#i can’t just send a text out of the blue that’s like hey I am upset about this

[drudyslut]

— summary: you meet up with your favorite biker guy to backpack him for a day, and things get very heated very fast.

— CW: 18+ only! meeting up with a stranger (don’t do that), putting out for a stranger (oops, i’d fold if it were biker!rafe too), biker guy!rafe, semi public sex (it’s at the top of a parking deck thing😭😂), fingering, hair pulling, male receiving oral, unprotected sex, ass and pussy slapping (like once), lots of dirty talk and praise.

— a/n: ah fuck. my obsession with biker men got the best of me here. my wet fucking dream. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

❥ ride — r.c

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I had been following him on Instagram and TikTok for months, and he lived in my town! So when I finally found the courage to send him a DM on Instagram joking about backpacking him for a day, I never in a million years imagined that he would actually respond — and say yes!

I’m finishing up the final touches of my makeup in front of my full length mirror that sits in the corner of my room when I hear my phone go off, letting me know I have a text.

Standing from the floor, I make my way to my nightstand and grab my phone. I open it to see that he has texted me.

Rafe: Hey! I’m out front whenever you’re ready.

I smile at the text and type out a quick response. Pocketing my phone, I rush to slip on my high top converse and grab my hoodie, tossing it over my head and rushing out of my bedroom and front door.

Making my way down the steps I come to a stop at the bottom, my breath catching in my throat when I see him leaned against the side of his bike. He looks deliciously good today. He wears a pair of tight, black jeans and a fitted white T-shirt. He pairs the outfit with a pair of white Nikes with a black Nike check in the middle of either side.

He doesn’t have his helmet on, and the sight of his bright blue eyes sparkling under the sun has my thighs tightening. He never shows his face on his social media, only his eyes if he flips the visor of his helmet up, and he rarely does that. He has the most perfect full lips, a defined jawline and his hair sits messy on top of his head. This man is the epitome of perfection.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, his low voice pulling me from my trance.

I swallow the saliva that’s built up in my mouth from looking at him and nod my head quickly. “Yeah, that’s me! Rafe, right?” I ask. But I already know. The bike he came to pick me up on lets me know it is in fact him.

He smiles widely. “That’s me. You ready? Have you ever rode before? Even just on the back?”

My hands begin to slightly shake, all of a sudden clammy. I’m nervous. But who wouldn’t be? This gorgeous man, with a large following on social media is here to pick me up, and take me riding with him for the day. Any woman in my position would be nervous too. Well, not all women, but the women like me.

“No.” I answer honestly. I watch his lips quirk up into a smirk, and I internally fist pump that he didn’t change his mind. Happy that he didn’t say “never mind, it’s not worth the hassle of teaching you”

He takes a step toward me, reaching his right hand out for me to take. I place my hand in his and pray that he can’t feel how nervous I am. He leads me toward his bike, releasing my hand and grabbing the extra helmet he’d brought with him. He turns, and when his blue eyes land on mine again, I swear I feel my heart skip a beat.

“I’m just gonna slide this on you, that okay?”

I smile and nod. “Yeah that’s fine.”

He nods once and then moves to slip the sleek black helmet over my head. Once it’s on good, his fingers move down to the straps under my chin. When his fingers brush across the skin, a shiver runs through my body. Once he has it strapped in place, he steps back and lifts the visor so he can see my eyes. “Fits perfectly. You look cute in that.”

I laugh nervously. “Thank you.”

He gives me one last smile before turning and grabbing his own helmet, placing it on his head and strapping it in place. He turns to face me again, and my panties grow wet at the sight in front of me. I don’t know what it is, but him with his helmet on is so fucking sexy.

“‘M just gonna press this button on your helmet, it’ll allow you to hear me while we’re riding.”

I nod my head and stand still as he steps toward me again, pressing a small button on the helmet I didn’t know was there. He steps back and asks, “Can you hear me?”

I giggle. “Yeah, I can hear you. That’s so cool!”

I hear him chuckle and the sound makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Yeah, me and my friends bought these so we can communicate while we ride, if we get separated and can’t use our hand signals. Plus, it’s fun to fuck with them this way too.”

He turns back to his bike and grabs a pair of black and white riding gloves from a drawstring bag, shoving them on his hands before turning to me once more. He claps his hands together and begins explaining the basics of riding on the back.

“So, I’ll hop on and you’ll sit on this seat behind me, and place your feet on these pegs.” He pats the seat and points to the foot pegs. “While we’re riding, wrap your arms tightly around my waist, and if I lean in a certain direction, you lean with me. It makes it easier to navigate turns and what not.” He pauses again, thinking of what else he needs to go over. He finally speaks again. “Oh! And if you get scared or want me to slow down, just tap my thigh. It’ll let me know to slow down for you.”

I nod my head and let him know I understand. Satisfied with everything he’s told me, and knowing I’m comfortable he tosses his drawstring bag onto his back and climbs onto his bike, starting it up. The engine roars to life and he turns his head to face me, nodding it toward him to let me know I can get on. I swing my right leg over the back of the bike, setting my ass onto the seat and wrap my arms tightly around his waist like he’d said to do.

I hear him through the speaker in the helmet as his hand taps my thigh. “Ready?”

“Yes!”

-

An hour later, Rafe is pulling up to the top of a parking deck. The two of us had rode non stop for the last hour, and to say it was one of the most exhilarating and memorable experiences of my life would be an understatement.

He pulls the bike to a stop, shutting off the engine and putting out the kickstand before he climbs off. He keeps his hand on my thigh to keep me upright as he gets off the bike, and then he grabs at my left hand and helps me off next.

I pop the clip of the straps under my chin, letting them fall loose before I pull the helmet up and off my head. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the knots that had formed during the ride. After a few seconds of — and actually failing — trying to tame the knots, I finally decide to just toss my hair into a high ponytail.

As I’m securing the ponytail holder in my hair, Rafe’s voice catches my attention. “So, was it everything you thought it’d be?”

I finish putting my hair up and turn to smile at him. “Absolutely. That was… So much fun.” I breathe out.

He smiles and takes two long strides toward me, making my breath catch in my throat and my thighs tighten. This man is so fucking sexy it hurts, and the fact that I’m alone with him, it has my heart pounding and my pussy throbbing. But we don’t know one another, nothing would ever happen between us. He was just being nice today, allowing me to ride with him. I bet he does this a lot. I’m nothing special.

Once he stands directly in front of me, I swear my knees almost give out. His intoxicating scent fills my nose, the warmth radiating off his body envelopes me. He reaches his right hand out, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I gotta say, you looked absolutely beautiful on my bike.”

My heart begins pounding rapidly in my chest, my hands shaking. I swear, this man is going to be my downfall. If he asked me to drop to my knees right here, right now, I don’t think I’d have the strength to tell him no.

I laugh nervously. “Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself on there.”

A wide grin spreads across his lips, and the sight alone takes my fucking breath away. He cups my cheek with his right hand, brushing his thumb across my skin. “Can I kiss you?”

My eyes go wide. Did the Rafe Cameron just ask if he could kiss me? I have to be dreaming right now. My eyes find his, searching for any sign that he’s just fucking with me. But I never find it. His blue eyes are darkened over, and hold nothing but seriousness in them.

I feel my legs turn to jello, and the only thoughts running through my mind are his lips on mine. His cock buried inside my wet cunt, down my throat. My eyes flick down to his plump lips and back to his eyes. He takes my silence as an invitation, dipping his head down and pressing his lips with mine.

The kiss starts out softly at first, but then he quickly deepens it. His tongue glides across my slightly parted lips, a low groan emitting from his chest before he forces his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues brush against one another, fighting for dominance before he finally wins. My entire body is on fire, my thighs tightening and my arousal soaks my thong. Fuck, I need more of him.

When he finally breaks his lips from mine, we’re both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling as his lust filled eyes search mine. I decide to be bold, the worst he can do is shove me away, right? My right hand slides between our bodies, finding his hard cock and palming him through the rough fabric of his black jeans. He hisses in a breath. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby. You sure you want this?”

A shiver runs up my spine at the low, raspy tone of his voice. Sexual tension is thick in the cool fall air, making it feel warmer than it is outside. My entire body screaming at me to let him have me, while my mind is screaming to run the other way. I don’t know him. I only follow him on social media. But he’s so fucking sexy. He’s so confident in himself, and I need to feel what it’s like to have him. Even if it’s just a one time thing, even if he is a stranger to me, my body fucking craves him like a drug I can’t get enough of.

My eyes find his and a mischievous smile forms on my lips. “I’m sure.”

I feel his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his jeans, and I smile knowing that it’s me who has this man all worked up. He slaps my hand away from his hard-on, his own hands quickly working the button and zipper of his jeans. He slides the black material down his legs, before shoving his boxers down as well, the material pooled at his feet. His strong hands grip my shoulders, shoving me down to my knees.

I wince when my knees hit the hard concrete beneath me. I shake away the feeling of the rough ground digging into my knees through my jeans, and focus on the hard, long and thick cock that stands erect in front of my face. I bite at my bottom lip before lightly grasping the thick base of him in my right hand. I stroke him softly, running my hands up and down, from the base to the swollen pink tip. Removing my hand, I gather saliva in my mouth and spit down into my palm before gripping him again.

I stroke him softly, toying with the head of his cock before running my hands back down the base. He growls in frustration, his hands falling to the back of my head and gripping at the high ponytail I’d put my hair into. He yanks my head up, forcing my eyes on his. “You like playing games? Suck my fucking cock, baby. Or else I promise, when it comes time to please you, I’ll play the games right fucking back, and you won’t like it when I win.”

I smirk up at him, letting out a small whimper at the tone in his voice and the feeling of his hands in my hair. He loosens his grip on my head, allowing me to drop my head back down. My tongue darts out of my mouth and I lick up the vein that’s on the underside of his cock. He moans when my tongue reaches his tip, now red and angry as precum leaks from it. I slide my tongue over the slit on the tip of his dick, gathering his precum onto my tongue. I close my eyes and hum in appreciation. “You taste so good, Rafe.”

He growls, his fingers wrapping around my ponytail once more and shoving my mouth onto his cock. He shoves himself all the way down my throat, pulling a small gag from me. I look up at him through my lashes, his head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. His adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows. Slowly, he pulls my head back, strings of my saliva coating his dick.

“‘M gonna fuck this pretty mouth, then, I’m going to bend you over this fucking bike and take you from behind. Alright?”

I whimper in response and he lets out a dark laugh. I suck in one more breath before he shoves himself back in my throat. Tears fill my eyes as I breathe through my nose. His thrusts are harsh and sloppy, his tip repeatedly abusing the back of my throat. But I don’t fucking care. This man can fucking ruin me, and I’ll thank him when he’s done.

The sounds of my gags and his grunts fill the air as he continues to abuse my throat. His thrusts begin to grow sloppier, his dick swelling in my mouth. I feel him twitch inside my mouth and then he’s yanking my head back, spit attached to his dick and my mouth go flying at his roughness.

I suck in an appreciative breath of air, my hand over my chest as it heaves up and down. He wraps his fingers around my left arm, pulling me to my feet and turning me so my back is to him. “Jeans down, now.” He demands, and I quickly obey.

My jeans are pooled at my feet, the only thing left covering me from him is the black lace thong I chose to wear today. I gasp loudly when I feel his hand slap harshly against my ass, the sting it left behind delicious. He runs his fingers over my clothed pussy, and I can’t contain the moan that slips free. “You’re fucking soaked, baby. All f’me?”

I nod my head, tears falling past my lower lashes. “Yes. Fuck, yes. All for you, Rafe.”

His fingers slide my panties to the side, baring my soaked pussy to him. I hear him groan from behind me. “Such a pretty pussy, baby. I can’t wait to feel it squeezing my cock.”

He runs his fingers through my wet folds, gathering my arousal on them before he shoves to inside me without warning. I cry out, my back arching and allowing him better access. He slowly pushes two thick digits in and out of me, his thumb pressed firmly against my clit and rubbing lazy circles around it. “So fuckin’ tight, baby. Gotta stretch you out before I shove my cock inside you, think you can handle a third finger?”

I whimper, my head falling forward and dangling over the other side of the bike. “Yes.” I say breathlessly.

He lets out a low growl before adding a third finger into my sensitive pussy. “That’s it baby girl, take my fingers. You’re almost ready for my cock.”

Whimpers and whines fall from my lips, my hips roll against his hand, fucking myself onto his fingers. The squelching noise my pussy makes while his fingers fuck me have my mind going fuzzy and my toes curling within the confines of my high top converse.

I feel myself clench tightly around his fingers as that warm feeling builds inside me. My orgasm nearing. I clench around him again, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I come undone around his fingers.

He quickly pulls his fingers from inside me, the hand that was just fucking me slaps harshly at my now overly sensitive cunt, making me scream. “Fuck me, Rafe! I need you inside me, now! Please..? Please fuck me.”

He chuckles, and I turn my head to see him with the three fingers he just fucked me with shoved into his mouth. He sucks and licks them clean, pulling them out and giving me a mouth watering smirk. “Taste so fuckin’ good. Gonna have to take you home with me after this and devour that sweet cunt of yours.”

I sigh in frustration, wiggling my ass back and forth, silently begging him to fuck me. I hear him step toward me, and then I feel his swollen head running through my slick folds. His head teases at my entrance before he slowly pushes it inside me. “Fuck!” I shout, and he chuckles. He slowly pushes himself inside me, inch my inch until he’s buried inside me, his balls lightly brushing at my sensitive clit.

He groans. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Pussy feels s’good wrapped around my dick.”

I let out a soft whine when he slowly pulls himself from inside me, slamming himself back in seconds later. His hands find my hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to roughly fuck himself into me. My tits are smushed against the seat of his bike, my head dangling over the other side as my hands grip at the foot peg in front of me for balance.

Each push and pull of his cock has me seeing stars, my legs turning to jello once more. A feeling of pure euphoria washes over me, and I know my second orgasm is about to explode from me. “Goddamnit, Rafe! ‘M so close, so fuckin’ close!”

One harsh thrust has the band snapping and my pussy pulsing. My second release washes over me. I lift onto the tips of my toes, screaming his name out to the world as I come undone around his thick cock.

He doesn’t let up, he continues pounding into me ruthlessly. My body goes numb, my brain foggy and blood rushing to my ears. All I can hear are the sounds of his balls slapping against my pussy and the wet, squelching noise my pussy makes with each push and pull of his hips. He lies his front on top of my back, his lips ghosting over my ear as he whispers. “Hope you’re on birth control, ‘cause I’m coming in this sweet fucking cunt.”

I whine, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when I feel his cock swell inside me. He places a hot kiss on the sweat slick skin of my neck, his teeth sinking into the skin when his dick twitches inside me. He lets out a low groan, thrusting forward once more before he still inside me, letting the hot, white ropes of his cum spill inside me. Marking me with his seed.

He lies on top of me for a few seconds, breathing heavily before he slowly pulls himself from inside me. A shudder wracks my body at the feeling of his thick cock sliding out, leaving me feeling empty and suddenly cold.

He pulls something from his bag, bringing it between my legs and wiping me clean. I look at him from behind my shoulder, and give a small smile. Once he’s finished cleaning me up, I fix my panties and lean forward to pull my jeans back up my legs. It’s awkwardly silent, and that alone makes me uncomfortable. Does he regret what we just did? Does he wish he didn’t have to make the awkward ride back with me back to my place?

All the thoughts running through my mind vanish when I feel his lips on mine. “Stop that.” He says once he pulls away.

I frown. “Stop what?”

His hands cup my cheeks and he smiles down at me. “Thinking. I can see it written all over your face.” He pauses, kissing the top of my forehead, and the act alone has my stomach erupting with butterflies again. “I meant what I said, I’m taking you home and devouring that sweet cunt, you got a thirty minute ride to prepare yourself for a long night baby.” He says with a wink, and then he turns to get us ready for the ride back to his house.

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[hockeylovee12]

Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter Five

Luke Hughes x Original Character

November 14th, 2023

In the middle of a vast lecture hall at NYU, Jordan sits in her 9 AM economics class, struggling to stay focused as her professors' monotone voice drones on about opportunity cost. 

Suddenly she feels her phone buzzing in the back pocket of her blue jeans, a welcomed distraction. 

She quickly glances around the room, making sure her professor or his TA’s aren't watching and carefully grabs her phone, sliding it underneath her notebook. 

She unlocks the screen, and sees a text from Luke: Hey what are you up to?

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she types out her response.

Trying not to fall asleep in econ. It’s so boring

She hits send and tries to refocus on the lecture, but her phone buzzes again almost immediately.

Luke: Those classes are the worst. Last year at Michigan I had a 9am for stats. It sucked and my professor kinda sounded like one of those drowning goats from YouTube. 

Jordan stifles a laugh, her shoulders shaking. Her friend, Taylor, sitting next to her, nudges her shoulder and leans in, whispering, "What's so funny?"

Jordan shrugs, trying to play it cool. "Oh, nothing. Just a meme I saw earlier."

Taylor raises an eyebrow, not entirely convinced, but turns back to face the front of the class. Jordan looks down at her phone and types out another message: OMG stop you’re making me laugh. 

Luke's response comes quickly.

Luke: Mission accomplished then. 😎 I'm just picturing you in class, trying to hold it together. It's a pretty cute mental image.

Jordan feels a blush creeping up her neck as she reads his words. She bites her lip, trying to suppress the giddy smile threatening to spread across her face.

Jordan: You're going to get me in trouble! But I have to admit, it's a lot more fun texting you than listening to this lecture.

She hits send and looks up, only to find her professor staring directly at her, a stern expression on his face.

"Class, I know it's early," he says, his voice carrying across the lecture hall, "but please put your phones away. This information is important and will be on your upcoming test."

Jordan feels her cheeks heat up as a few of her classmates glance in her direction. She smirks sheepishly and puts her phone back in her pocket, mouthing a silent "sorry" to the professor.

As she tries to refocus on the lecture, her thoughts keep drifting back to Luke. She can’t help but feel a slight thrill, at the thought of him picturing her, even when they’re apart. 

The rest of the class seems to drag on forever, but Jordan finds herself feeling lighter and happier, despite the boring subject matter. She knows it's because of Luke, because of the way he can make her laugh and smile even from a distance.

As the professor finally dismisses them, Jordan gathers her things and heads out of the lecture hall, already pulling her phone out to see if Luke has texted her again. 

*****

The New Jersey Devils players gather in the video room, going over video footage, from their match from last night against the Red Wings. 

Coach Ruff stands at the front of the room, laser pointer in hand, breaking down the team's performance.

"Okay, guys," Ruff says, pausing the video on a particular play. "Let's take a look at this shift. Nico, great job on the backcheck here. You managed to break up their odd-man rush and turn the play around."

Nico nods, a small smile on his face, as he receives a few head pats and shoulder claps from his teammates.

Ruff continues his analysis, and in the midst of him discussing the power play, something Luke should really pay attention to considering he’s on the first unit, Luke feels his phone buzz in his pocket.

