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Apartment #3 - Chapter 3

pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff

summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America.

excerpt:

Jessica Grace Parker December 4th, 1989 569 Leaman Place Apt. #3, Brooklyn, NY 11201 Registered Nurse NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital

It’s the undercover alias she’s been assigned as a member of SHIELD’s Special Operations unit. The mission objective was rather simple—monitor the target and report updates as necessary.

She’s gone undercover more than a dozen times, so it’s not the details of the assignment or the temporary relocation she’s concerned about.

It’s just that her target was well… more unusual than most.

author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity.

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“So. You all moved in?”

She lets out a drawn-out sigh, leaning back in her office chair.

“Yep. And the new apartment’s somehow smaller than the one I have now.”

“Smaller than a studio in Manhattan?” Thomas crinkles his nose, gaze fixed on his screen as he types off the rest of his latest mission report—a 0-8-4 mission to investigate some unregistered Asgardian technology that was detected on the Portuguese coast.

“Yeah, the whole building looks like it’s been there for at least a century. Wouldn’t be surprised if the plumbing’s gone to shit.”

“Damn.” Thomas tsks, muttering absentmindedly as he gathers the files on his desk, closing up the folder. “…well, if it’s good enough for Cap…” He sighs, before his head raises slowly with a newfound interest.

“speaking of whom…”

Folding his fingers over the desk, he wiggles in his seat in anticipation, like a lion ready to strike its prey.

“Did you see him? How was he? Everything you dreamed of and more?”

She rolls her eyes, snorting.

“First of all, I barely met him.”

Thomas gasps, practically jumping up in his chair.

“So you did see him!”

She shoots him a wide-eyed glare, giving the office a hurried scan.

“Barely, Tom. I just said hi.”

She tries to brush off her coworker’s overt interest, pretending to shift her attention to her monitor as she hits ‘refresh’ on her inbox.

Thomas, of course, doesn’t let up.

He groans, practically climbing on top of his spinning chair in excitement as he leans in closer.

“C’mon, girl, spill! I know there’s more than that.”

She purses her lips, glaring at the unread mail piled up in her spam box before swirling around in her seat, sighing in defeat.

“Fine, he just… he helped me with a couple boxes, and he uhm… hesawmykeychain.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she huffs out another breath.

“That stupid keychain you got me, Thomas? He saw it.”

It takes what feels like a full hour for the realization to sink into Thomas’s face, and when it does, he’s a laughing mess over her desk, clutching onto his keyboard for support.

“H-holy shit, you’re kidding!”

He gasps for air, banging on the table as she playfully shoves his hands away.

“Oh my god, girl, I’d say I’m sorry, but… I’m not.”

At the deadpanned expression on her face, he breaks into another bout of giggles. Just as she starts to seriously contemplate strangling her coworker, her phone buzzes on her desk:

Messages Grant Ward 1 Message ‘here.’

“Wait, so how did he rea… ugh, please don’t tell me that’s him again.” Thomas remarks with undisguised disgust, his mood making a remarkably quick 180.

“Yeah, we’re meeting for lunch today.” She mutters, slipping her phone and purse into her bag.

“What? What about our sushi date Friday?”

“Next week?” She stands up, shooting him an apologetic smile as she grabs her jacket from behind her chair.

“Ugh, I hope he chokes on his food.” Thomas sings under his breath, swiveling back around in his chair as he rolls his eyes.

“Wait, so what are your thoughts on Grant again?” She smirks amusedly, hand on her hip, purse hanging from one arm.

“Oh, he’s just a sweetheart! So glad you guys are back together.” Thomas claps, blinking up at her with fake enthusiasm.

She only rolls her eyes in response, no longer bothered about her friend’s open disapproval for her on-again off-again relationship with Grant.

2 years she’s known Grant Ward, ever since they collaborated on a week-long asset extraction case in Marrakech. He was the confident, charming type from the get-go—a perfect foil to her more withdrawn attitude around new people—and for the first few months, it felt like a match made in heaven. Things started to get a little rocky around month 5, and though she understands the concerns her friends have voiced about the instability of their relationship, a part of her is determined to prove them wrong.

When she arrives at the first floor of their building, he’s waiting for her at the lobby cafe.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” She huffs out a breath, sliding into the seat opposite of his.

“Hey, one sec” he mutters without glancing up, slumped backward in his seat. His gaze remains fixed on his phone, thumbs moving quickly across the screen as he types out a long message.

She lets out a quiet breath, glancing around at the crowded space as agents and other SHIELD employees walked in for coffee and some quick grab-and-go options: turkey sandwiches, salads, fruit cups.

“I didn’t know this place served lunch.”

“Hmm?” Grant hums after a long pause, eyes flit rapidly across the screen, head nodding though she doubts he’s heard her. “… yeah, just—“ Another ding sounds from his device and his brows perk up, eyes quickly scanning whatever message is lighting up his phone.

She frowns, sitting up in her chair as she leans forward.

“Is that about work? Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” Grant licks his lips, sucking in a breath, and the divot between her brows deepens.

“Listen, [REDACTED]….”

He slips his phone into his pocket, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward.

“…I need to talk to you about something.”

An invisible rope goes taut in the pit of her stomach.

“Okay.” She murmurs slowly, eyes flitting between the hard set line of his jaw and the serious lines under his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about us lately, and…”

The rope in her stomach stretches farther and farther, the pressure building up in her lungs.

“I think it’s best if we call this off.”

The rope snaps loose, and the blade of the guillotine swings down.

She opens her mouth, but all the air’s been sucked out of her lungs and she’s left gaping like a fish out of water.

“I… what?” She manages to choke out.

From across the table, Grant heaves out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s just with this relocation gig you’ve got going, I never see you anymore, and I just…. I think we drifted apart, that’s all.”

Her entire body immediately goes rigid at the mention of her new assignment—it was something that Grant had been opposed from the very start:

‘Brooklyn? Really? What the hell does Fury want you to do in that shithole?’

He had complained.

She had tried to convince herself that he was being protective, simply worried because she wasn’t allowed to let him in on any of the assignment details. But deep down, she always knew it was the green-eyed monster—at the onset of recruitment, he was disappointed to learn he wasn’t included in the short list of agents whom Fury considered for the assignment.

She should have known better. About him. About all of it.

“Sorry, are you… are you dumping me right now?”

“No, listen, baby, I think you’re great—“

And the condescension in his voice as he croons ‘baby’ is the last straw that blows the whole fuse.

“—okay, you know what? First off, I am not your fucking baby.”

“…and second, don’t pretend like you haven’t been texting someone else these past few weeks.”

From the small glimpses of ‘miss you <3’ and ‘when are you getting back?’ on his phone, to the way he’d regularly blame overtime for last-minute date cancellations—everything was so obvious in retrospect.

He scoffs at her accusatory glare, as if the idea was unimaginable.

“I haven’t been texting anyon—”

She lets out a sharp laugh, head tilting back as her nose pricks, tears clouding the corner of her vision.

Why had she given him the benefit of the doubt? Deep down, she had known all along.

“—you know what, Grant? That’s great.” She stands up abruptly, chair dragging loudly against the floor as she snatches up her belongings off the table. “…but if you’re gonna cheat on me, at least have the fucking balls to admit that you’re the reason we’re not together. Not me or my fucking job.”

The rest of her work day is fueled with nothing but rage—she nearly breaks her keyboard trying to draft a simple email, accidentally stomping over an office plant on her way to the fax machine. Matters are only made worse when she’s called in to deal with a tense hostage situation that drags on for hours on end.

By the time she gets back to her place in Brooklyn, it’s 8:21pm.

It’s 8:21 pm on a Friday night and her feet are aching, back tense from an afternoon of slumping over the mission control monitor.

It’s 8:21 pm on a Friday night and she’s just managed to climb up the last few stairs to her floor when her phone’s suddenly blowing up with text notifications from Thomas, Kristen from statistics, and a few other close friends from work:

‘OPEN THIS RIGHT NOW.'

‘What in the actual fuck? Did you know about this??’

‘Hey, I thought you should see this.’

Attached is a link to an Instagram story, uploaded by an account she recognizes as one of Grant’s buddies from work.

“What the fuck?” She mutters to herself, brows furrowing as she clicks on the video, squinting at the dimly lit but unmistakeable scene inside of a nightclub—Grant with another woman on his lap, drunk off his ass and laughing as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. The brunette in his lap reaches around, landing a deep kiss on Grant’s lips as his hands slide down her waist. The timestamp reads 10 minutes ago, confirming her biggest fear—not even 8 hours after they had broken up, and he’s parading around with a girl he’s probably been sleeping with for god knows how long.

It’s the third time the video’s playing back on loop when she realizes that angry, hot tears are dripping from her eyes, slowly making its way down to her jaw. She leans against the nearest wall, just outside her door, fingertips turning white at how harshly she was gripping her phone.

How could he do this, after two years of endless work and dedication?

Her knees can barely hold up her weight, stomach bubbling over with betrayal. Her eyes dart desperately across the screen, following their movements over and over and over—she doesn’t even hear the echo of the footsteps coming up the stairs behind her.

“Hey, you alright?” Her eyes snap up from her phone, but she doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is.

Great. Just fucking peachy.

She hastily turns off her phone and swipes at her cheeks, batting at the wet corners of her eyes before facing Steve. It doesn’t take a genius to notice she’d been crying, and his eyes immediately flit across her damp cheeks, the blurred mascara staining her lower lash line.

She fidgets with the rumpled edges of her blouse, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey.” She mutters, glancing back down at her phone though the screen is blank.

“Hi.” He tries to give her a friendly smile, though the corners of his mouth are noticeably stiff, a small divot forming between his brows.

“Are you… locked out of your place?” He frowns worriedly, eyes darting between her and the door behind her as he steps forward, raising his arm to gesture toward her apartment door. The keys in his hand jingle with his movements, while the other hand is balancing a flat cardboard box, patterned with red and black checkerboards on top. As he shuffles forward, she gets a sudden whiff of… oh, jesus.

Yeasty, cheesy, and the unmistakable aroma of fresh tomato sauce—all of which can only mean one thing.

She licks her lips, eyes flickering to the box in his hand before she clears her throat. She glances back toward her door, shaking her head.

“Oh, no, I just…”

Nope, just crying in the hallway cause I got dumped on by a guy who’s been cheating on me for weeks. How’s your night, Cap?

“… no, I’m not locked out.” She ends up muttering, though her feet stay rooted to her spot on the carpet, barely a few feet away from her door.

“Oh.” Steve nods slowly, pursing his lips.

“…right. Well, I’ll, I’ll see you around.”

Hesitantly, he continues forward, moving down the hallway. Now with her back turned to him, she only hears the soft jingle of his keys and his door creak open. And, yet, she doesn’t hear him step inside.

“Hey, Jess?”

Wincing, she turns around reluctantly, annoyance creeping up at Steve’s friendly gaze. He’s standing at his doorway, keys perched on top of the pizza box, his other hand resting on the doorframe.

Raising his brows, he quirks his head to one side and poses a question that throws her off guard.

“Have you had dinner yet?”

She blinks, and manages to shake her head.

He purses his lips, stepping forward, away from his dim apartment and back under the hallway lights.

“Well, if you…” He huffs out a breath, eyes flitting downwards then back up.

“… if you haven’t eaten yet, would you want to share this with me? Don’t think I can finish it on my own.”

He smiles, brows raised invitingly. Her eyes dart between the pizza box and the unassuming expression on his face, and she sucks in a quiet breath.

“I…” She’s dumbfounded, the second time she’s at a loss for words that night, feeling the whiplash of being dumped a minute ago and now being offered pizza by Captain America.

“…are you inviting me inside your apartment?”

It takes a moment for the implication behind her question to sink in, and when it does, Steve’s face is as red as the squares on the box he’s holding.

He perks up, noticeably stiffening. The tips of his ears are the first to turn scarlet, and soon he’s blushing a deep crimson all the way from his cheeks down to his neck.

He sighs, ducking his head, brows pinched together in distress.

“No, that’s… I’m sorry, that’s not what I me—”

And, despite everything that’s happened, she finds herself trying to bite back a smile.

“—hey, I’m kidding.”

His eyes snap up, eyes scanning her expression before he lets out a breath, letting out a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean for that to come off as creepy.”

And after a while of trying to refrain from smiling, her mouth finally breaks open, and she lets out a quiet laugh.

“It didn’t. You’re okay.”

He seems a little reassured by her laugh, and remains standing in his doorway, door opened only a fraction of the way, and starts to bounce on the balls of his feet.

“Right, so…”

Despite the temporary escape she found in making Steve’s blush, she’s never seriously considered taking Steve’s suggestion. It would be insane, to break Fury’s direct order to maintain ‘no more contact than absolutely necessary’ in the first week she’d been assigned to the mission.

It was still a nice gesture, though. Nice to see that there’s more to Captain America than a friendly smile and a firm handshake.

“Uhm, t-that’s a really nice offer, but… I’m not really hung—”

And what she had planned on saying was: I’m not really hungry, enjoy your pizza.

What comes out, though, is a loud rumbling much further down south, just above her belly button.

She turns rigid, head snapping down to the traitor in her belly. And now, it’s her own face that’s as red as a slice of pepperoni.

It’s only then she realizes that she hasn’t had anything to eat since breakfast, on account of what happened at lunch with Grant.

From the way Steve’s brows perk up in newfound interest, she’s sure he’s heard the noise, and braces herself for whatever embarrassment would follow getting caught in the world’s most pathetic lie by Captain America.

Instead, America’s hero wordlessly steps back out into the hallway, letting his door close behind him with a soft ‘click.’ Finding a spot in the hallway, opposite her door, he plops straight down, laying the pizza down in his lap and stretching his legs across the expanse of the hallway.

She watches, wide-eyed and dumbfounded—it’s almost comical, how he has to cram his long legs into the narrow space between his side of the wall and hers. Bent at the knees, yet the soles of his feet still press against the other side.

She glances down at his sneakers, perched up against the wall—a pair of old-fashioned trainers, navy blue and white, with soles tattered and grey from what seems like years of use.

Her eyes trail up a pair of worn 501 Levis, and a navy blue henley that displays an ungodly amount of muscle even under the dull lighting of the hallway.

“You’re welcome to join me.” Steve grins nonchalantly as he pops open the top of the box, peering up at her under a set of friendly brows, almost as if challenging her to resist.

A tentative whiff as the smell of pizza drifts right up under her nose, and she lets out a loud sigh, dropping her shoulders.

The next moment, she’s turning on her heels. She heads straight for her apartment door and walks through, the door slamming shut behind her.

Not even a minute later, she’s back outside, holding up two ice cold beers by the neck. Hair thrown up in a loosely tied knot above her head, the top two button of her blouse undone.

Steve’s worried head snaps up at the sound of her door, the lines between his brows dissipating in relief. He smirks, sinking back into his seat on the carpet.

She plops down against the wall facing him, handing him a bottle before taking a swig from her own.

“Thanks.”

With a curious gaze, he slowly takes the bottle from her fingers, eyes following her as she tips her head back for a large swig. From across the hall, Steve rotates the box in his lap, offering her the first slice.

As her eyes flit over his order, she can’t help the smile that immediately tugs on her lips

“Good choice.” She murmurs amusedly, reaching for a slice to find it still warm.

“Yeah, figured it’s a classic.” He picks up a slice himself, the one next to the one she’s chosen, and sets the box down on the scraggly carpet.

She nods in agreement, practically drooling at the slice of heaven in her hand.

“Clean. No bullshit.”

A large cheese pizza, classic NY style.

Thin crust, decent char on the bottom though not too burnt. A generous layer of melty cheese and tangy red sauce.

“… wish life was more like that. No bullshit.” She mutters nonchalantly, more to herself than anything. He chuckles in response, the sound echoing down the hallway as he lifts his slice in the air.

“I’ll cheers to that.”

She laughs alongside him, surprised by how much easier it feels to smile all of a sudden.

“Cheers.”

One bite of the crispy, chewy, cheesy goodness, and all her troubles start to melt away.

“Mmm.” She lets out a low moan, eyes fluttering shut as her head bumps against the wall with a soft ‘thunk.’

“…fuck, that’s good.”

“Glad you like it.” Steve responds amusedly, smirking at her from over the rim of his beer. He’s got one arm resting over his knee, leg propped up against his chest while the other remains on the floor. The muscles in his forearms flex as he raises his bottle up to his lips, tipping the drink back.

Before her eyes can wander further, she clears her throat, glancing back down to the pizza in her hand. A second bite shoved hastily into her mouth before she can even swallow the first and good lord, did pizza always taste this good?

“Where’s this from?” She chews, lifting the top of the box off of the carpet to peer at the logo.

Before she can get the top more than an inch off the floor, however, Steve stops her with a quick hand, the width of his palm almost covering half of the box. Her eyes snap up to meet his smirk, brows raised and uncharacteristically mischievous.

“I’m afraid that’s top secret.” He tsks, and she gasps in response, feigning shock with a hand over her chest.

“Wow. Gatekeeping your pizza place? After I offered you my beer? That’s cold, neighbor.”

