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deliciousbasementtrash · 7 months

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Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. On your way home from work, you encounter an injured superhero. You have seen his secret identity. Now what will he do about it?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, verbal abuse, parental abuse, severe injuries

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part One: Is that Trash or a Man?

There is calm chaos when working in the emergency room. You get used to the cacophony of beeps and alarms. Of moans, crying, screaming, and arguing. You get used to being on your feet all day and moving from task to task, from patient to patient. You get used to it because there is no other option. People need care and they need it now. You either step the fuck up or switch to a different unit. Or move to a calmer, cleaner, less crime-filled city. Calm wasn’t really my vibe. Maybe externally that’s what I portrayed, but internally my mind craves the chaos of the ER. It craves the chaos of Gotham. And the Gotham ER was an entirely different beast.

I finished nursing school about a year ago. A lot of my peers used it as an out. They went to more stable cities in New Jersey that had better funding and less chance of getting knifed in the staff parking lot. I was one of the only ones that stayed. I definitely was the only one that worked in the hospital. I couldn’t deny the demand for nurses was high, and the paychecks were even higher at Gotham General Hospital. And maybe some small pathetic part of my brain wanted to make the world a better place. I wanted Gotham to be a better place. Every day I worked. I convinced myself that how matter how shitty it got; I was making a difference. Even if it was only a handful of people in the grand scheme of things.

I could convince myself that I mattered. That everyone mattered. That these people deserve more. They deserve better; they deserve a second, third, fourth, fifth chance. If I stopped trying to convince myself of that I know I would give up entirely. Seeing gunshot wounds, stabbings, overdoses, mutilations, burns, crushings, poisonings, beatings, day after day is a lot like erosion of the soul. Little by little it wears you down. You become jaded and jagged with time. Empathy becomes blame. Hope becomes desolate. Love becomes anger. The only thing you can do is gaslight yourself into thinking you’re making a big enough difference. That you’re helping enough people. After all, the brain can’t tell the difference between truth and irony. You tell yourself so many lies, you can start to believe them, right?

Gotham City: 16 Years Ago

“Dad, when is mom coming home?” My small voice asked. I was scared to make Dad yell at me again. I didn’t like it when I made him yell.

“She’s got stage four fucking cancer she is coming out of the hospital in a body bag, y/n.”

I fought the tears that burned behind my eyes. Dad would get even angrier if he saw them. It was stupid of me to even ask.

I felt him turn to me. His eyes bored into my skull. Quickly, I looked down at his feet.

“Have you tried again?” He asked. His tone clipped. I knew he expected a timely answer.

Involuntarily, my fingers ruthlessly picked the skin around my nails. The sting was grounding in a way.

“No, sir. Well yes, I have tried, but I… I failed,” the last word felt like a hot poker being placed through my throat.

“Look at me.” Breathing became difficult, but I looked up at my father. He leaned his face close to mine. I could smell Jack wafting off him. “What good are you? What good is having healing powers if you can’t heal your sick mother?”

The simple hangnail became a chunk of missing skin. I lowered my head. Fighting back tears.

“Sir,” my traitorous voice wobbled as I tried not to cry, “I keep trying but… I don’t think my power is that strong. I can close cuts, fix broken bones, but tumors are… hard.”

My father tilted his head back and laughed. Hard. He grabbed my wrist as quickly as a viper, “If I could put your mother’s cancer in you I would. You’re about as useful as a wet match in a dark cave.”

I couldn’t help the tears that fell down my cheek. It felt like I was involuntarily waving a white flag.

Gotham City: Present Day

I had to be stealthy with my gift. I couldn’t heal every one of the patients to full health right away. That would lead to suspicion. But if I could help it I could stop the major damage. I would heal internal organs. Replenish blood. Reduce ten fractures to two or one. It all depended on timing and if people were watching me.

I was walking home from the hospital. I only lived about three blocks away. I got off shift at around 20:49. I didn’t start my next stretch for another three days. And I was milking my walk home. Stopping to smell the roses or whatever. That is normally not a very smart thing to do in Gotham at night, especially as a woman. But part of me didn’t care.

Earlier, I looked at my phone and frowned when I realized the date.

Thursday, May 19th.

My mom died 16 years ago today. Waves of emotion flooded my senses. Anger at myself for not remembering. Sadness that she had been gone more of my life than she had been in it. Restlessness for what my father might do or say. Some years he likes to reach out. Others he doesn’t. But most of all I was feeling reckless. Like I wanted someone to give me a reason. Obviously, I would only hurt someone to defend myself or others. But there was so much anger living in my body, part of me hoped some idiot would try something with me tonight.

So, I walked home. Slowly.

Normally, you keep your head down and you keep moving. You don’t look or gawk. You listen out of necessity. I was listening just because I could. It was the normal stuff. Men smoking cigarettes and catcalling. Women were offering their nightly services. Random people either praising or damning superheroes. Drug deals. Graffiti artists. Fights. And of course, people who simply were walking home from work. Gotham had range and was never boring that’s for sure.

But something picked up on the very edge of my senses. Despite my better logic, I turned toward the very quiet sound. It could have just been rats, but it sounded so familiar. It sounded like a death rattle. The thing you hear just before shit hits the fan and the patient codes.

Without thinking I ran down the alley toward the sound. At first, it was nothing. Just trash and rats. But then I saw it. He almost blended perfectly in with the shiny black garbage bags. His cape was the same color but reflected the light less.

“Sir? Sir, are you alright?” I walked hesitantly forward, grabbing my pepper spray just in case.

The man did not answer, he only garbled and coughed. My work brain took over my fear. Instantly I rolled the man over and began assessing him. I suppressed a gasp when I rolled him over and a familiar cowl mask came into view. It was cracked down the middle. His face was bleeding from an unknown location. His breathing was labored and staggered.

Calmly, I closed my eyes and pressed my hands against his chest.

Oh yeah. Batman was dying. He had several broken ribs. A pneumothorax. A bruised liver, kidney, and pancreas. His cardiac output was a joke. The man had no perfusion.

I didn’t think. I didn’t hold back like I do at the hospital. I just healed. And healed. And healed. I healed him down to his bone-on-bone knees, sprained ankle, and fractured wrist.

God, this guy had a lot of injuries.

I was close to passing out by the time I was done. I had done too much, ate, and slept too little. My powers were demanding when it came to energy. If I didn’t eat or sleep within 30 minutes I was about to pass out next to bat boy himself.

I gave him one last assessment. After double-checking that he would live and that I didn’t miss anything I finally looked at his face again.

This time I gasped. Batman was the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne? I shook my head like I was clearing cobwebs. I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Much like Batman, I didn’t want people to know what I could do. The last time people knew…

Just as I turned and took a few steps I rolled my eyes at my nagging thoughts.

What if someone sees him before he wakes up?

Reaching into my tote bag I pulled out a black medical mask. I not so gracefully MacGyvered it across his exposed face so that it was covered. And with that, I made my way home.

My cat, Hashbrown, eagerly greeted me at the door. I nearly fell asleep locking it. I bent down to pick her up and gave her a kiss on her perfect little cat head. I ripped my gross work scrubs off, threw them in the wash, and crashed on the couch in my underwear before my brain could process what happened.

I healed Batman.

I healed… Bruce Wayne?

Part Two, Part Three

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maxsimagination · 4 months

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𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 - 𝗺.𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻

warnings: none

a/n: ingrid and mapi aren’t together for this, and never were

italics is spanish.

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the plane flight from bayern to barcelona felt like it was insanely long, but really it was only two hours.

i got bored super easily and had no one to talk to for the time we were in the air. i was moving from bayern munich to barcelona, which was a big change for me.

i knew i wouldn't have a language barrier because i knew spanish but it was like moving schools. i have to learn a new city, where everything is and how to get places. and that not even including meeting new people.

i was a very social person, i loved to have company but that didn't stop me from being nervous when i had to make new friends or talk to people i'd never met before. and it didn't help that my new teammates were some of the best players in the world.

we got into the airport at 12:05 pm barcelona time and i ordered a taxi to my new apartment. it wasn't that far from the home stadium that i'd training at when i officially started at the club, maybe a 10 minute walk.

but first i had planned a trip to one of their home games to see what exactly i was getting into. their first game of the season was tomorrow night; the same stadium i lived by, and it was against valencia.

i wouldn't lie, i'm excited to see the players, especially knowing that frido plays here now. she was at the club for two years from 2017 to 2019 and we talked a lot when she was there. she moved to wolfsburg and then barcelona, so this was the first time i'd seen her properly in a couple of years.

the stadium was packed for the first game of the season, majority of the fans dressed in barcelona jerseys and waving flags around. it was exciting to see and think about the prospect that these fans would be cheering me on in a couple of weeks.

barcelona won that game, 6-0 with two own goals scored from valencia. i made my way down to the rail where i saw frido signing shirts. i waited until she was close enough and called out to her, she looked up and spotted me, her eyes widening.

"y/n! what are you doing here?"

"here to see you, and meet my new teammates. care to introduce me?" i nodded over to where some other barca players were chatting.

she grinned, obviously putting the pieces together and understanding that i was moving to her team.

"absolutely. come down here."

she reached up to where i was and lifted me over the barrier. she signed a couple more things and took some photos before we walked to her friends. i knew they were staring at me the second frido lifted me on to the field.

"ale! mapi, irene, ingrid! i'd like you to meet someone."

they all turned to me, the four pairs of eyes boring into me. i threw on a smile and held out my hand to each of them.

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n y/l/n."

the shorter girl from the group perked up when i said my name.

"like y/n from bayern munich?"

"the one and only. mapi leon, right?"

she nodded and i grinned, she looked slightly taken aback that i could understand and speak fluent spanish. the other three introduced themselves then.

"y/n is joining us in a couple of weeks. she's moved from bayern to barca, a german international."

"thankyou frido, for the introduction. and yes i can speak spanish."

it was a great way to meet some of the team before my first training with them in two weeks.

the time went by quickly from when i first arrived in barca and then officially starting at the club, but i was excited to see the girls again and meet the rest of them. i walked down to the grounds and met frido out the front.

we walked to the changing rooms where i dropped my bag off and grabbed my cleats. then we walked out to field and over to the covered gym they had. the coach, jonatan met us there and introduced himself, before announcing to the whole team who i was and that i was joining the team.

mapi and alexia came up to us and welcomed me back, mapi practically bounced her way over and gave me a hug while ale was more relaxed.

we got straight into gym then finishing with some mini games between the players.

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it had been a week since i was at barca, i was settling in nicely and really enjoying my time here. all the girls were lovely but i was especially close with frido, because we knew each other previously, and mapi, who had become very close over the time i'd been there.

we had a 'team bonding' event tonight as lucy liked to call it. her and kie were hosting it at their place and it was basically a night were the whole team comes and spends time together doing anything and everything.

mapi had offered to pick me up and i gladly accepted, becoming quite fond of the short spanish woman.

it was now the evening and i had grabbed my pre packed bag and phone and rushed downstairs and out the door to where mapi was waiting in her car.

lucy informed me that most girls left before it got too late but i was welcome to stay the night if i wanted to, so my bag was fully prepared if i did stay the night. i joined mapi in her car and she drove us to lucy and kies house.

almost the whole team was already there when we arrived, some turned up early to help lucy and kie prepare for twenty-two 'kids' running around their house.

"hola chicas!" mapi burst through the door with me right behind her. she was always full of energy and i loved it. the team matched her energy and cheered when she made her entrance.

it was such a great vibe for the evening, with lucy and kie already ordering a bunch of food that we could eat for dinner. there was a list of movies that we voted on and ended up putting on some random disney movie.

by the time the movie was nearing the end which was only a couple of hours later, some of the girls were packing up their things to leave and go to their own homes. however me and mapi were still on a couch in the living room.

at some point in the film i'd gotten a bit tired and cuddled into mapi. i think the spanish woman had a heart attack because she didn't move for a bit, until i looked at her and smiled.

we spent the rest of the movie like that, cuddled into each other.

lucy and kie had retired to their own room, leaving the rest of the girls who were staying to make themselves comfortable. mapi and i stayed on the couch along with ona who was fast asleep. i think i had gotten real tired right at the end and shut my eyes for a bit.

i hadn't fully fallen asleep yet and could still hear things, it was more of a lucid dream state.

however my acting must have fooled mapi because she brushed my hair out of my eyes and slightly caressed my face. i made no move to stop

her as she spoke soft spanish to my 'sleeping' form.

"god you look so pretty, mi corazón."

i heard her, loud and clear, although they were the last words i'd hear for the night. i fell asleep then and didn't remember much else.

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lucy dropped me back home the next morning, since mapi was still asleep. i didn't want to wake her and lucy was already up so i left mapi a note and grabbed my stuff. once i was home, the only words flowing through my mind being mapi's words from last night.

it made me think of how close we had become during the time i'd been with the club, which was not a lot. however mapi made it seem like we'd easily known each other for years. i admired the shorter spanish woman and i knew that what we had was slowly changing from friends to something more.

i walked down to training the next day, fully prepared to talk to mapi.

after everyone had gone through training, i pulled mapi over, asking if she wanted to go out for coffee. she agreed and volunteered her car, simply because i didn't have one yet.

we were at a little cafe in the city, just sipping on our drinks when i decided i'd stalled for long enough.

"so, did i look pretty while i slept at lucy's, mi corazón?"

my eyes were trained on her face the entire time, not wanting to miss her reaction. she immediately looked to me, eyes slightly widened and a somewhat shocked expression on her face.

"you thought i was asleep, didn't you?" i was now fully grinning with a mischievous glint in my eye.

"i can explain." she seemed extremely nervous, although she had no reason to be. i wasn't mad or angry or upset, i just thought it was funny how this turned out.

"y/n, ilikeyoumorethanfriends." she rushed it out, although i had an idea of what she said.