His hand twitches, itching to reach for it, but he knows better than to check his messages during a team meeting. He tries to focus on the video, on Ruff's words, but his mind keeps drifting to thoughts of Jordan and what she might be texting him about.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Ruff wraps up the meeting. "Alright, boys, that's it for today. Remember, we've got a big game coming up against Columbus. Let's make sure we're sharp and ready to go."

The team murmurs in agreement and starts to file out of the room. 

Luke is one of the first ones out, making a beeline for the locker room. 

He walks to his stall, taking a seat and pulling out his phone to check his messages. 

Sure enough, there's a text from Jordan. He opens it eagerly.

Jordan: Just saw a dog on campus that looked exactly like you. 

Luke laughs out loud, shaking his head as he types out his response.

Luke: Oh yeah? Was it incredibly handsome and charming? 

Jordan's reply comes quickly.

Jordan: Nah, it was just really goofy-looking. 

Luke: Wow, rude. See if I ever compare you to a cute animal again. 

Jordan: Aww, I'm sorry. You're much cuter than any dog. Forgive me? 🥺

Luke grins, feeling a warmth spreading through his chest.

Luke: I suppose I can let it slide this time. But only because you admitted I'm cute. 

As he hits send, he hears someone clear their throat. He looks up to see John standing there, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Texting your girlfriend again, Hughesy?" John teases, leaning against the stall.

Luke rolls his eyes. "She's not my girlfriend. And mind your own business, Johnny."

"Oooh, defensive," Tyler chimes in across the room. "Must be serious."

"Who are you texting, Lukey?" Jesper asks, looking up from his stall.

Luke sighs, pocketing his phone. "No one. Just a friend." he claims, causing his teammates to exchange some looks.

Luke stands up, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "I gotta go find Jack. See you guys tomorrow."

“See ya later, Romeo!” Nate shouts as Luke walks out of the locker room, he rolls his eyes before walking towards the trainer’s room, knowing Jack is probably there. 

He can feel his phone buzzing in his pocket again and he smiles, having a pretty good idea who it's from. 

*****

Jordan settles into her bed, propping her phone up against a pillow as she waits for Luke to answer her Facetime call. After a few rings, his face appears on the screen, a warm smile spreading across his features.

"Hey, you," he greets her, his voice soft and intimate in the quiet of his room.

"Hey yourself," Jordan replies, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the sight of him. "How was your day?"

Luke sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Busy. We had a long practice today, and Coach really worked us hard. I'm pretty wiped."

Jordan nods sympathetically. "I know the feeling. I've been studying all day, got like five tests coming up. I feel like my brain is going to melt out of my ears."

Luke chuckles, “I’m sure you’ll do great” 

Jordan feels a blush creeping up her neck. "I don't know about that. But thanks for the vote of confidence."

They fall into easy conversation, trading stories about their days. Jordan complains about her homework and Luke tells her about the prank war that's been brewing in the Devils locker room.

"I swear, if I find one more rubber snake in my skates, I'm going to lose it," he laughs, shaking his head.

Jordan giggles. "Maybe you should retaliate. Put some itching powder in their gear"

Luke's eyes widen. "You’re an evil genius, you know” 

Jordan laughs. 

“Hey Jordan?” Jacob’s voice cuts through the screen as the door to her room bursts open. Luke freezes for a moment on the other line, before, quickly clicking the buttons to hide his camera and mute his microphone. 

Jordan turns her phone face down on her lap, “What’s up?” Jordan says trying to come off as casual as possible

“Kelly is going out tonight, so it’s just us for dinner. Any preferences?” Jacob asks 

Jordan lets a small smile cross her face as she shakes her head. 

“Whatcha up to?” Jacob questions a smirk dancing on his lips 

“Nothing just chatting with a friend about homework” Jordan lies

“Mhmm, ok well I’m gonna make salmon then, sounds good?” 

“Ya sounds good” Jordan says, Jacob smiles again, before leaving the room, shutting her door completely-which is a very rare thing for a sibling to do. 

“He’s gone” Jordan says her voice hushed as she flips her phone back over. 

Luke unmutes himself and turns the camera back on “That was kinda close” Luke exhales

“Ya, but don’t worry, he just thinks it’s some guy from school” Jordan whispers 

"Does he know about date?" Luke asks 

"He just knows I'm going on one on Saturday" Jordan explains

“Ok good, I should probably get going though, Jack’s gonna be back any minute with our dinner” Luke says

“Ya me too, but I’ll talk to later ya?” Jordan asks 

“Definitely, bye Jordan” 

“Bye, Luke” She responds, letting his name fall off her tongue in a hushed tone. 

*****

November 15th, 2023

Jordan’s 10 AM psychology class is in full swing, as her professor goes on and on about the different types of validity, for probably like the millionth time. 

Her notebook is open in front of her but her pencil hasn't touched the page in minutes, as her professor's voice fades into the background and her mind drifts to thoughts of Luke and their upcoming date.

She pictures the restaurant he mentioned, which she had done a quick google search of prior, it’s a rather nice italian/seafood place, located away from the city.

She imagines the way he’ll look, with his tall frame, his curly hair, which kinda reminds her of a poodle, but in a cute, charming way. 

Jordan's thoughts turn to her outfit, and she mentally rifles through her closet, trying to decide what to wear, even though this date is still three days away. 

She wants something that screams come and get me, but not desperate, or easy, definitely not easy. Something that will make her feel confident and beautiful. 

Maybe that navy blue dress she bought last summer, the one with the straight neckline and the tight skirt. Or maybe her favorite pair of dark-wash jeans, paired with a fun strapless corset and her leather jacket.

As she loses herself in thought, she has that faint feeling that her name is being called, then a small nudge to the shoulder, by the classmate to her left, forces her to regain focus. 

“-rdan, are you with us?” 

Jordan blinks realizing her professor is staring directly at her, an expectant expression on his face.

“I’m sorry what?” she asks, feeling a blush creep up her neck.

Her professor sighs, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I asked you to explain the difference between content and criterion related validity.” 

Jordan's mind goes blank, and she feels a surge of panic rising in her chest. She knows she should know this, they've gone over it in class before, and she’s seen it in her notes but right now all she can think about is Luke and their date.

Her classmate nudges her gently with her elbow, again, a concerned look on her face. Jordan takes a deep breath, trying to focus.

“Uh, I’m sorry I don’t know the answer” she admits, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Her professor lets out a heavy sigh “This is a key concept, we’ve been talking about for weeks. You need to learn if you would like to pass this class, please stop daydreaming and pay attention” He scolds towards Jordan. 

Jordan sinks lower in her seat, feeling a mix of shame and frustration wash over her. 

*****

Jack and Luke sit comfortably inside Jack’s range rover, heading towards the Prudential Center, to meet with their team, before their flight to Columbus. 

Luke is in the passenger seat, his phone in his hand as he texts back and forth with Jordan. 

Jordan: Are you excited to go to Ohio? 

Luke Nope, I hate Ohio

Jordan: How do you hate a state? 

Luke: I’m from Michigan, Michigan doesn’t like Ohio. 

Jordan: Just a general overall hatred?

Luke: Nah, it's a whole thing. Pretty sure it's in our state constitution that we have to hate Ohio. I think it's right after the part about cherishing our Great Lakes and wearing socks with sandals. Jordan: Note to self: Never wear Ohio colors around Luke 

Luke chuckles softly at Jordan's last message, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Jack glances over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Who you texting?" he asks, a note of curiosity in his voice.

Luke quickly locks his phone, slipping it into his pocket. "No one," he says, trying to sound casual.

Jack gives him a look, clearly not buying it. "Seriously, man, Tell me."

Luke sighs, shifting in his seat. "It's just a girl, okay? No big deal."

"A girl, huh?" Jack presses, a hint of a smirk on his face. "The same girl from the bar the other night? You guys make up?"

Luke feels his cheeks heat up, and he looks out the window, trying to hide his smile. "Maybe," he admits.

Jack laughs, shaking his head. "I knew it! So, when are you gonna see her again?"

Luke hesitates, he can tell Jack about the date, just to get him off his back, just don’t give away details, 

"We have a date on Saturday," he says, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Jack's eyes widen, and he lets out a low whistle. "Damn, Lukey, moving fast!"

Luke rolls his eyes, feeling his face flush even more. "Shut it, Jack. It's not a big deal."

But he knows that’s a lie. 

“ Come on, kid, you've been grinning at your phone like an idiot for days. It's obviously a big deal.” 

“Shut it” Luke scoffs

“Oh come on, give me the details, what are y’all up to?” Jack presses,  with  a wide grin plastered across his face. 

“Don’t worry about it” Luke says

Jack's eyes leave the road, and shift towards Luke “Why all the secrecy?” Jack asks, curiouss

“No secrecy I just don’t wanna tell you” Luke shrugs

“You tell me everything” Jack retorts, with a chuckle of disbelief.

“Ok well I wanna keep this to myself” Luke explains, avoiding eye contact

Jack pauses for a moment, “Alright, Lukey” Jack says, shifting his vision back to the road, “Well I’m here if you want any advice.” 

A smile crosses Luke’s laugh as he speaks, his voice laced with a teasing tone, “I think I’m alright, I’d like this relationship to last longer than two weeks” 

Jack glances at him, before throwing a light punch to Luke’s shoulder.

 “Jerk” Luke mutters, and Jack smirks. 

They pull into the parking lot of the Prudential Center, and he grabs his bag and heads inside to meet up with his teammates, he can't wipe the smile off his face, can't shake the giddy anticipation building in his chest, for Saturday. 

*****

Hours later, Jordan sits cross-legged on her bed, a canvas propped up on her lap and a palette of colorful paints carefully balanced beside her.

 She's working on a piece for her art class, a vibrant abstract that's slowly taking shape under her careful brushstrokes and that was supposed to be due yesterday, but thankfully she received an extension on it, because she was a little distracted. 

In her ear, she listens as Luke’s laughter mingles with the soft sounds of a running shower. Alex is in the room seeing as how room checks have already been done, and that last thing Luke wanted was to give his teammates another reason to tease him.  

"So, who's your favorite artist?" Luke asks, his voice echoing slightly off the bathroom tiles.

Jordan hums thoughtfully, dabbing a bit of blue paint onto the canvas. "That's a tough one. I love so many different styles and periods. But if I had to pick just one, I'd probably say Van Gogh. There's just something about the way he captures emotion and movement in his brushstrokes, you know?"

"Yeah, I can see that," Luke agrees.

They talk about their favorite paintings, the museums they'd love to visit someday. Jordan tells Luke about her dream of studying abroad in Paris, of spending her days wandering the halls of the Louvre and the Musée d'Orsay.

"What about you?" she asks, switching to a smaller brush for some detailing work. "If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

Luke is quiet for a moment.

"Iceland," he says finally, his voice a little muffled as he dries his face. "I've always wanted to see the Northern Lights, to hike through those crazy landscapes with the glaciers and the hot springs. Plus, I hear the people there are really friendly and laid-back."

Jordan smiles, picturing Luke bundled up in a puffy coat and hiking boots, his breath fogging in the crisp Icelandic air. "That sounds amazing," she says softly. "Maybe, someday we should go together” 

There's a beat of silence on the other end of the line, and Jordan feels her cheeks heat up, worried that she's overstepped. But then Luke chuckles, and she can hear the smile in his voice.

"I'd like that," he says warmly. "We could rent one of those little cabins, spend our days exploring and our nights curled up by the fire."

Jordan's heart flutters at the thought, at the easy way Luke includes her in his future plans. She knows it's still early, that they're just getting to know each other, but somehow it feels right, like pieces of a puzzle clicking into place.

"So, did you have any pets growing up?" Luke asks, changing the subject.

Jordan laughs, setting her paintbrush down and leaning back against her pillows. "Oh, yeah. We always had dogs in my family. Golden retrievers, mostly. They were like our unofficial mascots."

She tells him about Bubba, the rambunctious puppy who chewed up all her favorite stuffed animals, and Ginger, the gentle old soul who used to sleep at the foot of her bed every night.

"What about you?" she asks, curious. "Any childhood pets?"

Luke groans, and Jordan can practically hear him shaking his head. "No, no pets for me. Although one time, my brother found a lizard in our backyard and decided to adopt it."

"A lizard?" Jordan giggles, trying to picture a young Luke with a scaly companion.

"Yeah, he named it Godzilla and everything. But then one day, he thought it would be hilarious to put it on my head while I was sleeping. I woke up with this thing crawling all over my face, and I've hated lizards ever since."

Jordan bursts out laughing, imagining the look of terror on Luke's face as he wakes up to a lizard on his head. "Oh my god, that's terrible," she gasps out between giggles. "Your poor brother, though. He was probably devastated when you didn't want to be Godzilla's co-parent."

"Hey, he's the one who ruined it by using the lizard for evil," Luke protests, but Jordan can hear the laughter in his voice. "Besides, I think he was better off an orphan, than having my brother be his parent" 

They dissolve into laughter again, the kind that makes Jordan's cheeks ache and her eyes water. It's the kind of laughter that comes from a place of pure joy, of feeling completely at ease with another person.

As their giggles subside, Jordan realizes that she's been talking to Luke for over half an hour, and that her painting is long forgotten on the bed beside her.

“I should let you go, don't you have a game tomorrow?” She asks 

“Ya, you gonna watch me play?” Luke asks, a smile crossing his lips

Jordan know’s she’s got class tomorrow, from 9-3, but Luke plays at 2, she hesitates before responding “yes” 

“Sounds good, goodnight Jordan” 

“Goodnight Luke” 

*****

November 16th, 2023

Jordan wakes up to the sound of Jacob knocking on her door. She glances at her phone and sees that it's 8 AM. 

“Come in,” Jordan calls out, sitting up in bed.

Jacob opens the door and peeks his head in. "Hey, Jordy. Kelly already left for work and I’m heading to skate, so I wanted to see if you want a ride to campus?” 

Jordan hesitates for a moment, then shakes her head. "No, thanks. I think I'm just going to walk today.”

Jacob nods, a smile on his face. "Alright, Have a good day, I'll see you tonight after the game."

Thanks, Jake. Good luck today!" Jordan calls out as Jacob closes the door behind him.

Once she hears the front door close, Jordan flops back onto her bed, a grin spreading across her face. She has no intention of going to class today - not when Luke and the Devils are playing at 2 PM.

She grabs her phone and sends a quick text to Luke.

Jordan: Good luck today, superstar! I'll be cheering you on from my bed.

Luke: Haha, thanks, Jordan, I’ll try to score for you ;)

Jordan smiles, before setting her phone. 

She spends the next few hours working on some homework assignments, trying to stay focused despite the anticipation building in her chest.

Finally, 2 PM rolls around, and Jordan settles onto her bed with her laptop, ready to watch the game. She puts in her headphones and pulls up the streaming site, her eyes immediately scanning the ice for Luke's familiar figure.

The game is intense from the start, both teams fighting hard for every inch of ice. Jordan finds herself on the edge of her seat, her heart racing with every shot on goal.

And then, halfway through the second period, it happens. Luke gets the puck on his stick, weaves through the defenders like they're standing still, and snaps a shot past the goalie's glove.

"Yes!" Jordan cheers.

She's so caught up in the moment, so focused on Luke, that she almost doesn't hear her bedroom door opening behind her.

"Jordan?"

Jordan jumps, her heart leaping into her throat as she quickly slams her laptop shut and yanks out her headphones. She looks up to see Kelly standing in the doorway, a confused look on her face.

"Kelly! Hi! I didn't hear you come in," Jordan stammers, trying to catch her breath.

Kelly frowns, glancing at the laptop on the bed. "I thought you had class today? What are you doing home?"

Jordan's mind races, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "Oh, my 2pm was canceled so I decided to come back and get some studying done.”

Kelly nods slowly, there's a hint of suspicion in her eyes. "I see. And the cheering?” 

“Just uh finally understood my econ homework” Jordan says, forcing a laugh, hoping it doesn't sound as fake as it feels. Kelly studies her for a long moment, and Jordan holds her breath, praying that her sister-in-law will buy the lie.

Kelly nods, and her smile widens “Ok, well don’t let me keep you from studying, I’ll be in the living room if you need anything” 

Jordan nods, relief washing over her. "Will do, Thanks, Kel."

As Kelly leaves the room, closing the door behind her, Jordan lets out a shaky breath. She knows she won't be able to watch the rest of the game now, not with Kelly home and the risk of getting caught.

With a sigh, she grabs her phone and sends a quick text to Luke.

Jordan: Ugh, had to stop watching. Kelly came home early and almost caught me. But I saw your goal! You were amazing out there. Can't wait to hear all about it later.

She sets her phone aside and tries to focus on her homework, for real this time. 

*****

After a thrilling 5-2 victory over the Blue Jackets, the Devils' locker room is buzzing with energy and excitement. Luke, still riding the high of his first multi point night, with a  goal and two assists, and is grinning from ear to ear as he towels off his sweaty hair.

"Luke!" a member of the Devils' PR team calls out, poking his head into the locker room. "Media wants to talk to you. You're up for post-game."

Luke nods, taking a deep breath and trying to compose himself. 

He follows the PR rep out to the media scrum, where a cluster of reporters and cameras are waiting for him. He takes his place in front of the backdrop, the Devils' logo prominently displayed behind him.

"Luke, congrats on the big win tonight," one of the reporters says, holding out a microphone. “You’ve scored a goal your last two games now, what has contributed to your improved performance?” 

Luke grins, shrugging modestly. "Just feeling good, I guess. When the team's playing well, it's easy to feed off that energy. We've been working hard in practice, and it's starting to translate onto the ice."

The questions continue for a few more minutes, ranging from his thoughts on the team's defensive performance to his personal goals for the rest of the season. Luke answers them all with poise and professionalism, even as his mind keeps drifting back to Jordan, to the way her voice sounds when she's cheering him on.

Finally, the PR rep signals that the interview is over, and Luke makes his way back to the locker room, a spring in his step and a glint in his eye.

As he enters the room, he's greeted by a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles from his teammates.

"Rusty!" Dawson calls out, grinning broadly.

"Two apples and a goal, Hughesy? You're making the rest of us look bad," Jesper teases, tossing a ball of tape at Luke's head.

Luke laughs, ducking out of the way and flipping Jesper off good-naturedly. "Hey, someone's gotta carry you slugs to victory."

"Oh, is that right?" Nico chimes in, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought you were just trying to impress a certain someone."

Luke feels his cheeks heat up, and he shoots a glare at Jack, who's sitting in his stall with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You told them?" he hisses, his voice low.

Jack shrugs, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "I might have mentioned that you have a big date coming up."

Luke groans, burying his face in his hands as his teammates start to hoot and holler around him.

"Lukey's got a girlfriend, Lukey's got a girlfriend!" Nate singsongs, doing a little dance in his skates.

"She's not my girlfriend," Luke mumbles, but he can't quite keep the smile off his face. "We haven't even gone out yet."