As soon as the last word escapes her lips, she perks up with a start, biting her tongue at the realization that she’d just used a goddamn nickname to refer to Captain America.

Her gaze snaps up at Steve, fear brewing in her chest to find that he was… laughing.

A good, hearty chuckle, head tipped back and all. Leaning back against the wall, holding his pizza in one hand, clutching his stomach with the other.

From this close a distance, she can spot every detail—like the tiny scar that hides between the small wrinkles on his forehead when he raises his brows. Or the small crows feet tugging at the corners of his eyes. The ridiculously long eyelashes that flutter every time he blinks, casting shadows over the tops of his cheeks. The small ridge in the bridge of his nose that’s slightly off-center. His plump bottom lip, stretching around a set of pearly-whites as he smiles, proposing a question:

“So how long have you been living in the city?”

“Hm?”

She freezes, eyes snapping up to meet his curious smile.

“You mentioned you moved here from Manhattan. How long have you been living there?”

And the sudden segue into this new inquiry intrigues her, more than anything. Because whatever the variation of the question—‘how long have you been coming here?’ or ‘how long have you known so-and-so?’ or, of course, the age-old ‘you come here often?’—they all usually come across as unwarranted and creepy, a half-assed attempt at a pick-up line at best.

Yet, from Steve, it only reads as part of a friendly, neighborly conversation. Open and honest, no ulterior motives. No bullshit.

It’s refreshing, to say the least.

“Not… not too long. Moved here for work.”

She mutters quickly, taking another swig of her beer, and licks her lips as a raw memory edges into her mind at the thought of work, more bitter than the beer that hits her tongue.

“…what about you?” She murmurs, watching a moment of conflict cross his face.

He recovers quickly, smoothing over it with a smile:

“Moved around a couple times, but… Brooklyn’s always been home.”

The bitter bite in her mouth softens a little at the nostalgic note in Steve’s gaze, her eyes tracing the soft creases in his shirt as she recalls his backstory:

Born and raised in Brooklyn, with a WW1 veteran dad who passed early and a mom who worked as a nurse. Not enough money to pursue art school, got caught a handful times getting into alleyway fights. Then tried to enlist on five different occasions, got rejected the first four times. Aside from the basics, though, there was little official documentation on Steve Rogers’ earlier days in Brooklyn.

Her thoughts are suddenly broken by her phone buzzing loudly in her pocket—just by the ringtone, she knows whose calling her.

She freezes, momentarily paralyzed as her phone continues to go off loudly. Steve’s eyes flit over to the source of the sound but remains quiet. After a few more rings, the phone goes silent, before starting up again with another call.

At that, she lets out an exasperated sigh, digging into her pocket before aggressively sliding the mute button on her phone. She tosses the phone on the carpet with a harsh ‘thud,’ hand reaching up to rub at her temple.

“Those are some persistent spam calls.”

Steve murmurs quietly.

She snorts, her rage temporarily dissolving into a dumfounded laugh that leaves her chest aching.

“That would be an insult to scammers everywhere.”

“You avoiding someone?” It’s obvious from his careful gaze that he doesn’t want to pry.

“You could say that.” She murmurs, eyes still lowered to the ground. Then, after a small pause:

“…it’s my boyfriend. Ex, actually.” She quickly corrects herself, scrunching her nose as the word leaves a sour note on her tongue.

Out of the corner of her eye, Steve opens then closes his mouth, giving her a small nod in understanding.

“I’m sorry.”

And, all of a sudden, she feels tears cloud her vision at the first words of consolation, his deep and warm timbre unlocking something fastened inside her.

Fuck, fuck.

“No, don’t be.” She chokes out a laugh as she blinks rapidly, feeling her nose prick with tears. Before she can stop herself, the next words are already tumbling out of her mouth:

“He broke up with me at lunch today. Turns out he’d been fucking this other girl for over a month.”

And it had to be the fatigue, the beer, or some combination of both that was loosening up her lips right now, because there was no way her lucid self could be consulting Captain America about her goddamnlove life.

“…and he had the audacity to break up with me. Can you believe that?”

Steve stays silent for a while, and she doesn’t have the courage to look up. Then, out of the blue:

“He sounds like a real asshole.”

Her eyes snap up as she lets out an incredulous breath, smiling.

“You’re damn right.”

Two more slices of pizza and a couple beers later, the weight on her chest feels noticeably lighter.

“Thanks for the pizza, my treat next time.”

An empty promise, she knows.

There can’t be a next time.

Steve nods, smiling.

“Anytime.”

He takes a small pause, pursing his lips as he casts a quick glance down at the carpet near her feet.

“…shame you got rid of it.” He murmurs.

“Hmm?”

“Your keychain.”

He points at the the set of keys resting on the floor between them, which had fallen out of her pocket sometime during the night. Upon realizing that he was referring to the absence of the red, white, and blue shield—she had made sure to remove it after the embarrassing encounter earlier that week—her confusion quickly turns into red hot embarrassment.

So he had noticed.

“Uhm, yeah, it was uh…” She clears her throat, bending down to snatch it off the floor.

“…getting a little bulky.”

“Bulky, huh?” He quirks his head, raising his brows, and the tip of his nose catches the lighting in the hallway.

“….so you’re not a fan?”

Eyebrows raised incredulously, she turns to him, eyes carefully surveying the unreadable expression on his face.

“I’m sorry?”

“Of Captain America? I noticed your keychain was his shield.”

She knew this man was good, but surely he couldn’t be that good?

It had been less than a week since the start of her mission. If he had already caught onto her identity, she would surely be saying goodbye to her steady 7-year-career at SHIELD. Upon a second glance, however, she realizes that the teasing glint in his eyes is a little less strategic and a little more… demure.

Could Steve Rogers poking fun at her keychain because of some other reason?

Her cheeks grow pink at the thought, but she pushes the thought elsewhere.

And because he thinks that she’s the clueless one in this conversation, she decides to play along, lips curling up in a coy smile.

“I don’t know… I always thought he was kinda overrated.” She pouts, fighting to suppress a smile.“

“…Captain America. Even the name sounds kinda douchey, don’t ya think?”

Contrary to her expectation, he lets out a loud laugh, head almost knocking against the drywall behind him. He glances down at her, hands on his hips, giving her a curious smile.

In this light, she thinks, he almost looks like the Captain America from the WW2 recruitment posters in the 30s—the fresh-faced, doe-eyed version of him untouched by decades of war.

“You know, I’ve always wondered who came up with that name.”

That night, as she waves goodbye to Steve and retreats into apartment #3, Fury’s voice bounces around in her head: ‘…primary directive is to maintain minimal contact with him. Nothing over what’s absolutely necessary.’

Yet, in the solitude of her bed, all she can think about is Steve—the soft peaks of his hair under the dim lighting of the hallway, the concerned divot between his brows when she had teased him. How he had leaned into their conversation so that he could hear her better, as if Captain American didn’t have better things to do than to listen to her tragic little love tales. That boyishly charming smile he had on his face when he offered her pizza, and again when he asked coyly about her keychain—so much of that innocent warmth she thought he’d lost.

Reminiscing the nostalgic light in Steve's eyes when he'd told her that Brookyln’s always been home, she begins to wonder just how deep the blue runs.

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bulgingpushh · 8 months

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Do you feel it? The head that is ever so slowly spreading your poor acing lips apart, oh now why did you stop? Do you feel your lips sealing back up? You have to push to get it out.

There it come, ah yes, your lips are nice and wide now. You stopped pushing again? That's alright though, the head is staying in place, fully crowned, still resting safely in your full recked pussy.

What's wrong? Is it stuck? Well looks like you'll be stuck spread open for the time being until your pussy decides it has had enough and let's the head go.

“mfhhhhh i can’t do this! it’s coming!” i clutch my belly and curl around the mound, leaning forward trying to get the head to move. it doesn’t and i relax and the head remains wedged in ny slit. it looks like it’s going to be stuck there for a while….

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 11 months

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Summary: You have a match against Ruby Soho with Saraya and Toni at ringside. Your friends beat up the Outcasts before they can do to much damage to you. Eddie comes out to save you from getting beat up by Chris Jericho.

•Eddie Kingston x Reader•

I am jumping back and forth in gorilla waiting to make my entrance for my match against Ruby Soho. My music hits and I make my entrance. The Outcasts make their entrance after mine. Ruby gets in the ring and immediately starts attacking me before the bell can even ring. I am sitting in the corner of the ring and she is raining down stomps to my chest. The ref grabs her waist and pulls her away from me. The ref and Ruby start arguing. Toni and Saraya run over, Toni grabs my arms locking them behind me and Saraya starts choking me out against the turnbuckle.

"Maybe you should have joined us!"

Saraya yells in my ear. They let go of me and Ruby runs over giving me a boot to the face. I fall down laying on the mat clutching my face kicking my feet. Ruby backs off yelling at the ref to check if I want to start the match. I start to climb up the ropes giving Ruby the angriest face. I shake my head yes to the ref. She calls for the bell to be rung and as soon as I hear it, I run over and clothesline Ruby. I give her a couple clotheslines in a row than whip her out of the ring. I go to run the ropes to do a suicide dive but Saraya grabs my feet and makes me fall on my stomach. As Toni has the ref distracted, Saraya pulls me out of the ring, falling onto the outside and starts stomping my stomach. All of a sudden, I hear Britt Baker's theme go off and her and Jamie Hayter are running down to the ring kendo sticks in hand. Saraya throws me back into the ring and runs off with the rest of The Outcasts being chased by Britt and Jamie to the back. The ref counts out Ruby making me win the match. I am laying in the ring coughing when the lights go off. I feel someone's hand grip onto my hair pulling me up onto their leg while they are crouched down. I let out a loud scream trying to get out. The lights come back on and I am looking up at none other than Chris Jericho. He has my hair gripped so I am looking up at him. I am breathing hard looking up at him slightly kicking my feet. He brings a microphone to his mouth and looks out at the crowd. He grips my hair laughing into the mic.

"Where is your man now? Where is he? Where is your hero? That's right! He is at home still nursing that injury I gave him a few months ago. So he can't be here to save his precious princess!"

Chris leans down and kisses my head gripping my hair tightly. Someone slides into the ring behind Chris dressed in a gray shirt and black jeans, black mask covering his face and a NY hat on his head. I look over Chris' shoulder and look into the eyes of the man standing behind him knowing exactly who it is. I look back at Chris and start evilly laughing. He looks down at me with a confused look. The mystery man smacks Chris in the back of the head with a forearm and Chris falls over my body. I roll out of the way crawling to the corner to sit there and watch what is happening. This mystery man starts beating the crap out of Chris than throws him over the top rope onto the floor. He turns and looks at me pulling his mask down smiling. The crowd starts roaring for him. I climb up the ropes holding my ribs just staring at him jaw dropped. He smiles walking towards me rolling his sleeves up.

"You miss me Y/N?"

He picks me up bridal style while I'm still holding my ribs. The crowd is chanting my name. Eddie kisses my forehead and I look at him smiling.

"I definitely missed you! Thank you for saving me."

"Any time baby!"

@eddie-kingstons-wifey

#aew imagine #aew #eddie kingston fanfiction #eddie kingston imagine #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston #fanfic #charley's fics

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foodsies4me · 3 months

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Max showing up at Magnus' door saying Alec say it's okay but the whole of NY's shadowhunters are scouring the city looking for him

So, this took a turn I didn't expect as usual because I have never written a fic the way I planned to. Also background context, Madzie is out shopping with Izzy, Clara and Steph, which is why Max arrived sans Madzie.

The thing is, Magnus should have known better than to take Max’s word at face value. As much as he adores the child, Magnus isn’t blind to Max’s tendency to get into trouble at the drop of a head because his curiosity gets the better of him. Still, Max has never disobeyed on purpose, especially where Alec is concerned. So, when Max rings his doorbell, hazel eyes barely visible over the camera, and claims Alec told him he could drop by, Magnus doesn’t think twice about letting him in.

He’s quick to put a stasis spell on the three potions he’s making for one of his clients and turn down the fire before Max makes it all the way up. While his favorite baby Lightwood has been helping him from time to time, claiming he needed to be able to understand how potions worked to help Madzie with her lessons, Magnus has only let him touch the harmless potions that don't explode or poison you with a wrong step. Or even the right one. Max enters right as Magnus shuts his apothecary again, his smile bright and easy as he chirps out a joyous, “Hi Mags!” Magnus immediately notices how, despite the easy smile and the relaxed shoulders, something is off about Max’s greeting. He can’t pinpoint what, but something - a key component Magnus never noticed was there - is somehow absent.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Lightwood trainee,” Magnus greets as he takes Max's jacket and backpack and places them high on the coat hanger. “What brings you here today?” Max laughs, but again the noise sounds off. Wrong. Like a note that has been transposed into a different key. “Alec said I could come,” he says, repeating what he said earlier over the speaker. “So you said,” Magnus agrees. “But that doesn’t answer my question.” Max shrugs - a gesture that is adorably reminiscent of his older brother. Even if Max is clearly using it to avoid answering Magnus’ question. Deciding not to push the issue, not yet, Magnus offers to get them both a drink, playing up his antics slightly more than usual to draw out a smile and even a giggle out of Max before he conjures them both a cup of hot chocolate - one with a small shot of rhum in it for him, and one with an extra swirl of whipped cream for Max.

They talk about general things for a couple of minutes, Max's lessons as well as some of Magnus' more outlandish clients, before Max falls silent with a troubled look on his face. He draws his knees up to his chin, the cup clutched tightly between his fingers, and carefully avoids looking at him when he says, "Mother and Father are at the institute." Magnus makes a humming sound, no longer blinking at the particular way of address that only Max seems to adopt, "And did something happen with your parents?" Max shrugs again, expression growing more somber, "To keep friendly relations, it is customary for younger children to study in a different institute than their parents," he says, reciting the words in the same manner Alexander does when he's repeating something his mother used to say.

Magnus takes a sip of his drink, "And do you want to do that?" He asks carefully, already knowing the answer. Max shakes his head, shoulders slumping as he tries to make himself even smaller. "Then you won't," Magnus says. He abandons his drink to sit down next to Max, bumping their shoulders together before he pulls the young child in for a side hug, "If you don't want to leave then I doubt your brother would let anyone take you away from him." Max mumbles something into the side of his arm. "I'm sorry darling, I didn't catch that." "I don't want to be a burden," Max mumbles slightly louder, his voice wobbling ever so softly, and, not for the first time, Magnus is cursing Maryse and Robert Lightwood in a completely different manner than he's used to.

"Do you really think your brother could ever consider you a burden?" Magnus asks, carding his hands through messy black hair. "Your big brother? Your Alec that wrote you bedtime stories and goes trick-or-treating with you?" A wet giggle. "Now that's more like it," Magnus smiles. Max sniffles, wiping his tears on his sleeve before settling himself more comfortably against Magnus' side. "You really don't think I'll have to leave?" He asks carefully. "Not even if me being here makes Alec fight with mother and father?" "If there's one thing I can promise you then it's that your brother would burn the world down before he let anyone take you away." Max lets out a deep relieved sigh, reaching for his hot chocolate again and Magnus gives him another squeeze. "I don't like it when they're at the institute," he says after a long pause, "They always make Alec sad."

"Then we'll just have to make sure we cheer him up once they're gone," Magnus reassures. "Speaking off, I was planning on eating out with your brother today, but perhaps we could make him something instead?" The suggestion works exactly the way he expected it to. "Can we? Can we?" Max asks, springing up from the couch, eyes shining the way they should as he already starts shooting off the names of the different dishes he wants to make. Magnus expects that to be the last of it. Max and he end up making burgers, a homemade salad, and some potato wedges. Nothing too complicated for Max to make, and yet something all three of them like to eat. They're close to finishing up so Magnus calls Alexander, expecting to surprise his boyfriend with a (hopefully) welcome change in plans, only for things to go slightly different.

Alexander picks up on the first ring, his voice strangled like he's on the verge of a panic attack. "Magnus -I...fuck, I'm sorry I can't make it. Max is missing - I...," his voice grows more distant, likely speaking to someone else before he comes back on the phone, "I have to leave, I'm sorry. I'll let you-" "Max is here," Magnus cuts in before he looks over at Max, who is staring curiously at him. "Which he told me you knew?" "He...what?" "Max is here, he's been in my loft for most of the afternoon," he says, not missing the way Alexander's voice has grown very still. "He told me he told you." "I did," Max says, sounding as confused as Magnus does. "I asked if I could see you." Alexander curses over the other end of the line. "I- I'm going to have to call everyone back," Alec apologizes. "I- Max did ask... I was just, with mom and dad being here, I just. Sorry about this." Magnus can just imagine the expression on his face, a mixture of relief, annoyance, and the leftover stress from having had to endure another meeting with his parents. "There's no need to apologize, darling. That said, is your sister somewhere close?"