"slow down, maria, i don't speak gibberish." she blushed when i said her first name.

"i like you more than friends, y/n."

"much better."

mapi didn't respond, only sat looking at me for a bit longer.

"that's it? you're not saying anything?" she almost looked offended, like it was criminal not to like her back.

"well maria, you're in luck. i like you more than friends too."

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #mapi leon #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine

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starry-hughes · 13 days

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“I think I’m in love.” “Congratulations on finally realizing that.

jack being in love with his best friend and the only person that didn’t know was him.

star’s birthday bash

jack was in love with you. everyone knew it. well. he didn’t. but everyone else did. his parents knew he loved you from the moment he dragged you home one day after school, rambling about hockey and the school project you were partners on.

quinn and luke knew it when they caught the two of you, seventeen at the time, curled up on the boat one night, talking about jack’s future.

trevor and alex knew it when jack wouldn’t stop talking about you coming to the draft. he went on and on about it, everyone in their draft class knew who you were because any chance jack got he was talking about you.

nico knew it the moment he met you. you had come to his first game with his parents and jack introduced you to him. you were hugging jack when nico walked up, telling him it was okay he wasn’t an immediate smokeshow on the ice during his first game. jack talked to nico about you like you created the universe.

you knew jack loved you the moment he dropped everything to come see you. you were states away in michigan when you had a personal emergency and called him in tears. he came all the way just to see you and pick you off the ground and stayed until he knew you were okay.

jack didn’t know until you moved to new jersey and started loosely seeing someone. it wasn’t just a someone. it was john marino. although, jack had no idea that the dates you and john were on were just to see how long it was going to take jack to realize it.

by the third date, jack was fuming. barely talking to his teammate at the idea that you were actually interested in him. most of the time, john and you would just grab dinner and then he would cover the bill without argument. nico and jack watched you skate around at the final family skate with john.

jack’s hands were clenched together in anger and the moment of clarity finally hit him. years of dancing around the feelings finally came to a head. “i think i’m in love.”

“congratulations on finally realizing that,” nico scoffed. “what? what do you mean by that?”

“everyone in here right now knows how in love you are with (y/n).” jack grabbed the arm of luke who was walking by. “did you know i was in love with (y/n)?” “duh.”

jack was having an internal crisis as he skidded onto the ice, almost falling as he chased you and john down. “i’m in love with you,” he immediately confessed.

“finally!” you groaned.

#jack hughes blurb #star’s birthday bash

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doobea · 10 months

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BACK TO DECEMBER.

synopsis: Rin hates how cold the winter can be and everything that it stands for.

contents: unrequited love, non-mutual pinning, all angst no comfort, everyone needs therapy, heavy narration, gn!reader, childhood friends to lovers to exs, everything is written from rin's pov, sae can't manage his feelings, reader is mentally drained, extreme word vomit, proofread but not really word count: 1.4K a/n: all i can say is i am not sorry !! also i pray that they r not ooc ;-;

Rin hates how cold the winter can be and everything that it stands for. He hates the snowfall that prevents him from playing the only venting solution he has. He hates having to look through social media and seeing 'happy holidays' posts from his classmates and their extended families. He hates hearing his parents praise and beg his older brother to come visit over the break. And he especially hates the expression you wear every time you're reminded of it.

The last bell rings and the homeroom teacher that the two of you share wishes everyone to have a nice winter break. Rin watches your sullen figure from the corner of his teal eyes as you begin packing up for the day. Usually, around this time of year, his and your family would've thrown a joint holiday celebration that consisted of Christmas movie marathons, secret Santa exchanges, and an endless amount of hot chocolate to go around. From what he could remember, last year you and your family decided to spend the holidays separately - which was the first out of the many joint holidays spent together.

Not that he could blame you, it was hard trying to balance everything ever since what went down between you and Sae. Rin recalls the time when you called him in the middle of the winter night five years ago, nearly screeching from excitement, asking him what it's like becoming a third wheel.

He remembers his middle school self frowning, pausing the horror movie that he was watching to take in everything. "What do you mean by that?"

You huffed over the line, "Sae asked me out!"

Rin was visibly upset, unknowing why at the time. With a click of his tongue from annoyance, he sent a curt response before swiftly ending the call, not wanting to hear what you have to say back about his brother. At the time their sibling relationship wasn't too strained, things were relatively normal between the two of them and between the three of you.

You were practically their unofficial official cheerleader for their games and within their personal lives. Always the loudest one by the bleachers, wearing both of their jerseys, and sending passive-aggressive threats to the opposing team. Outside of that, the three of you were almost inseparable. With Sae being two years older, he was spending the majority of the time tutoring you and teaching Rin new tricks and tactics for soccer. More often than never, his parents treated you like a child of their own, inviting you over for dinner and impromptu movie nights.

And Rin remembers that all slightly changing once you and his brother had started dating. Everything seemed busy on your end, no longer finding the time to join him on his online games, wearing only his brother's number during soccer matches, and using him as an outlet for all of your relationship problems.

"Have you ever experienced a long-distance relationship before?" You had quietly asked.

That day, Sae stayed behind at school to talk privately to his guidance consoler about international high school options and sports scholarships. Rin and you decided to walk home together, a rare moment that both of you had forgotten about but somehow Sae was always the topic of conversation.

Rin tried rolling his eyes but couldn't. He couldn't seem to get mad at you, only feeling slightly angry and frustrated towards his brother. "No, but I'm sure everything will be fine." Which he meant, Sae had always kept everything in control.

"Still," Your weary voice trailed off, looking into the distance. "do you think he'll change? I mean 4 years is a long time..." You started going off on a tangent first worrying about Sae's safety, the language barrier, and ending it with insecurities about the relationship. "I mean what if he finds other girls there way prettier?"

Rin stopped in his tracks before flicking a finger toward your forehead. "Stop being an idiot, if Sae is gonna lose you then it's his lost."

Two weeks after that conversation was his brother's departure. There stood Rin, his parents, and you at the airport with Sae prepared to travel across the world to Europe with just a backpack that was a little too big for his stature and a bright red carry-on suitcase.

Rin remembers grimacing at the sight of you guys peppering kisses left and right, not wanting to let go of each other and having the six thousand-mile distance forcing its way between you two. He also remembers that day when Sae declared his love for you, promising that once he gets back that he'll be the number one striker in Japan with you right by his side. Throwing around half-empty promises to grant everyone VIP access, become the breadwinner of the family, and making his nation proud. Like you, Rin couldn't help but wholeheartedly believe in his words too.

After his departure, it seemed like you were slowly becoming Rin's best friend again. It was difficult maintaining the 7-hour difference, but you've learned to communicate with each other with messages being sent early in the morning for you and when it was bedtime for Sae. Soon four years went by in a blink of an eye. For a while, things were seemingly normal and Rin could finally relax and not think about you eating his brother's face off whenever he saw you. Secretly, he felt guilty having occasional thoughts of wanting Sae to stay longer in Spain.

Rin You hopping on tonight? You yea just gimme a sec!!

And that’s how every night ended up to be. The two of you would spend your nights playing whatever FPS horror game Rin had in mind, talking about recent soccer matches, how sophomore year of high school would suck, and with occasional updates with Sae.

That night went slightly differently.

"Your brother's been awfully quiet lately." Your voice sounded depressed through Rin's headset.

He mashed a couple of buttons on his keyboard, shooting the zombie right in its face before answering. "He's probably busy with training."

You groan on the other end and he sees your character die off-screen. "Yes, but he's been super distant on our calls and texts too. It's like he's turned off his emotions. Has he said anything to you about what's going on?"

Rin finished clearing the level, and the bright words 'VICTORY' flashed across the monitor as he shakes his head. "No, he hasn't."

The first year of high school then came to a close. Soon, Rin was hit with the abrupt news of his brother returning back right before the holiday break. Unfortunately, no one could've predicted the series of events that soon followed forth.

Rin remembers the hard lump in his throat, struggling to swallow down and look into Sae's hard dazed eyes. He remembers you stepping in between the two, chastising your boyfriend's sudden shift in personality and demanding that he apologize. He remembers Sae scrunching up his face before spatting out the fact that Rin is no longer an equal and that he had no interest in keeping you around - everything was suddenly a distraction to his personal dream. That was also the first and only time where Rin remembers you crying.

It was safe to say that the yearly joint-family gathering was postponed. You had quickly made up an excuse to hang out with your other friends over the holiday, which was a clear lie, and Sae immediately shut himself in his room for the remainder of the winter break until he had to travel out again. Rin had tried numerous times texting and calling you, but his messages went straight to voicemail. A week later and you sent him what would've been your last message.

You I'm sorry but I don't think we can be friends anymore. It'll just remind me too much of him.

As if he couldn't hate his brother even more, this was the final nail in the coffin.

When sophomore year of high school came around, it was hard for Rin to not notice you. Especially since you were practically his deskmate. But you did a good job of ignoring him and ignoring everything associated with both of the brothers, too good of a job Rin had thought. You were no longer interested in soccer but that didn't stop him from searching for your figure in the bleachers at every game. That didn't stop him from seeing if you were online and open for an FPS match, even though you had blocked him over a year ago. He hasn't forgotten about you and the impact you carried into his life and it didn't help that his mom would ask about how you were doing ever so often.

Rin thinks about calling out to you as you begin to walk out of the classroom, wanting to scold you for not bringing a scarf or wearing a heavier jacket, but something heavy gnaws at his chest. He stops and watches you leave the building, skies cloudy with a chance of heavy snowfall.

He stations at his desk and thinks to himself, winter has never felt so lonely.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #doobea writing #bllk #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #Itoshi rin #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #rin itoshi

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helloalycia · 4 months

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𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

summary: after Jackie decides to volunteer with you at your mum's fundraiser, you wonder why she's so inquisitive about your friendship with another girl.

warning/s: none.

author's note: okay so for this one i just googled a random place in new jersey for a school (if anyone happens to recognise it haha). But yeah, only a few people reading this one but still hope you like it! 🥰

one / three / masterlist / wattpad

"Raising money for better mental health services, would really appreciate you coming along!" I said as I handed out some flyers by the school entrance. "There's gonna be food and games and all sorts! Free entry!"

On the whole, a lot of students were taking the flyers. Of course, there were the few that outright ignored me or some jocks that took the piss, but overall reception was good. Besides, I was only doing my part to help my mum out, who managed this mental health charity in our town and needed me to spread the word some more about a fundraising event she was hosting next week.

As I continued to hand out flyers, Jackie happened to walk out next, amidst the huddle of students, and accepted the flyer with a grin. She stepped to the side to raise an eyebrow at me inquisitively.

"Ooh, what are you doing?" she asked, eyes scanning the flyer in her hand.

I continued to hand them out whilst speaking to her, soon realising students would just accept anything you held out to them. "Just trying to spread the word about this event at the community centre. My mum thought it would help if I handed these out at school."

She nodded, intrigued, before she looked up at me. "Nice. Are you going?"

"Yep. I got roped into helping out, but I don't mind."

At this, her smile grew. "And are you looking for volunteers?"

I studied her suspiciously. "I suppose so... why?"

She rolled her eyes like it was obvious, which I guess it was. "Because I'd love to help out, duh!"

I blinked, surprised. "Oh, well... yeah. That would be super helpful actually."

"Awesome," she said, tilting her head to flash me a smile. "Share the details tomorrow?"

"Sure thing."

Her eyes sparkled in the light, though with a hint of her usual Jackie mystery. "I'll catch you later, Y/N."

And with that, she was gone. Such a strange girl.

When the day of the event finally arrived, I was helping my mum out in the morning, making sure all the stalls were set up and the vendors had everything they needed. There was supposed to be a good turnout, considering my mum had done a lot of promotion for it, so I expected it to be busy today.

Just on time, Jackie arrived and found me talking to my mum at the front of the hall. When I spotted her, I smiled and waved her over.

"Hey, thanks for coming," I greeted, giving her a quick hug.

"Thanks for having me," she said cheerfully, before looking to my mum with a bright smile and putting out her hand. "You must be Y/N's sister!"

I internally facepalmed as my mum began to blush at Jackie's compliment. Talk about sucking up.

"Her mother," my mum corrected, shaking her hand. "You can call me Y/M/N. I take it you're Jackie?"

"Oh, how silly of me!" Jackie played into it, and I watched with a questioning smile. "You just look so young! I can see where Y/N gets her looks from. It's lovely to meet you, Y/M/N. Yes, I'm Jackie."

"Well, Jackie, thanks a lot for volunteering today," my mum said appreciatively. "We have a few others helping out too, all wearing one of these." She handed her a lanyard. "We just need some extra hands to watch over things, help out anyone who needs it. Y/N will help out if you need it."

"Sounds good to me," Jackie quipped with a nod. "The place looks great already. You really set all this up yourself?"

Again, my mum was easily swayed by Jackie's words. "I had help, but yes. Glad you like it." Then her pager vibrated and she checked it before saying, "Sorry, girls, I'm needed elsewhere. Y/N, you alright helping Jackie?"

"Uh-huh."

"Great," she said, hugging me sideways and offering Jackie a smile. "See you around, sweetie."

"And you, Y/M/N," Jackie replied with a grin, watching her walk away.

I stared at her with both disbelief and amusement, and she looked back to me with an innocent smile.

"What?"

I raised my eyebrows, trying not to laugh. "What are you doing?"

With a dead serious look in her eyes, she said, "Well, I'm not not flirting with your mum."

I furrowed my brows with a slacken jaw, and she began to laugh at my expression.

"I'm impressing your mum, idiot," she clarified, pulling on her lanyard. "Isn't it obvious?"

"I can see that, but why?" I asked, as she pulled out her compact mirror to check her makeup.

"Why not?" she retorted, winking at me playfully before returning her gaze to her mirror.