"But you want her to be your girlfriend," Dawson says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Come on, Hughesy, spill the beans. What's she like? Is she hot?"

Luke scoffs, and rolls his eyes, hoping his silence is enough of an answer, which it is, but only because coach comes in the room, and tells them to hurry up because they gotta get to the plane. 

*****

November 17th, 2023

Jordan emerges from her bedroom, dressed and ready for her English Lit class. She's wearing a comfortable but cute outfit - her favorite pair of jeans, a cozy sweater, and a pair of ankle boots. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and she's got a backpack slung over one shoulder.

As she walks into the living room, she sees Jacob and Kelly sitting at the breakfast table, sipping coffee and chatting quietly. They both look up as she enters, smiling warmly.

"Morning, Jords," Jacob greets her, setting down his mug. "You're up early."

Jordan shrugs, adjusting the strap of her backpack. "Yeah, I've got class at 9. Figured I should probably be on time for once."

Kelly chuckles, shaking her head. "I still don't know how you manage to function at that hour. When I was in college, I avoided 9 AMs like the plague."

Jordan grins, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. "It's not so bad once you get used to it. Plus, my teacher is pretty cool. He makes the lectures interesting."

Jacob nods, taking another sip of his coffee. "Speaking of class, what happened yesterday? I thought you had a full day, but Kelly said you were home when she got back."

Jordan feels a flicker of panic in her chest, but she tries to keep her expression neutral. "Oh, yeah, my last class got canceled. The teacher sent an email the night before, but I didn't see it until I was already on campus for my second class. So i just came back” 

She takes a bite of her apple, chewing slowly to give herself a moment to compose her thoughts.

Jacob studies her for a minute, as if he’s looking for something. 

She glances at the clock on the wall, realizing that she needs to get going if she wants to make it to class on time. "Alright, I should probably head out” 

Jacob stands up, stretching his arms above his head. "You want a ride? I'm heading to the rink for practice, but I can drop you off on the way."

Jordan hesitates for a moment, tempted by the offer, before deciding to decline, “That’s okay, I think I’ll walk” 

Jacob shrugs, grabbing his keys from the counter. "Suit yourself. Have a good day, Jords. Learn something new."

Jordan laughs, rolling her eyes. "I'll do my best.."

*****

Luke sits in his stall, methodically taping his stick as he goes through his pre-game routine. Around him, the locker room is a buzz of activity - teammates stretching, chatting, getting into the right headspace for the game ahead.

But Luke barely notices the noise, his mind a million miles away. He can't stop thinking about Jordan, wondering what she's doing right now.

He takes a deep breath, trying to center himself. He knows he needs to focus, needs to be fully present for the game ahead. The Flyers are a tough opponent. 

But even as he tries to push thoughts of Jordan aside, he can't quite shake the butterflies in his stomach, the giddy anticipation that comes with the promise of seeing her again soon.

Suddenly, his coach's voice cuts through the chatter, calling the team to attention. It's time to hit the ice, to put everything else aside and focus on the task at hand.

Luke stands up, grabbing his helmet and gloves and falling into line behind his teammates. As they make their way down the tunnel and onto the ice, he feels a familiar rush of adrenaline, the roar of the crowd washing over him like a wave.

The first period is a blur of motion and speed, the puck bouncing from stick to stick like a rubber bullet. Luke is in the zone, his skates carving through the ice like blades, his mind completely focused on the game.

But the Flyers are relentless, their forecheck suffocating and their defense stifling. The Devils struggle to gain any momentum, their passes just a little off, their shots just a little wide.

As the buzzer sounds for the end of the period, Luke skates off the ice feeling frustrated and drained. They're down 1-0, and he knows they need to find a way to turn things around if they want to have any chance of winning.

In the locker room, the coach tries to rally the troops, his voice stern but encouraging. "We're not out of this yet, boys," he says, looking each player in the eye. "We need to simplify our game, get pucks deep and work harder on the forecheck. We can still win this."

Luke nods, wiping the sweat from his brow and taking a long swig of water. He knows the coach is right, knows that they have the skill and the determination to come back from this deficit.

But as the second period starts, it becomes clear that the Flyers have other ideas. They come out flying, their skates a blur as they swarm the Devils' zone like angry bees.

Luke does his best to keep up, defend rushes and create chances for his team. But the Flyers are relentless, and before he knows it, they're down 3-0, the game slipping away from them like sand through an hourglass.

As the second intermission rolls around, the mood in the locker room is grim. Guys are hanging their heads, muttering curses under their breath. The coach tries to keep things positive, but even he seems to be running out of words.

Luke sits in his stall, his head in his hands. He can't help but feel like he's letting his team down, like he should be doing more to turn the tide.

But even as he tries to rally himself, to find that extra gear that will help him push through the fatigue and the frustration, his mind keeps drifting back to Jordan.

He wonders if she's watching the game, if she's cheering him on from her couch or her bedroom. He pictures her face, the way her eyes light up when she smiles, the way her laugh makes his heart skip a beat.

And somehow, for the first time in his life, he feels like there’s more to life than hockey, and he doesn’t know if he should be ecstatic or terrified. 

As the final buzzer sounds and the Devils skate off the ice with their heads held low, Luke feels a sense of disappointment wash over him. It's never easy to lose, especially at home in front of your own fans.

But as he makes his way back to the locker room, he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a text from Jordan, a simple message that makes his heart swell with warmth.

You played your heart out tonight. I'm so proud of you. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.

#luke hughes #nj devils #original story #crossing enemy lines

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Comfort in His Arms

Summary - Part 19 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - none

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

Back in the apartment, Dean is met with Suzy holding a stack of books on purity and abstinence. 

“There you are, I thought I’d scared you off.”

“Never. Just had to take a call.”

“Everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah…” His eyes drift back to the DVDs sitting on the cabinet. “Actually, not really…Carmelita.”

Her gaze follows his and her eyes go wide in shock. “So, you've seen my...work. Listen, I don't blame you if you want to be assigned a new counsellor. I-I get it.”

“No. No, no. Are you- are you kidding me? I mean, you're- you're a freaking legend.”

“No! I-I am -- I'm not that girl anymore. I moved here. I changed my name. That girl was- was horrible.”

“Listen, uh, Suzy, I've seen a lot of awful things, the stuff of nightmares, okay? But you- you're the good dreams. And nobody in Hartford knows?”

“Yeah, what am I supposed to say? Oh, yeah, hey, I used to be a porn star. Let's pray?”

“Well... They do not appreciate you. I mean... the things you can do- the scene with the tacos. My g-let’s just say that was a fun one to reenact…” 

“Yeah.”

“Made me want to join a mariachi band just to be near you.”

“Well, you are now.”

“I am, aren't I?”

“You're not like... the other guys in town, are you? You're kind of a... a bad boy.” She moves in close wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I don't know. Why don't you ask me that in Spanish?”

“Eres un Chico malo?”

“Sí.” She closes the gap between their lips, pulling him close. 

He pulls her head in and hungrily kisses her back. After a moment he pulls back suddenly, “Shit! Shit! I can’t do this! Shit! I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, you just got reborn today and I’m already ruining you. Look, this was a mistake. You should go.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” He quickly leaves the apartment and walks down the street as it starts to rain. He pulls out his phone and calls Y/N’s number. It goes straight to voice mail, he tries multiple times and leaves a number of apologetic texts begging her to call him. He walks for a few more minutes before his phone starts to ring. He answers quickly not caring to check the ID.

“Y/N? Baby! I’m so sorry! I-”

“Dean?”

“Sammy! Hey.”

“You gotta come to Peoria.”

“What’s going on? I’m working a case with Bobby. Anyway, what are you doing in Peoria, you’re supposed to be at the Bunker with Y/N.”

“I know. I promise to explain everything. You just gotta get here.”

“Bobby has the car, I’m on my way to the library to meet him. You can explain while I walk.”

“It’s about Y/N, Dean. She’s gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean gone? She went to Peoria? Alone?”

“Not exactly. Listen, Bobby and I had a plan. You work a case with him while I work one with Y/N. So, we came to Peoria. But we had a fight and she left.”

“You had a fight?” Dean arrived at the library and leans against the Impala as he sends a quick text to Bobby to meet him outside ASAP. “Have you tracked her phone? The car?”

“That’s the thing, her phone and the car are still here. I think something took her when she went outside. I was inside and then there was a bright blue flash in the car park and when I got outside she was gone.”

“You let something take my girl?!” 

“I didn’t let it, Dean. She’s a hunter too, I thought she’d be okay.”

“A hunter who’s in recovery from surgery and who wasn’t thinking straight. I hope you’re damn proud of yourself.”

“She’s not just yours, Dean. I love her too. Look, I’m not the villain here. Just get here and help me find her.”

Dean hangs up and gets in the car as Bobby hands him the keys. Bobby gets in the passenger seat as Dean speeds off.

“Drop me at the motel. Jody and I got this one. You and Sam get our girl back. Let me know if I can do anything to help.”

“Blue light, Sam said there was a blue light. Same as our survivor here. Could it be the same thing? How can it be in two places at once.”

“Nearest I can tell we’re dealing with Vesta, Roman Goddess of the Hearth. She needs virgin sacrifices. Unless they went and got reborn today, she doesn’t fit the profile.”

Dean pulls into the motel parking lot and pulls out his phone in desperation. He texts Sam asking if they went to church today. “He said they didn’t visit any churches.”

“So, it’s something else. Jody and I’ll gank this God and then meet you boys in Peoria,” Bobby says as he gets out of the car. Before he shuts the door he says, “She’s a fighter, Dean, she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.”

As Bobby steps back, Dean takes off towards the highway at full speed. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It’s the early hours of the morning when Dean pulls into the motel where Sam’s waiting for him. He jumps out of the car and bangs on the door. “Sammy!”

Sam opens the door quickly and then sits back down at the table in front of his laptop and mess of paperwork. 

“We gotta find her, Sam. I swear to you if we don’t-”

“I know. I want to find her just as bad.”

Dean snatches the files and reads over them as he sits at the end of what was Y/N’s bed. That’s when he noticed all her bag sitting beside him untouched. He opens it and rifles through her stuff finding her knife and gun at the bottom. He twirls the knife in his hands admiring the etching of their initials. “She’s out there alone and unarmed, Sam. We gotta find her. I can’t lose her. Not like this. I can’t.”

“I know. We’re gonna find her. Just help me research.”

Dean pulls Y/N’s laptop on top of his lap and starts to research with Sam. When the sun’s starting to rise Sam says, “I'm pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a Djinn.”

“A freaking genie took my girl? You mean she’s in some abandoned warehouse somewhere being drained of her blood.”

“At least we can find her now. There’s an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. She’s gotta be there.”

Dean slams the laptop shut and tucks Y/N’s knife and gun into his jacket before standing up and rushing outside and into the car. Sam follows.

As Dean speeds off Sam says, “I wonder what she wished for?”

“Once I would’ve said I knew. But now, I don’t know. And I don’t know if she’ll fight to come back. When I got caught that time I fought hard to come back. I couldn’t blame her if she couldn’t find a reason to fight it. To want to come back to me.”

“She loves you, Dean. Pretty much unconditionally. She’ll fight for you. We’re gonna get her back.”

It’s not long before Dean’s pulling a park in front of an old dilapidated factory. They practically jump out of the car, quickly gathering weapons from the boot before making their way inside cautiously. They split up and search the rooms down the opposite ends of the hall. After searching five rooms and coming up empty, panic starts to settle in. Dean can’t stop his heart from pounding. The thought of losing her drives him to keep going. Searching room after room, tearing them apart. As Dean enters a dirty and crusty store room a bloodcurdling scream echoes through the halls. It’s a sound that breaks his heart and sends him into a fury – he’d know that scream anywhere. He sprints down the hall in the direction of the sound, Sam meeting him at the door. Dean pulls out his gun and takes the safety off as Sam opens the door in front of him. 

As soon as they enter, you start to run over to them. But your muscles are weak and you only make it a few steps before you trip. “Dean? Sam?” Dean catches you before you hit the cold cement.

“We’re here, Sweetheart. I’m here. You’re safe.” Dean engulfs you in his arms carefully. He takes in your pale skin and sunken eyes – the telltale signs of blood loss. He picks you up bridal-style and begins to carry you towards the door. As Sam opens the door you’re met with the ugly tattooed face of the man you’d met the night before. You burrow your face into Dean’s shoulder as Sam reaches out and stabs the djinn in the heart. You start to cry and Dean pulls you tighter to his chest.

“It’s over. You’re safe. I got you.” He keeps whispering reassurances to you as he carries you out to the car. He climbs into the backseat with you and continues to hold you close. After a few minutes Sam returns, having searched the room for any of the other victims. He takes the keys and drives back into town to the local hospital. Where the boys would muscle their way through this, Dean insists on getting you checked out, especially after the pregnancy.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A few hours later you’re sitting in the motel bed in Dean’s arms. You’re feeling much better after getting some blood, fluids and painkillers pumped into your system. 

“So what was it like? What’d you wish for?”

“Like you don’t know.”

“After what I said to you last night I really don’t.”

“That hurt, I won’t lie, and we’ve got a lot to talk about but I still love you, Dean. I just hope you didn’t mean what you said.”

“I meant some of it. I meant what I said about you making me feel safe and happy. I meant it when I said I should tell you how much I love you more often. And honestly, I have felt lost since...But the rest…the rest I regret with everything I have.”

“We had a little boy, Sammy Jr., he looked just like a miniature you and he loved Scooby Doo as much as you do. And I was pregnant with a little girl. And we were happy. Married even. The whole nine yards.”

“But?”

“We were too happy. We didn’t fight. And we didn’t hunt…”

“Still not seeing an issue. I thought that was your dream. Get out, start a family-”

“Sam and Bobby died helping us get out of the life. I wanna get out Dean, but not at their expense.”

He nods and hugs you tighter to his chest. “So, how’d you escape?”

“I drowned myself in the lovely bath fake you drew for me.”

“Too bad this divey old place doesn’t have a tub. When we get home, I’ll draw you a bath and we can enjoy it together without drowning. But for now, why don’t you take a nap? I promise I’ll be here when you wake up and we’ll talk more then.”

You nod and snuggle into his embrace as he kisses the top of your head.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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#dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff

[konoa-t]

GranEssex Live Konoa Reaction (part 1)

Henlo I am deciding to do a live reading of @kachikirby ‘s series GranEssex Chronicles

I’m gonna try and go through the entire series, starting with the first book, “Wings of Beginning”

This is my first full-on live blogging(?) post, so idk if theres any way I should be doing it but f*ck it we ball

Anyway there’s a lot of text so behind a cut it goes!

(SPOILER WARNING cuz i’ll also be talking about what goes down in the book to give context for my ramblings)

Chapter 1

Note: Gonna try to use punctuation for now but this will probably disintegrate as time goes on (me hate punctuation on tumblr blog ooga booga). Also this live blog is pretty summary-heavy, but I’ll try to tone that down in future posts.

I’ve technically read up until chapter 4, but I’m gonna go ahead and backtrack to look over the previous chapters again and give my reaction on those :D it would feel weird to just start it halfway through anyway. The chapter opens up with Kurabe (if u don’t know who that is you should probably go check out Kachi’s account) going on a mission to eliminate a criminal group only to see that everyone’s just been absolutely bodied by some blue toddler with a stick. Kurabe’s like, “hey I need to take u in for questioning” and the kid is like “nuh uh” and tries clubbing her to death, but obviously Kurabe is stronger so she just blocks him. Even though I was only, like, two sentences in, my attention was already grabbed; I was very excited to see what happened next :D Anyway, Kurabe gets one of her swords knocked out of her hand by the kid, and she’s just like “ah.” But then she teleports behind him and chops him in the back of the head with her hand, causing the kid to faint. I was kinda surprised that she just knocked him out like that, but I guess it makes sense because she had a job to do lmao. Anyway she gets back to her ship and Mercury is there and, upon seeing the child, is just like “HUH”. Kurabe says that he’s fine and only has minor injuries, so she goes to her room to patch him up a little. She wondered why someone would leave their kid on a planet with so much criminal activity, and I honestly agreed because I was just as confused 💀 who leaves a whole toddler on the planetary equivalent of Detroit??? Insane, bro. So anyway she cleans him up and after he wakes up, Kurabe says good morning to him and the kid just immediately goes

Anyway, Kurabe tells him to calm down and asks his name, to which the child responds, “Meta.” It was pretty much implied from the start that this was Meta Knight, but I was still like “OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS HIM” Anyway cue Meta being suspicious of Kurabe and Kurabe trying her best to calm him down. I’m watching this whole interaction go down and honestly wondering if Meta’s just gonna straight up maul Kurabe, but thankfully he doesn’t. Kurabe’s maternal urges start taking over and she offers to raise Meta- err, I meannn… train him (because I can’t imagine it would be good to send him back to space Detroit 💀) and Meta asks if he can stay on her ship forever. Kurabe is like “yeah sure” and then after talking, she helps show him around his new room and then they sit down and have a meal together. The image of Meta playing with the spaghetti was really cute :D Meta makes mention of Kurabe’s sword and Kurabe tells him that she’d train him. However, she did warn him that he training was so intense that students have quit or even DIED because of it (which is…. Scary /not neg). He agrees to the training. Meta then got kinda tired so he went to go to sleep, and as Kurabe was tucking him in, he grabs onto her and they end up falling asleep together :DD Overall this was a very cute chapter and it does a great job of grabbing the attention.

#I was gonna do more chapters but i think i’m gonna start off slow for this post #Next post I’ll probably try to do chapters 2 3 and 4 #GranEssex Stuff #Live Konoa Reaction

[motherthroat]

ok see now i'm gonna go down the list again n send u a novel bc quite frankly i'm relentless n want to know wht three emojis u wouldn’t give me + clown around Together 😇

🍪 - this is a given and my motivation behind handcuffing us together for all of eternity duhhh<3

💥 - this is visible to anyone with eyes but i do understand tht it may be nice to hear so yes mori ur layout is very pleasing 👍

🚬 - you Are cool, n perhaps intimidatingly so, but not to me bc you’ve been soft w me before n even tho you're taller.. in my heart, you're my height. or shorter :3

🍜 - see i can’t say this bc i feel like ur skills cannot be imitated bc wht infuses such flavor into ur work is the fact tht it comes from You n it has ur heart in it. so. i will leave all of tht to you n all of the fawning n rabid cheerleading to me 😌

🧠 - yes i learn that there are indeed intelligent life forms out there which is always reassuring and desperately needed in these dark times amen 🙏

suddenly blind and unable to read idk wht the next emoji is omg 404 blue screen of death currently buffering only to finally load…..