"Izzy?" Alexander asks, sounding calmer already, "Yeah she just came back from shopping with Madzie, Clara, and Steph, why?" "Could you put me on the phone with her?" Alexander still sounds confused, but he does as Magnus asks him to and, just a few seconds later, Izzy's voice floats over the phone. Magnus is quick to tell her to take over for Alexander for the night, something she's more than happy to do, before he asks her to give the phone back to Alexander so he can convince his boyfriend to come over. Something that isn't too difficult considering Max is still standing in his loft. After he's hung up, Alexander promising he's on his way, a pair of small arms wrap themselves around Magnus' waist again, a thin voice speaking up again. "Magnus?" "Yes, my little magpie?" "Thank you." Magnus smiles, returning the hug with a soft squeeze to Max's shoulders. "Anytime, little one."

#foodsies writes #this ended up having more feels than expected #I don't even know where Maryse and Robert came from #but clearly they needed to annoy Alec with one thing or the other #thank you for the prompt!#these have been all so fun to do #though I still have a number to go through

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cashew-cow · 9 months

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@tmaappreciationweek day one (which i, very cleverly, missed by not reading the dates closely enough) i chose pre-canon as an excuse to draw jon(ny) d’ville, because in gay like that

[Image ID: several images of jonny d’ville recreated with jon sims from the magnus archives. jon has medium length black hair with a few streaks of gray in it, and brown skin, but is otherwise dressed and made up the same as jonny d’ville (brown vest, white button-up, black lightning marks around the eyes). on the top left is a picture of jonny smoking a cigarette and smiling, one arm propped on his knee and clutching his gun, the redraw right next to it (as it is for all of these) on the top right is a black and white picture of jonny, one arm swung behind his head and a grimace on his face. he has a holster on his hip and is wearing a short-sleeved button up. on the bottom left is a picture of jonny performing, practically shouting into a microphone. in the lower center is another picture of a performance; in this one jonny has one arm outstretched, gesturing at someone to his side, with his microphone to his mouth. the lights color him in purple and red. he is wearing a black button-up, instead of the usual white. End ID]

#tma appreciation week #my art #the mechanisms #the magnus archives

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brunchable · 2 years

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A Soulmate Who wasn’t Meant to be — Part 3 || Doctor Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.9K Themes: Jealousy, Sabotage, Push n Pull. A/N: Apologies for taking so VERY long with this one. It was a bad writer's block. I am also sorry if you wanted to get tagged for this part, ?Tumblr keeps malfunctioning everytime I tag more people? I'll just keep reblogging. Thank you for your patience, I appreciate it.

Stephen might be convincing himself that he wasn't affected by you but his body language and eyes are giving him away. He's probably lost count about how many people offered to get you a drink tonight—but he wasn't bothered by that, it was Stark that bothered him the most. Especially when he stands next to you, hands firmly around your waist—a spot where his hands used to be. With a clenched jaw, Stephen magically flicked Tony's hand when he lowered it towards your hips.

"Ow?" Tony removes his hands from you and examines his hands, "Did you just pinch me?"

You looked at him puzzled, "My hands are full Tony," You chuckled, "How can I possibly pinch you?"

Stephen smirks in victory and drinks his martini, trying to be casual about his mischievous tactic.

Tony shrugs it off and places his hands on the small of your back this time. Stephen then made a gesture with his hand as if pulling something and Tony's head got yanked back. Stephen snickered at Tony's reaction as the other man turns around to look for the person who might be messing with him.

Tony's vision zeroed in on Stephen who—though very subtle—had a smile on his face. Tony squinted his eyes and excused himself to you and the group of people you were talking to. He approached Stephen and stood beside him.

"Wizard."

"Tin Man."

"I see you’ve learnt another party trick?” Tony whirled his hands around, “Let me guess, the name of the trick is 'childish'?" Tony made conversation with Stephen without looking at him.

Stephen chuckled, "I see you've found a new woman to play with."

"Better than wasting her time as a rebound. Am I right?" Tony chuckles back, this time glancing at Stephen who now was giving him quite a dirty look, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Tony asked as if he just didn't strike a nerve.

"You tell me—you’re not even together. . ."

"Oh is that what she told you?" Tony says to get under Stephen's skin, which he was doing perfectly.

Stephen's face darkens, his body turning towards Tony this time around, "What are you playing at Stark?"

Tony imitates Stephen with a shrug, "Oh nothing really—" Tony smiles at Stephen who looked like he needed one more push and he would punch Tony, "You just seem upset that you’re not getting her attention.”

“And why would I be upset? I was the one who called it quits.” Stephen pointed at himself.

“I know that, however, you are a bad liar, my friend.” Tony lightly poked Stephen’s shoulder in which Stephen dusted the area off straight after.

“We’re not friends.”

“Oof—ouch. After we fought Thanos together?” Tony clutches his heart.

“That doesn’t make us friends.”

“Okay—I guess I better throw away the friendship bracelet I made.” Tony replied sarcastically, “So our little Wizard of NY is upset?”

“I’m not—” Stephen refrains himself from snapping and exhales slowly to calm himself, “What do you want Stark?”

“I want to give you some friendly advice because you seem to be enjoying tormenting me everytime I touch (Y/N). If you are so upset about her moving on, then I'll give you a chance tonight to realise that one day you will see her holding hands with someone who seized your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will break and burn your soul to see that gorgeous smile on her face when you realise that you are no longer the cause for it. And suddenly it will dawn on you that it was her all along; it was always her."

"And what? You're referring to yourself to be that person?" Stephen scoffs at Tony's advice.

"Well, it could be anyone—could be that guy there,” He points at one handsome jet pilot, “or him—now he will not waste time,” Tony points at Steve Rogers, “Or maybe Pietro? He’s been eyeing her the whole night, he’s very charismatic, I bet he'll sweep her off her feet in no time, he isn’t called quicksilver for nothing.”

Stephen laughs and shakes his head—there was no way his ego was going to let Stark think he’s influencing him in any way, “Good for him then.”

“I’m going to head back to (Y/N) and enjoy her company, if she stays with me tonight long after the party is over, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind right?” Tony tilts his head, another annoying smile curling at the corner of his lips, “I’ll take your silence as a yes and if you do change your mind, just do as she asks and get in line, yeah?” Tony mockingly pats Stephen’s shoulders before walking away.

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You did end up staying behind long after everyone had gone home, you sat with Tony in his living room just talking for hours on end, laughing at his stories, drinking wine—talking about how Stephen looked like he was strangling Tony in his mind.

“So how many dinner dates do you have in the coming weeks?” Tony leans back on the couch beside you while you swirl your glass of wine.

“Not much. . . like six? Give or take.”

Tony claps his hands, “You call a six, not much? WOW! Are you sure you’re still here to get Stephen back?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, after tonight, I felt great and for the first time in my life, I was confident in my skin—I didn’t feel insecure, I felt like myself again.”

“That’s good. Glad you’ve found your worth. I’m happy for you. Cheers to that.” Tony raised his glass and you lifted yours as well, clinking your glass to him, “Since we’re getting a bit personal, why don’t you ask me something personal about me?”

“Are you sure?” You looked at Tony’s direction and he nodded, “Hmm do you think your father would be proud of what you’ve accomplished?”

“Damn, you don’t play around,” Tony swallows hard, thinking deeply to give you a genuine answer, “I’d like to think he would be—I mean he did things for the greater good, his inventions created Captain America and he's always been proud of that. . . I can’t say I didn’t feel bitter at times since it felt like he valued his creations more but as I got older I realised that he was probably just trying to inspire me, in his own weird way.”

A small smile twitched on his lips after feeling reminiscent of his father, “He probably won’t be proud of my lifestyle, that’s for sure.” Tony adds and laughs, “You better keep this between us, I don’t often talk about these things.”

You softly laugh along with him, “Your secret's safe with me and by the way, that was a great answer.”

“Why, thank you—Do I qualify for the next round of Miss Universe?”

You laughed softly and shook your head, lightly slapped him on the shoulder, “Thank you, Tony.”

Tony smiles knowingly and nods, “You’re welcome. Call me anytime you need help.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Anytime?”

“Yes, anytime but depending on how busy I get, I might respond in three to four business days.”

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Stephen jogged down towards the landing of the Sanctum where Wong noticed him wearing a pair of sunglasses, cloak as a scarf and a whole black attire. Wong's head followed Stephen, eyes narrowing in suspicion before asking, "Where are you going?"

Stephen halts and curses internally, "I'm going outside to do some errands." He says nonchalantly.

Wong knitted his eyebrows and glances at the window to see the dark sky, "While wearing sunglasses?"

"Ever heard of eye infection Wong?"

"Your eyes looked fine this morning."

"Well. . . Things can change in a blink of an eye," Stephen chuckles at his own pun while Wong remains a neutral face, "Oh c'mon, you haven't laughed since I made that warning joke."

Wong shook his head, "Cracking cornea puns isn't how eye roll."

Stephen suppresses an incoming chuckle at Wong's double pun and shakes his head, "Well, I'm gonna go."

"Have fun spying, Sir Vaillance!"

Stephen halts before the Sanctum's entrance and turns around one last time, "How did you know?"

"Maybe clean up at the undercroft after using the scrying gem for a scrying ritual?"

Stephen opens the door, "I'm still using it! Don't clean it up!" He pointed warningly at Wong before twirling out of the door. Wong shook his head and proceeded to mind his own business.

“‘Couldn’t care less about what she does’ my ass.” Wong mumbled to himself.

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Date Night One

You entered a luxurious Italian restaurant where your date was already waiting for you at the table he reserved. The waiter guided you towards Alex, a member of S.W.O.R.D. who you met at Tony’s party.

“Alex?” You tilted your neck to confirm it was him, and when the man lifted his head, he jumped up the chair at your arrival. You discreetly took a step back, he seemed a bit skittish.

“Very good of you to join me, please, have a seat.” He pointed at the chair that the waiter had pulled out for you.

“How are you doing?” You asked as you set your purse over your lap and got comfortable on your chair.

Alex chuckled, “How are you doing?”

You chuckled back, brows knitted, “I’m great.”

“Yeah?” Alex smiled and clasped his hands together and said in a bitter tone, “Well, treasure it!”

Meanwhile, three tables away was Stephen who had a perfect view of you and your date, he held the large menu over him just enough to cover his face but not his eyes. He pushed his sunglasses down slightly so he could take a good look at how you smiled. That was fake, Stephen could tell that your date had already lost you.

Now how can I make this more interesting? Stephen thought and smirked.

“Are you ready to order sir?” A waiter came up to Stephen after noticing that he’d been staring at his menu ever since he arrived.

“Er— I’ll have the focaccia burrata with walnuts and warm honey truffles.” Stephen reads out and the waiter jots it down on his notepad.

“Is that all, Sir? Any drinks?” The waiter continues.

“Your finest wine would be fine.” Stephen answered quickly, just wanting for the waiter to leave him alone.

“Are you okay?” You scooted in your chair, trying your best not to look uncomfortable in front of him.

Stephen squinted his eyes and discreetly waved his finger to put a truth enchantment on your date, “Let’s see what your intentions are, Alex.”

A middle-aged man next to Stephen with a receding hairline close to a friar tuck, curiously watches Stephen talk to himself before looking towards the direction Stephen was looking at.

“I—uh, apologise, this is probably not a good first impression but uh—I had an unusually bad day. I actually prefer to be home right now but my mother will scold me if I pass up on another date. . .” Alex covered his mouth when his words slipped out so easily, “Oh. . . did I just say that?”

You laugh nervously when Alex does, “Uh. . .okay. Well, bad days make the good ones better.” in an attempt to drown out the awkwardness, you took the menu and pretended to read it.

Alex nods in agreement, legs shaking under the table, “Mind if I sit over there?” Alex stands up and takes the spot next to you, putting his arms around you.

You lean away from him with a quick answer, “Yes, I do mind. Why don’t you go sit over there, I prefer that.”

“Oh, uh. . . okay.” Alex blinks and slowly makes his way back to his original place.

Stephen could see you batting your eyelashes and he laughed to himself while watching the other man embarrass himself in front of you. He noticed you tapping your finger on the table before scratching the back of your head, trying to cope with the awkward silence.

Stephen puts another enchantment on Alex, “I’m lonely. . .” Stephen spoke.

Alex finally opens his mouth after a while, “I’m lonely. . .”

“I haven’t had sex for almost one year. . .”

“I haven’t had sex for almost one year,” Alex admitted, you were about to open your mouth to say something but he cut you off, “Women always seems to get turned off and I don’t know why? Is it because I have four nipples? And they look like cow teats?”

Stephen discontinued the enchantment to give himself a chance to laugh at the inappropriate remarks he made Alex say and the horrified look on your face didn’t help the matter.

“Will you please excuse me? I’m just going to use the restroom.” You chuckled uncomfortably at the now sniffling Alex and ran for the female restroom.

The middle-aged man close to Stephen also gave him a horrified look, thinking that Stephen was a lunatic talking to himself and dropped his fork on the table after hearing what he had just said. Stephen discontinued his spell on Alex altogether, bringing the man back to normal, just in time you got back to the table.

“(Y/N), I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what has gotten into me. I don't have four normal looking nipples I swear! I can show you.” Alex attempts to explain himself but it was too late, you were already creeped out.

“I-It’s alright! No need to show me, I believe you! Um something just came up for work, why don’t we do a rain check?” You smiled and took your purse, “I have your number, I’ll text you.”

As you walked out of the restaurant, Stephen smiled in victory, eating his focaccia bread dipped in honey. He stayed for a while to celebrate his first success in sabotaging your dates, “Stephen 1 - (Y/N)’s dates 0.”

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Date Night Two

Your laugh echoes through the crowd in a fairly lively restaurant, you had a date with Bruce Banner’s intern, Amadeus Cho. Compared to your date a couple of nights ago, Amadeus was charming, funny, not to mention a smooth talker.

“So why Amadeus?” You asked, swirling your straw around your glass of cocktail, closely anticipating his answer.

“I thought you’d never ask! It’s because my parents think they’re being unique—I prefer to be called Seo-Joon, which is my Korean name.”

“Seo-Joon? Did I say that right?”

“Like a native speaker.” He smiles and tilts his head.

Once again at an area of the restaurant where you can’t see him, Stephen sat studying Amadeus carefully. He seems to be making you laugh, a whole lot which is good for Amadeus but not Stephen. He couldn’t possibly use the same spells he did the first time, that would make it too obvious.

Ah! An imaginary light bulb lit up above Stephen’s head. He focused carefully on Amadeus; while the man took a bite of his food, Stephen brought up his finger to scratch his front teeth.

“Mmh, this is really good.” Amadeus swallows and presents you a toothy smile. You notice a large bit of spinach stuck between his incisors and canine. You crack a soft chuckle before discreetly pointing on his teeth.

“Um, you got spinach on your teeth.” You whispered.

Immediately, the block took a napkin and turned away from you to remove it from his teeth. He laughed sheepishly, “Whoops.”

In an attempt to act cute, Amadeus props his elbow on the table but not without Stephen willing the bowl of soup to move right under his elbow.

“Ah shit.” Amadeus mutters a curse as his new suit gets soaked with tomato soup.

“Oh my goodness! Let me call the waiter for a napkin.” You raised your hand but Amadeus stopped you.

“No, no. It’s fine I got one here.” He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes off the excess liquid on his elbow before removing his jacket, “Thanks to you, I seem to be feeling clumsy.”

“Oh stop it.” You playfully roll your eyes.

‘Hm, you’re a tough one.’ Stephen thought, tapping his finger on the table, ‘Let’s test your patience.’ Stephen made the waitress carrying a tray of pumpkin soup trip over her feet with the intention to spill it on Amadeus.

You gasped as your date got covered with soup, “Oh my goodness are you okay?”

“I am so sorry, sir!” The waitress attempts to help clean him up and that’s when Stephen puts the man in a time loop, showering the man with pumpkin soup over and over and over again until he’s been covered by it entirely. The waitress spilled it over his head, over his face, over his suit and from different directions all at once.

"Oh my goodness are you okay?" You asked worried to see the pumpkin soup covered man in front of you.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M FINE?!" Amadeus stands up and shouts, causing the whole restaurant to go quiet and turn their attention to both of you. He storms off towards the bathroom to clean himself up without speaking another word.

You look around, feeling embarrassed for the attention you were gaining after he shouted at you.

When he came back, you were nowhere to be found however you left dinner paid after you felt bad.

Stephen laughed to himself and drank some wine, "Stephen 2 - (Y/N)'s dates 0."

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Date Three

Stephen watched over you at the upper loft of the luxurious club while you hangout on another friday night with yet another date.

Just like your last date, you got along pretty well with this man that you even tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Tucked. Worst of all, you flirtatiously bit your lip. . . Nah, she's just drunk.

"I'll let you enjoy her company for a while." Stephen muttered to himself, talking indirectly to the guy.

Stephen owled himself around, following the man's everymove as he took you to the dancefloor. Fixated on you, he suddenly begins to have flashbacks of your time together.

“You’ve already watched it.”

“But have you?”

“I know what happens. People wouldn’t shut up about it when it first came out.”

“Shh.” you nudged his leg with your foot. “Movie’s starting.”

Stephen sighed.

You loved The Fault in Our Stars, but you snuck peeks at Stephen throughout the film, hoping to catch some sort of reaction. None. Nada. Zilch, even during Hazel Grace's eulogy scene to Gus.

