#but also gonna work on being better about replying to what I feel like replying to without feeling bad for ignoring everything else

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[byanyan]

spent yesterday trapped in bed with what wasn't quite a migraine but was close enough that doing anything other than sleeping was a miserable time. so that was fun. feeling a lot more functional today though so I'm gonna be around to do some stuff

...also, pretty sure I've decided to go in and delete a bunch of drafts. not everything, but probably most of them. anything that's been plotted or even discussed a little, I'll be holding onto bc I still have muse for those, but a lot of the stuff that hasn't been plotted/is more inconsequential will be cleaned out. I took too much onto my plate (my own fault) and I just need to clean up a little so I feel less overwhelmed. if I drop our thread(s), I'm sorry, but we can get something new and fresh going sometime soon!!

[huntercoreene]

Measuring

Pairing: Caleb x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: Caleb's preparations for you before the first time you have sex

Word Count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, teasing, slice of life, caleb being a bit of a dork

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You and Caleb were laying down on the couch, enjoying the lazy afternoon sunset. He had his head on your stomach and you had your hand on his hair, brushing his soft strands.

You thought Caleb was asleep when he lifted the hand that was resting on your belly and stretched his thumb and index finger over your stomach.

“Caleb… what are you doing?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Nothing,” he replied to you as he quickly stopped what he was doing and hugged you tighter instead, you felt him nuzzle his head on your chest and smiled.

You knew he was up to something but you were also so comfortable. He had his weight partially on you, the warmth of his body that surrounded you and the comfort of his scent all around… it was impossible for you to keep your eyes from closing any longer.

Caleb sighed as he compared the distance he measured on your belly and the length of his member. “She’s too small… how is it gonna fit?” he said as he scratched his head with the top of his pen.

He knew when you two finally got close enough for it, it was going to be the first time for both of you. He had done his research, reading everything he could find on the subject, from research articles to smutty stories.

He knew he was bigger than average, much bigger and you were so damn tiny. His whole palm could cover the entirety of your stomach when he splayed it on your skin. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy comparing the difference in your sized but this was making him worry.

He picked up his special notebook and flipped it open. Extra big condoms were already taken care of. He had ordered them and they would arrive soon. He tapped his pen on the notebook, should I get some lube, too? He was confident he could make you wet enough to take him but he added it to his list just in case. It wouldn’t hurt to have it somewhere easily accessible.

He underlined the point that wrote ‘toys’. He knew logically that getting you loosened up and ready with smaller dildos could be helpful… buuuut he hated the idea of not being the first thing inside you. He scratched over the point that wrote dildos with force. No. Even imagining it was making him jealous.

Vibrators, he thought as his eyes settled on the word. He didn’t hate the idea of them but both vibrators and dildos had the risk of freaking you out on your first time so it was not gonna happen, either. His eyes flickered down to the last point on the toys section, his mechanical arm.

His face flushed with how lewd the thought was but he couldn’t stop himself from imagining it. He could calibrate his mechanical arm to stimulate vibrations. The thought of using it while fingering you had gotten him to the finish line a few times already. It was an afterthought though. He worried it would be too much for your first time, and to be honest he was unsure about using it at all in such a way. Still, he was working on how he could implement such a function — it was better to be prepared, after all. The biggest drawback of his mechanical arm was that he was not going to be able to feel you with it, even if his fingers were inside you... though he still would prefer to use his arm, something that was a part of him than a completely disconnected toy.

His mind slipped into imagining how your face could look like when he pleasured you and all the pretty noises you could make when he slipped his fingers in between your wet folds, getting you ready to take all of him… ah shit, he thought as he felt the familiar strain in his pants. He had slipped into the office to add things to his notebook while you were sleeping on the couch in the living room. The last thing he wanted was getting caught by you while he pleasured himself.

The thought of getting caught by you in such a situation was embarrassing but also… it was not helping how hard his cock has gotten.

“Ugh,” he groaned as he focused back to his notepad.

If possible, relieve yourself before you see her on the event.He added to his notes. He certainly didn’t want to come undone in his pants while in the middle of touching you, seeing how he was releasing precum already just thinking about it… he sighed with frustration. He could not let that happen and let you down.

“Caleb, where did you go?” came your voice from the door, making him jump from where he sat.

“Nothing,” he responded quickly and scrambled to cover his notepad. He was so focused on what he was doing and had not heard you come in, at all.

“What were you doing?” you walked closer to him.

He got up and covered his desk with his body. “Nothing important, are you hungry? It’s getting late. What do you want for dinner tonight?”