I sighed, knowing I'd never understand the way Jackie's brain worked, but also ignored the way my insides fluttered at her wink. Stupid pretty girls and their stupid faces.

After Jackie was finishing beautifying herself, I showed her around the hall and introduced her to some of the people volunteering their time, as well as the vendors and small businesses offering their services. Naturally, she got along with everyone, giving her best impression and no doubt wanting to impress my mum some more. For what reason, I wasn't sure, since there was literally nothing my mum could give her except maybe a good reference for her college application. Either way, I was both concerned and amused for her.

Slowly but surely, the public started to arrive and the hall was soon packed with residents of the community. Music was playing in all corners of the hall, everyone was taking part in some games, donating money wherever they could and buying whatever food they wanted. It was actually a lovely sight to see and I didn't mind helping out when I saw how excited my mum was about it all.

I left Jackie at intervals, the two of us helping out where ever we could, and myself taking some photos for my mum whenever I found the chance. Soon, I was at the charity's stall, assisting some of the volunteers with handing out flyers as a few of them went on their lunch break.

"Y/N, hey!"

I looked up when I heard my name, spotting the daughter of someone my mum worked with, Olivia. We were friendly whenever we saw each other at events like these, but she attended a different school in the area, so I didn't see her much.

"Hey, Liv," I greeted her with a smile when she stopped before me. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she returned my smile. "It's good to see you. It's sweet of you to help out your mum like this."

"Eh, I don't mind," I said with a shrug. "How are you liking it anyway? Been here long?"

She looked around, impressed. "It's a lot more cooler than I thought it would be. Your mum really pulled out all the stops."

"Yeah, it's called trying to appeal to the youth," I joked, making her laugh.

"It worked," she agreed, before studying my face. "You look really nice. Did you do something different with your hair?"

I touched my ponytail instinctively. "No? I guess it was shorter when I last saw you."

She nodded, eyes flickering between mine. "Yeah, I think that's it. Well, you suit it long. Looks really pretty."

Surprised at her compliment, but flattered nonetheless, I smiled with embarrassment and avoided her exceptionally good eye contact. "Thanks."

She chuckled at my reaction. "Cute."

Clearly not expecting this outright flirting today, I held out a flyer to change the subject. "You want one?"

Suppressing the urge to laugh, she accepted the flyer, her fingers brushing mine and only managing to increase the warmth on my cheeks.

"Got a ton of these at home from my mum," she pointed out, making me wince with embarrassment. "But happy to have it."

"Right. Obviously."

She laughed again and I smiled awkwardly, wondering why the hell I was being so weird. I guess it was just so unexpected, and I didn't even know Olivia was into girls. She was lovely, pretty too, but I was caught off guard.

"There you are," I heard Jackie's voice, and then she appeared very closely beside me, an unreadable expression on her face. As if realising Olivia was stood right there, she said, "Oh, hello."

Before I could introduce the two, Olivia seemed to recognise her and studied her curiously.

"Wait, I know you," she started, trying to work it out, before it hit her. "You're Jackie Taylor, captain of the Yellowjackets, right?"

I'd forgotten that the Yellowjackets had played Olivia's school's soccer team many times.

Jackie nodded, looking uncharacteristically disinterested. "Uh-huh."

Olivia, whether she chose to ignore it or didn't notice, smiled politely and looked between us. "Wow, I didn't know you were both friends."

"Well, we are," Jackie said bluntly, and I glanced sideways at her, wondering why she was suddenly so bitter. "Who are you, sorry?"

"Oh, how rude of me," Olivia said, paying no mind to her attitude. "I'm Olivia."

"Olivia is the daughter of one of my mum's colleagues," I explained to Jackie, hoping she'd lose her random irritation. "She goes to East Rutherford High."

Jackie nodded, eyes not leaving Olivia, and I began to grow uncomfortable in the awkward and unnecessary tension that had formed.

Olivia seemed to feel the same as she smiled awkwardly and looked to me. "Well, it was nice seeing you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with an apologetic smile. "Have fun today."

She nodded uncomfortably and left, leaving a very jealous Jackie stood next to me. What she was jealous at was beyond me, considering she'd never known Olivia existed until now.

"You okay?" I asked, nudging her in the side to regain her attention.

Jackie looked back to me, losing her mood. "Huh? Oh, yeah. All fine here."

I quirked a brow, trying to read her expression, but she was very good at not letting me know what she was thinking.

"Right, well, what did you need?" I asked, deciding to just leave it. It wasn't like they'd meet again, was it?

"Oh, erm, someone at the entrance needed a hand and said only you'd know what to do," she remembered.

"Okay, I'll go check," I said, before looking around then handing her the pile of flyers in my hand. "You got this until Jerry comes back from his break?"

She accepted the flyers with ease. "Aye aye, captain."

I rolled my eyes, a ghost of a smile on my lips, before heading to the front of the hall. Jackie could be so weird sometimes.

Not long later, I was taking some photos of residents chatting with vendors and owners of different stalls, knowing my mum would want to use them for promotional material in the future.

"So, if you're taking all these photos of everybody else," Jackie's voice suddenly rang out from behind me, making me stop what I was doing, "who's taking them of the volunteers?"

I turned to look at her smug expression and said, "I got some of you earlier, darling, no need to worry."

She scoffed playfully, and strangely enough, her cheeks were growing pink. "That's not what I meant, idiot." I quirked a brow and she continued, "You're supposed to be in them too."

Realising what she meant, I shook my head. "Oh, no, it's fine, I–"

But she ignored me as she was already beginning to remove the camera strap from around my neck, her fingers brushing my skin and giving me goosebumps. "Just show me what to do and I've got this covered."

"Jackie, really, it's–"

She silenced me with a single stare and I had no choice but to let her, knowing she wouldn't give up if I didn't.

"Okay," I reluctantly agreed, before trying to think where to begin. "Erm..."

She wasn't really listening, having accepted long before that she'd get what she wanted, and was already looking around for something. Finally, she grabbed my hand and said, "Over here. I'm gonna take one with the cupcakes."

We stopped before a cupcake stand and she motioned towards it.

"Pretend you're serving someone," she said, when I stared at her with confusion.

I stifled a laugh. "Or I could actually serve someone?"

She considered it before hiding a smile, and she looked really pretty doing it. "That works too."

Laughing properly, I sorted out the settings on my camera before letting her take a few photos of me serving some people. It was weird, since I was never the subject of a photo, especially when it was Jackie Taylor perceiving me on the other side of the camera. But after a few takes, Jackie approached me and removed the camera from her neck.

"All done?" I asked, secretly hoping the answer was yes, but she shook her head.

"We've gotta have one together," she said like it was obvious, and before I could protest, she was already stopping a passer-by, asking them if they could take it.

"Jackie–"

She shushed me before smiling with amusement and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Smile for the nice lady, Y/N."

I swallowed hard, unable to think straight when I smelt her floral perfume lingering in the air. Did she always smell this nice?

"Say cheese!" the lady who was taking the photo said.

Snapping back into reality, I rested my hand on Jackie's waist before smiling. The lady took a few, which probably featured variations of my same awkward smile and Jackie's picture-perfect one. Finally, Jackie let go of me to thank the lady, and I could suddenly breathe again, trying not to overthink that whole encounter. Again, just stupid pretty girls and their stupid pretty perfumes.

"You better show me those," Jackie said with a chuckle, handing me back my camera.

I exhaled, smiling a little. "I will."

Not long after I ate a quick lunch, Y/BF/N dropped by with her parents to show their support. After they did their round of the hall, Y/BF/N found me again, laughing.

"What?" I asked, wondering what she found so funny.

"Nothing. It's just– Jackie's really laying it on thick with you, huh?"

At this, I raised my brows in agreement. "Right? You've noticed it too? I'm not imagining it?!"

"Definitely not," she said between laughter. "Pretty sure she's becoming obsessed with you. I've seen her find you like a million times. And I'm pretty sure she keeps buttering your mum up."

Glad I wasn't going crazy, I nodded in agreement.

"What did you do? She's either planning to murder you or marry you."

"Hilarious," I said, unamused, and she kept laughing.

"As long as she's not fighting for my place as your bestie, she can do what she wants," she said with a grin, before hugging me. "Look, I gotta go. I have babysitting and my parents are having a date night."

"It's all good, thanks for stopping by anyway," I said with a smile. "Tell your mum and dad thanks too. See you later, Y/BF/N."

As she walked away, I thought about what she said, and was unable to let it leave my head as the day went on. She's either planning to murder you or marry you. Clearly the first option was out of the question, but Jackie couldn't like me, could she? She was straight, as far as I knew, and I was certain this was just an unlikely friendship. Right?

Quite literally when I thought the day couldn't get any stranger, the rest of the Yellowjackets team decided to show up, finding both Jackie and I at the front counter. I was surprised, whereas Jackie greeted them all with a hug.

"This looks sick," Van said as she looked around. "Oh my god, is that a bouncy house?!"

"It's for the kids, but–"

Before I could finish, she was already legging it to the other side of the hall, making Taissa groan but follow after her.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, before correcting, "I mean, I'm glad to see you all, but I don't think the flyers at school worked that well."

Shauna chuckled and nodded to the blonde beside me. "Jackie invited us."

"More people means more money for charity, right?" Jackie said when I looked to her.

"I– yeah," I answered, not really having a retort. It was very kind of her.

The Yellowjackets stayed for a little while, actually earning a lot of attention since many people from school and their parents recognised the award-winning soccer team. It worked in our favour, as we seemed to be getting a lot more money with everyone being encouraged by them to spend more. I couldn't exactly tell you why, but I knew we had Jackie to thank.

When the event finally ended and everybody left, the hall was a mess and I was already dreading cleaning up, but at least my mum looked ecstatic as she approached Jackie and I.

"You girls did great work today," she said to us both with a bright smile. "And Jackie, thank you for inviting your soccer team! I don't know why I forgot that you were the captain. Explains so much!"

"Of course, happy to help," Jackie returned with a grin.

"I don't want to keep you any longer," my mum told her. "Thanks again for volunteering."

"It was really fun," Jackie said, and she didn't seem to be lying or exaggerating.

"Looks good on your college application too," my mum added knowingly, making Jackie chuckle.

"I didn't do it for that," she said earnestly, glancing at me. "Thanks though. And I don't mind staying, honestly."

"It's all good, Jackie, really," I said to her, not wanting her to feel obliged. "It's a lot to clean."

"Won't be if there's more of us," she retorted, and I was seriously questioning why she was being so helpful and kind. Not that she usually wasn't, but why to me?

"Okay, well, I guess you girls can start with cleaning the tables once the vendors are packed up," my mum said, pleased. "Thanks again."

So, as my mum went to collect all the money together and some of the other volunteers were brushing up the rubbish, Jackie and I got to wiping down all the tables and binning anything that wasn't needed.

"Today was really fun," Jackie said as we worked.

"I heard," I said in a teasing voice, referencing what she said to my mum not long ago.

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "No, I mean it. I had a good time today."

"You gave up your weekend for it, so I'm glad," I said jokingly, but it made her laugh nonetheless, and it made me smile.

We were halfway done with cleaning up, working in a comfortable silence, until she spoke up again.

"That girl earlier. Do you like her?"

I raised my eyebrows as I glanced up at her, but she wasn't looking at me, instead focusing on throwing some rubbish in the bag in her hand.

"Olivia?" I asked, though I knew it was her.

Jackie nodded, and as I tried to think of an answer, she continued in a knowing voice, "She was flirting, you know."

"What?"

"The girl, Olivia," she said with a clenched jaw, still refusing to meet my eyes. "It was textbook flirting. The playing with her hair, blinking a lot. She likes you."

"I didn't even realise," I admitted, and she began to laugh, surprising me yet again. I swear I couldn't keep up.

"God, you're oblivious," she noticed, finally looking at me.

"It seems so."

She stared at me, eyes boring into mine, smile hidden.

"No, I don't like her," I answered her initial question.

She tilted her head curiously. "Why? She not pretty?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "What?"

She kept on going though. "Not your type?"

Despite how amusing it was to witness this side of Jackie, I played along. "She's pretty, yes, but my type? I don't know. But I don't like her like that."

She pursed her lips. "Hmm." As her attention returned to her cleaning, I thought the conversation would end there, but then she asked, "So, what is your type?"

A chuckle was begging to escape my lips. "Why does it matter?"

She shrugged, not very amused, and mumbled, "Just tryna make conversation..."

I was very curious now, eyes taking in her suddenly shy demeanour, as if a switch had just been flipped. A smile fell on my lips as I cleared my throat, wiping the table again.

"Someone who's got a pretty smile," I answered honestly. "Kind eyes."

She hummed nonchalantly.

"I don't know," I said after a moment, shrugging. "I'm hoping I'll just know when I meet someone who's 'my type'."

She nodded, kneeling down to tie the rubbish bag.

"Why? What's your type, Miss Taylor?"

She looked up in thought, biting her lip, and I forced myself to look away when I caught myself staring.

"I thought it was Jeff, but now I'm not so sure either," she said truthfully, making me snort with amusement.

"Yeah, maybe not," I agreed, before stacking the chairs.

"I guess someone who's easy to talk to," she thought aloud, before jokingly adding, "Like you."

My cheeks began to heat up at the compliment and I grew unusually flustered at the insinuation, and then she began to get flustered too, attempting to backtrack.

"Well, I mean, obviously not you," she said, stumbling a little bit, "but you know."

I nodded, smiling with embarrassment as I looked the other way. How did we even end up talking about this?

After Jackie and I cleaned up all we could, my mum insisted we leave and thanked us for our help. And knowing Jackie, I knew she didn't have a ride home, so naturally, I was it.

As I was driving, I noticed her using the visor mirror to put lipgloss on. I pursed my lips, containing my smile, before asking, "So, do you not wanna get your license ever?"