“How are you not crying?” you demanded, brushing away your tears with the back of your hand after the end credits rolled. “This movie is so sad.”

“It’s fiction.” Stephen grimaced. “Stop crying.”

“Not to some people—I can’t stop even when I feel like it. It’s a biological reaction.”

“Biological reactions can be mastered.”

You couldn’t resist—you scooted closer to him on the couch and pushed his shoulders forward so you could run your palm down his back.

His muscles bunched beneath your touch.

“What,” he said in a tight, controlled voice. “Are you doing?”

“I’m searching for your control panel.” you patted his back, trying—and failing—not to notice the sculpted contours of his muscles. You'd never seen Stephen shirtless, but you imagined it was glorious. “You must be a robot.”

You received a stony glare in response, “See? Robot. Do you have to swap out your batteries, or are you rechargeable?” you teased.

“Should I call you R2-D—” You yelped when he grabbed your arm and spun you around until you straddled one of his legs. Your blood roared in your ears as he tightened his grip on your wrist—not enough to hurt, but enough to warn you he could easily break you if he wanted. Your eyes locked, and the roaring intensified. Beneath those jade pools of ice, you glimpsed a spark of something that sent heat curling through your stomach.

“I’m not a toy, (Y/N),” Stephen said, his voice lethally soft. “Don’t play with me unless you want to get hurt.”

You swallowed your fear. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”

The booming music of the club dragged Stephen back to reality. His eyes searched you in the crowd as he briefly lost you, he breathed a sigh of relief to see you back at the bar but where's the man you're with?

Stephen searched for the man, until he saw the male’s figure entering the men’s bathroom. He finished his drink before he teleported inside one of the stalls. Stephen forced his astral form out of his body and flew towards the man who was in slow motion checking himself out on the mirror like some vain prick.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Stephen asked the man through the mirror.

The man jumped when Stephen seemingly appeared out of nowhere, “Who are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your date.”

“Oh yes, she is.” The man smiled, “You’re going to have to wait your turn buddy.”

“Oh I’ve had my turn and it did not end well.” Stephen shrugged and sighed, as if he was sad, “Did she tell you that she belongs to a family of gangsters?”

The man chuckled and turned to face Stephen but found nobody there. He turned to look at the mirror again and Stephen popped out of the mirror, “BOO!”

“ARGH! What the fuck?!” The man stumbled back onto the tiled flooring, piss leaking through his pants as Stephen’s transparent body floated above him.

“You better run man, you don’t want to end up like me.”

The man scrambled on the floor and ran out of the bathroom screaming like a maniac, labelling the men’s bathroom as haunted.

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You glanced at your watch as you sat along at the bar, patiently waiting for your date—who you didn't know had left—to come back.

Stephen sat quietly beside you. Austere in his black suit, crisp white shirt, and black tie. You turned your head to the right, thinking it was your date and silently studied his profile for a moment, realising it was Stephen. Stephen then turned and gave you a tight smile. You could see the emotion filling his soft eyes.

"Oh my god! It's that asshole Stephen! I better run! Wouldn’t want him stepping on my pride and dignity again!" You laughed out loud, the alcohol on your system causing you to remove your filter. You shook your head before sliding off your seat and turning to leave without saying a word to him—but he was quick to clasp his scarred fingers around your wrist.

"Can we talk?" Stephen asked.

You turned around, head tilted, "Talk about what?"

"Us."

You threw your head back as you laughed at his audacity to even mention that word, "There is no 'us' Stephen, not since you left me begging." You said slurring your words. You made an attempt to yank your wrist out of his grasp by twisting it but Stephen, being stubborn himself, only tightened his grip.

"I'm not letting you go until you talk to me—and you know me well enough that you can't out-run me even if you try."

“Okay fine! Now let me go.” you snapped and yanked again this time, Stephen lets go. You almost stumble back but he catches you before you could even lose your balance. The motion causes you to feel nauseous and you feel the contents of your stomach making its way back up.

Before you could even think about forcing it back down, you already hurled and soiled Stephen’s shoes. The people surrounding both of you jumped away, meanwhile Stephen closed his eyes, trying to be patient with you.

"Oops. . ." You blink innocently at Stephen who only returned a pained smile at you.

"I think it's time for you to go home." Stephen grabbed hold of your wrists again and slipped out of his soiled shoes with the intention to leave it behind. There was no way he was going to touch that.

Stephen drew a circle in the air and pulled you through the portal that opened in your apartment bedroom, "How much did you drink? Geeze."

You plopped onto your bed the moment you saw it and exhaustion instantly kicked in.

"Hey! Wake up, at least freshen up. Don't be disgusting." Stephen sat on the edge of your bed and shook you.

"Go away." You mumbled.

"You can't sleep like that! (Y/N)!"

"Ugh. Shut up, your voice is irritating."

"Alright, fine. You leave me no choice."

You begin slapping away the hand that’s pulling your dress past your shoulders. You try to remember where you are, why you're there, and how you got there.

You try to open your eyes, but you can’t tell if it’s working. They feel open, but it’s still dark inside your head. You start slapping and kicking even more.

"(Y/N)!" Stephen yells, "Stop!"

"I'll stop when pigs fly."

He comes closer, and a soft hand brushes back your hair as the bed dips down next to you. You squeeze your eyes shut, then force them wide open several times, until you finally begin to adjust to the light. Stephen puts his hands around your waist in an attempt to get you up.

You slap his hands and he grabs your wrist, "(Y/N)! You're covered in puke I'm trying to help you!"

"No, you're trying to take advantage of me! Help! Help!" You half-assed screamed and laughed as Stephen tried to get you up again.

"Stand up."

"No, my legs aren't working. When your legs don't work like they used to before~" you giggled and sang, "You know that song?"

Stephen sighed, his fingers digging into your skin as you made it difficult for him to care for you. He tries to adjust his hold but you end up sliding down the side of the bed.

"Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" You chortled like a lunatic.

Stephen tugged your arm, "Get up, you're dirty."

"Oh I'm dirty? Is that why you left me? Because I'm dirty?! But that's because you did me dirty! I wouldn't be so dirty if you weren't such an asshole!" You burst out into tears, Stephen tried to tug you again but you slapped his hands away, "Don't touch me with your sterile doctor hands! I'm dirty right?!"

Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose and did a few breathing exercises in order to remain patient, "Come on. Get up, I'll help you brush your teeth."

Stephen swung your arm around his shoulder and led you to your bathroom. He carried you up to sit on the sink while he prepared your toothbrush. You were nodding off when Stephen patted your cheek to wake you up.

"Open your mouth. Ah!"

You obediently opened your mouth with your eyes remaining closed while Stephen brushed your teeth, "Christ. I came to see you to talk, not become your caretaker."

Stephen looks at you and shakes his head, smiling to himself at the situation he's in, "Alright spit."

You turned to the sink and spat out the toothpaste. Stephen grabbed a small towel and wiped the corner of your lips. He then washed the towel with soap and water so he could provide you a wipe down before carrying you back to bed.

"How do you feel?" Stephen asked as he wiped your face.

"Tired." You mumbled. You felt yourself being lifted once more until you felt the soft fabric of your mattress. A few minutes later, Stephen got you up once more to assist you in wearing your pyjamas.

"I hate you." You whimpered as Stephen tucked you in under your blanket, "I missed you immensely but why do you come back when I'm still learning to live without you?"

"I—"

"Shut up! I wish for one fraction of a second, you could feel how I feel. You pushed me away when all I wanted to do was keep you close. Do you know how hard it is? Especially when everything I did always traces back to you?"

Stephen pulled a chair and sat by your bedside, listening to you vent your pent up feelings or your drunk ramblings towards him while you cried with your eyes closed.

"When I saw you at Tony's party, I wanted to slap your face so bad. You have a very slappable face even now. Who the hell do you think you are? Taking care of me like this, like you got feelings for me."

"Slap me then, what's stopping you?" Stephen asked.

"The room is spinning. I might miss." You peaked with one eye and saw three of him, so you closed your eyes again.

He could only respond with a curt grunt of agreement.

"I don't know why you want to talk but don't get the idea that I want to get back together with you."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I understand why you feel that way and I must admit that I'm stupid for not seeing what was in front of me, only after she was gone. . . but I do want you back."

You laugh to the point you snort, "Nah, I'm good, you can leave now."

"I'll see you tomorrow, when your head is clear from booze, so we can talk properly."

"You wish." You chuckle while rolling to your side and turn your back on him.

"Good night, (Y/N)."

You pulled your arm out from under the blanket and gave him the middle finger.

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 2 months

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Past!Mass/York (PLATONIC!!) hurt/comfort fic that i wrote on wattpad and can’t remember whether I posted it here or not lmao. TW: child 4bus3, and one use of the r-slur (thanks England.)

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Young New York clutched the side of his face as tears welled up in his eyes. He stared up at the man that he now called Father. He had been sitting here with England for the past two hours trying to learn how to speak English, as that wasn't a language he knew. He had been recently been handed over to the powerful country by his father, The Netherlands. Why his father gave him up so easily he didn't know. He wished he did though. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a rough hand grab his face. NY looked up at his father with a scared look in his eyes.

"How the hell do you expect to amount to anything if you can't even speak basic English????" England roared. He became even more furious when he saw tears rolling down the young child's face. "QUIT CRYING YOU USELESS PIECE OF SH*T!!" He shouted before throwing the small colony on the floor.

New York landed with a small thud and cry, and yet another cry when England kicked him in the side. He covered his face as England raised his hand again, but he turned around and peeked through his fingers when he heard the door open and footsteps enter. He could've cried with relief when he saw Massachusetts enter the room.

Massachusetts looked pissed. "What the hell happened here??? Do ya find some sick pleasure in hurtin' this damn kid or somethin'???" he shouted at England as he bent down and picked up a crying New York.

"Not my fault that he's so useless. He can't even speak basic English!!" shouted their father.

"He ain't English! We literally JUST got im' from the Dutch two months ago!! How the hell do ya expect im' to learn the entire English language within two months?!" Mass shouted, glaring at the taller man. He looked down a little bit when he felt a small tug on his shirt from the young colony in his arms.

"I...I try..." said New York in a small shaky voice.

"I know yer tryin' buddy. And I'm proud of ya for it." Mass said, placing a gentle kiss on NY's forehead.

England scoffs. "Whatever. I'm sick of this (r-slur). You teach him English." he said before walking away and out the house.

Mass sighed when New York visibly flinched at the door slamming. He walked upstairs to his room, holding New York close as he opened the door. The older colony set NY on the edge up the bed and kneeled down to look for any injuries. "Are ya hurt bud?"

NY shook his head and fished his brain for any English he might know. "N-no..... I-I n-no think so...?"

Mass smiled."Hey you almost said a full sentence in English! Good job buddy." He ruffled NY's hair.

NY's eyes lit up a bit and he smiled a sharp-toothed smile as his hands flapped a little. When Mass ruffled his hair again, he tried to reach up and pat his big brother's reddish brown hair. Mass leaned down a tiny bit so that NY could do it, and he sneakily poked NY in his exposed side, making him squeak and giggle.

"Yer adorable ya know that?"

New York smiled and wrapped his arms around his big brother.

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@misery-has-no-company-now and @manchineel-bean cuz y’all love NY torture <3

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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The one for me

James Potter and fem! Slytherin! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n’s had a crush on James for a long time but she has trouble approching him being his polar opposite…not to mention a Slytherin

Warnings: swearing, lightest of angst, injury, mentions of blood, a gash on the readers arm and sex, kissing, honestly really fluffy

A/n: 3.9k words, first time writing James properly in a romantic sense (yes james is getting a pretty purple theme x), slight sirius and reader but not really, I hope I did him justice x thank you for the request I actually adore this piece so much xx

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You clutched your books to your chest heading in the direction of the library, aiming to try and finish your essay this afternoon since tomorrow you wouldn’t have time with the match. Your mind was currently planning what you needed to do, what books you needed to grab and which case studies to pair with each point, you were so caught up you walked right into someone as they came around the corner.

Your barley registered what happened, all you knew is your books were no longer in your hands and you felt like you broke your arse “Merlin are you alright?” your heart stopped at the voice, head tilting up to see none other than James Potter, your long-time crush, looking down at you worried

All you could do was nod, eyes drifting down to see your books scattered across the floor, as well as your skirt had rose quite a bit. It seemed like he followed your eyes, his gaze now on your upper thighs instead of your face before snapping out of it as you pull the fabric down, moving onto your knees to begin picking up your books

He kneels down picking up one of the books “I’m sorry” he apologises but you just continued to pick up the others too nervous to speak to him

You’d gathered all of your books but one and that one happened to be in his hand “Thank you” you say quietly accepting the book from him, breath hitching as your fingers brush together

“Your-” James starts but is cut off by a call from down the hall

“Prongs! Hurry up he’s not going to prank himself!” Sirius’ voice bellows down the corridor

James looks over his shoulder then back to you meeting your eyes “You alright?” he checks one more time and when you give him a little nod he stands up, running down the hall

You just stared at his retreating figure, why did you say anything that was literally the perfect meet cute and what did you do? say nothing as per usual. You were a quiet person but that shy nature was made ten times worse when James was in front of you, yet at the same time there was this little sense of peace he gave you when you almost lost yourself in his eyes just now. Sighing you stood up, holding your books in one hand while you dusted yourself with the other before walking once again towards the library.

You had given up on the essay about half an hour ago, opting to just doddle instead, as you did you didn’t notice the marauders taking a seat at another table nearby “Moony why do you have to drag us here?” Sirius whines as he slouches into his seat “It’s so dull”

Remus rolls his eyes “You realise you can’t be an auror without good grades, right?” he earns a groan as a response “You’ll thank me one day” he says patting his back

James wasn’t paying much attention as Remus attempted to convince Sirius. His eyes had drifted over to you right away, watching as your tugged on your lip, the little nose scrunch you did as you concentrated, his gaze was only pulled from you as Sirius spoke “I’m just not in the mood to study Moo…ny” James notices as he stops talking eyes drifting to where he was just staring “I’m in the mood for something else…or someone else, she’s cute” he smirks while James starts to panic

“She’s really sweet, I’ve seen her hang around Lily and Dorca a few times” Peter notes “Really shy” he adds

Remus looks at Sirius then to you, expression mirroring James’ “I like shy, I don’t usually go for Slytherin but if they like her then she must be sweet, Dorcas’s like a bullshit detector” he jokes standing up “If you’ll excuse me gentlemen” he walks over to you, all three boys watching, Peters eyes flicking between you while James’ fixate on you and Remus’ on Sirius

You jump a little as you feel someone sit next to you, nerves swarming your stomach as you see a smiley Sirius Black next to you “Hi” he greets hand out “Sirius” he winks

Your eyes widen, mouth ajar “H-hi” you choke out in a way Sirius can’t help but find cute, you look down at his hand accepting the hand shake “Y/n” you answer quietly

After awkwardly holding on to his hand for a little long you pull back, face heating up, you hated attention and it was made worse as it was coming from the wrong marauder “What you up to cutie?” he flirts loving the way you seem to get more flustered, while two of the marauders watch with pits in their stomachs

You avoid his eyes looking at your half complete essay and “Umm I was doing my essay but I well…” you gesture to the doodles before tugging to hair behind your ear “…got a little bored”

Sirius’ eyes gloss over the doddles, some just stars and flowers but it was the little paw prints, moon, a stag and what looks like the star of a rat or mouse that caught his eye “Seems like you already know me and my friends darling” he points to the doodles “Would it be to forward to ask you on a date?” he muses, there was a 50/50 chance it was him, the stag was done with a lot of care and were the little paw prints that scattered most of the page, must be either him or James

You don’t look at him at first, you were terrified he caught your secret but then he ended up going to the wrong conclusion “Umm” you look at him “I’m really sorry…I…I like someone else. You’re really sweet though and I was just doodling these because I…” you think of an excuse “…saw your prank earlier and you guys were on my mind” your voice is nervous and timid, scared of his reaction

“Fair enough” he notices your surprise “No hard feelings darling, that was the sweetest and most adorable rejection I’ve ever had” he smiles at you “I’m supposing you aren’t going to tell he who the lucky person is huh?” you shake your head little out a giggle feeling better “You going to the game tomorrow?” he asks

You make a face “I’m on the team so yeah I should probably go” you jest feeling more comfortable than before

His eyes widen “Sorry… I’ve never really paid attention to the opposing teams let alone Slytherins” he chuckles scratching his neck

“Bart and Evan are nice, and your brothers really kind to me too” that makes Sirius smile “The rest though well they’re…arseholes” you bite your lip as he barks a laugh

“You know my brother well?” he inquires his tone more sinerce than before

As you begin to explain how you know him and Sirius asking some questions clearly checking in on him the boys watch, Remus’ grip on his book tightens “He’s been over there a…a while” he notes trying to return to study

James nods “Yeah” he says a little sadly, wondering why you could speak so easily to Sirius, his heart sinking that you were going to end up with someone that wasn’t him

“Prongs?” Peter asks looking up to see James was in his own world “Prongs?” he says a little louder hand reaching to nudge him gently

“Mhm?” he looks over at Peter “Sorry Wormy what’s up?” he asks trying to act like everything was fine

“So you and Lily together yet?” he inquires

Remus looks up from his book “You two have been getting along well recently” he gives him a smile

James felt his stomach twinge, yes, he pursed Lily and yes, they were close now but no, they weren’t together “We’re friends” he shrugs

“Friends” Remus mocks his movement “Mate you’ve only been whining about this for over 6 years…” Remus tilts his head “Something you not telling us?”

