blinking rapidly with a completely unreadable expression. “Oh…”

“They're moving!?” Thad exclaimed, looking excited, “And your core’s purple!”

“Mmhm. I think J’s little ice bath forced them into the body…” Uzi explained as V fought back a smile, feeling the baby react to her hand.

“You good V?” Uzi asked after a moment and V pulled her hand away like it was burned,

“Yeah! Yeah I just… wasn't expecting that.”

Weather she was talking about the baby moving or her own feelings about it she wasn't sure, she wasn't expecting to feel as connected to this moment as she did, another wave of fierce protectiveness washed over her. Something that she'd been feeling a lot lately…

“Thad?” Uzi hummed, and he too looked nervous, but lightly rested his hand where V's was, his grin multiplied when he felt it too.

“Oooh my god…that is… really weird and really cool…” He admitted, taking his hand off quickly and respectfully. “Seriously.”

Uzi laughed at his reaction, it was only when she got to Lizzy that she hesitated… she wasn't sure how comfortable she was letting the former bully touch her.

Which was completely baffling, considering she'd thrown Tera at her in a panic several hours before, but this felt… different, more personal.

“Lizzy, do you wanna?”

The girl looked taken aback that she'd even been asked.

“You'd let me…?” She asked quietly, looking a bit nervous for the first time in… ever for Uzi. “After… all the shit I put you through?”

Uzi just shrugged. “Do you wanna or not?”

“P-please.” Lizzy replied, gingerly placing her hand where the other two had.

At first there was nothing, which Lizzy took as some form of karmic justice for the genuine hell she'd put the kids mom through, she had long figured they'd never be freinds, at most, she figured that they'd end up being those pair of inlaws that were cordial to each other cause they were married to siblings

But then.

Kick

Oh… there they were.

Lizzy felt tears spring to her eyes that she immediately had to hide. No way was she being caught getting emotional over something like this. Nope.

She removed her hand without another word, only a brisk nod before she gripped V's hand like a vice.

She wasn't jealous.

Not of Uzi.

Not because Uzi was actually a great parent

And not because Lizzy's mother was genuinely terrible.

Not because she had so many half-siblings she'd lost count.

Nope.

And definitely, definitely not because she wanted to be a mom one day…

She gulped down that horrible feeling, of envy and anger and spite because, news flash; that's what landed her in this freindless mess in the first place. Now she had something… maybe not freinds yet, but something to work on.

She felt V squeeze back and she loosened her crushing grip slightly. Venting out hot air deeply, stabilizing her internals and calming herself down from a minor panic attack. That's what V had taught her…

“Did everyone make it back okay?” N asked, holding a wrapped up toddler in his arms that was chewing on her own sleeve.

“Pod and all. Khan’s looking for you, wants to know if you're alright, Uzi.” V said, pointedly using her name this time.

“Least J didn't fuck that up…” Uzi mumbled, before looking up. “Where is he?”

“Dismantling the pod with the rest of the team.” Thad chimed in, and Uzi nodded sighing.

“Guess I should find him… N, you got Tera for a minute?” She turned to her boyfriend, who in response, gave her forehead a kiss.

“I got it hun.” He hummed, and she jolted a bit at the term of endearment, she was getting better, but it still sometimes caught her off gaurd.

“I'll be right back!” She announced before going off to find her Dad in the sea of engineers.

“We're gonna go take a long nap after that… hope you don't mind buddy.” Thad hummed, looking exhausted as each member of the group filed out of workshop, V's tail hanging low and lethargic.

“Nah, you guys rest! It's been a long day.” He replied, watching as each member of his pack filed into the bunker to get warm and cozy.

Leaving him with his daughter, who looked up at him expectantly, he smiled down at her, brushing some black hair out of her visor and sighing.

“Let's get some food in you, hm?”

He trekked off into the bunker, trying to settle his fraying nerves as he thought about what happened to him…

It was like he'd been possessed… rage hitting him so hard it was almost painful. Making J hurt was the only thought in his head, he wasn't even trying to kill her, just inflict as much pain as possible, it was both euphoric and outright terrifying.

It wasn't him that was in control. But he didn't make any effort to fight back against the feeling either…

He tried to shake it off, to not think about the sound of J's tail snapping off or the disgusting taste of her oil in his mouth.

“Mr. Doorman?” Came from in front of him somewhere, at first he didn't even respond, not registering that the voice was referencing him. “N?”

He looked up, torn out of his thoughts by none other then Delilah, who was standing in front of him, Kiara held against her shoulder and visor full of concern.

“O-oh! Yeah?” He stopped, giving her the best smile he could muster while he was tired and worried.

“I'm Delilah, I've talked to your wife, but I'm not sure we've ever spoken… are you alright?” She asked, Kiara fussing a little into her shoulder, so she adjusted the toddler, who still looked moderately upset.

“I'm… yeah. I'm fine, just… had a long day is all.” He replied slowly, Tera grumbled at him, pointing to her mouth and chomping the air.

“I know, we're going to get you food, just be patient Jellybean…” He hummed, smiling a little.

“I uh… heard what happened with Uzi, is she?” Delilah asked, stepping forward slightly, it was then that the girls seemed to notice each other, Tera grinning and beginning to vibrate like she had a tail to wag. And Kiara stopping her fussing to stare blankly at the girl for a moment.

“She's alright, everyone's okay. She's just talking to her dad right now.” Kiara giggled, a small smile on her face as Tera made faces at her, scrunching up her eyelights and making chirps and hums just to make the other girl laugh.

Delilah’s face broke into a relived smile. “Oh thank god… I thought for a second…” She trailed off when she caught Kiara trying to wave back at Tera.

She laughed, and N smiled when Tera waved back encredibly enthusiastically. “I think they like each other.” He laughed as well, and Delilah smiled. “We could set up a playdate. My little doughball definitely needs a freind…”

“Aww, that's cute.” He smiled. “Yeah! That sounds great. Uhm…” He connected to general short range, sending her his contact information. “Just tell me what time, Tera needs a freind too.”

“Absolutely!” She grinned, before something appeared on her visor. “Ah… that's Jason, asking where I am.” She waved goodbye, Kiara waving as well.

“Bye Kia!” Tera belted, before looking back up at her dad with a grin.

“Okay, food time, let's not keep you waiting.”