"I have it," she said with a shrug, before popping her lips satisfactorily in the mirror.

I glanced at her with a quirked brow. "Surely you can afford a car?"

"Sure, but I was born to be a passenger princess," she said, and I started to laugh at how serious she was. "Besides," she added, "I like the ride, don't you?"

"What, the ride with me?" I teased, and she nodded like it was obvious, so I just had to play along. "Sure, it's the best part of the day. I always look forward to driving Jackie home from places."

She grinned. "Knew it."

I stifled my smile with great difficulty, but she was already laughing, unable to play the part for much longer. And as I glanced at her between driving, her laughter brightening up the space instantly and making my heart flutter, I wondered if maybe girls with pretty laughs were my type.

The next morning at school, I was getting some books out my locker when I felt someone bump me from the side. It was Jackie in all her glory, wearing her varsity jacket and leaning against the lockers with a smile on her face.

"Good morning," she said cheerily.

"Morning," I said, closing my locker and facing her. "How're you feeling? Tired from yesterday?"

"Surprisingly, no," she answered. "But I was thinking about how much money your mum raised. D'you know yet?"

"Not yet," I said, touched she actually cared. "My mum's still counting everything. I'll let you know when."

"Oh, awesome," she said with a smile. "And the photos? When will they be done? Don't think I've forgotten."

I gave her a knowing look. "I'll be developing them today. Should be done after school."

"I've got soccer practice after school, so maybe I can see them after," she suggested hopefully. "When will you be done?"

"About an hour? Maybe a little longer?"

The bell rang, interrupting our conversation, and she straightened up before saying, "Cool. You alright to meet me at the locker room five thirty-ish?"

"Yeah, sounds good," I confirmed, and she flashed me a smile before heading to class.

My day went by as usual and then I went straight to photography class after school to finish developing my rolls of film. It was my favourite part of shooting, aside from the actual shooting, because I finally got to see how all the photos turned out.

This time, there were some I was pretty proud of and I knew my mum would love for her promotional stuff. I then got to the ones Jackie took and smiled to myself, reminding myself to compliment her on how she had the makings of a photographer. After these, I reached the ones of Jackie and I together, remembering how frozen I became from the mere scent of her perfume.

Jackie Taylor was never somebody I'd thought of like that before. Sure, I'd seen her around and chatted with her enough to determine she was lovely, pretty and quite the catch, but I'd never personally felt anything towards her that was romantic. But ever since we'd been hanging out more lately, I was growing confused.

And yesterday, the way she was acting? All weird and jealous? I was sure she was flirting, but she was always flirty with everyone.

But Y/BF/N had noticed too, so I wasn't going crazy. But why? She liked guys. But maybe she liked me too?

I groaned, moving onto the next photos, glad it wasn't another one of Jackie. She was infiltrating my thoughts and it was making me feel all weird inside. The last thing I wanted was to fall for Jackie Taylor. I was sure it would destroy me.

Once I finally had all the photographs done, it had just hit half five and I went straight to the girls' locker room to meet the captain herself. Only, when I got there, nobody was there and I figured practice had ran over, so I waited a little longer.

A few minutes later, I heard voices from down the hall and stood up as the team were chatting, heading for the locker room.

"Oh, hey, Y/N!" Lottie greeted when she saw me, before pointing over her shoulder. "Jackie's coming."

"Thanks," I said with a smile.

The girls greeted me as they walked past, entering the locker room, then Jackie was the last one to run by, red-faced, dishevelled and sweaty.

"Sorry," she breathed out. "Practice ran over and I had to help coach with something and–"

"Hey, relax," I said with a chuckle, cutting her off. "It's fine."

"Give me ten minutes?" she asked hopefully. "I just need to shower."

"Sure," I agreed, and she sighed with relief. "You're going home with Shauna, right? My car is in the lot. I can meet you there?"

She nodded, relaxing. "Yeah. Thanks, Y/N."

I waved as she went into the locker room before going straight to my car in the parking lot, getting comfy because a ten minute shower for Jackie definitely meant longer. And I was proven correct when twenty minutes later, as I was reading my book to pass time, she suddenly knocked on the driver's seat window, startling me.

"Sorry!" she said, her voice muffled on the other side of the glass.

"It's okay," I said, sitting up and stepping out the car. And then I looked at her and tried not to get distracted by how beautiful she looked because she wasn't wearing makeup and I'd never seen her without it before. Clearing my throat, I said, "How was practice?"

"Good, thanks," she breathed out with a smile, before nodding encouragingly. "So? The pictures?"

I swallowed hard, jumping into action. "Right, the pictures! One sec."

Reaching into my car, I grabbed my bag and pulled the photos out in a folder, giving her the spares I'd printed for her. She looked through them with a soft smile, the ones of her and I and also the ones she'd taken herself, and I found myself distracted by the constellation of freckles dusting her nose.

"These are great, I'm not so bad," she joked, before looking up and bringing me back to reality. "I love the ones of us. Can I keep these?"

I nodded. "Yeah, of course. Those are for you. You did good."

Her eyes sparkled excitedly. "It was a great day. I'd love to help out with something like it again if I can."

"I'll let you know if anything comes up," I promised.

She nodded with satisfaction before glancing at the photos again. "Thanks. I should go now. Shauna's waiting."

I hummed as she turned to leave, not planning to say anything, but the words kind of slipped out. "Hey, Jackie?"

She paused, glancing at me. "Yeah?"

My eyes moved from the freckles on her nose to the patient smile on her lips, then landed on her bright hazel eyes, looking green in the sunlight. "You look pretty without makeup."

Taken aback, she blinked before smiling nervously. That cute pink blush tinged her cheeks and she nodded quickly. "Er, thanks."

I began to smile as she left, surprised but also a little pleased with myself that I could have that effect on her.

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𝜗𝜚 WINTERS OVER.

live now think later au!

★ summary — day one of testing in bahrain and avery’s winter photo dump!

★ warnings — none that i can recall but feel free to point out any!

★ pairings — platonic! oscar piastri x fem!oc, platonic! logan sargeant x fem!oc, small luke hughes x oc?

★ disclaimers — this is an au! completely for entertainment purposes and not to be taken seriously. just enjoy and shut the hell up!

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williamsracing The American’s are out in Bahrain!

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user Get some real drivers!

user logan looks so good!

avery.walker feels so good to be back!

user walker, my 2024 champion!

logansargeant Heating up 🔥

user Walker isn’t a good driver. Terminate her contract!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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avery.walker new york pizza, canes game, australia with my best friends, sunsets on kure. good winter spent well!

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user “best friends” 🥹 beach trio is so special to me.

georgerussell63 Americans are not real.

— avery.walker says the dude who walked 3 poles after the bar.

—— georgerussell63 Bar 💀

user hope you had an amazing summer!

logansargeant unphotographed; aves falling off the rocks at kure.

— avery.walker we don’t talk about that..

oscarpiastri great time this summer!

— avery.walker see you on the grid 🫡

user She likes hockey?

— user she use to play in middle and high school!

danielriccardio Hope you liked the zoo!

— avery.walker my favorite part was getting a banana thrown at me

—— oscarpiastri At least I apologized..

canes avery walker, huge caniac!

— avery.walker always! bring that cup home!

lhughes_06 nice to meet you! even if you were wearing the wrong jersey.

— avery.walker right jersey you mean. thanks for your warm welcome!

user she met luke oh my god!

lhughes_06 followed avery.walker!

avery.walker followed back lhughes_06

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first post of this au! i’m so excited for everyone to officially meet avery who i adore so very much.

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Best Friends To Lovers

Bit of a slow burner.... 3.5k words

You had met Leah during the England International camp when you were both playing for the u15s. Although you were shy and not overly confident in social situations, it seems as though the blonde counterpart was very similar, despite her stern face and composed posture on the pitch.

It didn’t take long for you to bond with Leah as you often found yourselves in a quiet corner in the games room with one another as the rest of your teammates bonded over playing games, often getting overly competitive throughout Mario Kart tournaments.

After a successful week away with your team, you were not prepared to leave as you realised the distance between yourself and Leah. You lived with your parents in Manchester whilst Leah lived with her family down in Milton Keynes. The thought of drifting apart after finally making a close friendship was evident on your face, despite the reassurance of Leah who promised you would remain in touch.

“We’ll talk every day y/n, I promise” Leah whispered into your ear as she engulfed you in a tight hug, wrapping her arms around your back pulling you closer into her body.

“I’ll miss you Le”

“I’ll miss you too” She responded, squeezing you tighter before letting you go. Both sets of parents patiently waiting outside to take you home.

It was safe to say there were plenty of tears on the way home.

----------------- Leah kept her promise, and the two of your spoke daily once home from school. Catching one another up on what had happened throughout the day, and often spoke about the training you had undertaken with your clubs.

You and Leah shared plenty of hobbies, interests, and similarities which created a strong bond between the two of you. As you grew older, your shy unconfident demeanour remained, Leah on the other hand seemed to blossom as she grew confident within herself, her abilities, and her own body. Which meant there was no surprise when she signed her first professional contract with Arsenal a day after her 18th Birthday.

You were one of the first people your best friend told, her face filling the screen on your phone on facetime, smiling from ear to ear as she beamed at you once she told you the good news. Of course you were over the moon for her, you knew how hard Leah had worked to get the contract and were pleased to hear it had all paid off for her.

It took you a little bit longer to break into the senior team at Manchester United, but once you did, your best friend shared the same happiness as you had previously shown her.

----------------- You didn’t think twice when your agent had told you Arsenal wanted you. Despite being a life-long Manchester United fan, the club had new transfers which seen you benched slightly more than usual. So, after agreeing to terms and conditions with Arsenal, you found yourself on the way to St. Alban’s, your new home.

Although it was hard leaving your family, your stomach filled with butterflies in the car journey down. This was a new chapter in your life and you couldn’t be happier than to be going on this journey with your very own best friend.

As you arrived at London Colney, you were greeted outside by Rebecca who was the club receptionist, who greeted you as you exited the car and a warm smile on her face, one which you politely reciprocated.

“Y/n welcome to Arsenal, follow me and I’ll take you through to Jonas.” She stated whilst heading inside the training ground.

Through the brief tour of London Colney on the way to Jonas’ office, you were overwhelmed with the amount of history surrounded the club. Of course, you knew exactly how successful the Arsenal Women’s team are, but it was a special moment as you acknowledged this would be your new home.

Jonas was more than welcoming to you, expressing his enthusiasm to have you on the team and assured you that you would fit into the team with no issue. Once the contract was signed and you had taken some photographs with your new jersey, Jonas explained how the rest of the girls were in the canteen as training had finished for the day and thought this would be the best time to introduce you to the rest of the team.

As you made your way through the hallways, your stomach was filled with butterflies, excitement had taken over your whole body but were slightly dampened with the nerves. Despite knowing you had Leah here, you were paranoid about being with a group of girls who you didn’t know all too well. You knew Leah would look out for you, but you of course needed to make other friends whilst here, something you knew was not a strong point.

“Girls, can I have your attention please” Jonas yelled over the noise created as the girls were chatting. It didn’t take long for the conversations to stop as the girl’s now focused on Jonas.

“This is Y/n, our new signing, make sure you all make her feel welcome. Y/n do you have any words you want to say?”

Your eyes filtered around the room as you desperately tried to find Leah, although the canteen was slightly cramped together, your eyes finally laded on the blue eyes of your blonde best friend, as your eyes locked a smile simultaneously appeared across both of your faces.

“Hi everyone, I’m Y/n. I’m so happy to be here and can’t wait to start playing with you all.”

A round of applause broke out as you finished your sentence, a few of the girls shouting welcome to you as you turned to Jonas to thank him.

Katie, Beth, Steph, Caitlin, and Viv immediately came over to you each taking it in turns pull you into a hug and introduce themselves. You knew the majority of the girls briefly through playing against them but not so much on a personal level. Whilst you were stood chatting to Beth you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your stomach as a head was placed on your shoulder. Without turning your head to look, you already knew the arms belonged to Leah, being able to tell it was her through the many of hugs you have shared previously.

“Welcome to the best club in the world” Leah whispered into your ear, causing goosebumps to appear up the back of your neck.

“Glad to be here” you grinned as your turned in the blonde’s arms, now wrapping your arms around her torso pulling you into her.

“I can’t believe this is actually real” you muttered, unsure as to whether Leah had heard you or not.

“Well believe it, you’re a gunner now” Leah beamed back at you as she loosened her grip.

“Where will you be staying?”

“The club have set me up with an apartment, I’m having to head over once I’ve finished here to get unpacked etc” you responded.

“Perfect” Leah smiled, before turning to face the rest of the room. “Girl’s listen up, for those of you who haven’t got plans tonight, we’re heading over to y/n’s place to help her unpack and get settled, if you’re can, come and help. It’ll be a perfect way to welcome her into the team and to get to know you.”

The room erupted in cheers at the thought of team bonding night.

“And we don’t have training tonight, so it won’t harm to have a few drinks either.” Katie spoke in her thick Irish accent whilst wiggling her eyebrows.

“Sounds good, I’ll send you my address. You’re welcome to come at whatever time is suited to you.” You smiled before turning back to Leah. “Are you coming straight over or do you need to go home first?”

“I can come straight over” “Okay, come on then, lets go” ----------------- It was 6pm where your apartment buzzer went, indicating the girls had arrived. You and Leah hadn’t gotten much done in the time since arriving to the training ground as Leah insisted in giving you the low down on the team for you to get a better understanding of them, of course the main topic was the warning of Katie and Kyra who you had learnt were the pranksters of the group, and as you were new, your were bound to be on their radar.