🍧 - yes. u are. n i remember sometimes going “omgggg am i special… seeing the soft underside… 🥹👉👈” heheheheheh but again this is jus a Given like. nods at u

🧢 - see idk if i have the proper qualifications to determine whether or not ur a Bro and i would hate to be misdiagnosing out here 😞

🫀 - ok so see the thing abt this one is tht i’m actually a goodie two shoes tht can’t fight n has nonexistent arm strength so this whole killing someone n digging a grave thing would have to perhaps fall to u like . it’s almost a cannibal au situation except we’re not eating them yk? 🫶 but i would offer emotional support ofc n a moist towelette to wipe the blood off. sooo ride or die as in that + i'm your chihuahua guard dog tht would bite anyone's ankle <3 (but this is also a given bc again: the handcuffs. would i cuff us if we weren't ride or dies? exactly.)

🗣 - the thing abt this one is i’d be happy tht ur out there thriving living ur life or i’d assume tht u were here but deleted ur posts before i woke up / logged in bc the alternative would also kill me immediately </3

the only time i’d ever send u a tomato is if i were gently placing one in ur hand bc we were in the kitchen cooking something delicious n u asked me to get u one :) peace n luv on planet earth

i made tht small text n it's still long as hell . rip

𝄢 hey 😎

🍪 ─ u're v fascinating n i mean that. even if u do smth incredibly weird that'll annoy me i'd still go hmm i can fix them. or not bc i'll most likely be knee-deep joining u on wtvr u're doing. u make my ti-dom...... ti-domming

💥 ─ the fact that i'm ur moot rn is prove bc ppl w horrid sense of aesthetic just existing piss me off

🫂 ─ a given. in fact, u can bring up the most outta nowhere, embarassing topic n i won't ever think fuck this lil weirdo asking me stupid shit. tho if it's trivial matters like a post reminding me of u, i prefer to interact publicly. for no rzn................

🚬 ─ no ♡ u are cool... the way i find will byers cool. unintimidatingly so. n the fact that i'm shorter in ur heart is actually sickening to read ngl. this is us denise, this is how we look side by side ↓ 1.) i can rest my chin on top of ur head 2.) if i'm any shorter then we'd both be chihuahua material which is wrong

🍜 ─ ur ability to befriend anyone quick n be generally likable instead of mr. oversuspicious who yells at anybody stepping on his lawn due to a few bad experiences x

❤️‍🔥 ─ do i need to say anyth. c'mon. c'mon. everytime i log in, i wonder what's denise gonna say today abt raggedy ass ppl n what cute stuff is denise gonna come up w. u helplessly dying on the floor due to ur lactose intolerance for the 5th time is Content. atp i'm an enjoyer of a whole denise* not just denise the st blog

🧠 ─ maybe. not necessarily learning new things but being reassured that smone hasn't forgotten the thing

─ ok? i was making a creamy red sauce rigatoni w flan as dessert n u gotta pay the kiss the cook toll to even get the flan i put on the upper shelf but ig smone is full. more for me 🙄

🍧 ─ another given. n here's the thing: i don't like it when ppl get 💗💞💓💕💖-coddly w me. s not inherently bad, just that a lot of em expect u to match energies/respond similarly which is. i don't do that. n i don't like how fragile sm mutualships can be over it. but i don't mind u barfing ur love all over my activity partly bc ik uk how i am n none of my painstaking push n pull will deter u + it's U. that's it

🧢 ─ pft no. never even crossed my mind. u hv ZERO bro energy

🫀─ i knew u have the arm strength of soggy fries so i alrd fully assigned myself to do the brute work yes. on a srs note, u're my Friend friend. now me making a distinction between a friend n a Friend friend seems terrible but the latter isn't just existing in the same space peacefully, no, i wanna get to a point where u n i fight over small things n make up 5 mins later. i want us to bonk e/o on the heads. i want sm henpecking going on when necessary. ik u can be relied on for that level of #trust

❤️‍🩹 ─ *n this is why i wanna meet u irl. i want this so bad it's actually embarassing

🗣 ─ yes but if u're enjoying life away from this lawless wasteland n its chronically online weirdos i can do nothing but let u be. get that fresh O². touch that grass

🍅 ─ why the hell would i give u this. why. not in a million yrs. unless... ☹ peace n luv on planet earth indeed. later i'm peeling chilled fruits n sharing it w u on the front porch as we watch the sun set alongside édith piaf's hymne à l'amour

#inbox #long post

[wrenreid]

Conflict of Interest

mature content discussed in this story… all chapter in masterlist

Chapter Twenty: Out With It

Nina’s words replay in your head like an echo or a verse of a song that’s stuck in your mind and you can’t stop annoying yourself by singing it over and over again.

“And if he doesn’t?”

And if he doesn’t reject you and tell you your relationship has and always will be purely physical- purely friends with benefits and no strings attached, and all that bullshit that never works out in the books? What if he doesn’t turn down your feelings, but rather reciprocates them?

You suppose you haven’t quite considered that possibility. Well, it’s crossed your mind, but more so in a way in which you think it, then you tell yourself you’re crazy and need to slow your roll.

These thoughts have been going through your head all morning like an annoying snapchat video you can’t click out of.

You texted him back last night, responding with an optimistic and not at all nervous: “For sure, I’ll see you at 6!”

After sending it, you felt pretty good and empowered, then a total of 13 minutes and 27 seconds later, you wanted to throw up and unsend it. In that order. But unfortunately for you, Spencer had already responded with a cute “Looking forward to it!”

Nina, both annoyed and worried that you’re sitting in bed practically chewing your lips and nails off, drags you to lunch in the cafeteria downstairs. You sit with your friends and enjoy spending time with them for the first time in a while. It’s actually nice to not think about Spencer and this incredibly frustrating situation.

Being so nervous to tell a guy you have feelings for him reminds you of your school days. You weren’t necessarily a shy person, but admitting to a guy or girl that you like them was always difficult. So many gone-wrong scenarios played in your head that made you choke up or stutter.

But since you’re nearly 26 years old, you remind yourself to buck up and just fucking come out with it.

After lunch, Nina occupies your time with movies and gossip about her family she learned and or saw during the holidays. Their efforts of distracting you do not go unnoticed. You’re grateful to have a roommate/ best friend like her.

Eventually, it’s time to start getting ready. You head to the showers, missing having the nice bathroom from your childhood to use.

Once you’re back in your room, you get dressed in your favorite jeans and an oversized light blue sweater. You pull your hair back into two somewhat loose pigtails and put on a little bit of makeup. You pull on your boots then head out the door at 5:45, talking a deep breath.

Looking out the window of the cab, you can’t help but imagine either way this may go. And how both ways will ultimately change the relationship between you.

If Spencer does not feel the same, then you’ll have to stop seeing him; that would be the only choice fair to yourself. Class would be awkward as hell and maybe even hard to get through some days.

If he does reciprocate your feelings, then you’ll have to decide whether or not to make that extra step in the relationship. And being your professor’s girlfriend has to be difficult. You’d still have to keep things a secret.

A part of you feels like either outcome this situation will have could end poorly.

The cab driver pulls into Spencer’s apartment parking lot, and parks. You pay him the fee, then get out and take the elevator to his floor. When it lands, the stomach drop feeling comes from nothing the elevator stopping and the fact that you’re actually doing this.

You knock three times and wait the short amount of time it takes Spencer to open the door.

“Hey,” he smiles to you, opening the door wider so you can go in. “I almost thought you were going to stand me up, you haven’t texted me all day.”

“Oh shit, yeah. I’m so sorry, Nina was distracting me all day and we were catching up some more.”

“No worries,” he says softly. “You’re here now.”

“That I am,” you rub your hands together with nerves and follow him as he leads you to the couch.

“How was your break?”

“It was good,” you say honestly. “It was nice to be with my family again. Though my mother did not come.”

“Really?” He says with a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s okay. I think it was for the best.”

He nods.

“How was that party your friend took you to?” You ask before you can even think it through. What if he says he met someone?

“It wasn’t half bad actually,” he tells you. “Normally I hate parties or really any event where there’s a ton of people I don’t know, but it wasn’t awful.”

You nod. “I’m glad you could enjoy yourself even if it was just a little.”

He smiles softly. “What about yours?”

You completely forgot until now that you told him you were going to a party. Which you were totally lying about but ended up actually going to one. You can tell your cheeks are burning red. “Yeah, it was nice.”

“Nice?” He questions.

“Okay, it was good until it was kind of awkward. I got a little tipsy then made out with my brother’s old best friend.”

“Oh,” Spencer says.

Oh? What does “oh” mean?

“It didn’t mean anything though,” you say quickly.

“Hey, I mean you can kiss whoever you want. It’s not like we’re dating.”

That sentence hits you like a baseball bat to the gut.

“Right. We’re not dating. And you’ve made it abundantly clear we never will.” You say, turning away from him.

“What?”

You stay silent, still not looking at him.

“We both agreed that this would just be some stupid risk we’re taking-”

“So now it’ stupid?”

“Yeah, Y/n. It is stupid! The whole no strings attached friends with benefits thing is stupid!”

“Well sorry, Doctor, I thought we were enjoying this!”

“I thought we were too. But apparently you’re angry about your own rules.”

“I’m angry because I broke my own rule!”

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows.

This is not how you intended to tell him. You sigh, bouncing your leg. “The most basic rule of this type of relationship is don’t fall for the other person… I broke that.”

His face changes. His eyebrows relax a little and his eyes widen a bit. Spencer’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. “Wait… really?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out softly, looking down at the carpet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I definitely didn’t intend to tell you like this. I don’t want to be mad at each other.”

Spencer’s hand cups your cheek gently, forcing you to look at him. He starts to say something, but leans in and presses his lips to yours instead. It’s soft, but passionate.

You relax against him entirely, despite your brain telling you to pull away; you still don’t know how he feels. Your hand rests on his knee.

After a moment, he pulls away, lips swollen. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Really that’s all you have to say?” You say with an almost laugh.

“I’m not really good at saying how I feel, but I’ll try for you. I didn’t want this to just be a casual, no strings attached relationship. I do think those are stupid and hardly work out, especially not for people like us. I agreed because I wanted to get close to you, and I thought that was all you wanted. But I stumbled and fell for you harder along the road. Like the type of fall where you hit your head on gravel, and you’ve got scraped knees and elbows, and everything hurts afterwards.”

You chuckle softly, feeling your heart in your throat. You feel like crying, but you choke it down. “So what now?”

“I just poured my heart out to you, and you ask ‘What now?’” Spencer laughs softly.

“Hey, all you said was that you weren’t mad.”

“Touché, well deserved.”

“But seriously, what do we do now? Do we move on with our lives or-?”

“What? No, of course not!” He says, cutting you off. “I want a real relationship… if you want that too.”

“I do,” you smile softly. “But don’t you think that it’ll make things weird?”

“Things have been weird for months, Y/n.”

You nod, chuckling softly once again. “You’re not wrong there.”

“I’m never wrong.”

“Whatever, genius,” you roll your eyes.

He smiles, bumping your shoulder playfully. “Will you be my girlfriend? Officially.”

“I don’t know,” you tease. “That’s a hard decision.”

“Okay, go home.”

“I’m kidding! Yes, yes I will be your girlfriend.” You grin up at him.

He smiles down at you, kissing you again. “You’re something else.”

“You like it,” you scrunch your nose at him cheekily.

“I suppose.”

You roll your eyes then pull him into you. Your lips find each other’s again, and your hands lock behind his neck. Spencer’s hand trail down to your thigh as he leans you back into the couch. Your tongues graze against each other’s roughly.

Spencer pulls away, drawing out a soft whine from you. “I don’t want to have sex.”

“Oh,” you say. “Okay.”

“Well, I mean it’s not that I don’t want to, but that’s how our last relationship started, and we’re having a clean slate. So tonight could just be I don’t know… am I making sense?”

“You’re making sense,” you assure him, twirling the hair against his neck in your fingers. “I agree.”

“Good,” he smiles. “Good, okay. Um how would you like dinner?”

“Are you cooking?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“I was thinking takeout, but I can cook for you later this week.”

You sigh, pouting. “I guess that’s fine.”

“Yeah, you guess?” He chuckles, and his smile makes your guts melt all over the couch.

After dinner, the two of you lay in his bed, fingers interlocked as you talk about winter break, the academy, and the BAU.

Earlier your mind was racing about the two different outcomes this night could’ve had. You were worried that either one would’ve ended poorly. But now, laying in this bed next to the guy you’re falling in love with, you can’t possibly imagine how this could go wrong. He’s perfect, this is perfect.

chapter twenty one

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[sunnysidevans]

Sunshine & Cowboy Hats (3) - S.Rogers

Summary: Now as the summer is in full swing, you are still rebuilding when the bulldozer comes, tearing the rebuild to the ground. You continue to strive for peace with the loveable blue-eyed cowboy at your side.

Pairing: Cowboy!Steve Rogers x SingleMom!Reader

Warnings: (18+), angsty, mostly fluff, steve being the most supportive dude ever, some swear words but not many.

PART I // PART II > LIBRARY

The hospital fell silent. You feel Steve tense beside you as your hand falls to his, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“The one and only” Ransom smirks, the same smirk he’d send your way whenever he got his way. “And who the hell are these people?” Steve steps up then, he knew you could take care of yourself, but he also knew, this man was no one to be messed with.

“Family” Ransom looks him up and down, scoffing at his response. A roll of his blue eyes as they fall back to you. “Where is my daughter?” you roll your eyes, turning back to the doctor at your side.

“Can I see her?” you ask as he nods, leading you back to the room where Vivian waited. “I’m coming too” you turned at that, daggers sent Ransom’s way. “You are not” he scoffs, “like hell I am, I am her father” you shake your head. “I am gonna take care of my daughter and if she wants to see you that is her choice” you snarl.

Following the doctor back to the room, you smile at your daughter's smiling face.

“Momma!” she squeals, arms held out in your direction as you smile. “Hi Baby” you make your way to the side of her bed, sitting to pull her into your arms.

“You okay?” you cup her cheeks, smiling as she nods eagerly. “I’m okay, I-I don’t know what happened” you shake your head, kissing her forehead.

“You are okay, just gotta drink more water when you are outside okay?” she nods, biting her lip, eyes falling to the door and back to yours.

“Can I see Steve..?” she hesitates, as if she’d be scolded for wanting to see her favorite man. “Of course” you smile. Pulling your phone from your back pocket, shooting off a quick text.

Steve feels the vibration in his back pocket, pulling the phone out he can’t help the smile that makes its way on his lips.

He follows the directions you gave him, soon finding the room.

He can hear Vivians giggles from the hall. Pushing the door open with his shoulder he can feel his heart double in size. You are sitting in the bed beside your daughter, holding her to you as she giggles.

“Steve!” her squeal could be heard from miles away.

“Hi sweet girl” he smiles, making his way to her awaiting arms. He sits beside her, wrapping her in his arms as she falls into his chest.

Her small form fit perfectly in his arms. 

He sends you a sympathetic smile, his arms rubbing soothing circles on Vivians back as she lets out a content sigh. “What are you going to do?” he mouths as you shrug, biting your lip.

“I don’t know..” you mouth back. He sits back to let Vivian lay back, her head falling back into his chest as you smile down at the two of them. Soon, the door is pushed open, Ransom’s sinister smirk the first thing you see. “Daddy?!” Vivan gasps, looking up at the door, he grins. “Hi baby” he makes his way in the room, You stand at the end of the bed, arms crossed across your chest.

Hand falling to his chest to stop him from moving any father. “This does break the restraining order, but she is happy to see you, I wont take that from her” you snarl under your breath, watching his eyes as they watch Vivians smile, not only directed at him but Steve. He holds his hands up in surrender, making his way around you.

Sighing, you make your way out of the room, Steve hot on your tails. You pace as the door closes, pacing the fluorescent lit hallway. “Hey” you look up at Steve’s voice, he steps in to stop your pacing. 

You stood in Steve’s arms for what felt like forever, his arms felt like a safe haven you never wanted to escape. The opening of the door startled you as you stood back to your full height, making eye contact with Ransom as he sent a smile and wave to his daughter. His eyes falling to you completely.

A smirk makes it on his face as he tsk’s. “You know, I give you credit I really do” he made his way to stand in front of you, he stood taller than your short stature. “You hid from me for months.. You hid her away from me” he shakes his head, hand on his hip. You can feel Steve tense beside you. “I hid from you for a reason, Ransom '' he shakes his head and a roll of his eyes as he scoffs.

“A reason? There is no reason to keep a girl from her father” you shake your head. “Let me guess, he took on the daddy role?” he points to Steve whose head perks up. “You moved on so quickly from me? So quickly from what we had?” you let out a deep breath through your nose.

“We had a toxic marriage, there was no love in that marriage excerpt for that little girl in there” you point to the door, “she was the only love that came from our marriage ransom” he shakes his head then with a scoff. “We are in love” you roll your eyes. “No Ransom we are not, we are far far from being in love, maybe in the past but far from it now” you feel Steve’s hand on your waist, looking at the man in front of you.

“I think it’s best we take Vivian home” Ransom looked like he could throw daggers at Steve as his jaw clenches. “I will take our daughter home” you shake your head.

“I will take MY daughter home” you push past the two of them and make it in to see Vivian. 

Shutting the bedroom door quietly, falling into the wall beside it quietly as you sigh. The whole car ride home trying to explain why dad was now here and why he nor Steve came home to tuck her in was extremely hard.

Running a hand down your face you push off the wall to make your way downstairs. The quiet knock at the front door makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. Slowly making your way to the door, you open it slowly, two redheads standing side by side with sad smiles and two bottles of wine. You send them both another sad smile, moving aside to show them inside.

“You okay?” Wanda speaks first, her voice soft as you nod slowly. “I am, I can’t let him bother me anymore” you mumble, making your way to the kitchen to grab three wine glasses.

“I can’t believe this even happened” Natasha’s voice is quiet as she opens the bottle of wine beside you. “I do” you shrug, sliding the glass to her to pour them out.

“He’s not one to stop until he gets what he wants, he wants me and Viv” sipping on the glass you look between the two women in your kitchen. “Thank you for coming here” you whisper, holding the glass against your cheek as the two smile. “We love you, I know how hard it was to leave Steve there” Wanda smiles.

The smile that makes its way to your face as the idea of Steve has you blushing at the coo’s from the two women. “Vivan was upset he wasn’t here to tuck her in” you sigh, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m not happy about it” you admit with a shrug. “He was upset he couldn’t follow you, but he also understands where you were coming from” you nod, biting your lip.

“I feel bad I upset him” you admit, looking between the two of them, tears rimming your lower lash line. “I feel bad this is even happening, to him, to Vivian” you whimper, letting the dam break that you were holding back. You fall into Natasha’s arms as she was the closest to catching you. “Oh love” Wanda is there, arms around you in the most nurturing way.

There in the darkest hours of the night you cried to two women you least expected to have in your life.

The glasses of wine left and long forgotten.

Steve couldn’t help to pace, biting his lip as he fought his mind and heart. He wanted to go to you so badly, he wanted to comfort you as he knew the toll Ransom took on you.