Next ->

#murder drones #uzi doorman #oil is thicker then blood #serial designation n #nuzi #biscuitbites #tera doorman #lizzy gets some character development #n and delilah have a conversation

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sunsetkerr · 1 year ago

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YOU'RE NOT YOURSELF | s.kerr

summary: you're not well, but you still go out to watch sam's game; but when she finds out you've come out when you're sick, she drops everything to take care of you [966 words]

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: love some hurt/comfort x

LONDON WAS COLDER THAN YOU REMEMBER. the last time you were here, the winds weren’t this harsh- you could’ve sworn it. the winter months in england had returned with vengeance, and you were their newest victim.

the chelsea scarf you had wrapped around your neck wasn't enough to stop the cold air penetrating your skin, making you shiver. it was your first time back in london after being way in australia for the world cup, you missed its warm nights already.

you were sat in the family and friends section of chelsea, ready to watch sam play in a friendly; her first game back after missing the pre-season match against roma.

on the plane-ride home, you had began to feel lethargic. you chalked it up to being stuck on an aeroplane with sam for a whole day, but now that you had landed and had the day to get back into your routine, the feeling hadn't faded and you were feeling worse.

the chelsea and tottenham girls came out onto the pitch for the anthems before the game started and you swore you were going to get hypothermia from standing in the cold. the game went slower than any other game you had watched before. sam played well, she always did- but it was jessie flemming who put the game to rest with the first goal of the game in the eighty-seventh minute.

you and the other wives and girlfriends, headed down towards the changerooms to meet the girls. levi, millie’s partner shot you a concerned look before speaking.

“you all good, y/n?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. he had seen how much you had been struggling through the match. never up on your feet like you usually were or cheering as loud; and when he did talk to you during the match, he noticed how pale your skin had grown and how hoarse your voice was.

you blinked a few times before looking at levi. clearing your throat, you respond: “yeah, i’m fine”. a lie.

levi pat you on the back twice before chuckling softly, a tell-tale sign he knew you weren’t telling the truth. “yeah,” he nodded, “sure”.

you watched as the girls sung the club song in a circle and broke away from each other with loud cheers; each person off to find their family or friends. sam’s eyes scanned the changeroom before landing on you. you were leant against the wall right near the door, guro just having made her way over to say hello to you. sam rolled her eyes, she would get to you before sam had the chance to.

“you don’t sound well,” guro took in your appearance, “quite pale”.

you tried your best to brush her off, “i’m fine.” you smile was more tired than happy, sam noticed as she made her way over to you both.

“hey pretty lady,” sam pulled you in. as she went to kiss you, you turned your head slightly and kissed her cheek instead. sam was a little taken back, but let it go anyway- seeing how tired you looked. guro had left the two of you alone, knowing that sam would want to have you to herself. “you’re shivering,” sam chuckled, pulling you into her embrace, “it’s not that cold outside, drama queen”. you did your best to laugh at her joke without completely falling into her arms. having just played an entire ninty minutes, sam was toasty against your frosted skin.

“it’s freezing,” you quipped back at her.

“give me ten minutes to shower and we’ll leave, yeah?” she pulled away slightly to look at your face. you didn’t say anything in response, only nodded. sam paused for a second, taking in your demeanour. your face was flushed from the cold and your eyes were tired. “you okay?” she asked.

“i’m just tired,” you shrugged, clearing your throat again afterwards. sam continued to look at you, like she was trying to search for something wrong. she knew that jet-lag usually kicked your ass, but this felt different to her. she let out a quiet hum before kissing your forehead. “i’ll be quick, okay?” she raised her eyebrows.

“go,” you chuckled, “you stink”.

“when i smell like this, it means i’m paying our bills” sam gently pushed you away with a smile, walking towards the showers.

true to her word, sam took around ten minutes to shower and come back out to you; rugged up in her training hoodie and pants. hand in hand, you left the stadium and went back to your car. your nose was running from the walk back to the car park, the winds only getting worse as the night dwindled.

“you’re all sniffly, babe” sam squeezed your hand, looking over at you.

you laughed, sniffing again, “it’s the wind!” you tried to defend yourself, “it’s freezing here. i miss being home already, it’s too cold”.

“it’s not that cold, babe” sam chuckled, realising that your nose had gotten more red since she first saw you after the game. “you alright?” she asked you as you finally reached the car.

“yeah,” you sniffed, “just tired”. you were starting to sound worse and sam was noticing it.

“babe,” sam stopped you from walking to the drivers side of the car. “are you feeling okay? you don’t look good”.

you knew there was no point in lying to her anymore, sam wasn’t stupid; but you didn’t want her to worry. “i think i’m getting sick” you sigh.

“you think?” she smiles, looking at you with a smug grin. “i could’ve told you that,” she nodded.

“whatever,” you roll your eyes and walk to your side of the car. sam makes it a point to blast the heater once you’ve started the car. you hold your hands in front of your air vent for a moment before starting to drive home. sam plays some of her music on a low volume, not sure if you have a headache or not. she keeps her hand on your thigh as you drive back to her apartment, constantly sneaking you worried glances as you sniff and stifle coughs.

helen purrs as you put your bag down on the kitchen bench, you scratch her head with a soft smile. sam drops her bags in the entry way, a habit that you wish she didn’t have, before coming over behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. she places a soft kiss on your cheek, resting her chin on your shoulder. “let’s go to bed,” she whispered. you lean your head against hers before letting out a deep sigh, nodding your head slowly.

you tell sam you wanna have a shower before bed. she can hear you coughing over the sound of the water hitting the tiled floor. while you’re gone, sam shuffles through her kitchen cabinets, trying to look for some medicine for you to take. she finds some nyquil from when she had the flu in december and takes it into your bedroom, ready to ambush you with it once you get out.

sam has the heater on in the bedroom for you when you finally make your way into your bedroom. you’re drying your hair, when sam looks up from her phone to see you.