As you opened your apartment door in walked the girls, all accompanied with bags full of alcohol. Luckily, your apartment was already furnished by Arsenal and so all you needed to do was to unpack your belongings which meant it wouldn’t take long and so the remainder of the night would be spent having drinks and getting to know your teammates.

You found yourself currently stood in the kitchen with Steph and Kyra, amused by the fact that Steph was telling Kyra for being too hyperactive as if she was a schoolgirl. Unable to hide the laughter from your mouth you were quickly silenced as Kyra shot you a stern look.

“Okay guys I’m gonna go and mingle” You smirked, leaving Kyra to face the wrath of Steph.

“Y/n, over here” Beth gestured as you entered the living area, we were just saying about how we should play a game, what do you think?”

“Yeah sure, I love drinking games, what were you thinking?” “Truth or Dare, of course” Beth smiled, “It’ll be a way for you to know the girls better” she pouted at you. “Fine, lets do it”

The girls had formed a circle on the floor within your living area, and of course you found yourself gravitating towards Leah as you took your place beside her, her hand instantly finding it’s way to your thigh in a reassuring gesture.

It’s funny really, as you were not an affectionate person, you didn’t really like giving hugs to people, yet with Leah it was as though you were drawn together. When in each other’s presence you always had tot be touching in some kind of way, whether it was cuddling, holding hands, or just sat extremely close. Platonically of course.

You smiled across to the blonde as you placed your hand on top of hers.

“Okay guys, so it’s straight forward to those who haven’t played. We take it in turns going around the group, and you must state truth or dare. If you fail to answer or to complete the dare, then you must do a forfeit. Deal?” Beth questioned as she took charge of the game.

A response of “deal” was murmured between the girls as you looked at Beth to find out who would be going first.

The game was quickly underway which seen Lotte answer truth, where she was made to confirm whether she preferred England or the Netherlands, Beth answered dare where she had to give a lap dance to Viv, who I think was more embarrassed than what Beth was. And a few of the other girls having to do quadruple shots.

“Y/n” Katie smirked whilst looking in your direction. “Truth or dare” “Hmm, truth” “Are you in a relationship?” the Irish woman questioned. “No, I’ve never been in a relationship” you confirmed, nervously playing with your cup in your hands as you avoided looking directly into the circle

“WHAT!? YOU’VE NEVER BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP!?” Beth shouted in disbelief.

“Nope” your responded, popping the p as you now looked at the Yorkshire girl.

“Right I have another question for you then” Katie stated as she seemed just as shocked as the rest of the girls.

“That’s not in the rules, the rules are you ask one question which need to be answered.” Leah interjected, continuing to rub circles on your thigh.

“It’s fine Le” you smiled at the protectiveness of your best friend.

Katie laughed at Leah’s direction sticking her tongue out at Leah much to Leah’s displeasure.

“Ok ok, so my next question is….. are you gay or straight?”

Despite never being in a relationship, you were confident within your sexuality and so answering this question didn’t faze you.

“I’m gay” you smiled back, “Just have never been in a relationship” you confirmed to the group.

“I knew it! Beth, you owe me £10” Katie laughed as the rest of the girls joined in with the laughter.

The game continued as the girls continued to take turns in truth or dare. The drinks had began to go down nicely which meant you were coming out of your shell a bit more, joining in with the banter and laughter between the girls. That was, until it was your turn again. After picking truth the last time, you knew this time you would have no other option than to pick dare.

As soon you had confirmed your choice, you seen the smile grow across Beth and Katie’s faces as they whispered in each other’s ears.

“Okay Y/n, your dare is that you need to kiss the person who you find most attractive in this circle” they stated whilst the rest of the girls laughed.

“You don’t need to do that” Leah interjected again; her eyebrows furrowed towards the two mischievous girls across the circle.

“You do, it’s the game” the Irish woman quipped back, unless you would like to be known as the only person to refuse so far.” As much as you didn’t want to do it, you knew you had no other option. What the girls didn’t know is that the girl you found most attractive was currently sat next to you, with her hand in the same place it had been in for the entire game. You had a crush on Leah now for years, you had spent several times trying to convince yourself your emotions were wrong and were purely platonic, but the overwhelming feeling of butterflies you felt in your stomach when you were in the blonde’s presence counteracted this. The powerful urge to be connected to Leah, whether physically or emotionally was overbearing. And for several years now you had a desire to always make her happy, you hated seeing her sad and would often do your best to brighten her mood, unbeknown to your best friend, she was the first thing you thought of in the morning and the last thing you thought about at night, which was a dominating factor in your agreement to join Arsenal. What was clear though, was despite your own feelings, you knew you could not act on them and risk losing your friendship. You were also certain she didn’t feel the same way. I mean, of course she didn’t, she’s beautiful and could have anyone she wanted.

And so, with that in mind, you crawled across the middle of the circle as you came face to face with Kyra, planting a soft peck on her lips before heading back to your place in the circle. You couldn’t allow yourself to deepen the kiss, especially in the presence of half of your new team, especially Leah.

What you didn’t notice however, was the change in Leah’s facial expressions, her eyes had now dropped as they firmly focused on the floor, her arms wrapped around her legs to hold her in place as she avoided the rest of the circle, not wanting to make her own feelings for you known.

After several comments by the group to the revelation of Kyra being the most attractive in your opinion, you all agreed to end the game and called for the night to end, neither of the group wanting to be too hungover in the morning.

As the girl’s exited your apartment after saying their goodbyes and thanking you for the night you re-entered your living area to begin cleaning. Grabbing empty cans into your hands to headed into the kitchen, where you found Leah in the corner by the sink as she was washing some dishes.

“Leave them Le, I can do them” you gestured towards her as you made your way over.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind helping” she smiled, although not her usual smile. You could tell something was bothering your best friend, but you didn’t want to push her into telling you, you had learnt from experience that when she was ready, she would talk to you.

The pair of you continued to clean your apartment in silence. Surprisingly, not an uncomfortable silence.

Once finished you made your way to the sofa and was shortly accompanied by your best friend.

“Thanks for tonight Le, I really appreciate it” you yawned as you placed your head onto her shoulder, her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder pulling you closer.

“It’s no problem, it’s getting late though. I should get going and you should get yourself to bed.” She smiled before placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head as you hummed in agreement.

“Do you want to stay? I don’t want you driving at this time, and plus, I want the company” you questioned nervously.

“I’d love too” she smiled back at your before helping you lock up and turn off the lights downstairs.

You gave Leah a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt and gestured for her to use the bathroom, once she returned to your bedroom you headed into the bathroom to do your nightly routine and to brush your teeth.

Your stomach filled with butterflies as you re entered the bedroom to find Leah already in your bed scrolling through her phone, which she quickly locked and placed on to the bed side table once she noticed your return. Pulling the duvet back allowing you to take place on the free side of the bed.

Once the lamps had been turned off it didn’t take long for your legs to intertwined with one another’s as your head quickly took place on Leah’s chest, your arm wrapped around her torso as she brought one hand up to soothingly stroke through your hair.

A content sigh left your body as the room filled with silence, the only sound to be heard was the matching breathing patterns of the two of you.

You were unsure as to whether it was the exhaustion in your body, or the amount of alcohol you had consumed tonight, but you found yourself lifting your head up of Leah’s chest, hovering over her slightly as you brushed a piece of hair out of her face. Despite the darkness of the room, you were able to make out the silhouette of the blonde underneath you, as her eyes studied each feature of your face.

“Do you want to tell me what was wrong earlier?” you questioned, leaning your head on the free space of the pillow, inches apart from Leah’s.

A small sigh left Leah’s mouth as you could see she was in a battle with her own thoughts.

“You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” you questioned the blonde, placing your hand on the side of her face as she leant into your touch.

“I know” she whispered, as her eyes were locked on yours.

A few more moments of silence had passed until the blonde spoke again.

“Forgive me, I’ve waited far to long to do this”

Before you were able to respond, Leah inched her face closer to yours as your noses brushed against each other, her eyes drifting between your own and your lips as your breathing hitched at the thought of what she was going to do next.

In one swift movement, her hand cupped your face as she tilted your head back slightly, before her breathing fanned across your face and her lips were placed against your own. A soft but yet firm peck placed onto your lips.

After a few seconds Leah removed her lips from your own and looked at you hesitantly for any sign of reaction, without a second thought you pulled Leah towards you, placing your lips back together as your tongue softly swiped along her bottom lip, signalling what you wanted and without hesitation, Leah parted her lips as her tongue intertwined with your own as the kiss was deepened, a mixture of loving and desperation as the kiss grew sloppier until you were forced to pull away both panting excessively desperately trying to catch your breath.

The smile evident on both of your faces indicated that you had both wanted that just as much as the other did. Tired kisses were shared between the two of you until Leah lay on her back, opening her arms out ready for you to crawl into them, your head once again found it’s way to Leah’s chest resuming the original position from earlier. Falling asleep in Leah’s arms was the perfect way to end your first night in your home. Who knew, where this would lead for the two of you? A/N – This is my first ever story and so I apologise in advance if there are any errors etc. Feel free to leave feedback as this will help me in the future. Also, not sure whether to make a part two or not for this? Let me know what you think x

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A typewritten letter on letterhead from the School of Mathematics at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, New Jersey, dated November 12, 1952, from Albert Einstein to Mr. Albert K. Bender, President of the International Flying Saucer Bureau, P.O.B. 241, Bridgeport 2, Connecticut, reading: Dear Sir: Having no experience and only superficial knowledge in the field, I regret not to be able to comply with your request. Sincerely Yours, Albert Einstein.

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Chapter 10: I Want Her

Charlotte's Club Outfit:

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Note: Hiii! This took longer than I thought, apologies, but here it is! It's a little shorter but when I'm less busy we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming. Thank you so much for all of the love I've been receiving on this, it means the world. I hope you all continue to enjoy reading :) <3 Also hopefully I got this damn tag list right this time. Let me know if you wanna be added!

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“So, you don’t think he’d like a flask with a drunk Mickey Mouse on it?”

Lip chuckles as he balances his phone between his shoulder and his ear. His hands are busy jotting down a string algorithm for one of his bosses that he’d figured out and memorized earlier that morning. “I think Mickey would like us to buy him some shots while we’re out tonight. And I think Mickey deserves nothing but us showing the fuck up.”

“Aww,” Charlotte whines on the other line, Lip can basically hear the pout he knows is on her face. “I wanna give him something to open. Knowing you Gallaghers Ian’s probably just giving him dick for his birthday. He can’t unwrap that. Unless I pick up a bow for him to put on it.”

“Uh, really don’t want to think about you helpin’ my brother put a bow on his dick for his boyfriend, babe.” Lip sniffs, curling his lip up in distaste.

“Such a prude.” she chirps.

Lip ignores her, finishing up what he’s doing and ripping it from the notepad, going back to his computer to check his work. Suddenly, there’s a knock at his office door. It’s so weird for him to say, his office. Well, it's his and the other paid intern’s office to share. All of the poor fucks working for free share cubicles downstairs and the real employees get their own offices on Lip’s floor. But it’s mostly his, the other guy’s uncle is one of the big bosses and he rarely actually comes to work and normally when he does, it’s to play foosball with the other trust fund babies before going to happy hour. “Yeah?”

The door swings open and Eric comes strolling in, tossing a foam stress ball back and forth between his hands, the same douchebag look he always has is painted on his face. “Hey, Gallagher, you got time for a quick favor?”

“Uh, yeah. One sec,” Lip brings one hand to the phone, holding it sturdily against his ear. “Charlotte, I gotta go.” He tries to ignore the immediate irritation at the way Eric straightens when he hears Charlotte’s name.

“Ooh, Charlotte, huh? Someone important must be in the room.” she jokes.

“Oh, shit, the girlfriend. Put her on speaker.”

“I’m,” the blond tries and achieves, albeit poorly, to contain his temper. “I’m not putting her on speaker, man.”

“No, bubba, it’s okay, I’ll say hi.” her sweet voice intercedes. Lip curses under his breath before putting the phone on speaker. “Hi, I’m Phillip’s girlfriend, Charlotte.”

Eric pulls up one of the extra seats of the room, leaning into the phone rested on Lip’s desk. “Nice to meet you, I’m Eric, Gallagher’s boss.”

Lip scoffs disbelievingly, shaking his head, looking away. He could tolerate shitheads like Eric all day, but with his girlfriend watching? It was a whole new ball game. “Aye-”

“For now,” Charlotte hums on the other side of the line. “But my baby is a genius, he’ll be running that place soon.”

Both Eric and Lip go silent for a moment, the latter trying to work away the smug smile that starts to spread on his face. Eric blinks before schooling an easy look on his own face and offering a laugh that’s a little too loud. “Yeah, I believe it.”

There’s an awkward silence where Lip just watches Eric rock between his two feet, staring at the phone on the desk, waiting for Charlotte to take back what she said, compliment him to even things out, or just politely hang up. He smirks, ducking his head at the fact that this dickhead just doesn’t know his girl. Charlotte would ride an awkward silence until the wheels fell off. Simply because she doesn’t think to fill it. That’s just who she is, she doesn’t fill silence, she doesn’t laugh at jokes she doesn’t think are funny and her fake smile looks more like an awkward grimace.

After a minute passes Lip decides to take mercy on the poor guy and hang up. “Uh, bunny, I gotta get back to work, alright? I’ll meet you at the house when I get off.”

“‘Kay!” she chirps. “Love you.”

“Yeah, love you too.” Lip leans on the small wooden desk and waits for Eric to recover from the uncomfortable moment. “You, uh, needed something?”

“Right! Right, I did. Do. I need you to run some diagnostics on a program my dad sent over, I’d do it, but there’s so much on my desk right now, and you’re the only one who's as fast as me.”

“Sure,” Lip shrugs. “Send it over.”