You acted like you were thinking before quickly reaching behind him to take his notepad.

“Pipsqueak!” you heard his voice drop an octave as he pulled the notepad away from your hands.

“What’s in there that got you so flushed?” You said as you reached to grab it back from him.

He raised his hands before he switched the notepad to his other hand as he held you away with his free one. “It’s classified.”

You jumped to reach to it — you were not going to give up that easily. “You keep classified notes on a cute notepad covered with stickers I gave you?”

“Yes, exactly. It makes me miss you less when you're not around,” his sweet words and caring voice gave you a pause as he left a kiss to the top of your head. “Now, come on, let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Fiine,” you gave up… for the moment.

He tried to be as swift as possible in his movement while covering your field of vision but you could be sneaky, too. You took note of it as he placed the notebook on top of the library. You were not gonna give up until you’ve figured out what could get Caleb so flustered.

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Part 2 is here

[robbysreaders]

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader  word count: 2k notes: Part 2 of ex!reader and babydaddy!jack (part 1 here)

It’s a Thursday night, and the hospital is slammed. Jack moves with purpose, flipping through a chart as he tugs off his gloves.

“I shouldn’t have planned this on a work night,” he mutters under his breath.

“Ooooh,” Dana croons behind him. “What are you planning?”

“None of your damn business,” he replies, glancing at the clock. “But I’m running late.”

Robby rounds the corner, already grinning. “Jack, get the hell out of here. I’m not getting blamed for you being late.”

Dana’s eyes narrow. “Wait. Robby knows?”

“He’s got a hot date with his baby mama,” Robby sings.

Dana’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s a new development.”

Jack points a finger at her. “That judgy tone is exactly why I don’t tell you anything.”

He makes it home, showers, changes. Somehow gets to your place in record time.

You expected him to be late — habit. But something about how hard he’s clearly tried… reminds you. He wants to get it right this time.

You open the door.

He’s standing there in a dark button-down and jeans, a single tulip in hand. His hair’s still damp. He gives you the full once-over — slow, reverent — before trying to mask it with a crooked smile.

“Wow,” he murmurs. “You look… unfair.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You gonna stand there all night, or let me lock the door?”

He thrusts the tulip forward like he just remembered it. “For you. I, uh, have the rest at home… if you want them later.”

You smile, tuck the tulip into your bag, and follow him out.

The restaurant is all string lights and exposed brick — cozy, familiar. The waiter asks what kind of day you’ve had before recommending wine.

Jack orders after confirming your favorites �� quiet, subtle. But he remembers.

“You nervous?” you ask, swirling your glass.

“A little,” he admits. “Feels like a first date. But also not. Feels like something we should’ve done a long time ago.”

“You mean back when we were living on boxed mac and cheese and resenting each other’s dishes in the sink?”

He chuckles. “Definitely not then.”

You watch him. Still Jack — dry, steady — but there’s something new softening him. Less guarded. More here.

Midway through dinner, you’re laughing about Beau’s vacuum obsession (“the Dyson phase,” Jack calls it), when he goes quiet.

“You know what I keep thinking about?” he says, thumb circling his glass.

“What?”

“That night before we split. You were packing for your parents’ place and I kept coming into the room for no reason. You finally said, ‘Jack, just say what you want to say.’”

You nod. You remember.

“I didn’t say it then. But I will now. I wanted you to stay. I just didn’t know how to ask without sounding selfish.”

Your heart tugs. You reach across the table, cover his hand. “You’ve gotten better at asking.”

He squeezes back. “Still learning.”

After dinner, you don’t go home right away. You wander the neighborhood, eventually winding up at the small park you take Beau to. The bench under the tree. The same bench where, once upon a time, everything started.

You pause. “Jack Abbot. We are not where I think we are, are we?”

He shrugs, smirk tugging at his lips. “Thought I’d ease you back in. Familiar territory.”

You lean in first this time. The kiss is slow, deep, and familiar — but not stuck in the past. There's something new now. Steady. Chosen.

He pulls back, breathless. “You still do that thing with your tongue. Drives me insane.”

You grin. “I know.”

Silence settles, warm and buzzing. Like the world has narrowed down to just the two of you.

“So,” Jack says. “How do we feel about another date?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Whether I get to make out with you after the next one too.”

He leans in, barely an inch from your mouth. “Oh, I think we can arrange that.”

You laugh — real and bubbling. Something you haven’t heard from yourself in a long time.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I missed this.”