He also knew he had to respect you and your boundaries. “You need to relax” Bucky speaks up from the barn door, looking at him with a shake of his head. Steve jumps, looking back at his best friend. “I can’t relax knowing she’s hurting,” he admits, petting the horse in front of him, who does nothing but huff.

“I know how much her and Vivian have grown on you, I know you want to be there” he nods, looking back at Bucky. “The both of them mean alot to me” he admits, looking back at Captain, who stood with his head in Steve’s hand. “Maybe.. you should head over there, check on her” Steve’s head snaps to his best friend quickly.

“I need to also respect her wishes and leave them be” Bucky shakes his head, looking at the blonde hopeless man. “I think you know that didn’t pertain to you Rogers” he nods slowly. “Go” Bucky speaks again, Steve running to his truck faster than his feet could carry him.

He knew he broke too many laws on his way to the house, he would deal with the consequences another day. He wanted to get to you. Pulling into the long driveway he takes note of the vehicles in the driveway, just hoping he didn’t see Ransoms.

Quickly getting out of the truck he slams the car door, cringing as he makes his way up the steps. He lifts his hand, the door opening before it connects to knock.

“Get in here” Natasha whispers, pulling her best friend into the house.

“Woah woah what’s going on?” Steve pulls the hat off his head, sitting on its spot on the couch, looking between the two red heads. “I think the only thing that can help is you” Wanda speaks first, his brows pulling together as he looks between them. “I put her to bed, she cried for almost an hour” he nods slowly.

“She just needs you” Natasha admits as he nods again, now fully understanding. “I’ll take care of them” he slides the boots off his feet, leaving them by the front door so he does not track the dirt and muck through your home. “I got this” he smiles as they both nod, looking back at him as they make their way to the door, sending him a soft smile.

He makes his way up the stairs slowly, trying to miss the creak in the stairs to avoid waking you and Vivian. He moves to the door, taking a deep breath to prepare, seeing you so vulnerable.

He pushes the door open slowly, peeking around the door to take in your sleeping form. He smiles to himself, shutting the door quietly behind him. Making his way to the bed he sits beside you slowly.

You stir, feeling the bed dip beside you as you roll over, hand falling to his back. “Hey sweet girl” he whispers, hand falling into yours as he intertwines your fingers.

“Steve?” you mumble, voice full of sleep. “It’s me, get some sleep” he kisses your hand, he smiles as he notes the way your lashes fall across your cheeks, you were so peaceful.

“Lay with me” you mumble, pulling on his hand as he soon falls into the covers beside you.

He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you into his chest, tucking you under his chin.

You let out a heavy content sigh into the shirt he wore. “How’d you even get here?” you mumble, feeling the rumble of his chest under your head. His large hand was comforting as it made its way up and down your back, “Bucky kinda told me to stop moping around and come check on you”.

You can’t help the smile that makes its way on your lips as you nod. The comfort of his arms around you, you can’t help the sleep to take over you again.

“Go to sleep sweetheart” he runs his hands through your hair, nimble fingernails scratching at your scalp. Steve laid beside you as your breathing mellowed, signaling to him you had fallen asleep.

As he held you to his chest, he knew at that moment he was not gonna let anything happen to you or Vivian. 

— A MONTH LATER

Steve stood beside you, hand in yours as he stood in his nicest button down and nicest pair of pants, the man owned a pair of khakis, surprising you when you saw him pull them on this morning. “You may be seated” you sat beside your lawyer, Steve beside you. You can feel Ransom’s eyes on you, shooting daggers at the man beside you.

Steve realized he was far from being worth the suffering and way past letting him get under his skin. “I would like to start today by saying we will keep this civil, the life of a child in our hands” the judge began, motioning to herself and the jury. “Let’s begin with opening statements” your lawyer stood from her seat, adjusting her jacket.

“Good morning ladies and gentleman” she began, eyes on the jury as they began to hold their pens and notepads, ready for the arguments to begin. “I am representing my client today to protect a sweet innocent little girl” she began pacing, you knew Ransom’s lawyer was just as pissed as ransom to see her walking the courtroom.

She finalized your divorce with ransom, she was ready to fight for Vivian too.

You looked up at the soft comforting smile of your lawyer. “Hey” she whispers, hand on yours as she holds the tissue box out to you. “I know how much of a dick he is to you” she begins, keeping her hand in yours. You nod, wiping your cheeks with the tissues.

“Listen to me, hey, look at me” you look up to meet her eyes, biting your lip. “When you are ready”she whispers, sending you a grin. “I will take him for everything he is worth, especially to protect you and Vivian” you smile at that, nodding with a sniffle.

“I will make sure he never sees you or that little girl again, you can bet on that” you nod again, pulling her into a hug as she hugs you tight.

“I’m sure it is no secret who the man is sitting here today,” she continued, standing in front of the jury. “A man who took his families prized possessions, a man who murdered his grandfather” Ransom’s lawyer stands, “objection!”. Falling back in your seat you sigh.

“Hey” you look over at Steve’s soft whisper, sending you a smile. “We got this” he squeezes your hand, lips to your knuckles in a soft comforting kiss. You nod, sending him another soft smile and another squeeze to his hand, turning back to the judge. “Counselor” you lawyer nods then, “I’m sorry, murder accusation” she corrects herself, sending a smirk and wink your way.

“How would a young five year old be safe with anyone of this act? Someone who can do something so malicious, accusation or not” she nods, she notes the way the jury begins writing in the notebooks. “Nothing further” she buttons her jacket, walking to sit beside back in ehr seat as you send her a grin.

“Counselor” the judge nods to Ransom’s lawyer who stands with a cocky grin. “My client is a good man” he starts, you can’t help the eyeroll, you’re surprised they didn’t roll into your skull. “He has done nothing but care and love for his daughter, as well as her mother” he stands beside the jury then.

“But, she has taken that from him, his daughter” he nods, shoving his hands into his pockets. “After the finalization of the divorce, she packed up and ran, taking his daughter with her” you can’t help the eye roll then. “Taking her states away to hide her from the one person he adored the most, her father” you scoff, covering it with a cough as Steve's hand makes its way to your thigh.

“Don’t play into it” your lawyer’s voice can be heard beside you in a whisper. Ransom’s lawyer continued on, throwing to the jury how you stole his daughter away from him and took away the only person she loved, tearing you apart at the idea of you with another man who was now one of Vivian’s favorite people. 

The judge stood from her seat, gavel slammed down as she sighs. “I’m calling a recess, we will return in fifteen” she makes her way to her chambers as you sigh, head falling to the table.

“We got this in the bag” she rubs your back in soft comforting circles as you nod slowly. “You are doing amazing” Steve speaks, sending your lawyer a warm smile as she nods.

“We’re gonna get him” she agrees, standing from her seat. “Go out and get some fresh air, I’ll see you both in fifteen” you nod against the table as she sends a stern look to Steve as he nods. “C’mon sweet girl” Steve stands, hand on your elbow as he helps you stand, handing falling to yours instinctively.

You follow beside him, hugging his arm as you make it out the doors. “C’mere” you collide with his chest, wrapping around his waist, sighing. “We got this in the bag okay? Just like she said, she’s ready to fight for you and Vivian” you nod against him, standing straighter as his hand stays on your waist.

“I can’t let this man control my life anymore” you sigh, shaking your head as your hands fall on your hips, on top of Steves. “You won't” he admits, kissing your temple as he pulls you back into his chest.

He feels the buzz of his back pocket, looking down at the text with a smile. “Bucky and Nat ask how you are doing” you look up at him as he shows you the text, you can’t help the smile.

“Tell them surviving” you giggle. 

Fifteen minutes flew by as you followed beside your lawyer and Steve back into the courtroom. You take a deep breath as you sit down at the table. This was it. You would have full custody of your daughter, visitation as approved by you.

No more ransom at your neck about anything. Putting you down at the way you look at Steve, the way you looked at him at a time in his life.

The way Vivan had fallen for him as hard as Steve did for her. “Court is now back in session, Judge Reed residing” the woman made her way back to her seat.

“Welcome back” she nods in the direction of both of the lawyers. “I would like to hear closing statements at this time and we will let the jury converse” you nod slowly, looking over at your lawyer who sends a grin in your direction.

“We’ve got this” she stands, making her way to begin winning over the jury. You can see their pens moving quickly, writing and taking everything she says to heart. Your lawyer nods at the jury, “that is all” she makes it back to sit beside you.

Ransom’s lawyer begins, standing as he makes his way to the jury to deliver the final. The hopeful nail in the coffin for this part of your life. 

The jury conversed for hours. They made their way back to their seats in the matter of half an hour. Envelope that held your and Vivian's futures in their hands.

Judge Reed spoke first, “Can the head juror please stand” soon the young woman stood, looking between you and Ransom. You felt Steve tense beside you, his hand falling into yours out of instinct as you watched her open the envelope.

“We rule in favor of Ms.(Y/L/N) of full custody, with visitation upon approval of the appropriate party” you sobbed, falling into Steve’s arms.

You and Vivian were free of her father. Free of the insults, free of the snide comments and dagger he’s sent your lover's way. “You bitch!” Steve stands at the sound of Ransom’s voice. You stand beside him, a smirk on your lips, wiping your cheeks before you turn to him.

“Ransom” you can hear his lawyer mumble to him as he pushes past him to meet your eye. You smirk, looking at him with a raised brow. “Justice is served” you smirk, arms crossed across your chest as she snarls. “You can not take her from me, bitch!” you shake your head, looking at him.

“Looks like I just did Ransom” He lunges then, Steve pushes you behind him as he takes Ransom by his collard shirt. “I suggest you leave, peacefully” Ransom scoffs, pulling himself from Steve’s grasp as he brushes himself off.

“This” he points to you, standing behind Steve, “is far from over” he pushes past everyone then. Pushes the doors open as he makes his way out of the courtroom and your lives.

You grab him by the shirt, pulling him to connect your lips, hands falling to the back of his head to pull him closer. His hands wrap around your waist, he kisses you as if his life depended on it.

One thing about Steve is he cherished these moments where he could kiss you anytime he wanted. The softness of your lips never failed to amaze him, soft and pillowy.

He cupped your cheeks in his soft calloused hands, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours.

“Let’s go get our girl” he whispers, smiling as you nod, hand resting on his as you pull him down to your lips again.

He kissed you breathless every time, it was almost his goal.  “Let’s go get her” the smile on your lips was almost contagious as you walked hand in hand from the courthouse. 

As soon as the truck came into view Vivian knew. She couldn’t wait for you and Steve to get home.

As she went to bed last night, aunt Natasha told her that Steve and mommy would be home by morning. She squealed at the sight of Steve’s truck, running out the front door before Bucky could catch her to put shoes on her feet.

“Daddy!” She screamed, stopping you and Steve in your tracks, he looked at you as you looked at him, eyes meeting bucky’s at the top of the porch steps.

He stopped, crouching to her level to catch the five year old. He catched her with a grunt, hugging her to his chest as she squealed. “Hi darlin” he grins, pulling her to his chest again as she hugs his neck tightly. In that moment you realized.

Steve was more of a father to Vivan than her own father, she looked at him as if he held the world.

He looked at her like she was his world. You followed behind them, your family, as you made your way inside with them.

–

The summer sun was hot, beaming down on you in the tanktop and jean shorts that adorned your body. The hussle of the family pulled you from the potato salad you were mixing.

The sight of Steve and Bucky tossing your daughter in the air, quick to catch her as she laughs, the pool water beneath her to catch her if they didn't. You can’t help the smile to make its way  to your lips, wider than you think possible. “You know” you look back to see Wanda, shooing her own children into the pool with the boys.

“I think you were the best addition to this family” pulling her into you, giving her a side hug you sigh gently.

“This is my family” you mumble more to yourself than her as she nods, giving you a squeeze. “Yes it is”. You follow behind her with food in hand as you watch the kids in the pool.

“Food!” you yell, them all hurling themselves out of the pool at the mention of substance more than the bomb-pop popsicles. Steve picks Vivian up to set her on the deck, climbing out of the pool after her as he wraps her in a towel, drying himself off in the process.

They make their way to you, smiling. “Hi you two” you grin, pulled into the warm chest of your boyfriend. “Hi” he whispers, kissing your lips as if his life depended on it. “Ew” you hear Vivan gag as she walks over to Tommy and Billy. You smirk, pulling the cowboy hat off his head, even with swim trunks, no look was complete until he wore his hat.

You plop it on your head as you shoo him over to the food, giving his ass a slap as he passed by. You were thankful for that damn ad you saw on your way into the state, the stark rodeo.

The damn black cowboy hat that led you to this, standing here with your own family. People who loved you and your daughter unconditionally.

Who knew a cowboy hat could change so much in the span of a few short months.

As your blonde cowboy smiled at you like you held the world, you realized in that moment you were more than thankful for that cowboy hat, and the cowboy who wore it. 

////

a/n: that is it! i honestly loved writing this lil guy and honestly this was something I've never seen in the AU world and I just hope every one loves it as much as I do. :)

#steve rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #captain america #steve rogers x #steve rogers au #steve rogers angst #steve rogers and reader #cowboy!steve #cowboy!au #chris evans steve rogers #christopher robert evans #sunshineandcowboyhats

[h-of-ts-sams-au]

~{Holder Of The Stars}~

TSAMS AU Ch 2. “The journey of four”

Sun and Snow were currently talking with each other, sibling bonding. Moon was explaining what happened and asking computer about how the newton star was made.

“Moon has required a password for the blueprints to the Newton star. Or the Reality Star.” Computer said “I can tell you because. Well. You are moon, but Bald one and Snowflake must get out of the room”

Snowflake looked at sun with a confused smirk, “Bald one?” She asked

“Don’t- computer why” Sun said. “Ha ha ha. I am only kidding Sun. But seriously. Get out of the room please.” Computer said, “I cannot say it until you are out of earshot”

“Fine” Sun said with a sigh, heading out of the room. A few minutes later Moon came out and called them back in. Sun looked at computer’s screen and it was showing blueprints to the Newton star.

There were lots of magic symbols and steps. Sun opened the book and flipped through the pages, “alright so here it says…we can’t make another star if it already exists in this world” Sun spoke “so the blueprints are basically useless?” Moon asked, “No, no, maybe it’ll be helpful somehow? Computer can you keep that tab open?” Sun asked, “Yes. I can Sun. But it will be deleted if someone other than you or moon tries to open it.”

“Got it, thanks” Sun said, “so what now?” Moon asked, sun continued flipping through the book, then he stopped and flipped back two pages, “wait…it says that the stars have an emergency protocol?” He said, “It says that ‘stars are capable of tracking other stars’?” Sun hummed a bit, then turned to snowflake, “Hey, do you know how to do that?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried…”

“Okay, uhm, here it says that… you’re supposed to say ‘Guide me to the ones that hold’.”

Snowflake nodded and held up the star with both hands.

“Guide me to the ones that hold!” She said.

The star began to glow brighter and then summoned different colored compasses. Light blue, green, red, and purple, all seemed to be pointing in different directions.

“Alright Welp. If this is avengers shit then I’m guessing…” Moon mumbled

“Blue is the space star, Green is the time star, Red is the Reality star, the one Eclipse has, and purple is the power star!” Sun finished.

“Which one should we follow first?” Sun asked. “Well, we could probably use the red one later” Moon responded, “let’s follow the green one” Snowflake said, “time would probably be helpful”

The others agreed, and Moon hummed a bit, “Computer, is there any way I can take you along?” Moon asked, “Yes. Actually there is.” Computer responded, “In your drawer over there, the old you made a small body for me made of nanobots. Essentially I am a talking watch until you need me. Then I can materialize into a proper animatronic.”

Moon dug around in his drawer and found a smartwatch, the screen was currently black and it had a USB Attached to it, “alright do I just plug this in…?”moon asked, “exactly. My twin will take over in this body as I go into that one”

“sweet, alright” Moon plugged the USB in and within about five minutes, computer spoke again, “It’s done” he said

“Why was I forced awake?” A higher-pitched voice from the computer spoke, “Uh, Sorry….monitor…?”

“Monitor?” Sun asked with a snicker, “I don’t know, this one’s computer and the other one is monitor-“

“Moon. Answer my question” Monitor interrupted. “Sorry, sorry, we’re taking your twin on our little…adventure thingy, can you keep the security in check while we’re gone?”

“As you wish, moon” Monitor answered.

After a while, Computer was now fully in the wristwatch and Moon put it on.

The wristwatch had a little face on it which was probably computer.

“Alright…should we pack anything or just like- leave?” Sun asked

“Eh, I’m just going to text Monty that we’ll be gone for a while so he won’t panic” Moon answered, pulling up his phone on his wrist and then texting Monty and sending it.

“Done, alright let’s go”. Moon said

Sun, Moon, and Snowflake as well as computer then left the daycare.

Links:

Ch1: https://www.tumblr.com/h-of-ts-sams-au/720991545121210368/holder-of-the-stars

Ch 2: (you are here!)

[myshyyangel]

Do you still remember me, Diego?

You probably forgot about me, as I did until 2 years ago. I have a horrible memory and for some reason nobody mentioned you again, “why did he leave?” I asked my grandmother. The only thing she could say was “his parents were really strict, that’s all I remember… Oh! and his hair, just like yours so beautiful, and he was so well-mannered, nobody believed he was from the same place as us! I can’t remember more than that…” this is what my grandma said a couple of months ago after I asked about you.

I am surprised she remembers you, my memory started coming back again after she said that; I could only remember your name back then.... you used to play with my hair a lot and I used to play with yours, I hated it. I remember your laugh, it was funny and contagious, apparently people used to say we look alike, and I am sure your parents didn’t like it. I remember how you were at our house from early morning until 11am and then would come back at around 1pm.

I go online trying to find out more about you. Did not find anything, not one single thing. “Diego A…, Diego B…, Diego C…, etc.” no single one of them was you, or maybe it was, and I just couldn’t remember your face 10 or 13 years after I saw you the last time… Now I remember your smile of course, and your big forehead, your laughter after it was mentioned, it started to come back, but not one of those profile pictures looked like you. not a single one.

I asked my other friends, whom I haven’t talked to in years, “you had another friend?”, I deserve it, all those years full of sarcasm, but yes, I did, my family remembers. you went to the same school as me, as my cousins, right? “No, we don’t remember, why are you asking?” Why am I asking. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to debunk the idea that you were an imaginary friend. Then, after I did, I wanted to find out what happened to you, the big question, why? why did you leave? what happened with your parents? are you okay? do you remember me?

Maybe you don’t. and that’s okay. I didn’t either. You wouldn’t believe all of the things that have happened since you left.

Two months later. Today I asked Patricia if she remembers you. She was my best friend in middle school until she left (just like you), the difference is Patricia was still in my life somehow, until high school that is. She had a baby, and I never met them, she went to the USA before I did, and I never saw her again. Then, she added me on social media, and then, she removed me from her list of friends. But I went ahead. “Hey, it’s been a long time, how are you?” no reply.