“are you kidding?” she asks, quickly sititng up from her spot on the bed, “tell me you didn’t wash your hair”. you stop in your tracks, watching as sam stomps into the bathroom. “you can’t go to sleep with wet hair, y/n” her voice echoes from the ensuite into your bedroom, “you’ll get worse”. when she comes back, she has a hairdryer in her hand. shaking her head, sam plugs it in and sits you down at your vanity. you close your eyes and try not to fall asleep as sam dries your hair for you. the hot air sends your cold body into a euphoric state, as sam runs her fingers through your hair.

you sniff before taking a deep breath and letting out a sneeze into your elbow. sam whistles before chuckling, “bless you! that was a good one.” she smiles. you shake your head at her before letting her finish up.

once she was happy with how dry your hair was, she picked out some clothes for you to wear to bed. sam made you take your medicine before climbing into bed with you. she switched on the tv, putting on the west coast game she hadn’t had the chance to watch yet.

you rested your head on her chest, trying your best to stay awake with sam. you coughed into the sleeve of the hoodie sam had given you, the sounds coming from your chest made sam look down at you in worry. “i really don’t like the sound of that” she shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. she switched the tv off halfway through the second quarter, not bothering to watch the rest. you went to protest, knowing how much she had been wanting to watch this game. “come on, you need to go to sleep” she shuffled, getting comfy next to you.

“why’d you turn it off?” you whined.

“because you should be resting, not watching the eagles lose to the crows” she chuckled.

“i was resting,” you argued. sam didn’t bother arguing back, she knew that if she left it you would too. she pulled you into her arms and kissed your forehead, feeling for a fever.

“i’ll get you in to the doctor tomorrow,” sam told you, looking down at your relaxed frame. you had snuggled yourself into sam’s chest, trying to get as much warmth as you could.

“i don’t need to go to the doctor, sam” you smiled softly, your body too tired to laugh.

“fine,” she brought her hand to the back of your head, holding you. “i have recovery in the morning, but i’ll go pick up some stuff for you on my way back, okay?”

“okay,” you let out a deep breath, your nose too blocked to breathe any other way, “i love you,” you said.

sam smiled, still looking down at you, as you grew closer and closer to falling asleep. “i love you too,” she gave you one last kiss on your forehead before letting you doze off.

#one shots . * • .#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr one shot #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader

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itsnotamatterofif · 27 days ago

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YEEEEEESSS I live for steamer/freight family. Slick is very definitely the rogue sibling that no one can control but they don’t half worry about. Have a little scene between her and Rusty

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Once again, Slick is in a ditch.

It's not even a nice ditch. Usually when she's pissed off an engine enough to be thrown off the train she's left at a station or a delivery yard, but being ditched in the middle of track following a scam on a particularly cantankerous engine isn't exactly uncommon. At least this ditch is pretty close to a town, so she should be able to hang on the back of a passerby without a problem, but it's just annoying; she was this close to taking a good bet from him about a race she'd rigged for next week, and if he hadn't recognised her at the last minute she would have been a hundred and fifty pounds richer.

With a huff, she squats near the tracks, scuffing at the rocks and pebbles with the brake plate of her boots. She'd probably be home in the next ten minutes if that fucker hadn't gotten all grumpy about it, but now she's stuck here, reading the graffiti that lines the walls of the bridge up ahead. If she was a bit more daring, she could probably attempt to make it home herself, but someone finding her passed out on the tracks is infinitely more embarrassing than actually having to ask for a lift, so in her spot she stays. Thankfully it's a nice day, and it's not raining as long as that grey looking cloud stays where it is, so the waiting game it is.

Within five minutes she's bored of looking at clouds, and within ten she's bored of kicking her feet in the rocks. It's not like this is a quiet line, quite the opposite usually, but apparently Sunday timetables have decided to kick her ass today. There's a faint sound in the distance, a reverberation along the rails, but it seems far off as Slick sits uncomfortably on the pebbled floor with a grumble.

The rumble gets louder, the rails clattering slightly, and Slick perks up. Sounds like whoever it is is going fast, but that shouldn't be a problem, she's had plenty of years experience of jumping at the right moment to cling onto the back of whoever is going past. Hopefully it's a diesel, hopefully it's not Greaseball-

As the engine gets closer, the sound changes. Rhythmic in its movement with distinct push and pull, Slick feels whatever hope she had drain away as she looks out to the eastwards track and sees a plume of steam shooting up over the treetops. It's ain't Momma, that's for sure - she hardly ever leaves the yard these days - and as the distinct scream of a whistle echoes across the tracks, she rolls her eyes and kicks the dirt again.

Of course, it had to be Rusty.

There's no time to hide as he turns the corner onto the straight that she's stuck on, hurtling along the track whilst Slick prepares for the inevitable one hundred questions he's going to ask. Looks to be just him today, no coaches or trucks trailing behind him; it's almost strange to see him without Porter at the very least, as if he looks top heavy or slightly unbalanced with just his own bunker, but she's sure there's a good reason. Rusty is one of those people who has an excuse for everything no matter the situation, which pisses her off to no end.

By the time Rusty spots her and slams on the breaks, it's too late for him to stop in front of her, stuck on the side of the tracks as he hurtles past with a screech. The heavy sound of pistons and blazing fire kicks up as his wheels slowly spin backwards, almost painfully slow as he rolls back to her; it's kind of funny in a way, watching him try and reverse when she knows just how much effort it takes for him to get started once he's stopped, but it doesn't seem to bring him down. As she folds her arms and rolls her eyes impatiently, Rusty finally stops within reach, apologetic smile etched on his face as he reaches to let out a billow of steam awkwardly.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Slick," he says, voice laced with surprise, "I thought you were on shift with that visiting diesel, what happened?"

"Pissed him off," she answers brashly, huffing out an annoyed breath, "apparently he couldn't stand the sight of me for ten more minutes just to get me home, so the asshole uncoupled."

It's not the whole truth, and she knows Rusty knows that from the slight raise of his eyebrow as he purses his lips in thought.

"Well, you ought to hop on then." He straightens his back, scooting forwards slightly so that she can hitch up. "I'm heading back to the yard, if you can cope with being stuck to a steamer, that is."

He sticks his tongue out in jest as Slick rolls her eyes and clambers back onto the tracks.

"Good fuckin' thing it's only for ten minutes then," she argues, rolling her eyes again - riding with Rusty is never ideal, she hates the stink of coal smoke and ash that settles into her armour when she gets stuck on a train with him, but right now it's either hitch up or sit down. It barely takes a minute before the sound of Rusty's pistons pumping echos along the track again, and, albeit very slowly, they're away.

"So, what did you do this time?" Rusty asks after a minute or so of awkward silence, "insurance fraud? Revenge hit-?"