You nod. “Me too.”

But after a beat, something shifts. You glance down. “Why now?”

He tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

“Part of me still wonders why it took this long.”

Jack pauses. Not defensive. Just thoughtful.

“Because I didn’t trust myself. With you. With the whole thing. I didn’t think I could want something this badly and not wreck it. I had to be sure I could be better — for you, for Beau. For me.”

You exhale. “I didn’t need perfect.”

“I know that now,” he says softly. “But I had to unlearn a lot of things I didn’t even know I was carrying.”

You glance back up. “I’m still scared.”

Jack threads his fingers through yours. “Me too.”

“What if we hurt each other again?”

“We will,” he says. “But I’m not walking away this time just because something feels heavy. And I’m not letting you carry it alone.”

He walks you home, hands laced. At your door, he lingers.

“I’m not coming in,” he says, voice rough. “But I want to.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to do this right. Not fast. Not because I can’t stand being apart — though I can’t — but because I want it to last.”

You kiss him — soft, slow, steady.

When you pull back, you whisper, “Okay. Go home.”

He nods. “Second date?”

“Next week.”

He kisses your knuckles, walks away. Turns back at the end of the block to wave like it’s something he’s allowed to do again.

And for the first time in years, you lock the door feeling full — not with ache, not with hope. Just full.

–

A few days later, the call from school comes mid-meeting.

Beau’s sick. Fever. Glassy-eyed. Curled up in the nurse’s office with his backpack clutched to his chest.

You’re already halfway to your car when you text Jack:

you: just got a call from school. beau’s sick. i’m going to get him now. jack: shit. can i call you in 5? you: kinda swamped but yeah.

He calls in three.

“Hey,” he says, already out of breath. You can hear the hum of the hospital behind him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just scrambling. I’ve got back-to-back meetings and now—”

“I’ll handle it,” he cuts in. “I can be at your place in an hour. I’ll rearrange some stuff.”

“You’re on days now—are you sure?”

“It’s fine,” he says, too quickly. “I got it.”

You pause. Something in his voice makes your stomach twist. But you let him go.

An hour and a half later, Beau’s napping on the couch under two blankets. You’re at the kitchen table, trying to focus on your laptop. He’s flushed, quiet, lightly snoring.

Jack knocks once, then pushes the door open. Still in scrubs. He sets a pharmacy bag on the counter.

“Tylenol, apple juice, saltines.”

“Thanks,” you say softly.

He nods, drops into the chair across from you, scrubbing a hand through his hair. He looks tense. Coiled. Like he hasn’t really stopped moving.

“I didn’t think they’d let you leave,” you say.

“I told them it was an emergency. Robby gets it. I owe him now.”

“Jack—”

“It was an emergency,” he snaps. “He’s my kid.”

“I know. But you didn’t have to blow up your whole day to prove that.”

He exhales hard, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m trying to show up. That’s what you said you needed. That’s what I said I’d do.”

You pause. “I don’t need you to self-destruct to prove you care. That’s not showing up — that’s burning out.”

His jaw clenches. Then something in him falters. Just slightly.

“I panicked,” he admits. “I heard ‘sick’ and I thought—”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. Just shakes his head.

You reach across the table and take his hand. “I did too.”

A few hours later and things seem stable. Beau’s fever is stubborn but manageable, hovering near 101. You’re rotating fluids, letting him nap between cartoons. Jack’s perched at the edge of the couch, monitoring him like he’s waiting for a second shoe to drop.

“Mind hanging around?” you ask. “I’ve got one last call and then I can take over.”

“Don’t mind at all,” he murmurs. “We can combine forces. Date night with our sick kid — romance is alive and well.”

It’s just past 8 p.m. when things go sideways.

Beau stirs on the couch, body twitching, limbs stiffening in an unnatural rhythm.

“Shit—make sure he doesn’t fall.”

“Jack,” you say, panic rising, “what’s happening?”

“Febrile seizure,” he says, already shifting to the floor beside Beau, bracing his body as a barrier. “He’ll be okay. He’ll be okay.”

It lasts less than thirty seconds. It feels like a lifetime.

As soon as it passes, Jack scoops him up.

“We’re driving. Faster than an ambulance.”

You’re in the back seat, one hand on Beau’s knee, the other gripping the car door.

“Jack, I’m scared. Is he going to be okay?”

Beau’s voice is faint. “Mommy, I don’t feel good.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you whisper. “We’re going to see Daddy’s doctor friends.”

Jack’s on the phone with Shen.