Two days later. No reply. I texted again. “Hey, I am sorry to bother but, do you remember Diego? I think he used to play with us and your car. You remember that big truck your parents got you, it was pink and blue I think(?). I know we haven’t talked since idk 2013? [smiley emoji face]” Send.

Hours and Hours later. Nothing.

A week later and I saw she left me on read. Maybe you didn’t go to school with us. I went into her friend list, and you are not there. Then maybe, somebody else used to play with us and Patricia's car, maybe, I was not good at making friends so they must have been her friend. I am not worried about them, they are not as important as you.

Three months later. Nothing still. I don’t have any memory back, nothing else comes back.

Two days ago, I decided to start looking again. None of my other friends seem to remember you. And the ones that live closed to us, I do not talk to them after the bullying I suffered in high school from them. I am older, of course I can defend myself, but I don't want to.

I went on Instagram, got a hold on my cousin's account. [typing] "Diego..." 12 different accounts. I clicked on all of them. Even those with a flag that is not ours. Country, I mean. One of them kinda resembles of you. I don't send a friend request. I just stared. Blank. Nothing comes to mind. Do I do this?

Why am I worried about you? Why have I been thinking about you? Why am I struggling to find you?

Maybe it’s because I remember you were my first crush, I realized it the day I remembered playing with your hair. And then I can’t stop thinking about how maybe you left because your parents didn’t like “that”. They didn’t like us; they didn’t like my family? I can tell. Whenever my grandma talks shit about a neighbor is because they were nasty as hell. And that is exactly what she says about your parents, my aunt too says it.

My grandma has changed a lot. After some of us came out to her. Being gay, your parents didn't want you to be that. that’s all it is. but we are in a different society now, we are grown. You are a year older than me. I don’t remember any of your birthdays, I don’t remember you on my birthday, I just remember some of you…

and so, all I want to know is if you are okay, did you get to do whatever you said you wanted to do growing up? did you have a good experience in high school? where did you go? why? do you think of me? do you remember me?

#reading #writing #booklover #writers #writerscorner #feelings #emotional #first love #boy crush

[amtcurlyq]

Birthday Wishes

Career Woman masterlist: https://amtcurlyq.tumblr.com/post/682372906131570688/wingwoman

Louie: Happy Birthday

What the fuck? I throw my phone across the room. “Harry!”

Bernard pops his head in the open door. “He’s out, Miss.”

“Where?” It’s my birthday. I mean not really but...

“It is my understanding he’s been at Ms. Alan’s since yesterday.”

“Oh.” I look back at my phone. “Thanks, Bernard.”

“Happy Belated Birthday, Ms. Grant.”

I unlock my phone. I swipe away the latest notification.

Gwendolyn

Louie just texted me Happy Birthday

No answer

MJ

Hey you won’t believe who  texted me today.

There’s no way she could resist a mystery. I lay back in bed to wait for her reply.

I wake up two hours later. Still no reply. Peter texted Happy Birthday. I say ‘Thank you’. I could probably start getting ready. If I take my time, I’ll finish around when it’s time to go.  

Everyone’s at Nuts and Bolts, when I get there. “Happy Birthday, Ginger!”

“Hey!” I hold up my arms. Everyone surrounds me in a big hug.  

“You look hot!” MJ says. They lead me to the table they had been standing around, where a girl with short blue hair is waiting.  

I trip on my high heels. MJ keeps me from falling. I grip her arm. “Someone’s been pregaming without us.”  

I lean against the bar. Peter downs another shot with me. I laugh to myself as I sway back and forth. “You’re not even a little tipsy, are you?”

Peter chuckles with me, putting out a hand to stop my swaying. “It’s your birthday we’ll keep trying if that’s what you decree.”

I sit up straight. “I am the Birthday Queen.” Liz and Harry were grinding on the dance floor. I turn back to Peter. “You know could’ve brought Gwen if you wanted.”

Peter shakes his head. “Gwen’s my girlfriend. I didn’t wanna invite anyone else to your party.”

“I like Gwen. She’s nice.”

“I know you like to be the center of attention.”

I smile to myself. “You get me.”

“We’ve known each other for a long time, Ging.”

I smile to myself. I have to be careful. I should change the subject. “Why didn’t you tell me you lost your job?”

Peter sighs. “I don’t know. I knew Harry would try to lend me the money and I guess I just wanted you to think I was alright.”

“What does that even mean?” I slur. Peter pushes my hair behind my ear.

“Gwen doesn’t know why I lost my job.” I sigh. “I already knew what you’d say.”

“Drunk Ginger may have something else to say,” I muse.

Peter laughs. “All these years later, I’m still trying to impress you.”

The warmth spreads through me warmer than the alcohol. “You know I’d never judge you. And I’m certainly in no position this year.”

“I think it's really brave what you're doing, Ging.”

“I don’t feel brave. I’m actually really scared like all the time.”  

“It may not go the way you want. But you didn’t want to be a doctor. You’ll always regret it if you never tried. And if acting doesn’t work, I promise that we’ll still be here. You’ll find what’s for you. It might be something you never expected.” Peter is just trying to calm me down but I know he would never lie to me.  

“I wish MJ didn’t have to leave.”

“Yeah. Who’s gonna insult our intelligence?”

“You know your gonna have to take me home all by yourself.”

“I’ve got practice. I can stay over watch some Audrey Hepburn or Gossip Girl.” I try to push away the memories of us laying on Aunt May’s couch, sneaking kisses when she left the room. 

Sending Peter away at my door, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I cry. I don’t care if he can hear me down the hall. I can’t choke it down anymore. The pain chipping away at my heart everyday, worsened everyday. I’m just so alone. And the thought of trying to fill that void hurt worse than the solitude. I lay my hot face against the cold counter. It felt good to just let it out. Finally.

I open my phone and remember the text I received this morning.

Louie: Happy Birthday

Me: Thanks. It’s nice to  hear from you.

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #college peter #spiderman #MCU Spiderman #tom holland spiderman #spid

[girlbloggerjqy]

Renewed Family: Chapter 1: I ain’t ya babe😳

Anthony POV

Damn, Jasmine wants me to just show up at these little girl’s house. I get it though, family can be complicated. Despite the issues with Jasmine and I, losing a parent is terrible. I love my mom and even though my dad isn’t close, I would be sad if one of them passed unexpectedly. Jazzy sent me Brianna’s phone number and I texted her.

Anthony: Hey Brianna. My name is Anthony and I’m a close friend of Jasmine. Unfortunately, she can’t make it to LA because of work obligations but she wanted me to check in on you and your sister. I am very sorry for your loss. I have work in LA and I will be out here for as long as you need. I’m heading out soon and I will be at your house around 5. What do you guys want for dinner? I could reserve something or pick something up😁 

Anthony waited and he got a reply from Brianna.

Brianna: Hi anthony thanks for coming over:). My mom would have appreciated it. My sister cant stop crying so i don’t think it’s best to be in public. I don’t have any cash and my mom had her wallet when she passed. There’s a McDonalds by my house I can send an address or something. If you want something else there’s In-n-out or pollo campero. Lemme know what you want if not we have beans at home lol 

Anthony laughed. Whenever him or Mario wanted to go out to eat his mom was like “hay frijoles en casa!” He replied back.

Anthony: It’s all on me, Im good with whatever because Im hungry. 

Brianna: Thanks:) Elena wants In n Out.

Anthony: Bet. Send me your order lol 

Brianna:

Double Double animal style burger and cheeseburger with no onions We have drinks at home.

Anthony: No fries?!

Brianna:  I don’t have cash 

anthony: y’all are getting fries and shakes on me. y’all aren’t allergic?

Brianna: ur too nice 😊 we are all good thank you so much 

Anthony: don’t even worry about everything’s on me. Ima head out right now i’ll be there soon.

…

Anthony arrived at there house as the sun started to set. 

The House:

not my pic lol

 He carried in large bags of food over the fence and knocked on the door.

“Hey it’s anthony!” He yelled.

“Coming!” A female voice yelled.

Brianna came to the door. She had a messy bun pulled up by a satin scrunchie, and her face was smeared with streaking mascara and messed up lipstick. Clad in midnight blue matching pajamas that matched her scrunchy. 

“ Here let me take that for you.” She took a bag from Anthony.

“Thank you.”

He heard sobbing in the background.

“Elena’s having a hard time right now.” Brianna explained to Anthony. “She might be a little awkward at first.”

Anthony frowned. “It’s okay. She can say hi when she’s ready”. 

They walked over to a table in the kitchen. The youngest girl was on the couch sobbing into a pillow. 

“Elena, Jasmine’s boyfriend is her to help us out. He brought you food.” 

She timidly looked up to meet Anthony’s eyes.

“Thank.. you.” She managed to say between her tears.

“ You’re welcome sweetie. I got you a chocolate shake too. You can eat when you’re ready.”

Anthony see out the meals on the table. Brianna ended up giving her sister her food on the couch. 

Anthony noticed Brianna was a little less emotional and was very friendly. She opened up about school and how her mom passed in a car crash. 

After their talk, Anthony replied, “ do you want me to spend the night? I know your sister still really upset so it might be easier if I can help. I have to sleep on the couch if you guys are comfortable with it. my suitcases are in my rental anyways”.

Brianna smiled. “ Yes please. My sister is having the hardest time and to be honest I can’t even handle it either. I appreciate everything though.”

“Of course. I’ll let Jazzy know.”

Anthony called Jasmine but she didn’t answer. He texted her.

Anthony: hi babe. I talk to the girls and they want me to spend the night. It doesn’t really conflict with my work since I’m done for the physical stuff. i’m just gonna sleep on the couch and I have my. suitcase and stuff

Jasmine: hey sorry I’m really busy with work. That sounds good and I ain’t ya babe. gn

 Read 10:30 pm

Anthony sighed in heartbreak and regret. The girls ended up leaving to their bedroom and he got his bags from the car. He got a blanket and feel asleep on the couch. He was sad by what the girls were going through. He was hoping Jazzy would come out soon. 

AN: Literally wattpad level writing but its fun so idc

#chapter 1 #Renewed family #anthony ramos #jasmine cephas jones #janthony fanfic #janthony

[ner-karta-ner-irana]

Hi besties I bring baby photos of all the babies I personally made okay here we go:

CODY AND REX!! Cody always liked tiny sims and used to get very fussy 😡 when he was not in someone’s arms. Rex was a little manly boy 🙄🤚🏻 and one time smacked me bc I didn’t give him his bottle fast enough (it’s on video)

Cody and Rex again bc they were twins (their sack split so they were incubated together. Rex came out of the tube first so he’s older)

Baby Kix on the left and baby Wolffe on the right in both a stunning display of irony. Kix was the sweetest baby, right along with Max, and used to hold my hand every time he fed. Wolffe could be a little snippy but when he smiled, it was big and wide.

Patches on the left and baby Rocket on the right. I still have Rocket’s tiny bunny (they didn’t let me send it with you ☹️) and Patches always needed an extra blanket bc he got extra cold!!!

These are both baby Jet and I AM wearing a shirt it’s it just didn’t have straps lmao- my best friend took this. 10/10 Jet gave the best snuggles and always always always slept on my shoulder

And finally, baby Alpha 🥹🥹🥹 he was born just a few ounces bigger but goodness he sure slept that weight right off.

Okay that’s all thanks for the rant bye

Every single clone you specifically mentioned sends a heart reaction to their individual photo, followed by a barrage of texts that light up the chat.

Wolffe: you fuckers have proof now that I’m nice. Callin it a day.

Jet: yeah okay- she said you RARELY smiled. But I personally think this is wonderful evidence that not only was I loved by a woman in my previous years, but I’m also very loving and gentle and always have been. Mhm

Cody: uhhh… don’t even get me started with the ur mom joke I could make. But anyway 💅🏼 I’ve got a sun tattoo to match that pic now @ Lili so bravo. Also I refuse to believe Rex is older bc he acts like an immature ass

Rex: hUH- first of all, Koté, I can’t believe the 1st thing u said was about our age. Fucking look @ us man. ACTUAL twins okay. And I’m still saying I’m older. Fuck u. Anyway @ Kix that seems fitting for u bud

Kix: @ Rex I know. I even hold patients hands when they’re real sick. Must’ve carried it on from when I was a baby

Rex: old habits die hard fr

Cody: is that why you wear boxers with stars on them

Alpha: lol.

Alpha: oh hey mom. I remember some of this.

Patches: honestly I still get cold so fast so… if you have that extra blanket… 👁👁 hand it over

Max: wait what’s happening!! I’m so sorry the chat got so big so fast & I’m overwhelmed

Kix: yeah so turns out Ben’s girlfriend (wife? Baby mom? Plz let me know proper title you’d like @ Lili) Lili has now moved in & she is a doctor like me & she made some of us. She made you.

Max: wait rlly?!

Jet: yeah bud your pic’s up there

Jet: *replied to an image* this one right here. She said you were so very sweet

Max: 😇😇😇🫶����🫶🏻🫶🏻 I try my best every day

Ro: you still have the bunny?!

Max: wait do I have blue eyes like her then? Or…

[from-a-reckless-writer]

iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.

#catto!lena #COME GET YOUR CATTO!LENA CONTENT HERE! #I AM WELL AWARE HOW SELF-INDULGENT THIS IS AND HOW MILES AWAY IT IS FROM THE PROMPT BUT YEAH #oh oh and p.s yes they did have sex on that couch right after. #supercorptober 2021 #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts #if u see a typo no u didnt #supercorp

[incendiobrock]

Pranked You ;) {Colby Brock}

Request: Hello sweetie! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Colby aren't dating YET but there is yah know, chemistry and tension. But one day sam decided to pull a prank on Colby and it involved EVERYONE. So basically he makes it seem like he woke up in a different world or something where stuff is different. For example: him and reader are dating (you can choose whatever other stuff happens, lol) but once Colby figures out the prank, he pulls reader aside. They have a small argument before reader blows off on him, in which he says "I've never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do know" and that's how they admit their feelings! Thank you! And can't wait to see what you write love

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request, sorry for the wait, I have been very busy with school and work. I hope the wait is worth it though! Get ready for a long imagine, I’m pretty sure this is about 3,000 words. I hope you love it! I just realized that I tried to keep this imagine gender neutral but I forgot that I accidentally put some she/her pronouns in it, I’m so sorry!

Warnings: Angsty, Cussing, Mentions of alcohol, implied smut

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It was just like any other day for you. You woke up around noon because you were exhausted from the day before. Between working, going to college, and trying to keep somewhat of a social life, everyone could see just how worn out you would get day to day. So today you decided to treat yourself with a few extra hours of this beautiful thing called sleep.

Your phone rest on the bedside table and of course checking it and replying to the unread messages was the first step of your morning routine. The first messages you saw were from the group chat that consisted of you, Kat, and Tara. Apparently, while you were sleeping, Tara and Kat had a whole conversation about a girl’s day that they wanted to plan for you three. The last text sent was from Kat and it read, “I can’t wait for y/n to see all these messages in the morning. We planned the best girl’s day while she was probably passed the fuck out in her bed lmao”.

You smiled sending them a text back alerting them that you are indeed alive and down for all the plans they had created. In fact, you would be seeing them later at Sam and Colby’s place for a couple’s dinner/pool/movie date night. Jake would be there as well, and although you were tragically single, you loved all of them to death and hanging out over there was like the most elite sleepovers you would have with your best friends as a child.

A new text appeared on your screen just as you began to emerge from the comfort of your bed sheets, “God finally you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for Kat to tell me you answered her message all morning. I need your help tonight with a prank. Colby is never going to see it coming”

“A prank? I thought you guys didn’t do that anymore...? But I’m in ;)” You sent back. Out of all the trap girls and all the boys, Colby and you got along the best. Ever since you first met, which was years ago at this point, Colby and you have been inseparable. You tried so hard to avoid your feelings for him, in hopes to not develop a crush that ended up ruining your friendship, but Kat picked up on it right away. She told you constantly that she could easily set you up with the beautiful blue-eyed boy, but you insisted that things would happen naturally if there was truly something there between the two of you. And so, you went on, day by day, falling helplessly in love with the sweetest boy you have ever come to know.

Sam sent a message telling you to head over to their place as soon as possible. You swore that you basically lived there already. You were at their house way more than you were at your own. You couldn’t imagine living further than 15 minutes from them. After what felt like a century to Sam, you arrived at the house. Your hand loudly knocking on the big wooden door.

“Hey y/n! How are you?” Kat asked, pulling you into a big hug as she opened the door. You smiled and hugged back at her kind gesture, “I’m good! How are you? Do you know anything about this prank on you know who?” You questioned her. She glared at you, silently telling you to lower your volume. “Y/n! Colby is right upstairs be quiet!” She whispers, laughing at you almost blowing their cover immediately upon arrival.

Kat was quick to take you by the arm and drag you to the theater room where Sam was already sitting on one of the opulent red couches. He greeted you, telling you that he wanted to film your reaction to him telling you what prank you were going to pull. You agreed and sat down on the sofa facing the blonde. “Colby’s taking a nap right now upstairs because he was up super late last night editing one of our Sam and Colby videos. I figured we could use his exhaustion to our advantage and try and prank him that he woke up in some sort of alternate universe. I figured you could go into his room and set up a couple cameras, and I’ll keep two hidden in the living room where me, Kat, Jake, and Tara will be, so we hopefully get his full reaction. I want you to sneak into his bed and like cuddle him or something and when he wakes up, I want you to pretend that you’ve been dating him for a long time now. He is going to be super confused but just try and convince him that it’s true. If he ends up downstairs, we will go along with it too. I really want to see if he will think that it’s real after a while.” Sam explained.

You felt your face burning as your cheeks became a deep shade of red. He couldn’t be serious right? He wanted you to pretend that you were dating Colby? “I- Uh… I don’t know Sam won’t that be a really mean prank?” You tried to play it off, hoping that you didn’t just annihilate all your efforts to keep your feelings hidden. “You guys are like best friends, I don’t think he could be mad at you for such an innocent prank.” Sam replied. You began to feel incredibly flustered at the thought of having to be so affectionate with Colby. The room started to feel like a sauna as the sweat began accumulating all over your body.

Sure, you and Colby had cuddled before, but it was extremely platonic… Plus, it only happened in very specific moments, like last Wednesday after you had a couple of drinks, and everyone was sat watching a movie where he wrapped his arm around you so you could rest your head since it could barely hold itself up. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly realizing that Sam had been waiting on a response from you. You knew Sam was stubborn, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Your eyes met back with his and the only thing you could get yourself to do was slightly nod your head ‘yes’.

“Perfect.” Sam smirked, getting up to turn off the camera and hand it to you so you could set it up in Colby’s room. You already knew that he was thinking about how many points this would score him for a Sam and Colby prank war if it turns out the way he is wanting.

Before you knew it you had made it all the way up into Colby’s room where you had strategically hidden the camera, facing it towards the sleeping boy in his bed. You let out a deep sigh, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to go down. “If this ruins everything for me, I am going to kill you Golbach.” You whispered, knowing the deep sleeper wouldn’t hear a single thing. And so, the prank began.