Eric claps his hands together, a wider smile on his face as he turns to leave. The man stops mid-step, turning to face the blond again. “Hey, Gallagher, what’re you doing this weekend?”

“It’s my brother’s boyfriend’s birthday tonight so I’m gonna go to that. After that, I'll probably just find something to do with my girl, why?”

“You like baseball?” Eric asks. “Cubs are playing, me and some of the guys are going. You should come.”

Lip tries to look disinterested. He knows however much the tickets are he couldn’t pay it unless he dipped into the money he and Charlotte had been saving, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough to sit where these rich pricks sit unless he emptied the damn jar. “I dunno.”

“C’mon man, my dad already bought the tickets. It’s team bonding and shit.” Eric continues, leaning against the door frame. “It’s on Sunday, there’ll be beer and baseball, what more do you need to know? You can even bring your girl, everyone else does when we go. Except the ugly fuckers who don’t have one.”

“Alright, I’ll uh, talk to Charlotte.” Lip says noncommittally, eyeing the other man as he nods, turning away and exiting the office. “‘Fuckin’ weirdo.”

Ian used to worry about his brother a lot. Really. See, Lip is the oldest brother, and he’s never stepped out of that role. Despite coming off as a pretentious, narcissistic asshole, his big brother was actually a decent person. He cares about his family. When they were younger and Monica and Frank were in and out, Fiona and Lip had to grow up quickly. Everyone always talks about how Fiona stepped up. How she became their mom, but no one talks about how even though he was only a couple years older than Ian, Lip became their dad. For the younger kids, Lip is the only steady father figure they know.

And being real, the kid has fuckin’ issues with women. Probably Monica’s fault, and all of their mommy issues manifested in different ways, Lip and Carl just have the misfortune of being straight. Between that raging bitch Karen who literally got off on fucking shit up for him, that old bag he was fucking at school, that one rich crazy bitch, and Mandy, Lip had been through the ringer. Not that most of that chaos wasn’t self-made. Ian wasn’t blind, he knows his brother is a slut.

So, when sweet, prissy, little Charlotte Fisher rolled into town with her big innocent brown eyes, wide smile and soft hands that would tell anyone she’s never worked a day in her life, Ian had been nervous. She’s nice, their little siblings love her, and he thought his brother would absolutely ruin her. Sometimes he still does think that.

But as time goes on, his mind has started to change. Lip has never called a girl his girlfriend outside of trying to get her into bed before. He’s never walked around with a polaroid picture of a girl in his wallet. He’s never tried this hard. This shit might be for real and Ian is happy about it.

Now, he and Mickey have an actual couple to hang out with.

“Last one.” Lip takes a deep drag from the blunt between his fingers, turning his head in the direction away from Charlotte as he blows out the smoke. He passes the blunt back to Mickey before walking a couple steps away where his girlfriend stands, wrapping his arms around her to share the warmth as she shivers. “Told you you’d be cold. Gonna catch fuckin’ pneumonia.”

“The cold doesn’t make p-people sick. G-germs do.” she sasses, leaning into him, letting out a small sneeze. “Don’t say anything.”

“Too worried about being cute. Should’ve made you put some fuckin’ clothes on.”

“Nah,” Mickey says, flicking the burnt leftovers of the blunt to the ground, walking over. “Princess here is our ticket to free drinks, she’s dressed the part.”

“We’re not pimpin’ my fuckin’ girlfriend, Mickey.”

“Isn’t she gonna start strippin’ like, next week? What’s the difference?”

“Oh-kay.” Ian interrupts, throwing his arm around Mickey’s shoulder, pulling him closer to him, “Let’s go in.”

“Wait,” Charlotte pauses, before they can start walking up the street to the bar. “Is, um, is Mandy coming? Because, you’re her brother and I don’t wanna, like,” she gestures between her and Lip, “rub it in, you know?”

“Nah, you’re good. M’seein’ her tomorrow, shithead has to work tonight.” Mickey shrugs. “Now, I’m sick of standin’ here talkin’, it’s my fuckin’ birthday and I’m fuckin’ sober, it’s ridiculous.”

The group makes their way into the busy bar. It was one of the few nights they had a DJ instead of a live band which was likely the reason it was so busy. Mickey and Ian shove their way through the crowd, Charlotte right behind them with Lip’s arm around her waist, hand resting on her stomach, holding her to him.

Once they find a spot with a little space, Mickey turns around and nudges Charlotte. “C’mon princess, this pussy already said he’s not drinkin’ cause he thinks he needs to watch me or somethin’, go shot for shot with me.”

Before the woman can even answer her boyfriend’s free hand is cupping her jaw, guiding her to look back at him, pulling her into a kiss. The word ‘no’ mumbled against her lips. She pouts, and the pair mumble amongst themselves as Ian and Mickey watch. After a few moments Lip rolls his eyes and nods, kissing her lips again before letting her go.

Charlotte bounces excitedly, grinning at Mickey. “Kay, you wanna see something cool?” Without letting him answer, she straightens, rolling her shoulders back and putting an arch in her back as she walks a little ways away to the bar where a couple of guys are standing. She leans forward on the bar, poking her butt out a little as she looks around, appearing bored.

It’s not long before one of the guys turns to her and starts talking, leaning down to whisper in her ear as his friends behind him stare at her ass. Ian turns his head to look at Lip, who is looking away from his girlfriend, the muscle in his jaw working overtime.

A couple moments later, Charlotte was coming shuffling back with three shots and a beer balanced in her hands, a bright smile on her face. “Drinks on me gentlemen.” she says, passing two shots to Ian, one for him, one for Mickey and handing Lip the beer. Lip’s finger slips through her back belt loop, tugging the girl to him again as he locks eyes with the guys who've purchased them over her head, sipping the beer they’d just paid for.

“Bottoms up, princess.” Mickey says, bring his glass to Charlotte’s before tossing it back. The men chuckle as the girl sputters and gags at the taste, one eye twitching with discomfort. Lip runs his hand along her side soothingly.

“Yuck, I don’t want any more of those.”

Charlotte had several more. Three and a half. She didn’t get a chance to finish the last shot before Lip wrestled it from her hands, slamming it down on the bar and pulling her away from it.

She, Mickey and Ian had done their fair share of dancing. It mostly consisted of Ian and Charlotte taking turns grinding on Mickey to irritate him and the two men occasionally stepping away to dance with each other, only pausing to scare off whatever guy that was trying to get Charlotte to give them the time of day. Lip lingered at the bar, offering them supportive nods and nursing his beer. He’d chosen not to drink too much considering he’d already smoked and his girlfriend was currently slurring her words together as she stumbled her way over to him.

“Hi, bubba.” she hums over the loud music, swaying to the side a little as Lip’s arm shoots out to balance her, pulling her to him. He nudges her nose with his before looking at her wide smile and lidded eyes.

“Hi, baby. Havin’ fun?” He smiles.

“Yeah.” she tosses her arms around his neck leaning into him. “Stop laughin’ at me.”

“M’not, c’mon.”

“You haven’t danced with me at all, let’s go over there.” she whines, pulling at him and pouting.

Lip taps her lightly on the back of the thigh, “Stop whining” he murmurs in her ear before turning her so her back is against his front. Lip slides his hands down Charlotte’s sides to her hips, pulling her close to him. “I don’t dance.”

The woman in front of him rolls her eyes, placing one hand over his and the other going to the back of his head, burying in the hair at his nape. She turns her head so she can look at him with a sleepy smile. “You do with me.”

Lip leans back on the bar, wetting his lips as he watches Charlotte roll her ass back against him, grinding on his dick. His blue eyes shift between her ass and trying to get a glimpse of her face, one of his hands moving to the gap in the back of her jeans, grabbing the space there to guide her movements, biting back a groan when she bends in further, arching in front of him.

“Gettin’ sick of this place, ready to go birthday boy?” Ian asks as Mickey yawns. His mission was accomplished, he’d taken his boyfriend out, showed him a good time for his birthday. Tomorrow they’d do the family vibe, with cake, streamers, and his one sane sibling. He slings his arm around him and goes to guide him over to his brother and his girlfriend. The last he’d seen the pair they’d been basically fucking through their clothes against the bar.

The redhead pauses in his steps, laughing disbelievingly at the sight in front of him.

A couple feet away is his brother, his girlfriend in his arms. The pair are quietly laughing and leaning back and forth to whisper in each other’s ears. His brother’s stance is relaxed, the only thing tense on him is his grip on his swaying drunk girlfriend, an easy smile that Ian hasn’t seen in a long time on Lip’s face. If he didn’t know better he’d say he seemed happy. Charlotte’s hands cup his face as she drunkenly presses kisses all over his face, leaving pink lip stains all over his mouth, cheeks and neck.

Ian didn’t want to break up the scene but he’d really needed to get Mickey home. Once he’s rounded up the group, he and Lip guide their drunken partners to the car, ushering them in, and shushing Mickey’s slurred curses. After he drives Ian and Mickey to Mickey’s home Lip pulls off with a still very drunk but now a lot less rowdy Charlotte in the passenger seat, promising to return the car the next day.

Ian watches as his older brother climbs into the driver’s seat of the car, checking the girl’s seatbelt and brushing the hair out of her face tenderly before the drive into the night. As much as he’d felt bad for Mandy he’d known that she and his brother would never work. Ian loves her, but Lip didn’t. Not the way she wanted. He couldn’t convince her of that. But Ian almost wishes that she’d seen Lip tonight. He was a different person when he was with Charlotte, not so bitter. Not acting like he was walking around with the weight of the world on his shoulders. As crazy and fucked up he is, Ian knows Mickey is what’s best for him. He’s starting to think Charlotte is what’s best for Lip.

“Fuckin’ Frank.” Fiona huffs, ripping her covers off at the sound of her front door opening. She’d bet all of the dollars she doesn’t fucking have that it’s him. Either way, him or whatever idiot decided to try to rob them were gonna get a bat to the face. She eases down the stairs, wooden weapon in her hand as she flicks the light on. “Jesus, Lip!”

“Shut the fuck up!” he whisper-yells. Slung over his shoulder is a giggling, very likely drunk Charlotte.

“Shit, is Lottie drunk? Good going genius she’s not supposed to drink ‘til her birthday.” Fiona hisses, running a hand over her hair and dropping the bat onto the couch.

“Well, Mickey decided they’d share today.” Lip grumbles, adjusting his girlfriend on his shoulder before pushing past his sister and going up the stairs, rolling his eyes as he feels her following closely behind.

Lip rests Charlotte softly on the bed, looking sighing as she flops backward. “No baby,” he pulls her up by her arms. “Up.”

Fiona leans in the doorway and watches in shock as her little brother cares for the girl on the bed in front of him. She’d never seen him be so gentle with anyone they weren’t related to. He chuckles lightly as he encourages the still giggling girl to lift her arms, tugging her tight t-shirt up and over her head, reaching around and unhooking her bra before digging in his drawer and pulling out one of his bigger shirts to pull over her head. “Pass me one of your wipes if you’re gonna stand there.”

“Oh-” Fiona had forgotten herself, so shocked by the scene, she quickly walks over to the bathroom, grabbing her pack of makeup wipes and handing them to her brother.

Lip takes the wipes and crouches in front of the girl, resting his hands on her knees. “Wanna go wash your face or are wipes good for now. Can you get up?” Charlotte’s eyes are clearly heavy, she leans her forehead against his, giggling as she shakes her head no, rubbing their heads together. “No? Okay, eyes closed, bunny, or it’ll burn.” The woman whimpers and struggles drunkenly as he drags the cold wipe across her face. Blue eyes sharp with focus as he tries to get every bit off. When he’s satisfied that he’d gotten all he could he kisses her lips before pushing off of the floor and reaching under his pillow, producing a light pink scarf. “Stay still, you know m’not good at this part.”

“Don’t wan’it.” she whines.

“You’re drunk, and you’re gonna be pissed tomorrow, if I don’t put this shit on you. Sit still.” Lip cups her jaw, giving her a serious look, only to be met with a wide grin. Fiona chuckles behind them, shrugging when her brother cuts his eyes at her.

“She’s gonna need aspirin and water for tomorrow.” Fiona offers.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know, I’ve had her chugging water since the bar-ow!”

Both Gallagher siblings look down to a now half asleep Charlotte, clean faced with her scarf tied as neatly as Lip could manage on her head, hanging slightly to one side. Her hand is up, offending fingers suspended in the air after pinching Lip’s arm roughly. “Ow.” she mocks, her eyes closing. “Be nice. She’s helping, trying to help me.” she slurs.

Lip rolls his eyes, offering a gruff, ‘sorry’ to his sister, as he nudges his girlfriend to lie down in the bed, kissing her forehead. “‘M’fuckin’ helpin’ you, brat.”

Another hand reaches out, this time to roughly tap him on the cheek. “Thank you, bubba.”

Fiona snickers again. “Bubba?”

Lip huffs, now starting to get himself ready for bed, flicking his sister off as a cue for her to exit. Fiona quietly closes the door behind her and returns to her room.

As she climbs into bed, she thinks to herself about all of the times she’d been embarrassed about her brothers’ behavior with women and men alike. They were sluts, the both of them, minus Liam and Carl. And often selfish, rude and disrespectful. But now they’d both found people who made them better. Who taught them how to care for people the right way, outside of the family. She was happy to watch them experience young love, no catches, no conditions, no reason to be hard all the time. They’d found people who looked at them like they were worth something. Worth everything. Fiona resolves to herself that she would find that for herself and hope her remaining siblings would do the same. She hated not being able to chat with V about the extent of Lip and Charlotte’s relationship. But maybe it was worth it. Maybe Charlotte and Mickey were. Even if they are extra mouths to feed.