“Headed in now. Just had a febrile seizure. He’s alert but out of it. Temp was 101.3 about 20 minutes ago. Not responding to acetaminophen. Gave 7.5 mL six hours ago, again an hour ago. Pulse ox was 97. Resps were 32 last time I checked. ETA four minutes.”

“Mommy, I’m tired.”

“Keep him awake.”

“I’m trying.” You cup his face. “Hey baby, should we sing your song?”

You’re halfway through the third round of You’ve Got a Friend in Me when the hospital comes into view.

Shen and a nurse are waiting at the curb. They get Beau on a gurney, Jack walking alongside, rattling off the last twelve hours like a script he’s memorized.

“Hey buddy,” Shen says gently. “Heard you’re not feeling too great. We’re gonna run some tests, get you patched up. Sound okay?”

“‘kay,” Beau croaks. “Am I gonna miss my baseball game?”

Jack smiles, brushing hair off his forehead. “Probably. But when you’re better, we’ll go to a Pirates game. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You’re standing in the corner of the exam room, arms wrapped tight around yourself, blinking hard against the overhead lights.

Jack joins you. Wraps an arm around your shoulder. Pulls you in. And that’s when you finally break.

“Shhh,” he whispers, stroking your back. “He’s okay. We’re okay.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “I couldn’t have done this alone. I froze. I failed.”

“You didn’t fail. You leaned on me.” His voice is low, steady. “We’re a team.”

The tests come back clean. No complications. The fever finally breaks.

By the time you’re discharged, Beau’s asleep in your arms.

Jack stops at the central desk to grab papers. Shen pats him on the shoulder.

“Sorry if I overreacted,” Jack says, dragging a hand down his face. “I didn’t know how different it’d feel when it’s your own kid. He’s just so little.”

“You did the right thing,” Shen says. “Go get your family home. Get some rest.”

–

Jack parks in your driveway. The engine clicks off. You’re still half-listening to Beau’s sleepy breathing in the back seat when Jack says, quiet:

“Can I stay over?” You glance at him. “Just to make sure he’s okay tonight.”

You nod. “Of course.”

Back inside, you toe off your shoes, lay Beau gently in the center of your bed. He curls instinctively toward your pillow.

You’re brushing your teeth when Jack appears in the doorway holding two glasses of water.

“Here,” he says. “Uh… where would I find extra bedding? I’ll set up the couch.”

You look at him. Tired. Beautiful. Still trying.

“Don’t be weird,” you say softly. “Bed’s always been big enough for the three of us.”

He smiles. Follows you into the room without another word and for the second time this week, you fall asleep feeling full. But this time, you feel a little less afraid.

[silens-oro]

Do I Divide and Pull Apart?

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Jack Abbot x Attending!Reader

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Synopsis: Night shift is down an attending and Dr. Robby has volunteered you to fill the space in the interim. Dr. Abbot may or may not have made the request for you specifically. Word Count: 2.9k Content Warning: Typical warnings for The Pitt, medical inaccuracies A/N: idk what this even is, but I started it and here we are. please comment & reblog :)

“What did I ever do to you, Robby?” You followed him from room to room as he visually checked in on patients, which led to the nurses station he was currently leaning on with you hovering anxiously next to him. 

“Other than becoming my star pupil, who is exemplary in the field of medicine?” He replied sarcastically, not looking up from the chart he was scrolling through on the tablet in his hand. “Nothing, I assure you.” He pushed his glasses up from where they slid down to the tip of his nose. 

“Then why am I, your ‘star pupil’, being punished?” You used finger quotes, staring unrelentingly at your Chief Attending. Robby sighed, setting the tablet down on the nurses station. He plucked his glasses off and squeezed the bridge of his nose before giving you one of his looks. The ‘please do not push back on me right now’ look that you had seen him give Langdon and Santos countless times when he needed cooperation, but rarely to you because you generally went with the flow. 

But not with this. This you definitely did not flow with. 

“This is not a punishment.” He said with a sigh, putting his glasses back on to resume charting as he shook his head.  

“It feels like a punishment.” You argued right back, because he was throwing you to the proverbial wolves. Or the actual wolves, because who knew what freaks came out on night shift. 

“It’s not. Look, I’m doing Jack a favor by doing this, alright? He’s down an attending and needs the backup for a few weeks until they can get everything sorted out, and then you’ll be back here in the land of rainbows and eternal sunshine.” He did some hand gestures to accompany his promise.