"None of your fuckin' business," Slick snaps back, and annoyingly she knows the exact expression of mock surprise that Rusty is wearing without seeing his face.

"Just thought I'd ask in case-"

"Well don't," she hisses, and crouches to hide behind him slightly as a bigger train speeds past, "what are you doing out on your own?"

"Orange Flash broke down at Leamington, so Control asked me to take the repair truck over since I didn't have anything scheduled for today," Rusty explains easily, no hint of any frustration found which frustrates Slick in turn, "dropped them off about an hour ago, and then they can ride home with Flash once they're fixed - good thing I took the job, how else were you planning to get home?"

He says that like there was a chance he wasn't going to accept the run, which makes Slick frown a bit in thought; it's no secret to anyone that Rusty has been getting less and less jobs following some new financial directive putting more focus on the newer diesels, and his frame is looking distinctly worse for wear in the gloomy afternoon sun, whole flakes of rust visible from where she can see. It must be painful, judging from how much Momma complains about it when she hasn't been cleaned for weeks, but if it is, Rusty doesn't say anything.

"Dunno," she answers as Rusty draws to another stop at a set of signals up ahead, "I'm pretty good at hitchhiking-"

Rusty hums, equal parts concerned and unimpressed. "That's dangerous, Slick, what if you missed and got hurt or the engine threw you off?"

"Hasn't happened yet," she grumbles - she’s a really on a short fuse from being dumped, if Rusty wants tell her how to live her life he can shove it, "I can handle myself - I don't need a second Momma, Rusty, I knew I'd get a godamn lecture from you-"

The lights flick green, and Rusty shrinks away, shoulders hunching slightly as his pistons begin to push; if they were face to face he probably would be walking away by now, Rusty’s not one for blow-up arguments with her.

“I know,” he mutters, barely audible over the hissing of his engine, “I just worry about you sometimes.”

She clicks her tongue, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “Then don’t.”

“Trust me, I try not to,” he argues back, and there’s a sudden bit of fire in his voice that she wasn’t expecting - Rusty stopped arguing with her a long time ago, having learned any argument with her was a lost cause, but apparently picked today to break the habit, “I’d rather not think about you mangled somewhere because you’ve pissed off the wrong engines, but at least, I dunno’, let someone know if you’re planning on pissing someone off on the rails? Even if it’s not me, either Lumber or Porter, then if something goes wrong they can get help for you-“

“Control would have sent someone out eventually, Rusty, chill-“

“What if they didn’t, though, or you were hurt?” There’s a distinct clack of his jaw snapping shut, steel hitting steel as he squares his jaw in frustration. “I ain’t trying to be Momma, she’d tell you to stop fuckin’ about completely, I just think if the folks you target can dump you in the middle of the tracks without a concern, what else would they be happy to do once they find what you’ve planned for them?”

She doesn’t have an answer for that.

The yard station looms before them as Rusty pulls into one of the side sheds, the one nearest the freight yard. Blessedly, it’s empty, and as Rusty slows to a stop, Slick can’t help but jump off the tracks as soon as possible.

Reaching round to a small pouch on her external tank, she pulls out a few notes, shifting through them as Rusty sorts himself out and chills his firebox back out for resting.

“Oi, steamer,” she calls - why is she nervous about this? - as Rusty’s head snaps around, “next time you’re in Birmingham, take this to a maintenance engineer called Amal, he’ll get you cleaned up.”

Rusty’s eyes widen for a second as he wheels over, looking between her and the pound notes. “I’m- I’m fine, Control said they’re getting someone in next quarter-“

“And you know as well as I do that that skimping bastard isn’t maintaining you and Momma anymore,” Slick interrupts, grabbing his hand to stuff the notes into whether he wants them or not, “you’re on a freight run on Saturday, right? Ask him then, before your creaking gets bad enough to wake the whole yard up.”

As Rusty’s hand closes around the notes reluctantly, she spins on her break plate. Rusty’s a sentimental bastard at the best of times, if he starts trying to give the cash back or thanking her for it she might just lose it again. Behind her, she can already hear Rusty stammering, and can’t help but laugh slightly at his predictability.

Maybe she’ll just let him know next time she tries something big.

#stex #starlight express #starlight express london 2024 #slick the oil tanker #rusty the steam engine #pebs writes

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Booth x Autistic!reader - without you

Standing next to Angela, you held her hand tightly in yours as you stared at the device that was on the doors keeping them locked.

“Can we at least get Booth in here?” Cam asked.

“No.” The man said.

“Can (Y/N) leave? She can’t do anything to help.”

“Nobody in or out.”

You looked at Angela, then back to the doors, pulling your hand away from hers.

You made your way down the platform and you began pacing back and forth, arms hugging yourself as you stared at the floor.

“Hey, okay, come with me.” Cam whispered.

“I don’t want to be here.”

“I know, but right now you don’t have a choice, so we’ll go sit in Angela’s office, we’ll call Booth.”

You said nothing as you followed her to the office, but you couldn’t stop the pacing, you had to pace and Cam could see that.

Brennan needed her help, so she left you with Hodgins, Angela and Sweets.

“(Y/N) Booth wants to talk to you.” Sweets said.

“No, I don’t want to be here. I.. I cant be here..”

“Sweetie, hey, it’s okay. Just come speak to booth alright? He’ll make sure it’s okay.” Angela whispered.

“No! No!”

Bringing a hand up, you hesitated then ruffled your hair a little before you hit the side of your head.

Hodgins jumped up, walking over he took your hand and moved it away from your head.

“He’s going to find a way to get in here, alright? Just don’t do that.”

“I.. I can’t be here. I don’t want to be here.”

“And booth is going to kick my ass if he finds out I let you keep hitting yourself, so we’re going to have to compromise here.” Hodgins said.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away, and you carried on your pacing, hand tapping the back of your head.

Sweets got up this time and he walked over to you.

“I know you get anxious when Booth isn’t around, but he wants me to tell you that he’s going to find his way in, he a way to get you out. You just need to remain calm, breathe.”

“No!”

You shook your head, and you hit your fist of your shoulder.

“O..okay, I’m sorry I made it worse I.. I don’t know how to help in this situation booth wasn’t very clear.”

The trio did their best to keep you calm, but nothing would work, and slowly you were slipping worse and worse into the panic.