James swallows hard, he hadn’t told his friends about his change of heart yet, luckily, he didn’t have to come up with an answer as Sirius returned, plopping himself back down at the table “Hey” he greets with a huge smile

Remus’ interested expression drops “So? How’d it go?” he asks, no one noting the slight waver in his voice

Sirius shrugs “I asked her out and she turned me down, in the cutest way possible by the way. Although I think I’ve made a friend” he says genuinely, both James and Remus’ shoulders relax something they both take note of

“She really turned you down?” Peter asks surprised “What was her reason?”

“She likes someone else” he says plainly

James’s heart was conflicted, happy you weren’t going to date his best mate but sad at the thought you liked someone that wasn’t him. At the same time James had always been a hopeful guy, there was a chance that your someone was him

“Moony you seen my gloves?” James asks looking around, moving the covers and random clutter around his desk to in attempt to find them

Remus laughs at him “Prongs mate their hanging out your back pocket” he shakes his head pointing

James looks at his friend then pats his arse, laughing as he pulls the gloves out “What would I do without you Moony” he smiles at the boy

“Lose your head most likely” he jokes making James chuckle before his expression turns to thoughtful “Prongs?”

“Yeah?” James answers as he sits on his bed, slipping on his shoes

“Why were you relieved yesterday when Pads came back?” he inquires, the event had been bothering him, not because he thought they shared the same reason but he felt like James was hiding something

James stops tying his shoes “Could ask you the same” he turns the question around “I’ll tell you if you tell me” he proposes

“Agreed” Remus nods moving to sit on the opposite bed

James sighs “I like y/n, like really fancy her and have for a while now” he confesses “Do…do you like her too?” he asks a little pained but it turns confused as Remus shakes his head “Then why….” He stops himself as he realises “Oh” a small smile graces his face “If it helps I think you both would make a great couple”

Remus smiles at that “Thanks, I just don’t know how or if I should even tell him…” he hesitates, James says quiet he wasn’t exactly one to give relationship advice considering his own track record “So y/n huh?” he changes the subject back to James

He lets out a little laugh “Yeah, she’s just so cute and there’s something about it her it’s different than Lily. I loved the idea of Lily she’s a pretty girl but with y/n all I can think about is laying my head on her lap while she reads or holding her hand you know? The simple stuff” he looks up at his friend

Remus nods eyes a little glassy “Yeah I know that feeling well”

The match was now in full swing and it was tight, coming down to who could catch the snitch first. You spotted Marlene with the quaffle to you flew towards her, flipping upside down as you snatched it from her grasp, baffling the girl and earning screams from the Slytherin stands

“And Y/l/n snatches the quaffle from McKinnon, sorry darling but that was quite the steal!” Dorca announces over the stands, James looks over as you expertly dodge the other chaser on his team, throwing the quaffle “She scores! Ten points to Slytherin, she may be quiet but boy oh boy can the girl play” Dorca compliments

If you weren’t running on the adrenaline from the game you would have collapsed into yourself, although you weren’t far off as Barty swung by to give his compliments “Nice one doll” he winks before flying off again

“Few more of them and we should be golden” Regulus says as he flies by giving you a gentle squeeze to the shoulder

You smiled to yourself, catching the eye of James across the pitch who gives you a smile before flying off, you were so busy thinking of how your crush just smiled at you to see the bludger until it was too late. You did try at the last second to move but it still hit you, well hit the front of your broom, splitting it apart and sending you crashing down, not fast enough that it would really hurt but enough you landed with a thump, being thrown to the ground as you landed

James turned back seeing you on the ground “Y/n” he says freaking out that you were hurt, “What the fuck man!” he screams towards his beater who shrugs yelling back something like ‘she’s just a Slytherin’ as he races down to the ground landing just after Regulus and Barty who have already abandoned the game get to your side

“Y/n you alright doll?” Barty asks as you groan

You nod weakly “My arm” you let out a sob at the pain coursing through it, holding it tightly

You didn’t really register that James had barged between Regulus and Barty shocking the two of them “You alright?” he asks breathless in his panic

You don’t speak just remove your hand from your arm realising the shattering of your broom lead to some of the splinters cutting it, blood all over your hand. James’ hands move quickly over the wound to stop it bleeding out, not caring about the look Regulus and Barty share

“James there’s still a game” Regulus reminds him “One of us can take her-” he starts but James shakes his head

“No, you two go I’ll take her” he dismisses them

Barty and Regulus look at you then James, nodding slowly as they turn to get their brooms just as Marlene lands “What’s going on?” she looks confused before seeing your arm “Is she okay?” her face morphs to worry

“Is everyone just stopping-Y/n!” Evan says angry flying down before he sees you and lands

It seems most of the stands had noticed the crowd on the base of the pitch now, most not seeing you go down as their eyes were fixed on the chase for the snitch “What happened?” Remus asks looking down leaning on the edge of the stands squinting

Sirius leans on it as well “I don’t know…we should go down because Marls and James is there…and my brother” he says nervously but Remus wasn’t really paying attention his eyes fixed on the way Sirius hand moves over his as he realised his brother was down there

You passed out from the pain or stress shortly after and James didn’t leave your side, insisting on carrying you to the hospital wing. Evan had asked James what he wanted to do about the game before he left to which he told him that Gryffindor should have been fouled for that move and he’d concede as captain, Evan almost took him up on that but decided to call it a tie instead

Once Poppy had seen you, your friends came and gone asking James who didn’t seem like he was leaving to let them know when you woke up. Sirius, Remus, Dorcas and Marlene where all headed to the hospital wing, stopping as they saw the way James was looking down at you, how he brushed some hair from your face and never let go of your hand

“Did we miss a memo or something?” Marlene looks at the two boys for answers

“I knew it” Sirius smiles “Come on you can hear everything from that bed if you sit there” he motions for them to follow to the small row of seats

The others join but still question it “How exactly do you know you can hear everything?” Dorca asks

“Well, when Moons unwell…” Remus tenses but relaxes as Sirius’ squeezes his leg “…me, Wormtail and James discovered that the way the sound bounces in the room you can hear the conversation”

“Cool” Marlene nods settling into the chair and wrapping her arm around her girlfriend

Remus looks at him confused “What do you mean you knew? Did he tell you too?” he wonders

Sirius shakes his head “No y/n doodled a stag on her page when I talked to her” he explains earning nods “He told you?” he says a little sad James didn’t confided in him

“He only told me this morning because I asked about it” Remus clarifies “Oh” he hears something “I think she’s waking up” the four teens lean forward watching and listening to the scene unfold

James’ eyes light up as you stir “Y/n?” he tilts his head

You scrunch up your face as you come too “James?” your voice barely a whisper as he was the last person you remembered being with you

“I’m here” his grip on your hand tightens his other hand coming to clasp it

Your eyes shoot open, it wasn’t a dream he’s really here and oh merlin he’s holding your hand, you look down at them before up to his face “oww” you wince trying to sit up

“Hey” he lets go of your hands helping you, not noticing you were just watching him as he lifted you carefully “There you go love” he props up your pillow, hand unconsciously moving to brush some hair out of your face

“What happened?” you ask looking at your bandaged arm

“You fell off your broom got a nasty gash” he winces himself “Oh and your broom is…in half but I’ll buy you a new one they never should have thrown a bludger at you directly like that” he reassures you meeting your eyes

Your heart flutters at the attention “You don’t have to…” you gently shake your head a smile on your face

“I want to” he takes your hand again, noticing the way you look down at it “Y/n?” as you back up he gets lost in your eyes “I…” this was harder than he thought

You tilt your head before bringing your hand over to cover his deciding this could be your chance “You…” you prompt unknowing running your thumb over his knuckles

The contact relaxes him, the situation less scary when you did that “I like you” he confesses with a smile “Like really like you…I know it’s weird to confess that when we barely know each other but…”

“I like you too” you cut him off gently, his smile widening “I know what you mean, I wanted to talk to you so many times but I was nervous. I was scared we were so different it wouldn’t work out or if you’d even like me, then sprinkle the green tie on top of that” you let out a little laugh as does he “You’re so popular and confident and really pretty” he licks his lips, no one every called him pretty, handsome sure, but he liked pretty better “While I’m shy and a bookworm and…actually I am quite pretty too” you smile to yourself

“You know opposites do attract” his free hand comes up to caress your cheek, loving the way you lean into it “Would it be too soon to ask for a kiss?” he looks at you for permission

You nod “I think your right on time” he smiles fingers gently guiding your face to meet his, lips softly meeting

As you kiss the four eavesdroppers quietly celebrate “Go Prongs and lil Y/n” Sirius smirks

Dorcas hands cover mouth unable to handle the adorable confession “Aww” she pouts watching the sweetest kiss in the universe take place before her girlfriend tilts her head up for their own kiss

Sirius huffs light heartedly “Wish I had someone to kiss” he shakes his head

Remus looked over at you and James then to Sirius, he didn’t know if it was the similar situation or your confession but he felt a surge of confidence, grabbing Sirius face, turning it and pulling him in for a kiss. Sirius’ eyes widened no reacting even after Remus pulls away, just staring into space in front of him while Remus’ confidence left as soon as it came, stumbling up and walking out of the infirmary as fast as he could

Sirius’ fingers glazed over his lips a smile on his face that would not be leaving soon, turning to Marlene and Dorca that had huge grins “Did…he…um…did he…” he struggles to form a sentence, breathing heavy as his face fills with sheer joy

Marlene giggles “Is Sirius Black been rendered speechless” she lightly teases

“What’s going on over there?” James asks as you both have turned your attention to the group after hearing a squeal from either Marlene or Dorca

Sirius snaps out of his daze turning to look at Remus but doubling back as he realises he is gone “Where’d he go?” he looks at the two girls

“He ran away” Dorca informs him

He stands up “Oh hell no he doesn’t get to kiss me and walk his pretty little arse out of here” he announces before beginning to run out then turns back to James “Prongs you got the-” it seemed like James already knew walking up and handing him the thing he needed “Thank you” he cups James’ face excitedly before turning away

“Go get him tiger!” James calls out as Sirius practically sprints out followed by Marlene and Dorca clearly going to watch

James lets out a laugh before turning back to you whose smiling at the scene you just witnessed “Looks like we aren’t the only ones that are confessing today”

“About time for them now I think about it” he says sitting back down and taking your hand “Can I assume the guy you told Sirius you liked was me?” he confirms

“Yes” you reply nodding his question sparking your own “James…” you bite your lip “…can I ask you something?”

He sits forward in his seat his other hand finding its way to your leg “Anything love” he smiles

You take a breath “What about Lily? I know you used to go after her and there were rumours you two…are…were…” you grimace at the thought “together”

He understood your concern “Me and Lily are friends, nothing more than that. I’ve liked you for a while now, it was one of the reasons why I stopped trying to go after lily. I did kiss her once but it felt wrong” he cups your cheeks “She wasn’t the one for me because the one for me is you”

You break out in a smile “You’re the one for me too” you say leaning in for another kiss, this one longer than previous, lips moving perfectly in sync his fingers gently making their way into your hair

Pulling away panting lightly James leans his forehead on yours “Poppy said you can leave once she looks over you” he kisses your nose as he finishes making you giggle “Got anything planned tonight?”

“I was just going to read” you kiss his nose back making him smirk

“You think I could join you?” he asks, heart soaring as you nod and move in to kiss him once more

#james and reader #James Potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter and you #james potter x you #james fleamont potter #marauder x reader #sirius black and remus lupin #wolfstar #dorlene #slytherin reader #Marauders #marauders era

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theaceandaroadvocacyproject · 2 years

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Today is World Suicide Prevention Day - suicidal ideation and mental illness are currently major challenges for people in the LGBTQIA+ community. If you are struggling, there are resources out there and people ready to help.

The experiences of prejudice, discrimination, and alienation are all big contributors to poor mental health, which is why us and many others advocate for the creation of all-inclusive and intersectional community spaces.

[ID: Image 1 reads “Suicide Risk and Prevention for Aspec People and People of Other LGBTQIA+ Identities”. It shows graphics of a parent and child sitting together, and another individual reading.

Image 2 reads “What is the risk? The Minority Stress Model theorizes that certain groups who experience prejudice and discrimination will, as a result, experience worse health outcomes than majority, non-oppressed groups. This includes worse mental health outcomes such as higher rates of mental illness and higher suicide risk (Meyer 2003). LGBTQIA+ youth are more than four times as likely to attempt suicide than their peers (Johns et al., 2019; Johns et al., 2020).” At the bottom is the citation: Data from The Trevor Project - https://www.thetrevorproject.org/resources/article/facts-about-lgbtq-youth-suicide/ There is a stylized graphic of a person wearing green pants clutching their head.

Image 3 reads “Are crisis hotlines helpful? Some hotlines, including the National Suicide Prevention Line (988), make use of police intervention and involuntary hospitalization if they deem it necessary without informing callers of this possibility. 988 calls for police or an ambulance on approx. 20% of callers*. US National Crisis Support Hotlines that Avoid Calling Police: -Call Blackline: 1(800)604-5841 -Fireside Project: 62-FIRESIDE -Trans Lifeline: (877)565-8860. At the bottom is the citation: NY Times “As a Crisis Hotline Grows, So Do Fears it Won’t Be Ready”https://www.nytimes.com/2022/03/13/us/suicide-hotline-mental-health-988.amp.html". Pictured is a phone.

Image 4 reads “What can we do? Form and connect people to peer support groups for specific demographics (examples: asexual survivors of assault, aromantic people of ethnic minorities). Destigmatize “complicated” orientations, and make community spaces safe and welcoming for people with these orientations. Connect people to programs and resources that help with reconnecting families, improving family relations, and/or teaching parents how to support their LGBTQIA+ kids.” At the bottom is the citation: Modified from the CDC’s Prevention Strategies: https://www.cdc.gov/suicide/prevention/index.html Depicted is a graphic of a person wearing a purple shirt hand to the head. End ID.]

#world suicide prevention day #aspec #ace #aro #LGBTQIA+#image described #resources #mental health

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milkybonya · 2 years

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u hate me, i love u _ pjh

order 050, @sunoo-bby : small classic milk tea with pudding and crystal tapioca pearls

#: enemies to lovers!, highschool!au, secret admirer, smol little drabble, fluff/minimal angst (?), your secret admirer is the person you hate the most

[💌: the xdinary heroes album is so good T.T also why do i feel like my writing is so awkward here uh </3]

when you open your eyes, you're met with the exact sight you were expecting to see. yet another note slipped between the cracks of your locker door.

you reach for it with a small smile, opening it inside the locker so no one else can see.

y/n

was your weekend okay? it was sunny, so i hope you got to enjoy the weather! the exam is coming up, too.. let's do our best but not get too stressed <3 enjoy this candy! i know it's your favourite :)

i just know you're beautiful today, too, as always ♡

- 꿀

you fold the note again after clutching it to your chest, placing it in the jar within your locker where all his notes are kept.

"reading those stupid notes again?" a voice whispers in your ear, making you jump.

"Jihoon! go away," you shriek, shoving the boy aside before you slam your locker shut.

he cackles dramatically.

"stay deluded," he tells you before walking away.

you glare at his backpack after he turns his back to you, finding a new pin added to his collection on his bag.

'꿀', it reads. the korean word for 'honey'. the same pseudonym your secret admirer uses. must be some crazy coincidence...

in class, Jihoon won't stop throwing tiny pieces of paper at you from behind. it frustrates you so much that you ask the teacher to use the bathroom. really, you just end up roaming through the halls, trying to calm down so you can focus again.

somehow, Jihoon finds you again, even in the hallway. unknowing to you, he felt bad and asked the teacher if he could grab some water just so he could run after you.

"can you please just leave me alone right now," you mutter at the ground, not even meeting his eyes once you notice him approaching you.

instead of leaving, he places a warm hand on your shoulder, making you look up.

"i'm sorry if i crossed the line, y/n," he says, his heart racing in his throat.

you've never seen him act so sweetly, so you tilt your head to the side, confused.

as you help the teacher collect the homework later that day, you can't stop staring at Jihoon's. the writing looks so familiar... when you ask Jihoon if you can take a photo of Jihoon's homework to check something, he smirks and tells you if you want to copy, you could just ask. you roll your eyes at him and take a photo of his writing, anyway.

you spend the day staring at the photo, wondering why it's so familiar. when you open your locker and your eyes fall on the jar of notes from 꿀, it clicks. you scramble to open one of the notes and compare it to the photo of Jihoon's writing.

it's a perfect match...