You took a gentle hold of the silky black sheets and quietly slipped into bed right next to Colby. There was no game plan in your mind, you didn’t even think up a storyline about your fake relationship for once he woke up. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear as you quickly wrapped your body around his, resting your head under his chin as he slept on his back. He twitched slightly, bringing his arm up, lazily holding you back. The breath caught in your throat, this was already hard enough for you and now he is cuddling you back? You glanced up to see his face, his eyelashes were slightly fluttering, and his soft lips had a slight part in them. He was still fast asleep. You decided to try and wake him up by moving around in his arm slightly, hoping the movement would pull him out of his dreams.

“Y/n?” His voice rung through the room, deep and raspy. He sat up slightly, glancing around the dark lair that he called a bedroom, but his arm still remained around your frame. “W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, visibly confused by the sight of you in his arms.

“What? I can’t cuddle my boyfriend?” You answered, shocked that you could even get those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes widened at your response, pure shock etched into his face. “Boyfriend?” You felt his heart start to race as he replied.

His arm dropped from your body as he delicately pushed himself out of bed. He was now hovering over you as he stood by the bedside table. There was a clear glass with some water sitting on a coaster on the table. His strong hand wrapped around it as he brought it up to his mouth, downing the rest of the water that was in it. You could tell by his body language that he was beyond confused. The glass clinked as he practically dropped it back onto the nightstand.

“Am I dreaming or something? Since when was I your boyfriend?” His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look at you for some answers. Your heart sunk thinking about how mean of a prank this truly was, at least from your point of view. “Baby… Are you serious? We’ve been together for years now, are you feeling okay?” You said as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, pulling his hand into your own.

Your thumb gently rubbed circles onto the back of his hand, but only for a couple seconds before he pulled it away. “Is this a fucking prank or something?” He asked, irritation evident from his tone. You shook your head ‘no’, it was becoming hard to process words. You knew this was upsetting him, but Sam had you promise to make the prank last for as long as you could.

“I’m sorry- I have to get out of here really quick.” Colby said, making his way out the bedroom door. You said nothing back, hoping that Sam would end the prank for you as Colby made his way down the stairs.

“Hey brother! You’re finally up. Where’s y/n? I thought we were all doing a couples movie night?” Jake interrogated as Colby glanced to see Sam, Kat, and Tara standing over in the kitchen. Colby brought his hand up to his face rubbing his eyes, there’s no way that Jake is saying this too. Colby began to think that he was seriously going crazy. And then everyone else joined in on the conversation. You could hear them loudly as you stayed glued to Colby’s bed.

Sam began to ask if Colby was feeling alright, and you heard Kat say that maybe we should take Colby to the hospital in case he was losing his memory. You felt the panic in Colby rise as he was deflecting everyone’s concern insisting that he wasn’t losing his memory, and that he definitely wasn’t going crazy. He knew for a fact that you two weren’t dating, and none of them could convince him otherwise. “Dude, she’s gonna hear you up there. You’re going to break her heart. You really don’t remember?” Sam pushed.

You finally had enough. You raced out of Colby’s room and rushed down the stairs. You stopped immediately upon entering the kitchen, seeing everybody else still standing there surrounding Colby. The energy switched as they all looked to you, Sam pleading with his eyes for you to keep going. “I’m so sorry Colby, it was just a prank, please don’t be upset.” You couldn’t handle it any longer, the pain on his face was too much for you to bear. You watched as he scoffed back, “I knew it. Fuck you, guys. I’m going back upstairs.”

You felt horrible as you watched him stomp back up to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tears stung the back of your eyes, this was all your fault. You excused yourself from the group and somberly made it to Colby’s door. You preceded to place a faint knock on the wood, “Colby? I’m so sorry, can you please open up?” Your voice was so soft, it would’ve been hard for him to hear if he hadn’t already anticipated your arrival. The door swung open as Colby quickly made his way back over to where he previously sat on the couch.

You stayed frozen at the door for a couple seconds, hoping to brace yourself for the angry boy inside. You took hold of the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door shut behind you. You tip-toed your way over to the sofa and took a seat far from Colby. Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour as you tried to concoct a coherent sentence. “What the hell were you thinking? Did you seriously think that I would find this funny?” He spat in your direction.

“It wasn’t my prank, Sam just wanted me to help him out.” You said back, desperately trying to reason with him. He sarcastically laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t ask who’s prank it was y/n.”

You gulped, it felt suffocating in his room. The dark ambiance that normally felt inviting suddenly seemed like your own personal hell. “Colby, I didn’t want to hurt you I swear. I was trying my best to keep everything lighthearted. I could never hurt you.” Your voice was so delicate, it was so hard to speak. The tears were still threating to make an appearance, and that was the last thing you wanted.

“But you did, y/n. That’s the thing. Whether or not you ‘meant’ to hurt me, you did. And everyone else was in on it to. Did you even try and tell Sam that this prank wasn’t a good idea? Did you even think, for a split second, that this was incredibly immature? You were all treating me like I was losing my damn mind, trying to convince me that we were dating when we clearly never were.”

His words hurt, but they were all true. You had never been together, what were you thinking pretending like you were? All to satisfy Sam? To help him get a head start on the prank wars by completely crushing Colby’s heart? He is your best friend for crying out loud. “Look Colby. I never wanted to do this, okay? Did you ever stop and think that maybe I didn’t want to be doing this either? You mean everything to me. Why would I ever purposely hurt you? Especially after everything we have been through. All the ups and downs, the messy breakups, all the fights. I love you so god damn much and I hope you know that I would never, ever, hurt you like that.” By this point the tears were streaming down your face. Your previous spot on the couch was long discarded as you now stood right in front of Colby, praying that he knew you were being serious about not hurting him.

Your eyes searched his for any glimpse of a sign showing that he believed you. His bright blue eyes looked a lot more intimidating than usual. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression not giving you any clues. Finally, he responded, “Is it wrong that I’ve never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do right now?”

And finally, there was your sign. His eyes no longer looked intimidating. In fact, they had completely changed into something much different, lust. You quickly took a step closer to him as he took a stand right in front of you, placing his strong hands on either side of your face. He roughly pulled you in, causing your lips to crash together with loads of passion. They fit perfectly together, better than you ever imagined them. They worked in sync as the feeling inside of you was igniting a fire. He was so rough, but surprisingly still gentle. Acting as if one wrong move would completely break you. Your lips remained locked as he pushed you backwards, surprising you as your back made contact with his plush bed. He was on top of you, hungrily continuing the kiss.

You both pulled apart abruptly, gasping for air after your heavy make out session. “I guess now’s a good time to let you know that I am absolutely, one hundred percent, in love with you.” You stated, starring deep into his eyes. “Then I guess now’s a good time to tell you that I feel the same.” He responded, bringing you back in for another passionate kiss. You pulled back again, “So, does this mean I can finally see those handcuffs I keep hearing about in action?” You asked him, slightly laughing. “Only if you promise to keep quiet.” He winked back. And that was the start of your amazing, long awaited relationship.

#colby brock #Sam and Colby #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagines #sam golbach #jake webber #tara yummy #kat stuart

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

#rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #obx rafe #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron angst #rafe angst #rafe cameron

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Respite Among Chaos | Pt 1

Porco Galliard x athlete!reader

summary: You’ve never had much reason to speak with Porco - that is, until you find yourself on common ground with him.

word count: 6630 (including words in text messages)

a/n: I had this idea at the same time as a smutty fic idea, I guess this is the soft fluffy fic to counteract it LMAO anyways, I hope ya’ll enjoy sweet Porco! reader is a survivor of abuse! there is one section where it’s discussed but it’s only a broad overview. that being said if the mention of abuse is triggering for you please be mindful and read at your own risk! I’m a survivor too, and it’s therapeutic for me to incorporate my life experiences into my writing, so if this writing resonates with any of you, I send you all my love 💕

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I’m a good person. I’m a good person, right? Right? Am I a good person? Or am I a bad person? Am I a bad person? I must be. I must be, otherwise why would he have said something like that? Reiner’s known to be a good guy, so why would he say something like that unless he meant it and it was true? I don’t want to be a bad person, I don’t want to end up alone, I don’t want everyone to hate me, I don’t want-

My spiral of anxiety causes my vision to go blurry enough from my tears that I don’t even see him coming. My train of thought ends when I walk face first into… “Porco?” I ask, eyes widening when I realize that yes, I did indeed bump into him. Immediately I look down, sideways, anywhere but at him when I’m just starting to cry. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Porco says, “Don’t worry, I wasn’t paying attention either. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I mumble, and he huffs out a light chuckle.

“Yea, and so is everyone else who says that when they’re on the verge of tears.” I sniff, trying to blink them away, worried someone will see me and be able to tell my emotional state if I were to wipe my eyes. “Hey, do you want a ride back to your dorm? I’m just walking to my car now, and I need to grab something from Pieck anyway. She’s your roommate, right?” I nod my head, but scratch at my arm, indecisive as ever.

“Are you sure?” I ask him. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to take me, or something.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Pieck said you and I have similar music tastes so I’ve been hoping to catch you at one point or another to swap playlists.” This comment temporarily distracts me from my upset, and my face heats up of its own accord. I always find it a little embarrassing when people say good things about me or hype me up to other people, which Pieck does all the time. We met in our senior years of high school and when we found out we were both going to Marley U, we decided to room together, and now we’re on year two of being roomies. She tries to get me to come around her friends all the time, but it can be hard. My anxiety makes it really difficult for me to make friends, partake in conversations, even just going out in public can be scary - so she’s always super happy when I do try.

I try, “Well, um, my phone’s dead, so I can’t really give you my playlist.”

Porco shrugs it off, replying, “Not a problem. We can just talk about whatever’s bothering you, then. Come on.” He motions for me to follow him, and I don’t want to be rude, so I do. It’s not that I don’t want a ride, it’s just… I don’t want to be a burden.

When we get to his car, a blue Chevy Malibu (how on earth he can afford it, I have no clue), he holds the passenger door open for me, not closing it until I’m all the way settled. I note that he has a laminated name card hanging from his rear view mirror reading, ‘Maliblue,’ and if I wasn’t feeling so shitty, I would probably laugh at the witty name for his car.

As he backs out of his parking spot, he says, “So, what happened to lead up to that?”

I play with a strand of my hair, braiding and unbraiding it. “It was nothing. I… I was just at practice, and Reiner… he…” I trail off when tears well up in my eyes, really not wanting to fall apart in Porco’s car.

While Porco drives, he takes a hand off the wheel and pats my shoulder. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be an emotionless wall, that’s not you. It’s not anyone.”

“Everyone else just seems to be better at not being overly emotional than me,” I confess. “If I didn’t have anxiety I feel like I wouldn’t be such a burden.”

“Burden?” He asks, not looking away from the road, but his eyes narrow and he furrows his brows in confusion. “From what I know, no one would describe you as a burden, y/n.”

“I don’t know, I still feel like I am.”

“Why?”

“Well, comments from Reiner telling me I ‘need to stop being an asshole and just worry about myself’ when I’m just trying to tell him we need to practice for the coed four by four don’t really make me feel great, and neither does him saying I’m ‘too emotional for a team sport,’ but I don’t know how to unpack that, so.” I sniff and wipe my eyes.

We pull up to a stoplight and Porco turns to look at me. “Are you fucking serious? Like, deadass, he actually said that to you?” He looks at me with a shocked expression, and I give a small nod, wiping the tears now openly flowing down my face. “What the fuck is wrong with him? Why? Why did he even say that? What even happened?”

I sniff again and my voice wavers as I say, “Me, Marcel and Ymir were practicing for the coed four by four, and Reiner is part of it, and he had spent like, half of the practice doing everything but practice with us and the rest of us were irritated that he didn’t seem to be taking it seriously, so while they were practicing their handoffs I went and asked him if he could please come and practice since me and Ymir have never had him on the coed relays before and need to get used to his pacing and handoffs and stuff, and then he said that first comment, and I guess he was able to tell that it hurt my feelings because then he said the second comment.” I sneeze, and Porco blesses me as I sniffle. We sit in silence for a minute and I can almost feel his rage radiating off of him.

I add, “And I said it exactly to him as I said to you. I know because I thought about it fifty times before telling him, and after he said that, I thought about what I said fifty more times to try and figure out if I actually said something that really made me an asshole.”

His voice is strained, quiet, like the calm before the storm. “Why didn’t Marcel and Ymir say anything? Why didn’t they stand up for you?”

“They don’t know. I… I told Coach Erwin I needed to go. I asked him to tell them it was just a family emergency but that everything was fine.” When the light turns green I fidget in my seat, not completely turning away from him, but making sure he can’t see how puffy my eyes are.

He says, “One moment. Hey Siri! Call Marcel!” I whip my head around and gape at him, mouthing, ‘What are you doing?’ Porco holds his finger up, and we both listen while the built-in Bluetooth on his car rings, and rings, and…

“Hello brethren, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Marcel’s voice resonates through the car, and I stifle a laugh at seeing Porco roll his eyes.

“For somebody so dorky I’m surprised you’re a D1 athlete. Anyways, we have a group meeting over at Pieck’s place. Reiner is excluded from this meeting and he hears nothing about it or I will kill you all. Also…” Porco pauses to look at me, then continues, “Tell Ymir to come, and to bring her girlfriend. Y/n needs a pick-me-up.”

“Oh jeez, did something happen with her and Reiner at practice? I knew she had to leave, but Erwin said it was a family thing…”

“Bingo. I’ll tell you more when everyone’s there. I’m on my way with y/n now.”

Marcel’s voice goes up an octave in excitement. “Oh, hi y/n! See you soon!”

I quietly mumble, “Hi Marcel… sorry for leaving.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure it was justified from the sound of it. I’ll see you soon!”

•••

“He WHAT!?!?!?” Ymir yells at the top of her lungs, jumping out of her seat with fire in her eyes. A teary-eyed Historia launches herself to the couch cushion on my left and wraps me up in a tight hug.

“That’s what I said!” Porco shouts in agreement, “My vote is to beat his ass.”

“You’ll get kicked off the football team, Pock.” Pieck points out. “It also wouldn’t help y/n if her coaches think she’s starting drama. Reiner could very well spin it that way, if we’re being honest. So first, how are you feeling?”

Pieck, who’s already sitting on my right side, grabs one of my hands, squeezing it encouragingly. She smiles at me, and I know she wants me to be honest, so I say, “Well… it kinda does make me a little bit happy to know you all care. I thought maybe it wasn’t that important.”

“And what else?” Historia chimes in.

“You just want me to put all my feelings out on the table for everyone to see?”

“Yes, because that’s what friends are for,” She replies in a motherly attitude, “So open up, because we’re your friends, and that’s what friends do.”

“I… I just…” I hesitate, nervous from the five of them staring at me. “This is gonna sound stupid, but can you guys not look at me? I’m embarrassed.”

Porco furrows his brows, but Ymir speaks before he can question it. “You heard her, Galliard. Turn around.” They all rotate to face away from me, and Ymir asks, “This good, track star?”

I nod, then realize they can’t see it. “Um, yes. Thanks. Um… the truth is… what Reiner said- it hurt really bad.” My voice cracks, and Pieck gives my hand another supportive squeeze. “I’ve lost friends before, and it always hurts because I think it’s my fault, even when I don’t know how it could be. If it was once, then… I don’t know. But it feels like it’s happened a lot more than once.”

“Y/n… this isn’t your fault.” Historia says softly. “You have to know that you did nothing wrong here. It’s all Reiner.”

Marcel adds, “He’s probably just jealous of your times. I think he has a hard time being realistic about the dedication it takes to be a track and field athlete and is expecting single event times for multiple events.”

“Maybe he doesn’t really want to be on the relay team?” Historia guesses.

Porco gripes, “If he didn’t want to be on the relay team all he needed to do was tell his coach.”

“No, he definitely wanted to be on the relay team, otherwise he wouldn’t have let Marco get injured.” Ymir says spitefully. “I’m still not sure it wasn’t on purpose. Marco’s too nice to say anything, but it’s not like he isn’t the reason you were injured before, Marcel.”

“That was an accident!” Marcel defies her, “And I’m fine now!”

Porco cuts in, “Technically you still have to take ice baths every day-“

“-I actually do that regularly now because y/n suggested it, it feels nice and I personally-”

“I personally don’t think that matters-”

“Will you two stop bickering?” Historia says, walking over to the pair and pulling their ears until they quit with the back and forth.

Pieck laughs, but agrees with Historia. “Hisu’s right, all of that is just semantics at this point. What do you want to do about it, y/n?”

All eyes turn to me and I swallow, wishing the decision could be someone else’s. “Honestly… I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want him to think I’m a snitch. I’d rather just have your support. I don’t want him to see he got to me. Well, beyond today, that is.” My eyes flicker to each person’s for a second, but I look away when I get to Porco’s. There’s something different about his gaze that makes it hard to hold eye contact, though I’m not sure what. Tentatively I add, “And maybe have a movie night with ice cream and a fort.”

•••

Many hours later, the six of us are back together, Ymir and Hisu cuddled up on the lounger, me and Pieck on either end of the loveseat, Porco and Marcel camped out on the ground, and fairy lights, pillows and blankets strewn everywhere. As it turns out, we’re not very good at fort-building.

A horror film is playing and popcorn is being tossed around while we save the ice cream for the second movie. Marcel was kind enough to buy pizza for the group, so everyone is chowing down as we watch the movie.

It feels… nice. Watching Marcel scoot between Pieck’s legs, letting her card through his hair and put tiny little braids in it, complete with sparkly rubber bands. Historia fitting almost perfectly in Ymir’s lap while the latter nuzzles her face into Hisu’s neck, pretending to be bored with the movie but really she’s hiding in preparation for any jumpscares. Every now and then, Porco looks back at me to steal a piece of popcorn, and save for a foreign feeling in my stomach, it all feels so normal. I find myself wishing this could happen every night.

After the first movie, Ymir and Historia leave because they have plans for a hike in the morning, and Marcel beats Porco to steal their spot, leaving him as the odd man out, which he very audibly complains about for half of the movie. After the second movie, Pieck announces that she has to go to bed so she’s well-rested for a test the next day, at which point Porco very dramatically pulls himself up onto the loveseat. “I have the high ground, Porco.” I say smugly.

“Did you really just quote Star Wars?” He says, and when I laugh, he glares at me, rolling his eyes.

“Mmphmm! Hmphmm!” Marcel has a mouthful of pizza and an air-five waiting for me.

I let out an onomatopoeia as I meet his air-five, and Porco groans, “You guys are nerds.”

“Says the person watching scary movies with two nerds,” Marcel retorts, “If it looks like a duck.”

I continue, “If it quacks like a duck!”

And Porco finishes, “Shut the fuck up.”

Marcel guffaws, and I snicker under my breath as the third movie starts. When I realize we’re upgrading from slashers to paranormal, I gasp, uttering, “Oh, no.”