You paced back and forth, hitting your shoulder mumbled about not wanting to be there and how you couldn’t be there.

“Sweets, you need to calm her down, now.”

“I tried booth, she won’t listen to reason, she doesn’t want to listen.” Sweet sighed.

“Look Sweets, the last time we were forced apart, I nearly died, so yeah, it’s a bit of a touchy subject being so forced away from one another. Just… make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Sweets waited for a reply, flicking his gaze to you, and then he looked at his phone in confusion, holding it back to his ear.

“Booth? Hello?”

Putting his phone back into his pocket, sweets kept trying to calm you down, offering you reassuring words.

Nobody could calm you down, and you seemed to have completely disconnected yourself from the world and everybody in it.

The gun shots startled you, and you covered your ears, tears streaming down your face as you crouched down.

You repeatedly hit the back of your head with your hand.

Booth ran into the room, and he walked over to you, crouching down in front of you, he carefully took your arms, guiding them around his shoulders, and he placed one hand on the back of your head, the other on your back.

You immediately pulled yourself into him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Booth fell back, and he held you tighter in his arms.

“Hey, you’re okay. I’m okay, see? We’re fine, it’s okay. There’s no need to cry.”

“I don’t like it…”

“I know… I know you don’t sweetheart, it’s okay. I should’ve stayed.”

Booth ran a hand up and down your back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Booth pulled you away and he gently cracked your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

Smiling at you, he brought a hand up, running it over your hair and when he moved his hand away you did the same thing, ruffling your hair a little bit.

“I don’t like it Seeley.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You’re okay, alright? And I’m okay, I’m not hurt.”

“You shot your gun.” You mumbled.

He chuckled a little, nodding his head.

“Yes, I did. But that’s because I had to get in here for you. So, we’re going to stand you up, and we’re going to walk around this lab until you feel calm.”

Booth stood up, hooking his arms under yours he pulled you to his feel and held out his hand.

You stood there tapping on your elbow, and he walked over, ducking his head a little bit to look you in the eyes.

He reached his hand out, taking your hand and placed it on his head, smiling a little at you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You ruffled his hair like you did your own when you were stressed or overwhelmed.

“See? That’s better than hitting your own arm right?”

“You used too much hair gel, it feels strange.”

“Hey, I thought you liked my hair gel.”

“It smells nice.”

He smiled, standing up fully and he took your hand in his, going to walk away, but when you didn’t move he stopped and turned around.

“(Y/N)?”

“I don’t like those people.”

“I don’t like them either, but they won’t hurt you.”

“Are you sure?”

Booth walked over.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

You shook your head and he leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead which made you smile happily.

“Exactly, so, as long as you stay right by my side, you’ll be alright. I promise.”

“Okay.”

You took his arm as he offered it to you and he smiled, leading to out of the room and he stopped, letting you decide where you wanted to go.

All that mattered to him right now was keeping you close, making sure nothing happened to you.

Booth watched as you raised your hand, ruffling your hair again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Will you hold my hand

“Yeah of course.”

You took your hand off his arm, and instead laced your fingers with his and you tucked yourself against him.

Booth grinned a little bit, and looked at you as you stood just in front of him, your hand in his, your forehead resting on his chest while your other hand tapped his side.

You were still pretty stressed, but thankfully you had calmed down a little.

You just needed the close proximity to fully refocus yourself, fully accept that he was okay and there was nothing to worry about.

And booth was happy to stand there for as long as you needed for that to happen

#bones #bones x reader #bones x you #bones imagine #seeley booth #seeley booth x reader #seeley booth x you #seeley booth imagine

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richeeduvie · 2 months ago

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don eladio taking princesa shopping while lalo just has to endure it 😭

i can just picture lalo carrying all the bags while eladio can’t keep his hands off princesa

So...what Lalo does to Nacho? Get wrecked bitch

The only way I can imagine this happening is if they somehow run into Eladio while they're shopping on their own. Lalo would find every excuse to make sure Princesa's never with Eladio when it's just her and Eladio - and Lalo. He'll take her to his parties, sure. He'll let them exist within a space, because even though his boss still gets too bold in front of a group...it's just that Lalo's not sure he'd be able to control himself if he was alone in witnessing Eladio's weird thing for Princesa.

It's weird, right? Like it's not just sexual or romantic interest? I don't know how to describe the exact feelings Eladio has for her but it makes him an annoying little shit with no boundaries. I love it.

"Lalo! Princesa! Look at you two! What are you guys doing here?"

Would Eladio be with one of his men at least? Maybe. Princesa's already nervous. Her low self-esteem doesn't stop her from realizing how bad her man's boss is when it comes to her. Lalo already wants to kick teeth in. Pull them out.

"All these bags already, is the money I give your uh...your guy here. That money is being put to use, I see! Can I see? I know you have a particular...style."

"...Sure."

"After this, don, we gotta go."

"No! No, what could you be doing? Work?" Eladio laughs too hard at his own joke. Princesa manages a smile. "Come on, today is one of the days where I have no things to do."

What's different?

Lalo smiles, no teeth - then all teeth. He rubs Princesa's back.

"Okay. We were just going into this store."

Eladio makes a sound, something like 'blah!'. "Alright, then!"

He pats Princesa's biceps and Lalo's already imagining how the rage will still hold when he and her get home.

"Look at this - Eduardo, how'd you find a girl that would look so pretty in everything?"

"...You get what you deserve."

Eladio's smile lessens a little. The moment sits hot, Princesa just wants to stop trying on dresses - and maybe take a shower.

"But look at Princesa, no one could deserve this."

No, he's right. But no one else gets to have her.

Lalo wishes he could kill without punishment. He usually can; it's a family talent, a privilege if he's being humble. But right now, the one person he wants to skin is touching Princesa and Princesa and Princesa's elbow and her face and-

"I think she can get out of that dress herself, Don Eladio."

Lalo's unblinking when he says it. Princesa can't stop looking at him, asking for his validation. Any sign that he notices how she doesn't like this but that she tries not to show it to Eladio for his sake.

"So, Princesa...what kind of girl are you?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What do you like? Besides pretty clothes. Now I see I don't know a lot about you, you're just Eduardo's Princesa...and you're so quiet. Now is the time to talk! We are friends, I should know my friends."

Lalo doesn't have it in him to even try to seem accepting, he would spit on a half-assed tease or contribute to the conversation. He'll just...think things in his head with a grip of fire on the bags.