"your writing in your homework looks exactly like the writing in all these notes. also, you have a 꿀 pin on your backpack. it's too muxh now to be coincidence, no?" you tell Jihoon as you interrogate him after class.

he gulps and looks away.

"do you want me to be your admirer?"

"i--"

you're at a loss for words.

"you've caught me, y/n. and now it's up to you what you'll do next," he says quietly, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

"why are you so mean to me if you're ny admirer?" you ask.

he looks up at you with warm eyes that focus on a loose strand of your hair. his fingers reach out to push it out of your eyes.

"i just didn't want to get caught... so i acted the opposite of what i felt. i'm sorry if you were ever hurt by me."

you're baffled, but if this is your admirer, you can't give up on him so fast.

"take me on a date or two and i'll decide," you say, reaching for his hand.

his sad look turns into a smile as he squeezes your hand.

"really?"

"yes!"

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angelhummel · 1 year

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*throwing this at my followers and running away*

I Found Myself A Cheerleader

another pezberry fic by me :)

Rating: E

Word count: 8220

Summary: Santana catches Rachel in a compromising position.

Canon divergence, assuming Santana moved to NY and enrolled in classes at NYADA much sooner. Set around mid s4

(Kurt and Tina are mentioned by name but not shown. Brittany, Finn, Brody, Puck, Jesse, and Cassie are referenced but not by name)

read on ao3

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Santana strode down the hallway to her apartment, slowly rolling her head, then her shoulders as she walked. These dance classes were kicking her ass worse than she’d imagined. It was just because she was out of practice, she told herself. A few more weeks and she’d be back to her old self. Things would get easier. Then she could start dancing circles around everyone else in class and make them even more jealous of her than they surely already were.

The thought made her smile as she reached her door. Both roomies were out at the moment and wouldn’t be home til later. She was trying to decide how to spend her few short peaceful hours as she fumbled through her dance bag for her keys.

Maybe do some cool down yoga to help her unwind. Take a nice hot bath afterwards. Hell, maybe even rub one out while thinking about her new dance instructor with the perfect hot older bitch attitude and the abs to die for.

Santana finally made contact with her keys, pulling them out and unlocking the door, letting herself inside. She turned to slide the door shut, freezing on the spot when she heard a noise from further inside the apartment.

“Hello?” she called out tentatively, quickly adjusting her keys so they were sticking out between her fingers, her hand clenched in a tight fist around them. Just in case. She forced herself to step forward, inching closer towards the curtains that made up their three bedrooms. “Kurt? Rach? Who’s there?” She cringed at herself for immediately turning into the dumb first kill girl in every horror movie ever.

She was overreacting, she thought. It was probably just some mutated subway rat the size of her arm that wandered its way in and decided to make a nest out of Berry’s homeschooled chic sweaters.

Actually, she wasn’t sure if that was the best or worst case scenario.

The curtain to Rachel’s room fluttered, and Santana steeled herself to face down whatever was in there. She crept over to it, reaching for the edge to yank it back.

“Hey, it’s just - ME!” Rachel shrieked the last part as the curtain flew open and all she could register was Santana’s fist at eye level before she flinched away and clenched her eyes shut.

“Jesus fuck, Berry, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” Santana groaned, dropping her bag to the ground and tossing her keys on top of it. “Why the fuck didn’t you answer me? I could’ve seriously mangled your face.”

“I - I was about to, I just…” Rachel trailed off, gesturing vaguely to her room behind her. “I, um, was busy with something… Didn’t want you barging in.”

“Right, yeah, glad we avoided that,” Santana shot back, rolling her eyes. “What are you even doing home?”

“My last class was canceled. What about you? I thought you were still taking those extra evening lessons?”

“No, all my instructors thought I was spreading my awesomeness too thin so I’m just taking the regular courses now,” she replied. She looked back at Rachel, actually taking in her appearance now that her little adrenaline rush had passed and her heart rate was returning to normal.

Rachel’s hair was pulled back into a messy bun - heavy emphasis on the mess. Her cheeks were noticeably flushed, she was avoiding eye contact with Santana. And she seemed to be clutching onto the edge of her robe for dear life, keeping it shut tight all the way up to her neck.

A lightbulb went off in Santana’s head.

“What?” Rachel asked, her voice small as she chanced a glance up to Santana’s face. Just to see a knowing smirk quirking at the corner of her lips.

“Oh, nothing…” Santana shrugged. “I just get it, okay? Empty apartment, you thought it would be the perfect time for a little self care. No shame in it.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Rachel replied with a puzzled frown.

“Jesus, fine, you need me to spell it out for you?” Santana asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at Rachel. “Self care? Masturbation? Nothing to be ashamed of, seriously. A little self exploration is totally healthy. Especially for someone as sexually repressed as you.”

Rachel’s cheeks got redder and redder the more Santana spoke. “Okay, you’ve made it clear that you have completely misread this situation!”

“Really? Your hair is a mess, your face is red, you’ve got that robe wrapped around you so tight it’s probably cutting off your circulation… And there’s no guy in sight,” she added, craning her neck to get a better look into Rachel’s room like she had to be sure. “So unless you’ve got Invisi-Billy in your bed, it looks like you did this to yourself.”

“I -” Rachel shut her mouth as quickly as she’d opened it, biting her lip as she fidgeted on the spot. Santana arched an eyebrow, wondering if she was going to say anything else. “Fine, you know what? You’re right. You caught me,” Rachel finally conceded. “I thought I would have the apartment to myself for an hour or so, so I thought I’d engage in a little self pleasure. Are you happy?”

“No, not really.”

“Well that makes two of us!” Rachel snapped. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, you can go take your shower, or whatever it is you do after class, and I will get dressed, and we will pretend like none of this ever happened.”

“Heard that one before,” Santana muttered, letting out a noise of surprise as Rachel actually tried shoving her out of her room. “Jeez, Berry, it’s not worth manhandling me over. Seriously, it’s not that big a d-” Santana cut herself off, her gaze dropping down to where Rachel’s robe fell open. Not like she was trying to get a peek or anything. And even if she had been, she would’ve been out of luck. Because instead of bare skin, Santana caught a glimpse of an all too familiar red, black, and white fabric.

Her eyes went wide, and Rachel blushed impossibly darker as she scrambled to fully cover herself back up.

“Berry, please tell me that’s not what I think it is,” Santana said, reaching out to grab the collar of Rachel’s robe. Yanking it open to reveal the bright red WMHS logo across her chest. “What in the Invasion of the Body Snatchers is going on here?!” She took a step back, staring at Rachel in disbelief.

“Okay, listen, it’s not whatever jealousy or psychosexual reasoning I’m sure you think it is, okay?” she asked. She kept her head down, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor as she spoke. Far too embarrassed to even try and meet Santana’s eyes again.

“Well..?”

Rachel took a deep breath before continuing. “Tina sent me a picture earlier. Apparently she just joined the Cheerios,” she told Santana. “And I realized that meant I was the only glee girl that was never on the squad. And I remember you mentioning you brought your uniform with you, to have a reminder of your past life at McKinley. So I thought I’d try it on for a second and see how I would’ve looked, were I ever a member of the team. I was planning on putting it back before you ever even realized it was gone. It was just a little harmless dress up, that’s all.”

“Dress up? I mean if that’s your kink, fine, but you at least could’ve asked me first.”

“Santana!” Rachel whined, her head snapping up to look at her friend with wide, desperate eyes. “Is there any possible way we can move forward from this point without you making fun of me?”

“Hey, come on, who’s making fun of you? It’s just a little good natured ribbing. Friends do that, right?”

“Well it doesn’t feel good natured,” Rachel pouted. “I think I might actually die of embarrassment right now...”

“Oh, come on, me thinking you were finger blasting yourself in an empty apartment was way more embarrassing.” Rachel’s cheeks lit up again, and Santana just laughed when she turned on the spot to go back into her room. “Okay, okay, I won’t talk about that either! But seriously, it’s not that embarrassing. Either of those things. But especially not wanting to try on the uniform. I mean, the Cheerios were pretty much the only group you weren’t a part of in high school, right?”

Rachel stood in her room with her back to Santana, one hand on the curtain like she was ready to close it, but not moving to do so just yet. She nodded.

“Right, so, no big deal that you wanted to see what you’d look like on the squad,” Santana continued. “Seriously, Rach, it’s not a big deal, okay? This isn’t actually high school. I’m not gonna run off and tell all the cool kids what happened so we can laugh about it in a glee club meeting later. I mean, I guess I could go tell Humdrum Hummel, but he’d probably end up giving me a long speech about how I shouldn’t make you feel ashamed of your body or whatever the fuck.”

“That’s probably true…” Rachel replied, a barely there smile on her lips. She let go of the curtain, hesitating a moment before turning back around to face Santana. “Would you, um… Oh, it still feels so embarrassing. Wouldyoutakeapictureofme?” she asked in a rush, anxiously biting her lip again.

“Oh, uh, sure,” Santana replied, surprised at the request. She’d still been expecting Rachel to shoo her out so she could get changed. She didn’t even think she’d get to see the full getup on Rachel. Not that she was dying to or anything. No, obviously nothing like that. But she’d be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious to see how Rachel looked in her old uniform.

Rachel smiled when Santana agreed, pulling her into her bedroom and closing the curtain behind them. “We’ll take the pictures in front of the curtain - it makes a good neutral backdrop. Let’s see… Lighting, we need lighting,” Rachel muttered to herself, going around her room to set everything up.

Santana should’ve known that all Rachel’s embarrassment would melt away when it came to being photographed. But she let the other woman do her thing, until Rachel was handing Santana her phone, already in camera mode.

Rachel took her bun down, her hair cascading down over her shoulders as she walked back around in front of Santana. Santana’s gaze shifted to Rachel’s hands to watch her undo the tie on her robe, shedding it to reveal the full look.

Santana’s throat went dry. The uniform was custom made to fit her exact measurements, which made it the tiniest bit tight on Rachel. But that wasn’t something Santana was going to complain about. She glanced down, realizing Rachel had also put on sneakers to complete the ensemble.

Santana let herself indulge a little, her eyes slowly making their way up Rachel’s toned, tanned legs. It was always a mystery to Santana, how someone so short could have legs that seemed to go on for so long. Those schoolgirl skirts and flouncy little dresses Rachel always wore to school were bad enough. But the Cheerio skirt on her was positively lethal. Santana barely even glanced at the hints of skin peeking through the fabric slats of the skirt before she noticed Rachel’s hands clasped in front of her body, fidgeting together.

“So… What do you think?” she asked. Santana snapped herself out of her daze to realize Rachel was waiting for a verbal response. Seemingly nervous and… shy? That was a new one.

“You -” Santana started, her voice coming out breathier than she expected. She cleared her throat and tried again. “You look good.”

“Really?” Rachel asked, instantly relaxing at the compliment. “Thank you… I was worried I’d look silly. You really don’t think I look silly?”

“God, no, Rach. You look seriously hot right now.”

The blush from before came creeping back into Rachel’s cheeks as she smiled at Santana’s praise.

“Okay, okay, picture time!” Rachel clapped. She backed up to the curtain, facing Santana with her hands on her hips and a bright grin on her face.

Santana smiled to herself, snapping a couple of pictures of Rachel like that. “Very cute,” she commented. “But you have to give me a real cheerleader pose.” She watched as Rachel gave it some thought, then switched poses. Drawing a knee up and balancing on one foot, raising her arms up over her head in a big V. “Ooh, much better. Shake them pompoms, girl,” she teased.

“But we don’t have any - oh.” Rachel giggled, but held her position as Santana took more pictures. “You’re so bad…”

“You love me for it,” Santana said. She lowered the phone, so Rachel dropped her pose. “So, uh, who are the pictures for?” she asked curiously, feeling like she needed a distraction to keep herself from leering at Rachel any more than she already was. Talking about either of the two guys Rachel was somehow still juggling seemed like a good way to bring her down.

“No one,” Rachel replied quickly. “I mean, it isn’t like that. I just wanted them for my own benefit. And I suppose I’ll send one to Tina, since she inadvertently started this. Of course I’ll have to show Kurt - he’ll get a kick out of it.”

“You can send them to me,” Santana said with a slight shrug, hoping that would somehow make it seem like a casual and not at all weird thing to suggest.

“Really? You’d want me to send them to you?” Rachel asked. Her expression shifted from confusion to mischievous as a smirk slowly spread across her face. “Why? Something for your spank bank?” she asked, trying her hand at teasing Santana like Santana had just been doing to her.

Santana didn’t respond, feeling a lump forming in her throat with the way Rachel was staring at her right now.

“Oh my gosh, I was kidding!”

“Shut it, Berry,” was the only comeback Santana could muster.

“Santana, I had no idea you felt this way about me,” Rachel teased, twirling back and forth on the spot and making her borrowed skirt flare out with each move. “It’s nice to know you think I’m so attractive.”

“Berry, if you keep talking, I’m going to throw your phone out the window.”

“Aw, come on, San. What did you just tell me? Something about how this is all totally normal and it’s good to have a healthy sexual appetite -”

“Okay, I warned you.” Santana marched to the other side of the room, Rachel’s phone clutched tight in hand, heading over to the closest window.

“No!” Rachel exclaimed, chasing after Santana and snatching her phone back. “Those windows don’t even open, you know?”

“No, but I bet they break,” Santana replied flatly.

“God, Santana, is that really still how it is with you? You can dish it out but you still can’t take it?” Rachel asked, crossing her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow at the other woman.

Santana didn’t answer at first, just looked Rachel up and down again to take in her full appearance. She let out a short laugh, shaking her head.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing… You’re just really embodying the whole cheer captain HBIC thing right now. It’s impressive, really.”

“Well I am an actress. It’s what I do,” Rachel replied, distracted from tormenting Santana now that she was being complimented again.

“True… But you’re missing something.”

“What?”

Santana turned to Rachel’s vanity, grabbing a brush and hair tie and waving them in front of her face. “The high pony, duh. You went to all this trouble to try the uniform on, you might as well rock the whole look. Otherwise it won’t be as authentic or whatever.”

She sat back on Rachel’s bed, making herself comfortable against the pillows at the headboard and gesturing for Rachel to come sit in front of her.

“I suppose you make a good point,” Rachel said, joining her on the bed. She settled in between Santana’s legs, her back facing Santana’s front.

Santana took her time in gently brushing through Rachel’s hair and gathering it all up at the crown of her head. Thankful for the fact that Rachel’s back was to her at the moment. She just needed to calm herself down. Stop her mind from racing to dangerous places.

Really, she didn’t know what came over her all of a sudden. Santana was in college. In New York. Santana was a grown adult now.

So why was she feeling butterflies like this was some stupid high school crush?

It was just the uniform, Santana told herself. Obviously it dredged up feelings for her ex and memories of everything they got up to in high school. But even as Santana tried her damnedest to redirect her feelings to a more appropriate place, all she could think about was Rachel. All the times she subtly (or so she thought) checked her out during glee practice, or a group trip to Breadstix or the Lima Bean. She thought about when Rachel showed up to class in her Britney costume, and how it seemed to jumpstart Santana’s whole sexual identity crisis. Even before that, in sophomore year Santana would often find herself staring at Rachel’s legs in those ridiculously short skirts during dance rehearsals before she was even totally aware of what she was doing.

Okay, the little trip down memory lane certainly wasn’t helping. Suddenly all Santana wanted was to get away from Rachel and really calm down. Whatever was going on with her right now, she didn’t need to add it onto the already strained and beyond complicated relationship she had with Rachel.

She wrapped the elastic around the ponytail and tightened it - possibly a little too hard, given the way Rachel hummed in response - and sat back against the headboard. The most distance between them that Santana could manage right now, given the fact that Rachel was practically sitting in her lap.

Rachel turned halfway around to look at Santana, and Santana was sure by the look on her face that she didn’t have the same tumultuous thoughts swirling around in her own head.

Of course she didn’t.

“So… How do I look now?” Rachel asked with a hopeful smile.

“Awesome…” Santana whispered. And then, without thinking, reached up with one slightly trembling hand to try and sweep Rachel’s bangs to the side. “You should wear your hair like this more often… You always have so much hair in your face, like, all the time. Someone could start to think you’re hiding behind it.”

“Maybe I am…” Rachel murmured. “I always thought that pulling my hair back would only serve to highlight my… beak.”

Santana’s hand dropped back down to her side, as her stomach started to twist itself into knots. Of course while she was inappropriately thirsting over Rachel, Rachel was just going through every insult Santana had ever hurled at her in high school.

Because when were they ever on the same page?

“Well that’s rude. And it’s just not true… Who said that?” Santana asked quietly.

“Oh, just some mean girl I knew back in high school…”

“Yeah, well… she’s not here anymore,” Santana whispered. She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to break eye contact with Rachel as she spoke. “Look, Berry, if you tell anyone I said this, then I’m throwing you out the window instead. But you’re hot, okay? Like seriously hot. You’d have to be blind not to see that.”

Rachel blushed - they’d both been doing plenty of that this afternoon, Santana thought - and smiled at the praise.