“You are so wildly funny, you know that?” You responded, completely deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“See that humor? You’ll fit right in.” His easy going voice was starting to grate on you as he dismissed everything you were saying to him. It was his way of working you down, to lead you into a false sense of security so he could get a yes out of you. He didn’t need your approval, but knew everything functioned better when everyone was on board. 

“They can smell fear, Robby, the patients and the staff. I know they can —Dr. Abbot especially. Why don’t you send Langdon? I think we can all agree that he's a wonderful sacrifice.” 

“His wife just had a baby.” He looked at you over his glasses. “You know this.”

“But he didn’t have the baby, and she'd agree with me. That’s favoritism on your end, Robby, and it is highly frowned upon.” You shot back, making Robby’s forehead scrunch up with how high his brows raised. “What about Collins?”

“Nope, I need her here.” Robby dismissed the suggestion. 

“And you don’t need me?” You tried not to sound offended, but you were grasping at any straws you could grab ahold of to keep you amongst the daywalkers. Robby sighed your name, stressing the Doctor that came before it. 

“Neither of them are attendings. You are. I need you to do this for me. Please. I promise you that you’re making a big deal out of this for nothing.”

“Because it is a big deal.” You said through clenched teeth. “They’re gonna chew me up and spit me out, Robby. It’s an absolute freakshow at night.” He couldn’t stop the breathy chuckle that escaped him at your theatrics. He knew he was asking a lot, but he also knew you’d be just fine under Jack’s tutelage -you’d thrive, he’d go so far as to say. In more ways than one.

“You’re gonna be fine,” He reassured you with a heavy hand on your shoulder. He gave it two pats before he looked down at his watch and set the tablet down on the charging block and taking off in the direction of North 2. 

“We’re still talking about this.” You chased after him, his long legs aiding in his escape as you needed to take three quick steps for every one of his long strides. “I thought you liked me.” You whispered sharply, not wanting the conversation to carry over to the patients, but it did gain Dana’s attention as her eyes watched the both of you go off past the HUB and to North 2. 

“You know what they say about assumptions, kid. And what was that thing about favoritism?” Robby threw a teasing grin your way before pulling the curtain back to reveal a teen boy with a very broken collarbone from a skateboarding accident. Mohan was already in the room, getting things ready for him to walk her through getting the kid stabilized, but she still watched the interaction play out curiously as her hands worked. 

“Can you please check on the kids while I sort this out?” That was his form of a dismissal if you ever heard one. You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head as he snapped a pair of blue gloves on and you took off in the direction of where Santos and Whitaker were bickering in hushed whispers, and Javadi was nowhere to be seen. They both scattered in opposite directions when they saw you headed their way, a heavy frown masking your usual perky appearance and a dark cloud following behind you.  

“Don’t let it wig you out, kid.” Dana came up next to you and put her arm around your shoulder to pull you into her side as you both walked. “Who knows, maybe you’ll like the night shift.” The involuntary look you shot her had her cackling as she playfully pushed you in the direction of South 6, where you needed to get an update from Whitaker. 

You, in fact, did not like the night shift. Everything felt off, wrong, and just slightly too askew from the way you functioned on days. Even though it was only your first night on, you couldn’t wait for this to end. 

Jack’s eyes followed you worriedly as you tried your best to hold yourself together as you made a break for the door that led to the stairwell. 

“The MVA in South 8 —she knew the kid.” Jackie, one of the night nurses, filled him in. “She just let the family know.” 

“Shit,” Jack breathed out, running a hand through his hair. “We all good here for a few minutes?” She looked at the board and nodded. 

“Everyone’s taken care of for now. Do what you have to do.” 

Jack didn’t know a ton about you other than the fact that you were an excellent doctor, had a great bedside manner, and you used humor to fill spaces of silence. You hadn’t been an open book when you showed up for your first shift, but the first few pages were turned and he got to see a glimpse of what little you were willing to show. He knew you, of you, from your years at the hospital, but he never worked directly with you as he had tonight. 

You were familiar with the other residents and interns, the nurses and charge nurse of night shift. You were familiar with Jack, but you didn’t have a relationship with him like Robby did. His ways of teaching intimidated you when you first interned at PTMC, and you had gravitated to Robby’s more approachable methods of getting the job done. Not to say that Jack wasn’t an excellent trauma doctor, because he was one of the best, but while Robby was more orthodox and by the book, Jack was unorthodox. A cowboy of the ED, if you will.