"Lalo, it ain't getting too heavy, hm?"

The time in bed when they get home is a quiet one. Princesa face on his chest, eyes looking up at him. Lalo doesn't stop in his memories of Eladio's long kiss goodbye for her.

"Now you know what to wear the next time you come over."

Lalo doesn't close his eyes. He doesn't blink.

"I think I'm gonna go start a fire, Princesa."

"...Can I come with you?"

Lalo will allow it. He'll carry her. He'll hold her a little too painfully, but he'll wait until she falls asleep to burn all the things Eladio bought.

#inbox #hc's #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader #drabble #better call saul fanfiction

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igotanidea · 2 years ago

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Cheater! Jason version part 3

part 1

part 2

A/N: Not much "action" in this, but .....,

Also, once again, just in case, I remind you of a tagging policy

***

If it wasn’t for Dick that night, she would probably do something stupid. Like, really stupid, with capital s. For example, sink into depression and cry her heart out while watching sad movies and eating ice cream on her couch. Instead, the oldest Wayne offered her a shelter. A safe haven where she could break without any risk of being alone and getting herself down. He was such a good friend for her and honestly she could not even begin to imagine her life without him in it.

Golden boy truly was the term to describe him.

It was him that hugged her for hours, comforting her and eventually forced her to take a shower and put her to bed letting her sleep without interruptions. And on top of that he took her phone so neither Kyle not Jason would bombard her with messages, disturbing her peace. Instead he just kept on ignoring them, disconnecting the incoming calls and texts that were intensifying with every passing minute.

To put it simple, Y/N was disappointed in herself. She honestly had no idea who she was becoming and where all her rules went. She always thought herself to be the strong girl, who wouldn’t fall a stupid ass of a man and kick his ass the second he treated her unfairly or cruelly. And if cheating does not qualify into that, then what does? But instead, she just let Jason vamp her and … well, use her, no matter what he had to say about it.

And on the other side, there was Kyle. Clearly interested in her, there was no denying, but still an ass in so many aspects.

He showed up on Grayson’s doorstep first thing the next morning, banging on the door, demanding explanations of what happened and waking Dick up and the Wayne was less than happy about that sudden disturbance. He had his own opinion on Kyle, but his instincts were telling him that no matter what, the lantern was not the one to ever hurt Y/N on purpose like his brother did. So, being chatty and only having her best interest at heart, gave him some vague information on the matter, asking Kyle to give her a few days to get back to mental health and to gather herself. And Rayner listened. Good thing, Dick didn’t tell him the whole truth, cause that would probably end with a bloodbath.

“Who was that?” her sleepy voice came from behind his back and he spun around only to notice his pale friend rubbing her reddened eyes and yawning.

“No one” he smiled at her “breakfast?”

***

„You are gonna go crazy thinking about him.”

“I am not thinking about him!”

“Sure not.” Stephanie took a sip of her drink, loudly, purposefully slurping through the straw to make Y/N angry.

“could you please stop that? You know I hate that sound.”

“You know what you need?” Steph’s eyes focused on Y/N pale and tormented face. Poor girl was caught in a trap, overthinking about what happened a few days ago, when by some crazy accident she and Jason met in that freaking diner and ….… well…..

Even the memory made her shiver. She just wasn’t sure if it was because of how good it was being with him again or because she hated herself for giving in so easily. He fucking cheated on her! But his hands and lips on her, caressing, touching in all the right places, so good, so perfect, turning her hot and needy and whiny, wanting him closer, faster, rougher, all of him… The way he was moving inside her, pleasuring her, not caring about who might be watching. No one before him has even made her feel so good and satisfy her so completely.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

She literally felt like tearing her hair out.

She didn’t want him back.

She wanted him back.

Honestly, she had no idea what she wanted, getting confused and back into that spiral of hating herself cause of breaking her own rules.

3 years of being together and he just went and destroyed it so carelessly. What if no one would ever love her again? What if he was the one? But could he be the one if he betrayed her like this? She really though she was over him, but apparently all that pain and fear and broken heart was just capably covered up by her brave face for the past months.

“Please, enlighten me” she hissed towards her friend, forcing her mind to focus on anything else than flashback of Jason’s muscles flexing under her soft touches when he was trapping her between the wall and his body, holding so close and getting her high. She was slipping. She was not strong. And yet, she was ignoring him, not falling into the circle of his apologies, promises and excuses. But ignoring his texts and calls couldn’t really work for long since he knew where she was living. And that’s why she was staying at the manor for the time being.

“You need a rebound, sugar.”

“A rebound?” Y/N raised an eyebrow “Really, Steph? And what could possibly be that?”

“Who.” The blonde corrected, eyes absolutely innocent, but the smirk forming on her face far from that.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Who could be the rebound. A person, Y/N. A male to be precise. Someone to help you get your mind off your failure of an ex-boyfriend.”

“Ok, fine, I’ll bite. Who?” Y/N spun around, put her hands on her hips in a power pose and faced her friend.

“Kyle, obviously.” Stephanie shrugged casually

“Are you insane? Kyle? The green lantern? The space cop?”

“He likes you. Bet he’ll be more than happy to help you.”

“Wait, he likes me? Girl, we are constantly bickering and arguing!”

“Seems like he’s your type than.”

“Ohmygod, you are crazy. I’m not going to sleep with Kyle!”

“do you have any other prospects? I mean, a stranger can be good for a one night stand too…..”

“STEPH! I am not going to hook up with anyone!”

“Whatever you say.” The blonde shrugged “But let’s go party tonight? Please? We can take Cass and Babs with us. Girls night out? It’s gonna be fun.”

“That I can do.” Y/N smiled lightly. She could use some good music, dancing and company of people who were standing by her no matter what.

“But you are not wearing pants!” Steph laughed and rushed out the door to steal all of Y/N’s trousers and prevent her from picking that outfit for a party.

***

Stephanie was good. After all she became Robin and then Spolier for something. Therefore, she skillfully and stealthy managed to retrieve what she wanted and left Y/N no choice but to actually wear a freaking skirt. Nothing extravagant, short or revealing, but still, it felt weird. Y/N could not remember the last time she felt so naked with her legs not fully covered by the material. Let alone, sitting and moving so that her underwear wouldn’t be put on full display.