“Thank you…” she replied softly, her gaze downcast as she played with a loose thread on the comforter. “I was being flippant earlier, but it really does mean a lot that you see me that way now…”

“Not just now…”

Rachel froze, looking up to meet Santana’s eyes again. “Santana…”

Santana shook her head slightly, needing to snap herself out of this little bubble she’d created for herself and come back to reality. “You, um - We can take some more pictures now that your hair is -”

Rachel lunged forward, cutting Santana off with a kiss. Eager but not forceful, almost like she was expecting Santana to push her away.

Santana didn’t push. But she was too stunned to react. Before she really processed what was happening, Rachel broke the kiss herself.

“Oh my gosh…” Rachel whispered, her hand coming up to gently touch over her own lips. Looking as stunned as Santana felt, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me… That was very impulsive and I know I should’ve asked for permission first or - or given you a warning but I -”

Santana interrupted her with a kiss of her own. Gentler this time, just a way to wordlessly tell her it was okay, that she didn’t have to work herself into a lather over this.

Trying to convince herself of the same thing.

Rachel looked much more calm when they broke apart this time. She turned around completely, sitting on her knees and facing Santana fully.

“Well… this is certainly new for us.”

“No shit,” Santana replied. Doing her best to hide just how affected she was by the kisses.

Rachel wasn’t thrown by her attitude.

“New is good,” Rachel continued softly, looking into Santana’s eyes. “I mean, if someone told me three years ago that not only would you and I be living together, we’d be genuine friends on top of that, I would’ve thought they were lying. But our relationship has progressed leaps and bounds over the years and, well, here we are now… Who knows? Maybe this was the obvious next step for us?”

Santana just stared at Rachel, her brain still struggling to process their kisses, never mind whatever monologue Rachel was busting out to try and justify what they’d done. All she could do was nod her head once she realized Rachel’s speech sort of required a response.

“Obvious” was the furthest thing from her mind right now.

“We don’t have to have it all figured out right now…” Rachel said softly. “I know it’s a lot, and you don’t seem to want to discuss it at the moment, which is completely fine by me… I don’t know what this means for us. All I know is that I really want to kiss you again…”

“Rach?”

“Yes?”

“Do you ever shut up?”

Rachel opened her mouth to answer, but Santana didn’t give her the chance. She pulled Rachel close again, taking whatever response she was formulating and turning it into a soft, muffled moan as their lips met once more.

No longer hesitant, no longer worried about being rejected, they let themselves indulge. Giving in to their desires, and letting the spark between them ignite into a full blown flame.

Santana’s arms wound tight around Rachel, and Rachel pressed closer against the other woman. Shifting so her legs were bracketing Santana’s, and she was sitting in her lap.

When Santana pulled away this time, it was to start trailing kisses along Rachel’s jawline instead. Her hand crept up Rachel’s back, up to the ponytail she’d styled just minutes earlier, getting a firm grip and using it to tilt Rachel’s head back, exposing her neck and giving Santana plenty of new territory to explore.

And explore she did.

Spurred on by Rachel’s soft little hums of pleasure, Santana let her lips wander over every exposed inch of Rachel’s skin she could reach. Paying special attention to each and every noise falling from Rachel’s lips, every shift of her body, making sure she knew what kind of reaction she got from every spot she kissed.

A kiss just below Rachel’s ear earned a sharp gasp in response.

Santana’s lips brushing over the curve between her neck and shoulder pulled a soft whine from Rachel.

An open mouthed kiss to Rachel’s pulse point - Rachel’s body jolted in Santana’s arms, a low moan escaping her lips.

“There we go…” Santana purred, a self-satisfied smirk on her face as she went back in for more. Kissing over the same spot, as Rachel’s grip tightened on Santana’s shoulders. Darting her tongue out to lick over it, making Rachel squirm in her lap. Sinking her teeth in and starting to suck at her skin, causing Rachel to cry out in pleasure.

“Santana…” Rachel breathed, her eyes clenched shut as Santana teased the oh so sensitive spot on her neck.

Santana just hummed in response, not wanting to let up until she knew she’d left her mark. She looped Rachel’s ponytail around her hand, getting a better grip and yanking her head back further, earning another moan from Rachel.

“Santana, please…”

That got Santana to stop. She kissed over the faint purple hickey she’d managed to leave, before looking up at Rachel through her lashes.

“Please what?”

Santana’s grip loosened on Rachel’s hair, so Rachel had enough room to tilt her head forward again. She just stared at Santana with heavy lidded eyes, her lips still parted but no more words coming out.

“Oh, now you’re speechless?” Santana asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. It was slight, but apparently enough to make Rachel blush. “Suddenly you’re shy about making demands?”

“Asking for a solo that I know I deserve isn’t exactly the same as… this,” Rachel whispered.

Santana chuckled at that, shaking her head as she looked up at Rachel. “Is that it? Think you haven’t done enough to deserve a little pleasure?”

Santana wrapped both arms securely around Rachel again, holding her tight as she sat up. Switching their positions, she laid Rachel back on the bed, their legs slotting together as Santana settled herself over Rachel. She leaned in closer, like she was going in for another kiss, but swerved at the last second and brought her lips up to Rachel’s ear instead.

“You want me to make you work for it, Berry?” she asked in a hushed whisper.

Rachel whined softly, shook her head.

“Well you have to tell me what you do want…”

“I - I want you…” she breathed. Santana tried to pull back enough to look down at Rachel, but the other woman tightened her arms around Santana’s body, keeping her in place. “I want you to - to stop teasing me, and kiss me, and - and touch me.”

“Better…” Santana whispered. Still attempting nonchalance to hide the way her heart jolted in her chest at the request from Rachel.

She rewarded Rachel’s bluntness with more kisses and nips to her neck, still making sure to focus on the spots that got the best reactions. Keeping herself balanced with one arm on the mattress, her other hand came up between them to touch Rachel. Running over the stiff material of the uniform, hesitating just a moment before cupping Rachel’s breast.

Santana knew from experience that it was difficult to get any real gratification from over-the-uniform touches, but Rachel still gasped at Santana’s actions. So she kept it at that for a few moments, sucking another mark into Rachel’s neck as she toyed with her. Squeezing gently, then a little harder, rubbing her thumb over her nipple, trying to see if any of it was working for her.

Just when she was about to ask if Rachel wanted to get the top out of the way, she had her answer.

Rachel’s hand came down to the wrong side of the uniform, fumbling for the zipper that wasn’t there.

“Please get this stupid thing off of me,” she said with a frustrated huff, pouting up at Santana.

“Fuck, you’re such a brat…” Santana muttered, reaching up to the right side and quickly tugging the zipper open. Easily ridding Rachel of the uniform top, and leaving her naked from the waist up.

Santana’s eyes roamed over Rachel’s half naked body, drinking in this new sight before glancing back up to meet Rachel’s eyes. Feeling like Rachel was waiting for her approval.

“Still hot, though,” Santana whispered. She moved down a little, kissing all over where she couldn’t reach before. Letting her lips lead the exploration over Rachel’s collarbones, her chest, the space between her breasts. Her hand slowly wandered up Rachel’s side, enjoying the bare skin underneath, but paused just short of groping her again.

“We can stop if you want to…” she told Rachel. Needing more than Rachel’s reserved silence before she was comfortable going further.

Rachel shook her head quickly. “Please don’t stop…”

Santana felt a sense of relief flood through her body, just knowing Rachel was into this. Into her.

She smiled, and leaned up to press a soft kiss to Rachel’s lips as her hand met her breast again. Repeating the same actions she’d done over the uniform top, for a much more enthusiastic Rachel this time around.

Santana kissed back down Rachel’s body, circling her nipple with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently.

“Ohh…” Rachel moaned, reaching up to thread her fingers through Santana’s hair and hold her in place.

Not that Santana planned on moving any time soon.

She was enjoying Rachel’s reactions far too much. All the breathy moans, the little mewls of pleasure, the way her body trembled underneath her, how she tugged at Santana’s hair when Santana got the tiniest bit rough with a pinch or a nip.

And how, before long, Rachel started to weakly grind against Santana’s leg that was situated between both of hers. She thought she felt the slightest damp patch rubbing against her thigh.

“Have you soaked through two layers already?” she asked, licking her lips as she looked up at Rachel. “Or did you decide to go completely commando under my uniform, pervert?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Rachel whispered, parting her legs in invitation.

Santana happily accepted.

She slid a hand down Rachel’s stomach, bypassing the skirt part of the uniform, and let it disappear beneath the waistband of the bright red spankies.

Rachel whimpered as Santana’s fingers brushed over her sensitive clit, and easily glided down lower over her slick folds.

“Fuck, how are you this wet already?” Santana asked in a low, husky voice, keeping her eyes on Rachel’s face as her fingers teased Rachel with practiced, expert movements.

She could tell Rachel was wearing her own underwear as well, because she wasn’t immediately met with the less comfortable fabric of the Cheerio panties. She could also feel a wet spot against the back of her hand letting her know that, yeah, Rachel had already soaked through two layers of clothing.

That was doing wonders for her confidence.

“Is this all from a few hickeys and a little second base action? Makes sense, it’s probably the most time anyone’s ever spent on your pleasure…” she murmured, kissing over one of the marks she’d left behind earlier.

Maybe it was the lingering mean streak in her that begged Santana to tease Rachel even in this situation. But the way Rachel was moaning and basically humping her hand, Santana was sure she could say anything right now and Rachel wouldn’t give a fuck, as long as Santana kept working her clit the way she was.

“Or maybe you started getting turned on when I was taking your picture…” she continued, biting over Rachel’s pulse point and making her cry out. “I know how much you love that…” She licked over the spot to soothe it, pressing a soft kiss there as well. “Too bad I can’t get to your phone now, or I’d have to take some pictures of you like this…”

Rachel let out another soft whimper, absently nodding her head along with Santana’s words.

Santana had thought Rachel didn’t care what she was saying, but maybe she was wrong.

She was starting to think Rachel was getting off on it.

“No, I know what it was…” she purred, slowing her movements down and just idly circling her index finger over Rachel’s clit to draw things out and keep teasing her. “I bet you started getting turned on because I walked in on you doing something risqué. Caught in the act, and all that. You seem like the type of person who needs a healthy little dose of humiliation to get themselves going. Fuck, if that’s the case, you must’ve been this soaked 24/7 in high school…” she chuckled. “That could explain a lot…”

Rachel whined, her face completely flushed pink again. Santana wondered if it was caused more by her words or her actions. Whichever it was, she wasn’t stopping either one.

“Mm, but honestly, I think I was right the very first time…” Santana said, her hand slipping a little lower as she started to sink two fingers into Rachel’s leaking entrance.

Rachel gasped, her legs involuntarily coming closer together. Santana had to nudge them apart again with her own leg to keep Rachel open for her.

“I think I walked in at the start of a very elaborate masturbation session. I think this game of dress up was just the first step.”

She thrust her fingers in with slow, shallow motions, just letting them fill Rachel a little at a time. Delving deeper and deeper, bit by bit, until they were buried as deep inside as they could get. She held still a moment, her thumb finding Rachel’s clit and working it as she started to pump her fingers in and out.

“I know how much you like to put on a show, Berry, even if you’re the only audience member,” she whispered in her ear, listening to the short, ragged breaths that Rachel took as she rode Santana’s fingers. “And the way your mirror and vanity are both facing the bed, well, you would’ve had the best seat in the house, wouldn’t you? Looking like Cheerio royalty, sitting on the edge of your bed with your legs spread, fingering yourself, with the best view from all angles… I bet you would’ve gotten yourself off in no time.”

“Shut… up!” was all Rachel could muster in response. She shoved a hand into her underwear alongside Santana’s, starting to rub her clit while Santana fingered her.

Rachel’s orgasm hit almost immediately, and her back arched off the bed as she came with a loud, lyrical moan.

Santana worked her through it, fingering Rachel until she was spent and stilled her own hand. She pressed a few soft kisses along Rachel’s neck and shoulder as she slowly pulled her fingers out, and pulled them free from the confines of Rachel’s underwear.

“Even your sex noises are annoyingly musical…” Santana muttered.

“I-” Rachel stopped, staring up at Santana as Santana popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

“You..?” Santana asked, but Rachel didn’t respond. Just grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in for another heated kiss. Surprising Santana by immediately licking into her mouth, chasing the taste of herself on Santana’s tongue.

The kiss was as quick as it was dirty, and Rachel pulled back far too soon for Santana’s liking. She laid back on the bed, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she let out a content sigh.

Santana laid there as well, watching Rachel for a few moments as she awaited her next move. When she couldn’t be sure one was even coming, Santana started to feel awkward. She turned onto her back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

Was that it? One and done? She honestly wasn’t expecting Rachel to pay her back, but at least acknowledging her presence post orgasm would be nice.

Santana rolled her eyes, resigning herself to her long overdue shower, and pretending like this never happened once she left the confines of Rachel’s room.

She sat up to leave, but a gentle hand on her arm made her pause.

“Where are you going?” Rachel asked, her brows knitted together ever so slightly as she looked up at Santana with those deep brown doe eyes of hers.

“Shower. Figured you’d want some privacy to change.”

“But I haven’t even - I mean, you didn’t let me…” Rachel trailed off, pouting a little as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Are we done?”

“You tell me,” Santana replied with a shrug. Her icy attitude creeping back in now that there was the slightest possibility of Rachel rejecting her again.

“I… I don’t want to be,” she whispered, sitting up fully now and frowning at Santana. “I just needed a moment to catch my breath. I’ve never - Well, it’s been - That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while,” she admitted. “I didn’t know it was possible to have such a strong reaction from a little fondling and dirty talk.”

“Yeah, well, it’s safe to say I’m the hottest partner you’ve ever had,” Santana replied airily, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. “That probably helped.”

“I most definitely agree with you there…” Rachel said with a shy little smile. “Which would make it all the more disappointing if you were to leave without letting me reciprocate. I mean, you’re still fully dressed, and I was so caught up in what you were doing to me that I was barely in my right mind to do anything back.”

“Well I guess if this is where you want to start worrying about equality and fairness, you won’t hear me complaining,” Santana smirked.

Rachel reached out to tangle her fingers in Santana’s hair, pulling her into a kiss. She eased Santana back on the bed, and Santana went willingly, letting Rachel crawl on top of her and take the reins for a while.

Rachel made short work of Santana’s dancewear, getting her out of her tank top and shorts, then her sports bra, and finally her underwear. Leaving Santana completely naked, while Rachel still sported the remaining vestiges of the Cheerio uniform.

She sat back on her heels, slowly running her hands along Santana’s smooth, toned legs, admiring the view in front of her.

Whether in uniform, dancewear, street clothes, or nothing at all, Santana was every bit as gorgeous as Rachel always knew she was. She used to envy her for it - hate her for it - but those thoughts were so far away from Rachel’s mind at this moment that they might as well have belonged to someone else.

How could Rachel hate her now? How could she be jealous? When Santana was naked in her bed, baring herself completely for her, and her alone. It was everyone else that should be jealous of Rachel now. Because Santana was hers.

At least for the moment.

A slight smirk tugged at Rachel’s lips as her gaze settled on Santana’s opening, seeing her skin already glistening with wetness.

“And you were making fun of me earlier?” Rachel teased, reaching out to run a finger agonizingly slowly over Santana’s folds. Santana shuddered lightly at the touch, then watched in awe as Rachel immediately brought her finger up to her lips and swirled her tongue around it. “Mm, looks like somebody is a bit of a hypocrite…”

“Take it as a compliment, Berry…” Santana muttered, wrapping her legs around Rachel to try and pull her closer. Rachel giggled - actually fucking giggled - and gently pushed Santana’s legs back down to the bed.

“You took your sweet time earlier, I think it’s only fair you give me the same courtesy,” she murmured. She carefully settled herself over Santana, pecking her on the lips once before starting the journey lower, trailing kisses down the column of Santana’s throat.

She must’ve wanted to repay everything Santana did to her, Santana thought, because it wasn’t long before Rachel was latching onto her neck and sucking a mark, in almost the exact same spot Santana left one on her.

Santana reached up to grab onto Rachel’s ponytail again and hold her in place. Her other hand found Rachel’s, bringing it up to her breast so Rachel could give her a different kind of pleasure at the same time. Rachel didn’t protest being moved like this, no doubt too concerned with her budding hickey to say anything. She just let Santana guide her, and started teasing her nipple like she wanted.

Rachel didn’t pull away from her neck for what seemed like ages, and Santana knew there had to be a nasty looking mark left in her wake. But Rachel seemed proud of it judging by the self satisfied little smile on her face.

Rachel gently blew over the wet patch of skin, and Santana shivered.

“Felt like marking your territory, huh?”

“Maybe…” Rachel smiled, before kissing her way lower.

Santana figured none of Rachel’s past fucks were into nipple play, because when Rachel got to second base, she could tell Rachel was mimicking what Santana had done to her. Which wasn’t really a bad thing. Santana knew what she was doing, so Rachel copying her just made it seem like Rachel knew what she was doing.

So it was oh so upsetting when Rachel pulled away far too quickly for Santana’s liking, and started kissing lower down her body instead.

“Oh, you’re -” Santana cut herself off, licking her lips as she watched Rachel.