Porco side-eyes me, asking, “What?”

I whisper hoarsely, “I’m a lil’ bitch when it comes to anything ghost or demon-related!”

He menacingly challenges, “I dare you to not put your hands up or turn your face away for the entire movie.”

Marcel cuts in, “I know you’re not trying to make my bestie have nightmares over there, Pocky-boy.”

“And what are you gonna do if I am?” Porco taunts his brother.

“Leave you here.” Marcel states simply.

Porco laughs. “Sure you will.”

•••

“He actually left me!” Porco says to me in exasperation. Marcel ditched him while he went to the bathroom and gave me fifty bucks to say nothing, so I, being as broke as I am, said nothing, waiting for Porco to realize, then run out and check.

“I think the real winner here is teamwork.” I comment unhelpfully, then say, “You’ll be fine, Porco. Our loveseat opens up into a bed. Also… we have a spare charger and pair of clothes. Marcel stays the night all the time.” I scratch the back of my head, knowing that Pieck and Marcel don’t exactly want their super-brand new, super-tentative relationship to be known about yet. “But that fact stays between you and me.”

“I suspected anyway.” He replies, then motions for me to move. “If you serve us up ice cream I’ll get the bed set up and we can watch more movies. Do you have class tomorrow?” I nod my head no, and he grunts in confirmation. “Then it’s settled.”

I hop off the couch and get to work, carefully crafting up two perfect bowls of ice cream, one with all my favorite toppings and one waiting to be decorated. “Hey Porco,” I call from the kitchen, “What toppings do you want?”

“Uh, whatever you used on yours.” He responds absentmindedly, and I comply, returning to the bed set up with all the plushest pillows and blankets, Porco lounging in the middle with his head resting on the couch back.

“You look comfortable.” I observe as I hand him his bowl of ice cream, plopping down next to him. “What are we watching now?”

“I was thinking Ringu, is that okay?”

“Uh, are you trying to get me to have insomnia?”

“I mean, not necessarily. Just a healthy dose of fear.”

“Uh-huh. If we watch this you’re not allowed to have any qualms about me hiding behind my fingers.”

“Bet.” He says, stretching out his arms and reaching behind me for the remote.

Once he starts the movie, he reaches back around to set it down again, and I notice his arm doesn’t leave this time. I feel a twinge of I-don’t-know-what, and start chowing down on my ice cream before it melts. The silence is comfortable. Until he asks, “Why do you think Reiner said that to you?”

Of course he has to ask that. “I… don’t know. I mean… a long time ago during freshman year, he did ask me out, and… I told him I saw him as a really good friend.”

Porco chortles, only choking on his spoonful of ice cream a little bit. “You did not, y/n.” He gasps out.

“Well it was true! He was really nice back then, and he was a good friend to me. I just… didn’t see him how he wanted me to.” I take a large spoonful so I don’t have to say more.

Porco ponders aloud, “I’ll bet he’s been salty about it ever since. He always wants to be seen as this reliable nice guy, but that’s Marcel. I noticed awhile ago that when Marcel was in the hospital, Reiner changed. It was like he was trying to be my brother.”

My brows shoot up in surprise. “I’ve never thought about it, but you’re right. That’s around the time him and I got close… That’s creepy. After I turned him down, he turned into who he is today. Well, who he is for me today. It wasn’t overnight, I think he was still hoping I would change my mind.”

“I would hope too,” Porco jokes, “Imagine being rejected by one of the nicest people at Marley U.”

I poke his side as hard as I can, but he just brushes it off. “Don’t tease, Porco! That’s mean to him.”

“He’s not here, y/n, you don’t have to save face. I know for a fact you at least dislike that fucker. I hate him and I’ve been open about that since day one. You should join me, it’s freeing.” He remarks with a flourish of his hand.

“Okay, okay! I don’t like Reiner, are you happy?” I say with a shake of my head, failing to conceal my impish smile. “But I would rather just move on and forget about it. Do I want anything to do with him? No. But I don’t want drama either.”

“Got it.” He pretends to scribble down a note. “Don’t make drama for y/n because of Reiner.”

The rest of the night goes without a hitch, and I find myself really coming to like Porco. He’s funny, kind, and hot-headed compared to Marcel, but Marcel has always been even-tempered and nearly impossible to anger, so no surprise there. If I were a betting person, I’d bet Marcel became that way to keep his little brother out of trouble.

At one point I really jump after being on edge for several minutes, and Porco simply wraps his arm around me, saying, “I got you. If it’s too scary I can turn it off.”

“No, no, I can handle it. I just forgot I wasn’t in the movie for second there.”

•••

The next morning, I walk out into the living room in my spandex and a baggy t shirt Marco loaned me (and then just gave me) after one practice when he tripped and spilled a cooler on my head and torso. Long story short, he was carrying it on his shoulder, didn’t see me, then tried to swerve around to miss me, but so did I, and catastrophe struck. It’s also how we became friends, so it’s a memory I look back on fondly.

“Good morning. You look ready to go for a run.”

I jump, whipping around to see Porco who suddenly is cackling. “Fuck, dude, I forgot you were here. You scared the shit out of me!” I say, keeling over in laughter and relief.

“Those movies do a number on you?” Porco asks after wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“Not this time, actually. I just truly wasn’t expecting it. I woke up so well-rested I thought yesterday night was a dream!” I open the fridge and dig out my usual breakfast: Yogurt, granola, and some water. It’s light, but I prefer heavier lunches and dinners, so it balances out. “Are you hungry, Porco?”

“I already ordered myself DoorDash, I was gonna get you something when you woke up, but…” He motions to the small meal I have. “Are you sure you won’t be hungry after that?”

“Oh! Yea, I always eat this much, I’m kind of basic. If I eat a lot in the morning I can make myself nauseous so I stick to this. Plus, my yogurt is pretty yummy. Want some?”

He looks at me. “What kind?”

“Greek lemon. It slaps, I’m telling you.”

•••

“Holy shit! This is good as fuck!” He says excitedly, “Where do you get this?” He consumes the yogurt cup within seconds.

I smile, happy to have converted another person into a Greek lemon yogurt fiend. “You know the farmer’s market on 86th? They sell tubs, too, they were just out this time.”

“I can see why, I need to start getting this stuff. I’ll pick up one for each of us next time I’m grocery shopping.”

“I actually need to get more now, these two were my last ones. Wanna go? I can drop you off home afterward.”

“Hell yea!” He exclaims, and in minutes we’re in Pieck’s car, jamming out to Ariana Grande, a guilty pleasure of Porco’s and a favorite of mine, as we head to the store specifically for Greek lemon yogurt.

I’m losing my breath while Porco’s trying his darnedest to hit Ari’s high notes, and when I’m singing along, I can feel Porco’s eyes lingering on my face.

“You have a really nice voice, you know. How come you’ve never done karaoke night with everyone before?”

My face goes up in flames, and I’m hoping against hope Porco doesn’t catch my bashful smile. “Oh, thanks. I’m not very confident in my voice, so I’ve just never thought about it.”

“Next time you should come with me. With you as my partner, we’ll beat the whole gang!” He suggests amiably.

I laugh, reminding myself that Pieck’s car won’t drive itself. “I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder. Miss Ari would be awfully jealous of those whistle tones you got there.”

“Okay, first of all, you and I both know I sounded like a smoker on helium, but go off. Second of all, I don’t have a second point, I just wanted to say second of all. Makes me feel important.”

“Are you usually this comedic?” I wonder aloud.

“Eh, only around people that I really like. And you happen to be one of those people.” He states, poking my arm a little for emphasis.

“Well, I’m honored. How can I thank you, Lord Pockolemew?” I pull into a parking spot at the back of the lot, where no cars are. It’s the best way to keep Pieck’s car from getting dents in it, and the weather outside is nice.

“Easy. One, never call me that again.”

“Oh, I’m definitely calling you that again.”

“No. Two, let me pay for the yogurts, and I’ll give you gas money since you’re dropping me home.” He nudges me playfully as we walk past cars of all kinds, and I scratch my arm.

“You don’t need to do that, Porco, it’s fine, really. I appreciate it-“

“Then accept it, y/l/n. I know you’re all about earning things and you don’t want to burden people or waste their time, but what about the people who want to do nice things for you because they think you deserve it?” He probes, and I find that I can’t disagree with him without sounding morbidly depressing, so I hang my head and sigh.

“Fine, just this once. But never again.”

He smiles smugly, like he just won a game of chess. Maybe he did. “Got it. Never again.”

We end up picking up a few more things than the yogurt, mostly because Porco got random cravings for a bunch of raw vegetables and told me to pick out a snack for myself, but he’s still able to carry all the bags on one arm, insisting we don’t need to make two trips, as well as insisting I shouldn’t carry any of them because they’re technically his property since he paid. He also insists on opening the passenger door for me and not letting me load any of the bags into the car.

“Uh, Porco, I’m driving?” I remind him in confusion.

“Nah, it’s all good. We’re going back to your dorm, Marcel’s there and said he’ll take me home, but I wanted to stop somewhere else first. I’ve driven Pieck’s car before.” He turns the key and the engine rumbles to life, even quieter than the Maliblue.

I go along, wary as I am, and am surprised to find us at an ice cream parlor. I look over at Porco, and he’s already watching me with a smirk. “I have it on good authority that you like ice cream.” I can’t help but smile, and he returns mine in earnest.

As we order matching cones, I ask him, “Why are you being so nice to me? Not that you’ve ever really been mean, I just… I don’t know. One moment we were more like acquaintances, casual friends or whatever, and the next, you’re buying me ice cream, driving me around and shit.”

He shrugs. “Don’t know. Guess I didn’t realize how cool you were and it took Reiner being a sack of shit for me to get it through my head. That aside, I’m glad I ran into you yesterday. You’re kinda rad, y/n.”

We’re handed our cones as I respond, “You too, Galliard. You too.”

•••

That afternoon, Porco goes home with Marcel, and then goes for a drive that night. Parked in front of a familiar dorm building, he makes a call. The line rings, the recipient slow to answer. “Hello?” Reiner’s voice is on the other line.

“Sup, Braun.” Porco says, voice colder than a deep freezer. “Listen, I heard about what you said to y/n-”

“-Oh my God, really?” Reiner complains, his voice almost whining. “You’re gonna blindly believe what a random bitch decided to say I said? I thought we were friends.”

Porco’s nostrils flare and he yells, “You called y/n a what!? A what, Reiner? Disrespect her again and I will really fuckin’ beat your ass, the only reason you’re not in the ER right now is because she asked me not to do anything. She doesn’t even know I’m doing this right now.”

Reiner scoffs. “You’re all talk-”

“-Come outside then, bitch! I’m right outside your fuckin’ building, I can see you sitting in your fuckin’ dorm room!”

Several seconds of silence pass, and Porco can see Reiner pull his curtains closed.

“Yea, that’s what I fuckin’ thought. You fucked over my brother, you tried to fuck over Marco, but you’re not about to fuck over y/n just because she wouldn’t go out with you, and we are not friends. You can catch these fuckin’ hands anytime you want, but I promise you, Braun, if you fuck with y/n again I’ll kick your fuckin’ teeth in. Leave her alone.”

“Do you… like her?” Reiner asks Porco.

Porco says, “If I do it’s none of your business, but right now I’m just saying this as her friend. She wouldn’t have ever wanted you anyway. Red shirt ass pussy.” He hangs up after slinging a final insult at Reiner, and starts his car, speeding off down the road into the night.

•••

The next time I show up to practice, I see Porco sitting in the stands watching, and give him a wave, smiling. He gives me a thumbs up and puts his feet up, leaning back in his seat.

Coach Erwin calls me over, and I panic on the inside, but comply. “Yes, Coach?”

“I wanted you to know, y/l/n, that Reiner is no longer on the four by four coed relay. Ymir and Marcel came to me early this morning, and he’s been suspended from the team for a month.”

I’m caught off guard by what he says. “Wait, what? I… It really wasn’t… I’m sure he feels-“

“-You’re one of my best athletes, y/l/n. Braun was bullying you. You’re allowed to stand up for yourself. Anyway, I’m glad your teammates came to me. They care about you.” His eyes soften a little. “I know you have a hard time making friends, but they seem to really have your best interests at heart. Hold those friends close, y/l/n.”

I nod, all seriousness. Coach Erwin is known for giving occasional bits of life advice, and when he does give it, his athletes take it. “Thank you, Coach.”

“Anytime. As for Reiner’s replacement, Colt Grice will be taking his spot in the relay, so make sure you practice handoffs with him. Go warm up, y/l/n.”

“Yes, Coach!” I take off, and Ymir, Marcel and Colt are already warming up together, but they pause and look at me expectantly. I jog up to them and say, “I thought I told you to say nothing.”

Marcel rubs the back of his neck. “Yea, well…”

Ymir admits without any guilt whatsoever: “I made Marcel come with me and we told Erwin everything. When Reiner showed up Erwin called him into the office and he didn’t deny a thing.”

“Wow, just like that?” I say, finding it a bit odd.

“I think Porco might be to blame for that,” Marcel posits, “He came home late last night after going for a drive. Did you see him when you got here, y/n?”

I nod. I glance over at Porco in the stands, and have to hide a smile when I turn back around. “Hey Colt.” I greet the freshman, and he returns the greeting. I had a class with him last quarter, so we’re already fairly acquainted. Plus, he went to high school in Liberio like Pieck and the rest of her friends, so there’s that.

We all chat as we warm up together, go through our stretches, and finally get ready to run. “Hey,” Colt says as we walk to the line, “Porco’s heading this way. Does he normally show up to watch you practice, Marcel?”

Marcel scratches his eyebrow. “Not really, no. I don’t think he’s here for me, though.”

My stomach does a flip, and I’m not sure why, but Colt and Ymir both glancing at me in suspicion makes me nervous. “What?” I ask in annoyance.

“Oh, nothing. Only that you’ve spent a significant amount of time with Porco lately.” Ymir suggestively raises her eyebrows, and I scowl at her.

Colt puts his hands up. “I know nothing, I’m not a part of this, I’m innocent.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Colt.” I say, choosing to not give Ymir the satisfaction of arguing with her. Teasing is her favorite way to get me to come out of my shell, unfortunately.

“Alright,” I announce, “The order before was Marcel, Ymir, Reiner, then me, so you’ll be the third leg, Colt. Coach Erwin doesn’t want us tiring ourselves out so we’re gonna practice our handoffs on the hurdle markers, just so we can get our strides out. Eighty percent, our meet’s on Saturday.”

“Whew, so soft, Coach y/l/n. You’re not gonna make us run the stadium stairs?” Ymir heckles.

“I could make you do it, as payback for not listening to me the other day, Ymir.” I threaten, but she just laughs.

“I know you won’t.”

I sigh. “You’re right, I won’t. Let’s just get started before you keep exposing me for not measuring up to Erwin.”

“Nerd.” Ymir says, and it reminds me of when Porco called Marcel and I nerds. I bite my lip, but it doesn’t hide my smile. She notices and laughs, “Whatcha thinkin’ about over there, huh?”

“How lovely it would be if Historia were here to tell you off, is all.” I lie, but honestly, it would be nice for Historia to tell her off.

We move on, and our first attempt is a little rough, but we gradually improve. By the time we hit our sixth attempt, we’ve gotten into our groove, so we go through it four more times to cement it in.

“Alright, I’m off for distance with Coach Magath, see you guys!” I wave goodbye to Colt and Ymir, who respectively head over to hurdles and sprinting, but before Marcel joins Ymir, he stops me with a hand in my shoulder.

“Wassup?” I ask him, and his eyes shoot between me and (I’m assuming based on the general direction) Porco.

“I just wanted to say, if you… if you and Porco are gonna continue to spend time together, I’m okay with that. You’re one of my best friends, and he’s my brother, so… if anything… were to, well, grow, out of that, I want you to know that it’s okay with me.” If my face could melt it would, and he can definitely see it written all over my features. “Or if that’s not what’s happening, then you can feel free to ignore what I said, and I’m sorry for being mistaken.” His face reddens a little and he laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No!“ I say sincerely, “I mean, Porco’s great, and, since you’re giving me a stamp of approval I hope you don’t mind me saying that he is cute, but I don’t know, it seems like we’re just… hanging out, and he just feels bad for me. I’m sure he doesn’t see me like that.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me. “I don’t know, y/n, I’m just saying, but I’ve never seen him be so interested in ‘just hanging out’ with someone. I’m not gonna get involved since I would be in both parties, but… I hope you guys figure out where each of you would like to stand with each other.” He gives my shoulder a pat and jogs over to sprinting, and I’m about to head over to Coach Magath when Porco calls my name. I turn around, and see him waving me over.

“Hey, Porco!” I say, “What’s the occasion?”

“Just checking up on my new bestie. Making sure Reiner’s slimey ass didn’t try to talk to you some type of way again, but it looks like that’s not an issue anymore.”

I shake my head no. “Apparently he’s been suspended from the team for a month and didn’t even fight it.”

He nods as if he’s affirming a thought to himself. “That’s good. I gotta blast, but I was wondering, do you wanna hang out sometime? Just the two of us, like how we did the other day?”

There’s no way to hide how bashful I am, so I just smile and murmur, “Yea, I would like that. Just text me.”

Porco pulls his phone out, handing it to me to create a contact. I type in my number, and as for the name, I type ‘🤠y/n🤠’, then scroll to the ‘company’ section and type, ‘Porco’s hot new bestie 🥰💅🏽✨’.

He takes his phone back and shakes his head with a grin on his face. “You’re goofy when you want to be, you know that?”

I reply, “Somebody has to be the comedic relief, might as well be me!”

“Y/l/n! Get over here!” Magath yells from across the field.

I grimace. “That’s my cue. See ya!” I take off, embarrassment prominent on my features as I sprint to my Coach. “Sorry, Coach.”

“First Erwin steals you for the relay team, and now your boyfriend shows up to my practice? If I have to deal with any more of this I’m gonna quit.”

“He-he’s not my boyfriend, Coach.” I say quietly, then chirp, “But you’d never quit on me! I’m your star runner!” I put on my most winning smile, nudging him with my elbow.

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Then tell him to quit acting like your boyfriend or your Coach is gonna have to teach him a lesson about not distracting my only hope of a pay raise.”

“He wasn’t acting like my boyfriend! We’re just friends!” I insist.

“Just get your seventy minutes in. Seventy percent, y/l/n. You’re doing three events on Saturday - don’t you dare get injured.”

•••

On the greyhound back to campus, I get a text from Porco. His name makes my face light up, and Ymir narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. “So you and Porco are a thing now?”

I falter slightly, “Uh, as far as I know, no. We just… talk.”

“Uh-huh. Well, you’ve been doing a lot of talking lately. You should unpack that - you know, when you’re not in denial.” She says patronizingly.

“Whatever, Ymir. I gotta respond to this.” I turn away, leaning into the window of the bus, and open Porco’s text.

Shaking my head, I greet him in turn.

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