“I hate it….” She mumbled, awkwardly trying to stretch the skirt to make it at least a bit longer.

“Stop whining!” the blonde grinned at her friend “you’ll be thanking me when it comes to some action with …..”

“STEPHANIE BROWN!”

“What? I’m just saying!”

“Oh God, please, just stop, all right?” Y/N rubbed her forehead. She just couldn’t deal with Steph’s direct approach. Too direct “I just want to have some good time with my girls. And maybe get drunk in the process.”

“Drinks on me!” Babs’s voice reverberated from behind as she and Cass approached their two friends. “Ready for party?”

“Yes, please, anything to get me away from Brown…..”

“Oh, you talk almost like Damian, Y/N. But I promise you, you’re not gonna get far from me tonight!” Stephanie laughed and linked her arms with Y/N’s as four girls walked to the nearest club.

***

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!” Y/N yelled trying to shout over the blasting music.

“You’re not going anywhere alone!” Babs screamed back at her. “I’m coming with you!”

“I’ll be fine, Barbara! It’s just the bathroom, I’m not a toddler! Besides, someone need to keep an eye on our drinks, while Steph and Cass are having the time of their lives!” she pointed towards two girls moving wildly on the dance floor, completely indifferent to their surroundings. At least on the first glance, since after all they were vigilantes with heightened senses.

“FINE!” Gordon relented under the pressure of logical arguments “but if you’re not back in five minutes…..”

“Are you serious!? It’s girl’s bathroom in the club! Standing in the queue will take half an hour!”

Barbara furrowed her eyebrows, opening mouth to say something, but Y/N ignored that completely, instead standing up and walking away with the brightest smile, forcing her friend to stay.

***

She never made it to the bathroom.

It only took a few steps to bump into someone, and she instinctively muttered apologies, trying to pass the person, but a hand on her hips made her freeze.

“Hey there, Y/N. Fancy seeing you here.” Familiar voice spoke and only that characteristic tone made her look up.

“Kyle?”

“In person.” He flashed a smile, clearly feeling good. And looking good, as much as she hated to admit it. There weren’t many occasions when she could see him without his green lantern uniform, but this guy truly had a sense of style and wasn’t too flashy with that. Just jeans and T-shirt, but it was enough to bring out his best features and his toned figure. “Been a while since I saw you. How you’ve been?”

Y/N frowned, studying his every feature and body movement searching for the hidden agenda in his words. Side effect of being friends with Batkids, but that told her something was off in this entire situation. She just wasn’t sure what.

“Cut the crap, Rayner.”

“What crap?” he faked surprise and confusion and that made her change tactics, just for the hell of it.

“Sorry.” She muttered looking down again, glooming. “You’re right, I overreacted. Might be reading into signs that are not there ….. Sorry…..” she repeated, turning around and started walking away, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“I missed you.” He confessed

“You what?!”

“I missed you. And I was worried. After Grayson told me what happened between you and Todd….”

“He told you!!??”

“Not much.” Kyle raised his hands in defensive gesture “just something about you getting hurt……”

“Since when are you two friends?!”

“Since when talking to someone make them friends?” he retorted

“Right…..” she bit on her lips. Nightwing or not, she was gonna kill Dick for babbling around. And to Kyle Rayner!

“Y/N.” he spoke uncharacteristically sweet “I’m not going to cause you any pain…..”

“What are you talking about?” she stuttered, suddenly forgetting about the urge to pee. This was not going in the way she planned. What the fuck was happening?

“I like you.” Kyle said, taking a step forward “I really do…..”

“No you don’t.” her eyes widened and she took a step back stumbling slightly but quickly regaining her balance. Why on earth was she always getting in trouble on the way to the freaking bathroom?!?! Barbara was right, she would never go to the restroom alone again in her entire life.

“Come on sunshine. Please, just give me a chance….”

“Is that why you are here? Were you following me or something like that?!”

“No.” he shook his head “it was Stephanie…..”

“Seems like I have two people to kill in the nearest future.”

“Don’t be mad at her. She’s just chatty. Just like Dick. I’m not asking for anything more than a chance to see where this goes. Not pushing anything. What do you say?”

She sighed deeply considering all the options. If anything wrong were to happen she was here with three vigilante girls. And she had some skills herself. Besides, what was the worst thing that could happen? She was young and fairly pretty and there was a handsome guy in front of her, practically begging her to take him for a test ride give him a turn.

“Oh, screw that!” she hissed to herself “fine, Rayner, I’ll let you prove yourself.”

“good choice, sunshine.” He grinned.

“Asshole…..”

“whatever you say, pretty.” That little nickname made her roll her eyes “come on, let’s have some fun.”

He took her hand and lead her onto the dancefloor, ready to show his moves to the upbeat song that was currently blasting through the speakers, but ironically, a few seconds after they entered, it changed into something way calmer and nostalgic. Like in freaking teenage rom-com.

“Too bad.” She mocked ready to sit down “I’m not slow dancing with you…..”

Before she could finish her sentence and form her every objection he grabbed her waist, pulling her close, the tight embrace preventing her from any struggle. At first, it took her by huge surprise, but once the initial shock passed, her hands involuntarily found a way towards his neck and locked there, her head resting on his shoulder. For some crazy reason she felt…. safe. Safe in his arms. Crazy, given the fact that she didn’t even know him for so long and he always showed his teasing and asshole-like side. But maybe he wasn’t lying? Maybe he really did like her? Maybe he wasn’t just playing around? She was too lost in her own head to notice that her friends were observing her swaying with Kyle, smiling lightly. Apparently, they knew better.

“You’re so tense….” He muttered, caressing her back gently “Why? What did he really do to cause you so much pain? To make you run away from me?”

“Artemis….” she whispered, hiding her face in his neck and he instinctively and protectively held her closer, suddenly realizing everything. Todd was a fucker for ever cheating, that was obvious, but Artemis? Rayner really though he knew her and only now he was finding out that the Amazon did the worst thing to the other girl. Broke another’s relationship.

Damn…..

Kyle might have been a bit of a cocky bastard with a pretense of a blown ego, but deep inside he was also a romantic, who never played around when it came to love. Sure, he had his fair share of one night stands and adventures, but at least he could differentiate between satiating his needs and actually feeling something for someone. And oh, he did felt for Y/N.