Eric takes a sip of his beer and nods along with another dull conversation with his coworkers that he was forced to pretend he was friends with. They’d been here for fifteen minutes and thus far, two of them had disappeared to do coke in the bathroom, several of them had fought with their girlfriends/wives/fiancés and the rest had been droning on and on about the stock exchange, something that he truly knows nothing about. His fucking accountant handles that shit for him. He was bored and annoyed to say the least. The game hadn’t started yet and Rebecca had been a bitch all morning. She was mad because she didn’t feel like coming to sit through a baseball game, despite the fact that they’d not only have a box but an open bar pre-paid for. The only thing that got her dressed was a promise to take her out for sushi after. Eric fucking hates sushi.

Really, he was waiting on Gallagher. He’d actually been surprised with how much he liked Lip. He figured they’d have nothing to talk about, but the guy was pretty quiet in general. He was a great listener, and when he did say shit, it was actually important. Sure he seemed a little wound-up but he’d heard from his dad that their family friend, Ms. Helene helped him get this job because he’s broke and has got like, a family of 9 or something. Eric found the little snippets of Lip’s life he shared interesting. Like…well…his hot sister who’d stopped by for lunch one day. And his even hotter girlfriend he has a picture of on his desk, next to the picture of the 5,000 kids he lives with.

Lip shows up with Charlotte fifteen minutes before the game is about to start. The pair walk up, hand in hand, matching pace with his easy strides and her peppy steps. When they approach one of the guys from legal (Eric thinks) says what they’re all thinking under his breath. “Goddamn.”

The woman is wearing a cropped, long sleeved black top with low hanging black pants, her sparkling belly button ring on display. Over top is a button down jersey she’s left open and on her head is a matching Cubs hat, her long, silky black hair hanging down over her shoulders.

Lip is wearing a similar outfit, but with a black fitted sweater, his larger fingers intertwined with her smaller manicured ones.

Eric forces himself to stop ogling the girl, clapping his hands together and welcoming them over. “Gallagher! You made it, glad you came.”

“Uh, thanks for having us.” he pulls the girl closer by her waist, obviously noticing the eyes on her. “This is my girlfriend, Charlotte.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.” The girl says sweetly, offering him a smile as she leans into her boyfriend.

Eric urges his eyes to stay on her face, and off of their body language. But the way Lip’s thumb is rubbing along the skin on the girl’s waist, the way she’s staring up at him so adoringly, Eric felt like he was being excluded from something, despite fully being part of this conversation.

He doesn’t realize he hadn’t spoken until Lip takes it upon himself to introduce him. “Bunny, this is Eric.”

“Oh, uh yeah, I’m Eric, I uh-” he remembers her negative reaction to him referring to himself as Lip’s boss and flounders for an alternative. “I work with Lip.”

“Yeah, he told me.” she chirps, rocking on her feet a little. “Thanks for inviting us. I’ve never gone to a baseball game. I’m gonna try my best to keep up, Phillip tried his best to explain to me on the way here.”

“Aw really? Well, my girlfriend Becca is an old pro, I drag her here all the time, she’ll teach you the ropes of how to keep occupied while we watch the game. Go join the ladies, she’s the one looking like she didn’t know she was coming here in slacks.” Eric smiles. His smile drops slightly as he watches the couple exchange a look.

Lip tilts his head downward, lowering his voice to a murmur Eric strains his ears to hear. “Do you wanna go?”

Charlotte mulls it over for a second before shrugging and patting his chest. “Yeah, it’s fine, hang with the guys, I’ll come back over if you miss me too much.”

“Yeah, whatever, brat, go make nice.” The blond banters back, patting his girlfriend’s ass as he kisses her before playfully shoving her in the direction of the women gathered around the drinks. Lip sidesteps a little, blocking the crowd of men staring at the woman’s ass as she makes her way over to the other girls. “You, uh, guys make bets already?”

Trevor, some guy from…marketing (Eric swears he’s seen him on that floor) sighs, “No, thank God you brought it up-”

Suddenly, they’re a very lively bunch, placing bets that Lip is apparently calling, pulling off his own hat and placing the money in it. Eric tries to focus on the fun and Lip’s apparent godlike memory that allows him to remember who said what, but his eyes keep drifting. He watches as every couple of minutes, Charlotte and Lip look at each other, checking in without saying a word before returning to their respective groups. Once, Charlotte had come over to bring Lip a beer once she’d noticed all the other guys had one. The only time Rebecca had come over was when she wanted money for a fresh pretzel and even then, Charlotte had been in tow. Apparently, the two women had been getting along well. Becca had demanded enough money to get Charlotte a pretzel too, to which Gallagher immediately reached in his wallet and produced money Eric knew he didn’t have to spare, and gave it to the woman. When they’d come back, Eric’s girlfriend had a pretzel she was already eating and Lip’s had chicken tenders and fries for them to share.

As the game got more interesting and the men started shouting and getting excited, the women grew antsy, Charlotte included. Seth’s girlfriend was really intrigued by the game, but that may have also been because she’s into baseball players. Becca was posted up in the corner, on the phone with the restaurant she wanted to go to and Charlotte was standing behind Lip’s chair, hands on his shoulders.

“Come sit, baby.” he says, patting his lap. Charlotte huffs as she makes her way around the front, plopping down in his lap and resting her cheek against his. “Lemme hear it.”

“I’m bored.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah and this game is long and you didn’t mention that.”

“You done?”

“No, and it’s cold.” Charlotte sighs. “Now, I’m done.”

“Now you’re done. Cool, I can go back to watchin’ now or what?”

Oof. Eric thinks, waiting for her to start yelling, throwing a fit until Lip offers her something to calm down. That’s what they all want, he thinks. Instead, her brows furrow and she glances at Eric before grabbing the color of Lip’s shirt, tugging his ear to her lips to whisper into it.

Blue eyes go wide for a moment before a ‘uh, fuck yeah, I wanna do that.’ is murmured and she’s hopping off of his lap. “Uh, hey man, we’ll be right back, do we need a code to get back in or…”

“Oh, no, man you’re good. You guys okay? If you need something they’ll bring it in here if we call down-”

“I left something I need in the car.” Charlotte intercepts, pulling at Lip again, leading him out of the suite. Moments later Rebecca sits down in Lip’s seat next to Eric, letting out a sigh.

“So, Phillip’s girlfriend gets to leave and I don’t?”

30 minutes later and the pair comes back, looking relatively the same, despite being slightly disheveled and what appears to be a fresh hickey blooming on Charlotte’s neck. The game is almost over and immediately Lip gets back into wheeling and dealing. He starts settling up on bets while Charlotte collects the numbers of the other girls.

“No seriously, we need to keep in touch.” Rebecca smiles, hugging the girl tightly.

“Yeah, girl, I’d love that, we should hang out soon.” Charlotte hugs back. “Maybe we’ll even let Phillip and Eric come on our date.”

“Maybe, but we’re gonna have to hang out without prying ears too. I’ve been watching you two, you’ve got to tell me what type of shit you’re pulling in the bedroom, you’ve got blondie wrapped around your finger. Eric told me you’ve only known each other a couple of months and at this rate you’ll end up with a ring before me.”

“I…I’m sure that’s not true.” Charlotte says quietly, letting her eyes travel over to her man, unsurprised that he looks over to her as soon as she reaches him, eyes locking. They’ve been in sync like that a lot lately. “How long have you two been together?”

“Since high school,” The girl huffs. “He’s dragging his feet as all men do. I mean, I’ve played my part, even got mommy and daddy’s approval. On both sides. We’re all fucking waiting on him. You’re smart, getting in on the ground up, not picking one that was born with a golden spoon shoved down his throat. But my parents wouldn’t settle for less. Guess yours are trusting the process.”

“Um, exc-” Before Charlotte can finish, Eric gestures Rebecca over and the girl pats her arm one more time before going to her boyfriend. Charlotte makes her way over to Lip, thoughts heavy. They are getting more serious. Despite being together for a short amount of time, she can’t imagine her life without him now. She’d been dodging the concept of introducing him to her parents for a while because she knew how’d they’d act. She’d seen a live demo of it with Kev. They’d treat him like white trash, the last thing Charlotte thought of him as. They’d be condescending, and mean. But it’d happen eventually, because…well she doesn’t plan on going anywhere, and she hopes he doesn’t plan to either.

After everyone gets separated in the crowd of people leaving the game, Eric waits on the sidewalk for the car he’d called for him and Rebecca. She was babbling about something or another he didn’t care about when he saw Charlotte and Lip. The woman is giggling loudly as the man tickles her, the two of them damn near bumping people every few seconds as if no one else was here.

“I’m never going to a game with you again” the girl breathes, gasping in air as he stops tickling and starts holding her hand.

Eric watches as Lip rolls his eyes, pulling her into him as he walks her to the passenger side of some old, beat up truck. “Yeah, okay,” he laughs, opening the door for her, “I can hear you now when I try to go without you, ‘bubba, please, take me with you, I’ll be bored without you,’” he mocks.

“I don’t sound like that.”

“No?” he snorts, closing her door and going around to the driver’s side.

As he watches them interact Eric can’t help but think, he wants what they have. There’s a small pang of jealousy that rings in his chest. But it isn’t until he watches Charlotte lean over to manually unlock the door on the driver’s side so Lip can get in that an even more intrusive thought enters his mind.

I want her.

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #love #charlotte fisher #better #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich

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🫶🏻FEARLESS FIC LIST🫶🏻

FEARLESS - NICO HISCHIER

you met Nico unexpectedly when he first moved to Jersey and you bumped into each other on the train, you both make a new friend. When you ask him to be your fake boyfriend at your cousin’s wedding on a stormy summer night, of course he says yes. It’s only one night, right?

FIFTEEN - TREVOR ZEGRAS

You and Trevor have been best friends since middle school. You’ve always had a massive crush on him, but never pursued anything with him in favor of not ruining your friendship. Until one day, during Christmas season of your Freshman year, your boyfriend is caught cheating on you, and Trevor’s there to support you. But after a few weeks of spending constant time together, support turns into a little more.

LOVE STORY - JACK HUGHES

You and Jacks blooming young love is overshadowed by your fathers hatred of your beloved boyfriend, forcing the two of you to meet in secret.

HEY STEPHEN - QUINN HUGHES

Everyone wanted Quinn, including you. You had said for years to your friends that you would do anything for him to even talk to you, but when he begins to take an interest you’re taken aback. Quinn assures you that it’s not fake and he does want you.

WHITE HORSE - MITCH MARNER

You and Mitch dated for two years before you broke up, a constant struggle for honesty and attention. When Mitch finally realizes his mistakes, he comes back to you, but it’s too late for him.

YOU BELONG WITH ME - NICO HISCHIER

Nico has been your friend since he moved to New Jersey, and in that time you’ve always taken a liking to him. He’s never noticed until you declared it to him in grand fashion.

TELL ME WHY - ETHAN EDWARDS

Sometimes, Ethan was the coolest most charismatic guy you knew. Other times, he was flaky and inconsistent. You finally confront him about it and he reveals the reason behind his antics.

YOU’RE NOT SORRY - JACK HUGHES

Jack has always been an awful person to date. Wonderful to look at, kiss, and hang out with, but awful to date. He tries to apologize after a seemingly regular fight but you’ve had about enough.

THE WAY I LOVED YOU - TREVOR ZEGRAS

You and Trevor never worked well, but you realize much you miss the chaotic haze of him and his shenanigans.

FOREVER & ALWAYS - JACK HUGHES

Jack said forever and always, but when he’s been recently blowing you off, you’re not so sure he means what he says.

THE BEST DAY - NICO HISCHIER

You and Nico spend an off day together and have the best day.

JUMP THEN FALL - QUINN HUGHES

You’ve been pining after Quinn since high school and have always subtly encouraged him falling for you, through friendly banter of course. A push in the right direction is all he needs, and you and his brother, Jack, both know it.

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR - JAMIE DRYSDALE

You and Jamie were always slightly off. Never on the surface, but something about the relationship was internally unsteady. You had ruined everything and you hoped he could see how much you still wanted him, even though he might not come back.

TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE - NICO HISCHIER

You invited your current relationship (maybe?) to a family event and he does everything right. Including ending the night with a big surprise.

This was based off of the tracklist for Taylor’s Version , but I didn’t use the vault tracks bc i cannot be bothered to do that many fics. This is already pushing, but we move. I hope y’all enjoy my take on the songs and their stories 🫶🏻

#fearless #nhl x reader #ts fic list #taylor swift #trevor zegras x reader #nico hischier #jack hughes #quinn hughes #ethan edwards #jamie drysdale #nhl fic

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Social Links forIsabel Vincent

A professor who appeared beside a top Hamas leader was due to speak on “genocide” at Harvard Monday — the same day as a deadline for the university to finally comply with a congressional subpoena demanding answers on antisemitism.

Noura Erakat, an associate professor of Africana studies at Rutgers University in New Jersey, was scheduled to speak on “We Charge Genocide; The Potential and Limits of International Law,” at the school’s Center for Middle Eastern Studies — after months of making anti-Israeli speeches.

The lecture by the controversial academic, who is also a human rights attorney, came amid mounting accusations that Harvard has failed to tackle antisemitism on its campus in the wake of the Hamas massacre of hundreds of innocent Israelis on October 7.

4Pro-Palestinian professor Noura Erakat, who once appeared on a panel with a Hamas leader, is scheduled to give a lecture at Harvard. She has blamed Israel for Hamas’ October 7 massacre of hundreds of innocent Israelis.Alamy Stock Photo

4Embattled Harvard University faces a deadline today over complying with subpoenas issued by a congressional committee probing the Ivy League school’s failure to discipline students for antisemitism.

And the speech was scheduled just as Harvard hits a deadline to hand over documents demanded by the House Education Committee as it probes antisemitism on campus.

Harvard had already been granted an extension to cooperate with the probe, formally launched after a December hearing in which its then-president Claudine Gay said that whether calling for the genocide of Israelis broke Harvard’s policies depended on “context.”