“Is that okay?” Rachel asked softly, stopping to look up at Santana with her mouth just a few inches shy of Santana’s pussy.

“Fuck, yeah, more than okay…” Santana replied with an eager nod. “I just - didn’t think you’d go for muff diving right away.”

Rachel wrinkled her nose up at the phrase, but pressed a soft kiss to Santana’s hipbone. “I’ll admit it’s something I’ve always been curious about…” she murmured. She dropped another kiss to Santana’s lower abdomen, then moved down to kiss along her inner thighs. “It’s an act that I certainly wouldn’t mind adding to my sexual repertoire…” she added in between kisses.

“Mm, you make it sound so sexy…” Santana purred, her words dripping with sarcasm.

“As sexy as ‘muff diving’?” Rachel shot back.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use and eat me already?” Santana asked, still holding onto Rachel’s ponytail and bucking her hips up slightly.

Rachel retaliated by grabbing onto Santana’s thighs, keeping her spread open and pressed down against the bed at the same time. She leaned in closer, hesitating at the last second like she had to steel her nerves, before just going for it.

Santana moaned at the initial contact, holding tight to Rachel’s hair but letting her go at her own pace. Which, Santana quickly found out, was much more erratic and scattershot now that she really didn’t know what she was doing.

“Fuck, Rach, it’s not a competition,” she breathed, gently tugging on Rachel’s hair to get her to back up a little. “It’s been a while for me, too. I just wanna enjoy the ride, okay?”

“I - Sorry…” Rachel whispered, licking over her lips and avoiding Santana’s gaze. “Do you, um… Any advice?” she asked sheepishly.

“You can start by taking your time…” she replied softly. “Just try to remember how it felt whenever you were on the receiving end of it, and try and mimic what felt good to you.”

Rachel remained quiet, still not looking up at Santana, or attempting to resume her oral work.

Fuck, Santana thought, getting enough information in Rachel’s silence to fill in the gaps of her sex life. Or at least enough to realize that Rachel’s sex life was nothing but gaps. With the guys she’d been with, Santana knew it couldn’t be good, but goddamn. It was way past the point of being even a little comical to her now.

Though Santana didn’t think she could be the best teacher. All her experience with guys was just lesson after lesson on what she definitely didn’t want. With her ex, they got to figure things out together. And in the limited hookups she’d had since moving to the city, there were only women who seemed way more experienced than her.

She took a deep breath, gently running her fingers through Rachel’s bangs to sweep them back out of her face.

“Just think about whatever feels good when you touch yourself, and turn it around on me. But with tongue,” she said. “I mean, use your fingers, too. Don’t let me limit your creativity. Just slow it down a little. And don’t just focus on the clit the whole time, either. That’s like, a total rookie mistake.”

“O-okay…” Rachel nodded. “Sorry for being such a drama queen about all this…” she added quietly, pressing a conciliatory kiss to Santana’s hip.

“Like I’d expect anything less…” Santana murmured. “But don’t worry, I plan on giving you lots of opportunities to practice until you’ve totally perfected your technique.”

Rachel cracked a smile at that, ducking her head bashfully and leaving a few more kisses in her wake as she traveled back to Santana’s center. She started again, working much more slowly this time, taking her time to just savor everything about the experience.

Santana let out a soft hum in satisfaction, going back to holding onto the base of Rachel’s ponytail, guiding her a little but mostly letting her explore on her own. She spread her legs wider for Rachel, folding her other arm behind her head so she could prop herself up and enjoy the view.

“Mm, better already, baby…” she breathed. “Just nice and slow for now. You can build up to more…”

Rachel hummed in response, sending a shiver up Santana’s spine.

Santana didn’t offer too many instructions after that, but wasn’t shy about praising Rachel either. She let her know what felt good, encouraged her to keep going, even told her how hot she looked.

Of course Rachel ate it all up.

But she had to back off after a while just to catch her breath. Feeling light headed, like she’d somehow been forgetting to breathe this entire time. “Still doing a good job?” she asked, tracing her index finger over Santana, following all the same paths her tongue had taken.

“Better than good…” Santana whispered, her hand sliding down to cradle Rachel’s jaw, her thumb brushing over her bottom lip that was slick and shiny from her juices. She raised her hand up to suck it clean and taste herself.

Rachel smiled proudly at that, her attention shifting downward again as she slowly started to push two fingers inside of Santana. Santana moaned, clenched tight around her, before relaxing into it. Rachel watched as Santana’s hips rolled with her movements, fucking herself deeper and deeper onto Rachel’s fingers.

She brought her other hand up to spread Santana open further, making it easier to get to her clit. She swirled her tongue around it, sucking gently, as her fingers started moving faster in and out of Santana.

“Fuck, baby, just like that…” Santana moaned, her hand tight in Rachel’s hair to keep her in place now. Rocking her hips up to press herself harder against Rachel’s tongue, and down again to fuck herself on her fingers. “I’m close…”

It only took a few more moments for Santana to chase down her orgasm, crying out as she came and spilled out all over Rachel.

Rachel didn’t stop. She just doubled down, working her fingers at a rapid pace inside Santana and eagerly lapping at her cunt until she got Santana to cum again.

“Fuck!” Santana cried, pulling Rachel in suffocatingly close and riding her tongue and fingers until her second orgasm subsided. She had to push Rachel back after that, her sensitive pussy desperate for a reprieve.

Rachel popped up from between her legs, a smile on her face as she crawled up the bed to lay down beside Santana. “Still good?” she asked.

Santana turned her head to look at Rachel, just to see most of the lower half of her face shining with her juices. She let out a breathless laugh, leaning closer to plant a sloppy kiss on Rachel’s lips - trying to taste herself more than she was actually trying to kiss Rachel. “You’re a fucking mess…” she mumbled, falling back against the pillows. “You must’ve really been dying to experiment like this.”

“I was. Eager, I mean…” Rachel whispered, keeping her eyes on Santana’s as she spoke. “But not just for an experiment, or experience points. That was nice, of course, but… Well, I couldn’t see myself doing this with just anyone. And you certainly aren’t just anyone.”

“Damn straight,” Santana smirked.

Rachel laughed.

“Imagine if we knew three years ago that we would end up here…” Rachel sighed. “We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of fighting.”

“Nah, I think we needed the build up,” Santana replied. “It was three years of very elaborate, drawn out foreplay.”

“Maybe you’re right…” Rachel chuckled. “Just promise me it won’t take three more years of arguments and insults before we have sex again.”

“Oh, I promise.”

“And hey, since you were so fond of the dress up idea, I’m sure I can dig up some old plaid skirts for you to wear next time…”

“Don’t push your luck, Berry.”

#glee #pezberry #rachel berry #santana lopez #pezberry fic #glee fic #mine #my fics #i THINK its an e rating bc like there is sex and its not totally graphic but its pretty descriptive???#idk man those differences confuse me #but it is blatant and not like flowery-ly glossed over lol so e it is #anyway no one perceive this lol thank you #oh and title taken from that one top 40 hit from like 8 years ago that i fucking hateee

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talkstothemoonandstars · 9 months

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Over the past couple of days there's been a lot of screaming and pearl-clutching about the USA Women's soccer team not singing along to the national anthem before their games at the World Cup.

Well, I'm watching the NFL's Hall of Fame game right now. As the national anthem was sung, the camera panned to various players and coaches, including Aaron Rodgers and the head coach of the NY Jets. NOT A SINGLE PLAYER OR COACH WAS SINGING. NOT A SINGLE ONE. ZERO. Most stood and stared straight ahead, a few closed their eyes.

Will these same people who whined that the women (world champions, mind you) who didn't actively sing should go home immediately and/or leave the USA, now say the exact same things about the male NFL players and coaches?

#national anthem #uswnt #world cup #hypocrisy #nfl football

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daydreamsturnedstories · 2 years

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Purple Flowers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

CW: drinking, cussing, reader being harassed.

This is the first thing I ever wrote so I think my style has changed a bit since then but yeah. 💗

Published on my WP: 12/6/21. Link to my WP in the navigate dropdown.

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Banners by @bring-me-to-sempiternal

Brooklyn, NY 2023

It's 9:00 p.m. and you walk into Jupiter Disco after an exhausting last-minute meeting with your editor. You hadn't really planned on going out today, but you really needed a drink after that whole ordeal. You walk up to the bar, sit down, and order a shot of tequila and a vodka soda, while you wait you hear somebody sit in the seat next to you. You down your shot and the drink next in one breath and ask the bartender for your next drink.

"Wow, somebody's trying to get a head start" you give them a glance and turn back to look at your phone. "I'm Mark" - you're internally cursing at yourself for acknowledging him in the first place – Mark extends his hand towards you; you turn slightly to shake his hand. "Hello Mark" "Bad night?" "Huh?" "Well, you chugged your drink and the furious typing on your phone" "It's for work, but it hasn't really been a good day either" "Well let's change that" – you really need to fight the urge to gag at his audacity – "Look, I just wanna have a drink in peace I'm really not interested, thanks"

He scoffs and you hear him mutter what a cunt "Excuse me, what did you call me?" "I said you're a cunt, I'm just trynna show you a good time" "And I said I wasn't interested it doesn't make me a cunt" "Yes it does you can't expect to walk into a bar looking like that and not get hit on" Furious you step down from your chair to walk away when he grabs your wrist, "Let go of me"

Out of the corner your eye you see a man approaching you two from the far-right corner of the bar. "Excuse me is there a problem here?" You turn to catch the man's pair of piercing blue eyes looking at you and down to your arm as you yank away from Mark's grasp. Mark scoffs annoyed and says "Hey buddy why don't you mind your business" "I am not your buddy, agent" Mark turns and stammers "Sergeant Barnes, sir I didn't see you there" "I asked you a question agent". He turns to you, looking down at you from his towering height, "Is this man bothering you?" You look up into his eyes "I was handling it, but yes as a matter of fact he is" Bucky smirks at you and raises an eyebrow as he turns back to Mark "I suggest you apologize and walk away" "O-of course sir, my apologies" and he quickly turns around to leave. Bucky grabs his shoulder "Wrong apology, buddy"

The agent turns to you and apologizes. You laugh and look him in the eye. Meanwhile, Bucky notices your hand movements as you move your rings from your left hand to your right and he tries to hold back his smile.

"See, that was such a heartfelt apology, so I'd like to say something if you don't mind." Mark nods at you and smiles. You smile back as you square your stance and land a punch on his face. He crouches and holds his nose. You lean into him and say, "If you ever try to pull that shit again, I guarantee your nose won't be the only thing bleeding" You straighten up, grab your clutch, and turn towards Bucky. "Good night, Sergeant"

You walk out of the bar without looking back and head towards your apartment. You were just a block in when you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Without stopping you say, "Is there a reason you're following me Sergeant Barnes" You stop and turn to see Bucky stopping just behind you. "My apologies doll" He extends his hand to you "James Bucky Barnes". Your eyes widened at the use of the pet name "I know" you smile, you take his hand in yours to shake it "Y/N/N"

"That's all I get?" He smiles at you and suddenly you feel like the air around you thickens. Snap out of it Y/N. "That's right" you smirk as he lets out a small laugh. "So, you were trailing me...?" "Right, I um I wanted to invite you to a drink or beer, your choice" he smiles as he nervously runs his gloved hand through his hair. OK, that's adorable you think as you bite the inside of your lip. "Hm thank you but I've kind of had enough with people for one night I'm just gonna head home" you go to turn around as he says "Can I at least walk you home, it's late" you smile at him "That'd be nice, thank you"

You start walking along the sidewalk, you can feel him looking at you "How'd you know it was me? Walking behind you I mean" you chuckle and turn to face him for a moment. "Your docs," you glance down at his lace up pair "they have a very distinct stomp" Bucky smiles at you, you bite your lip and continue your walk.

After a couple of minutes in comfortable silence, the only sounds surrounding you two being the packed streets of Brooklyn on a Friday night and your heeled boots, he interrupts it and says, "That was a pretty impressive punch, where'd you learn to fight?" You laugh. "Thanks, I mean I did tell you I was handling it" he laughs "That you did" you glance at each other and smile. "I grew up with my cousins, all boys so, you pick up a thing or two"

You shiver, the night suddenly a little colder and cross your arms for warmth. Bucky catches this out of the corner of his eye and wiggles his jacket off. "Here" "Oh, don't worry about it really we're not that far and I couldn't impose" "Please, take it Y/N/N" you both stop, and he places it on your shoulders, you lock eyes, and both look away nervously.

A couple more blocks pass, you're almost at your building when it starts pouring rain. You look towards Bucky shielding yourself with his leather jacket, "We're almost there let's run". You arrive at the building entrance laughing.

"Come up" Bucky looks at you, eyes wide, you give him a small smile. "I'm not gonna let you walk to your place in this rain, we can have that beer you wanted"

You reach your door, and you shake out your hair a bit, "ugh, I feel like a wet dog". Bucky laughs and scrunches up his nose, you smile and find yourself entranced by this adorable quirk. As you head in you take off your boots and turn to him "I could put those in the dryer for you if you want, I think you could wear one of my hoodies"

He looks at you incredulously and chuckles "how tall are you?" "5'2", what's your point?" Bucky laughs – again with that damn nose scrunch – "I think you just made that point yourself" you roll your eyes "I find your lack of faith disturbing Sergeant Barnes" "Please, call me Bucky" "I'll be right back, make yourself comfortable" you walk to your room.

Bucky sits down on your couch as he's looking around taking in your art deco style apartment, you call to him from your room "Bucky?" "Yeah?" "You can put some music if you want, I have some records, maybe there's something you might like"

You come out changed into a sweatshirt and biker shorts, with a hoodie in your hands and hand it to him, "the bathroom's right down the hall to your right" he smiles at you and thanks you. "Oh, and Bucky" he turns to look at you expectantly, "you don't need to keep your gloves on, just be you" you give him a soft smile and turn away. Your sweetness and acceptance caught him off guard, him being so used to hiding that part of him to not scare people off.

Bucky comes out of the bathroom to see you walking back to the couch with two beers. You set them down and say, "cute purple flowers sergeant" referring to the print on the front side of the hoodie as you laugh. He rolls his eyes playfully "I think they suit me" you both laugh you walk up to him "I'll be taking these" he throws you a wink and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

When you come back you see him putting on your Fleetwood Mac Rumours vynil. Surprised you go up to him with both beers and hand one to him smiling and say, "wait you like Fleetwood Mac?!" "well, it's on my list of things to listen to" "ahhh, you have a catch up with the times mission?" you both laugh "something like that" "hmm, can I help?" He looks at you and smiles, "I'd like that" you wink and smirk as you see his cheeks fill with a light pink flush – you had it coming to you Barnes.

With the rain not wanting to let up – not that either of you were complaining – you had finished two beers each and listened to the whole record while you tried not to interrupt him appreciating the music by telling him about the drama behind its recording. In truth if you asked, you'd see Bucky was loving your interruptions and how you got so into telling the story, with a twinkle in your eye and that slight flush on your cheeks from the alcohol.

You stand up to grab another beer, "hey are you hungry? cause I kind of have the munchies" he smiles at you "I could munch, need any help?" you smile and turn to the kitchen "I got it don't worry".

As you come back to the living room with a tray full of snacks and the beers. He stands up to help you set it down and you thank him. You guys talk about anything and everything feeling comfortable in each other's presence.

At one point he starts making the most awful dad jokes you have ever heard, and you cannot stop laughing to the point where you let out a small snort – yes, like a piggy. "Oh my God, ok enough jokes look what you did" he just keeps laughing, so genuinely it makes your heart flutter. "That is so embarrassing" as you take a swig of your beer, "I think it's cute, I like it" you blush and give him a small smile.

Bucky places his beer on the table and locks eyes with you as he shifts a bit closer to you on the couch. You swallow hard as he reaches for yours to do the same. He reaches to your face with his left hand and moves a strand of hair out of your face. "Buck-", he rubs his thumb across your cheek, "you are insanely beautiful, Y/N". You feel your face heat up unsure whether to attribute it to the alcohol or the gorgeous man sitting in front of you making you flustered. "You're not bad yourself, Barnes" as you smile at him and bite the corner of your lip. He laughs and flicks his tongue across his bottom lip as he leans towards you holding your face in his hands.

All the while his blue eyes - now darkened with desire, have not left your big y/e/c ones mirroring the same feeling. Bucky brushes his nose against yours and you can feel his breath against your lips. You both lean toward the other as he takes your lips in his in the most electrifying kiss you've ever felt. His right hand travels down your arm landing on your hip while his left remains in your hair pulling you in. Your arms travel to his neck as you deepen the kiss.

He grabs on to your hip and tugs you towards him so you're now straddling him. You smile into the kiss and tug a little on his hair causing him to let out a small moan as he bites and tugs on your bottom lip. He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on yours. As you're both catching your breath you smile at each other you give him a small sweet kiss and linger. You pull back a bit to look him in the eyes with the tiniest smirk and say, "well, I guess this is one way of catching you up" you both break out in laughter and he pulls you flush to him placing a kiss on your forehead.

You look him in the eyes and smile, silently thanking the universe for leading you to get that drink tonight.

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