“I’m so sorry baby….” He cooed, caressing her back, feeling her lean into the touch. She was so hurt. So misused and broken. Probably asking herself all the stupid questions about herself and second guessing reality “It was not your fault.” He pulled back, still not letting her out of his embrace, one hand cupping her cheek and resting there while he looked her deep into her eyes. “You deserve so much more than that fu…..”

“Don’t finish this.” she pleaded putting a hand on his mouth, silencing him and the atmosphere suddenly became tense as they both realized how close they were and how well their bodies aligned.

Oh, shit…..

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, lust blown eyes focused on her face.

“Yes…..”

Stephanie Brown was way more happy than she should when she saw them leaving together. Her plan clearly worked and all it took was a little push.

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necrotic-nephilim · 4 months ago

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jaybrusteph. steph and bruce fuck on jason's grave, jason and bruce fuck on stephanie's grave, steph and jason fucking on bruce's grave. threesome where stephanie gets 2 cocks up her ass. they keeo her tied up in a secret part of the cave fir a week with a vibrator on her clit at low vibration and a fuck machine pounding her ass. they share her for another week straight and by the end of it she's mentally checked out and her face id smeared with mascara and cum. maybe they bring cass over once, and all of steph's holes are occupied at the same time. i want her to keep cumming so hard she walks with a limp for a month. she goes on patrol with a butt plug holding in both of their loads. remote controlled vibrators. just the kinkiest shit possible with these 3. any time bruce and jason fight, they take it out on steph. they both try to fuck her mouth and she chips a tooth and dislocates her jaw but they keep going

i've been thinking about this for *days*. bc idk how you intended this anon, but to me it reads as *delightful* non-con and *super* fucked up with grooming vibes. like in my head, i picture it as Bruce dealt with enough problems when Jason came back from death and he *really* doesn't feel like doing a repeat. so when Steph comes back, even if Babs gives her blessing for Steph to be Batgirl, Bruce doesn't trust it and he definitely doesn't like the idea of Steph wearing a Bat. he's been down this road before and this time, he's not making the same mistakes.

so he tells her she's allowed to be Batgirl but this time, there are more Rules. maybe he had a thing with her when she was Robin but Bruce feels like he obviously wasn't strict enough so, he sets new rules this time around. and Steph has no choice but to agree bc she wants to be Batgirl, she feels like she needs to prove herself again.

i love the idea of the mindbreak the first few weeks, too. esp if there are aphrodisiacs or some kind of drugs involved to keep her in a haze where it's all she can think about until she rlly just. breaks. and is okay with it and has no concept how fucked up it is. Bruce invites Jason just because he'll try anything to pacify Jason at this point, and maybe he had a fucked up thing with Jason already and they needed a sub as a buffer.

i also think it's fun if patrolling and missions are the one place Steph has an escape from all the sexual control. so she really leans into being Batgirl bc it's all she has so when they start making her wear plugs and vibrators out it breaks her a little bit. even as Batgirl, her life will revolve around pleasing Jason and Bruce. and Bruce is telling her that she has no idea how much she's helping with this, he's showing her numbers about how Red Hood has been much less lethal since this all started to really get in her head about how this is a duty and it's a favor that she's doing for Bruce and he's so thankful for it, he almost convinces her that she agreed to this somewhere along the way. so she agrees and is submissive when Jason is getting rougher and rougher with her until joints are dislocating and she's crying and doesn't even have the words to ask for it to stop so she can get a breather.

also like the idea of Bruce and Jason arguing while Steph is on a patrol and it's Jason who finds Steph first and without any sort of warning forces some kind of aphrodisiac drug into her mouth and makes her swallow, calmly telling her she has about an hour before it'll kick in so she better wrap up whatever she's doing and hope she gets to Jason's base so he doesn't have to find her and fuck her wherever she ends up when it kicks in-

and all the bruises and injuries she gets from the sex are explained away by vigilante work. i'm also really into the idea of like, gradual body modification without her awareness or consent. constantly having her on muscle relaxers so it's easier to fuck her without prep. adjusting parts of her body with supplements to their likings until she realizes she doesn't really recognize herself in the mirror. her nose has been broken by sex so many times it stoped healing right. her hips are a different size and she has to wear a plug most of the time bc she's usually so loose. just like. Complete Bodily Control over her, yk? and by the time she realizes how fucked up it is, she's in way too deep.

and pulling Cass into it is *really* fun bc Cass is someone she trusts. so if Cass is okay with this, leaning into it and fucking her mouth with a strap while stroking her hair, then it must be okay. bc it's Cass. and maybe Cass is also fucked up, maybe Cass is just trying to provide Steph comfort in a situation she can't get Steph out of. both are good options esp if Steph doesn't know which it is. she never knows if ppl just don't care enough to notice what she's going through or if Bruce and Jason are doing such a good job of hiding it all that they can't see it. and she gets so Stolkholm'd by the end of it there's no escape she even wants. bc it's not like she can go back to normal. it's not like she could come from regular sex that doesn't hurt to the point she cries anymore. so she just. accepts it.

but yk that's just my hurt/no comfort braincell being evil. bc i am evil and i love the psychology of being sexually broken as much as i love the sexual aspect of it. i think it makes it so much crunchier and realistic if there's this haunting acceptance that isn't necessarily a "oh she loves it now" but more of a "she knows escaping will make her feel worse" sort of thing. like she sees Bruce and Jason arguing and just starts to brace for it instead of trying to break them up. it's good food.

#necrotic answerings #brujaysteph #brujay #jaysteph #brusteph #dead dove do not eat #nsft #non con #darkfic #tags ppl who don't like this stuff shold probably filter on this page bc i like the dark things #i'm just obsessed with targetted and purposeful psychological breaking through sex.#and i think jason and bruce doing that to steph is SO fun #i'm so sorry if you intended this to be more consensual #but personally it read to me as at the very least dubcon #(i enlisted a second opinion to verify)#either way i hope you enjoy the thoughts #bc i just kept making eye contact with this fic and screaming. bc you get it.#taking brujaysteph to the fucked extreme babeyy #i'm so so normal #the potential for bruce wanting to control steph as batgirl? so there's not another red hood repeat? i think could be fun.#should i add a read more to this one? idk #i will not #but if i should in the future i will idk man #i don't know where the line is sometimes.#i'm in so deep with this dumpster.#the trash is my feast.

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