But Erakat’s speech appears likely to inflame tensions. From the beginning of the Hamas atrocities committed against Israelis, Erakat has blamed Israel alone for the violence.

“Any condemnation of violence is vapid if it does not begin & end with a condemnation of Israeli apartheid, settler colonialism, and occupation,” Erakat posted on X to her more than 176,000 followers on Oct. 7.

A few days later, on Oct. 16, she tweeted to President Biden “…@POTUS repeated the lie about beheaded [Israeli] babies [by Hamas], directed US diplomatic corps to avoid calls for ceasefire [between Israel and Hamas], & backs Israel’s genocidal warfare [in Gaza]…”

In 2020, she participated in an online workshop along with senior Hamas leader Ghazi Hamad that was hosted by Palestinian nonprofit the Masarat Center, according to a post advertising the event.

#noura erakat #harvard #harvard university #antisemitism #genocide

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Experimentation

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Solitude

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

The rest of the day was awkward for Belle. She couldn’t avoid Tony, but she kept her interaction with him short. She was fuming; he had no right, no say in her life. He wasn’t her father. At 3PM, Maria Hill called in all of the exiting interns for a glass of champagne and a toast. After, she had an exit interview with Pepper. At 355, she packed up her small personal items. “Belle?”

She looked up to see Tony standing there. “Anything else before I go Mr. Stark?”

“No, I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean that Steve isn’t a good guy just that I wanted you to be smart and safe.”

Tony was feeling the guilt more today. But Belle didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that he had known her father. Not really friends, but close. He thought back to day…

“Phil!” Pepper stood up to greet the SHIELD agent.

“Uh, his first name is Agent.”

Tony couldn’t believe the man had breached his security and tried to deflect him. Pepper had convinced him to read over the incident with the tesseract. He would be meeting with others including Captain Steven Rogers, the man who worked with his father on Project Rebirth. As Pepper made her way out with Agent Coulson, he overheard their conversations.

“I want to hear all about that cellist.”

“She moved back to Portland. Belle is pretty upset about it…”

Fast forward to Tony arriving to the helicarrier and Tony’s offer to fly him to Portland. “Just pick a day, keep love alive.”

“I can’t, have to get back to my daughter.”

“Daughter?”

“Yeah, Belle.” He showed a photo of a sweet looking girl with dark hair and blue eyes. “She’s off radar so if you…”

“Yeah, sure no problem.” Tony had arrived to the conference room…

Captain Rogers and Tony stood in the cell area, looking at the blood-stained wall where Phil Coulson had died.

“Was he married?”

“No, there was…” Tony hesitated. She’s off radar… “there was a cellist.” Tony kept his secret until he could talk to Fury.

It was a couple of days after New York. “What is going to happen to her?”

Fury looked at him. “A couple of agents picked her up when Loki became a problem and took her to New Jersey. She’s being placed there for her safety.”

“I’d like to sponsor her until she’s done with school. The least I could do for Coulson.”

“I’ll make arrangements for her to receive it as a scholarship if you’d like.”

“Thanks. Let’s just keep that between us for now. The rest of the team doesn’t have to know.”

“Tony, there is something you need to know before we move forward…”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I do have to go.” She picked up her bag.

“I’ll walk you out.” They made their way to the elevators in silence. Tony cleared his throat. “So, training in a month?”

“Yeah, this will be weird. Teaching.”

“You’ll be great. Your graduation is next Friday?”

“Yeah at 6 PM.”

They reached the bottom floor and Tony guided her out, hand on her back. Outside, Bucky was waiting next to the SUV. When he saw Belle, he opened the door and took her bag. “Afternoon Belle, Stark.”

“Hi Bucky. Thank you.” She turned to Tony and stuck out her hand. “Thank you for everything Mr. Stark.”

“The pleasure was mine Belle. Good luck… with everything.” He let go. “Barnes, take care of her.”

Bucky merely nodded and closed Belle’s door. He climbed in and started to make his way to Jersey. “So last day? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine Bucky. Just tired.”

“What was Stark’s problem? You looked really uncomfortable around him.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Belle, sweetheart, you know you can talk to me. I can be a friend in the world of supers.” Bucky gave her a look in the mirror.

“Can I sit up front with you?”

Bucky pulled over and Belle climbed up to the front. “So, talk.”

“Tony decided to comment on my life.”

“How do you mean?”

“He figured out that Steve and I are dating. Well, I told him that Steve was my boyfriend and he flipped. Said that Steve wasn’t good enough for me.”

“What the… ok Belle, listen. Tony was out of line.”

“Would Steve really hurt me?”

“Sweetheart, no. Steve would do anything to protect you. Stark is just talking out of his ass.”

“I assume you know about Steve’s… ah preferences?”

Bucky looked straight ahead. “I do.”

“As my friend,” Belle chewed her lip. “Should I be worried?”

“Belle you can always say no. Steve wouldn’t ignore you if something makes you uncomfortable. Truly, he cares about you sweetheart. I’ve never seen him like this before. I mean…” he stops. “No one else ever came close.”

“Does Tony know about his lifestyle?”

‘No,” Bucky looked at her. “I make sure no one does. Just like no one will know about you if you decide to leave. But I want you to stay. If only for the French toast.” He smirked at her and she blushed.

Making it to Jersey was quick and Bucky spoke with Lila while Belle got her stuff together. She got ready for dinner and made her way out. She stopped when she saw Bucky kissing Lila. She cleared her throat and turned around, not wanting embarrass them more. “I’m ready Bucky.”

“I’ll see you later Li?” He kissed her softly and Belle looked away.

Lila giggled and nodded. She hugged Belle. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah. Just the weekend with Steve. I’ll be back on Sunday night. Big week ahead.”

“I know Miss Valedictorian. You have speech to write.”

Belle flushed. She hadn’t mentioned to anyone else of the honor she received. “Bye Li.” She and Bucky exited the apartment.

“So…”

“Please don’t. No one knows.”

“Why? That’s a huge honor.”

“Everyone expects my family to be there for the stuff before. The luncheon and stuff. I don’t have one so what’s the point.”

“Belle, c’mon. You have us, Steve, Lila, me. We can be your family.”

Belle fell silent and just looked out the window. They made it back into Manhattan with 20 minutes to spare. Bucky drove around, trying to coax her back out. “Belle, please. Steve is going to kill me if I am sending you to him upset.”

“I’m fine Bucky. Just ready for graduation to be over.”

Bucky pulled up to the restaurant and opened her door. “Tell Steve. I promise he’ll be proud and supportive. And mention anything else you’re worried about.” He alluded to her concerns about being hurt.

“Thank you, Buck.” Belle walked into the restaurant and the maitre’d looked at her. “Miss Davis?”

“Yes.”

“Follow me.” He guided her to a private room where Steve was waiting.

“Isabella, you look beautiful.” He kissed her cheek and helped her into her chair.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“I took the liberty of having the chef give us a tasting menu. I hope that’s ok.”

“It’s fine. Best way to taste everything,” she said with a forced smile.

Steve studied her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It was a long day.”

“Don’t lie to me. Please baby, don’t.”

Belle waited as the waiter poured the selected wine for them. Once he was out of the room, she took a deep breath. “I’m nervous for this weekend. Steve, are you going to hurt me? I don’t want you to hurt me.” Her mind comes up with the images she had searched. Of her being bound and gagged while a whip would crack over the back. She hitched her breath in remembrance.

“Why would you assume that I want to hurt you?”

“I did my research.”

Steve chuckled. She was such a good girl for him. “Belle, will it hurt? A little. But only to provide you pleasure. I want you to enjoy it. The moment its not enjoyable, we stop. That’s why we decided on this weekend. To gage what you do and do not like.”

“I don’t want to be whipped. I don’t want you to mark me when you hit me.”

“Ok, that’s good. This is what I want us to do. You tell me what the limits are. Communications is the only way this will work.” He stopped at the first course was brought out.

“I did see something intriguing. It’s like a whip but soft.”

“A flogger? We can try it. It may bite but not as hard as you think.” Steve smiled at her. “I have an idea if you trust me.”

“I trust you.” She didn’t hesitate in her response.

They made it through dinner and Belle took a moment. “Steve?”

“Yes, sweet pea?”

“Sweet pea?”

“You like sweets, you’re sweet. You are my sweet pea. What did you need?”

“I have an event to go to on Wednesday and I was wondering if you would go with me.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“It’s a luncheon with the alumni association. For the valedictorian.”

“Valedictorian? Isabella are you…”

Belle lowered her eyes, a blush forming. Steve used his fingers to lift her face. “That is an honor. Congratulations. Yes, of course. I’ll clear my schedule.” He leaned and kissed her gently. “I am so proud of you sweet pea.”

She blushed and kissed him back.

They finished up and Bucky picked them up and took them back to the apartment. He dropped them off and said, “I’m headed to Lila’s. See you in the morning for breakfast.” He winked at Belle.

“Goodnight, Buck,” Steve said. He took Belle up to the apartment. They went straight to the playroom. Steve could feel Belle’s heart pounding. “Breathe princess. I promise, you tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Turn and face the bed.” She turned and Steve grasped the zipper and pulled it down slowly, running a finger down her spine. Belle’s breath hitched with the sensation. The dress dropped and pooled around her heels. “Turn back around,” he ordered. She spun again. “You are beautiful princess.” He cupped her face and kissed her. She moaned into it and Steve smiled. He lowered his hands and reached to remove her bra. He stepped back and took her in, just panties and heels.

He licked his lips and led her to the bed. He kneeled in front of her and pulled down her panties, sliding them slowly down her legs. Belle’s breath was ragged, every touch setting her aflame. “Step, princess.” She complied immediately. “Lay down on the bed.” Each order sent a wave of arousal to her core. She climbed to the center of the bed, still in her heels. The sheets were silky smooth but stark white.

“Raise your arms above your head.” Belle moved her arms. She looked to see where Steve was. He came into view with a royal blue silk rope. He took the length and wrapped her wrist gently. “Don’t pull,” he said as he tied it to the bed. He checked for the tightness. “What is your safe word?”

“Red sir.”

“And your go signal?”

“Blue sir.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs.” She hesitated. “Princess,” he warned. She moved her legs. He took additional rope and tied an ankle to each post. He took in, spread out and waiting. He could see she was wet and needy. “I don’t think I want you to see anymore.” He took off his tie and wrapped it to cover her eyes. He placed a kiss on her and leaned up to keep it going.

“My greedy girl. Patience.” Steve took off the rest of his clothes and placed a condom onto the bedside table. He went to his toy wall and took out the red flogger and an egg vibrator. He made his way back to Belle. She was squirming, needing him. He got in-between her legs and ran a finger through her folds. She mewled at the sudden touch and tried to close her legs. “So wet for me princess. Do you like being at my mercy?”

“Yes.” He slapped her clit and she cried out. “I’m sorry. Yes, sir,” she corrected.

“Good girl. My princess is a good girl,” Steve coo’d at her. He kissed her clit in comfort and then licked to taste the nectar coming from her. “You taste so good princess.” He reached up and put the vibrator on her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. She opened her mouth and felt the heavy object on her tongue. He pulled it out of her mouth and went back to her pussy. He fingered her slightly and then pushed the vibrator in. She gasped. “Its ok Belle, it’s a vibrator.”

“Steve…”

“No.”

“I’m sorry sir.” She trembled.

“I promise, you will enjoy it.” Steve reached up to kiss her. “If its too much just let me know.” He got off the bed and reached for the flogger. He set the vibrator to low, watching as Belle squirmed at the sensation. He smiled and took a stance and flicked his wrist, letting the flogger fly and slap Belle’s skin on her belly. She jumped and moaned. “Are you ok? Color?”

“Blue sir. I’m ok.”

“Did that hurt?”

“No sir.”

“Good. See, it’s in your mind,” he reassured her. “I’m going to go a little harder. Tell me to stop if it hurts, ok?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He flicked his wrist harder, allowing the flogger to strike her breasts. She pulled on the restraints and cried out. “Don’t pull princess, I don’t want you to hurt.” He tried again over her legs, and she continued to moan in response. He let go harder and harder, increasing the vibrator with each strike until she cried on the eighth strike over her abdomen.

“No, stop!” She cried.

“Ok, ok,” he dropped the flogger. He took some lotion and rubbed her belly. She moaned at his gentleness, and he increased the vibrator, causing her to scream.

“Steve, please!” She could feel herself close to the edge. He reached and pulled the vibrator out, listening her to groan and he climbed between her legs. He rolled onto the condom and thrusted inside. She screamed again, feeling her clench around him. He thrusted quickly in and out.

“C’mon princess. You know you want to.”

“Please,” she pleaded. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked hard. She wanted to have him close but her legs were still tied. She had to just take what he gave her. Steve reached up to release her hands and she brought them down on his back and gripped.

“Let go Isabella,” Steve pleaded, feeling himself reaching his peak. He thrusted harder and she detonated, pulsing and sucking him in. He pushed in and released, filling the condom, moaning her name. He slowed his pace, kissing Belle gently as he did. He pulled out slowly, not wanting to hurt her. He released the ropes and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel. She pulled her legs close, flexing them to get feeling back into them. He came back and cleaned her gently. Then he rubbed her ankles and arms.

Steve went and grabbed two robes. He placed the blue one on himself and sat Belle up. He wrapped the white robe around her and carried her to his room. He grabbed a shirt and put it on her and lifted her to bed. He wanted her close tonight, not feeling comfortable leaving her alone after her first experience in his playroom. He cleaned himself up and put on pajama bottoms. He climbed into the bed and pulled Isabella close.

He felt her settle and he smiled. And he stopped. Because he knew what he was doing was dangerous.

Because falling in love with her would put her in danger.

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