You felt like a city girl dropped into the wild west. The faces were familiar —you’d overlapped with these people day in and day out over handoffs, but you didn’t know them. Not like you knew Robby, Collin’s, Mohan, Langdon, McKay, and Dana -or the nurses that kept you all sane, Jesse and Perlah in particular. Even the interns you had gotten to know, teaching them all you could -and they responded well to your patience and instruction. You already missed the panic that seemed to settle in Whitaker’s face every time you were in the room with him as he went through a procedure he’d never done before. That was just his face, you learned after the first week with him on, but he grew on you like a weed and your guidance seemed to help build his confidence.    

The personalities on night shift were so different, and in a way you guessed that they had to be a little off their rockers to work nights. And still, they welcomed you on. Jack had shaken your hand when you came in at 6:45pm, instead of 6:45am, and Robby gave your shoulder another pat as you started your shift in what you felt was an alternate universe. There had to be a Twilight Zone episode about this kind of thing, Right?

And Jack…you might as well have been hit by a truck the first time you saw him working within the first hour of the shift. You happened to be walking by trauma bay when your eyes caught the way the muscles of his forearms twitched and flexed as he helped reset a broken tibia and you lost yourself for the briefest of moments before you looked up and saw he was already looking at you with that stare he was known for. You scurried from the door, feigning your attention being called from elsewhere just so you could distance yourself from the enigma that was Dr. Abbot.

From then on you avoided him when you could, taking every case you could get in on where you could guide a resident or intern because this was a teaching hospital and you were an attending physician. 

But all of that had been forgotten, thrown to the wayside when you met the ambulance outside after getting the page for an MVA —kid hit on a bike. Ellis stuck to you, instantly gravitating to how you worked with absolute certainty with every movement of your hands and every direction you gave her earlier in the night. But as you worked on the kid who wasn't going to make it, she saw the cracks you tried to keep hidden.

“This is very uh…Blair Witch of you,” Jack greeted awkwardly, trying to break the tension you cocooned yourself in. If it was any other situation you would’ve found humor in what he said (and the way he said it) because you were standing alone in the dark corner of a stairwell like an absolute freak, but you needed just a single goddamn second to collect yourself without someone, him especially, meddling. 

“I just need a minute.” You shot your arm out, palm vertical to stop him from coming closer. Your forehead rested against the cool cinder blocks that made up the stairwell, trying to push down the wave of tears that tried to tsunami their way out of you. Your other palm was pressed against your mouth to stop the sob that was also building in your lungs, along with the nausea that accompanied the clenching of your stomach.  

Death wasn’t anything new in the ED, and it wasn’t new to you, but the brutal death of your neighbor’s seventeen year old kid? A kid you babysat when he was just a little shit, wreaking havoc in a way that only a nine year old boy could. A kid who thought it was so cool that you were going to be a doctor (when you were just a med student at the time). The same kid who wanted to follow in your footsteps — who busted his ass in high school so he could get accepted into a great pre-med program. That same kid who was now on his way to the morgue. 

The world was crueler than most people knew. 

All of his life —his achievements, his dreams and aspirations— were all for nothing because he was already hanging by a thread when the ambulance made it to the bay of the ED, and realistically you knew he wasn’t going to make it when you started working on him, but that didn’t stop you from trying with everything you had —pulling every trick you could from up your sleeve. 

Sometimes it just didn’t matter. 

Sometimes everything you had wasn’t enough. 

Sometimes when someone’s number is up, it’s up no matter how cruel and unfair it was. 

Young or old, rich or poor, good or bad. Death came for everyone. 

It didn’t matter how many chest compressions you did, how many times that bag pushed air into his lungs. It didn’t matter what was pumped into him. Still, you did everything you could —you knew that, but it was still devastating. 

Sometimes…that’s just the way it was. It didn’t make it hurt any less, even when the patient was a stranger. Every person you lost was somebody’s someone in some capacity, and you kept a space in your heart for them because you were the last person to hold their life in your hands in this plane of existence. 

“I became a doctor to help people —to make a difference.” Your voice broke as you spoke. Words vomited from your lips in a torrent you couldn’t stop, even though you wanted to. The last thing you wanted was for Jack Abbot to see you breaking down in real time over something you should be able to keep your spine straight over. You were seasoned, professional, but sometimes even the best broke.

“You do.” Jack said simply as he watched you with a small frown tugging his lips down. “You helped that family. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but they knew you. Knew you did everything you could to save that kid.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants. “They’re hurting right now, but knowing it was you who was with him in the end had to be a small comfort —that he wasn’t alone or with a stranger.” 

“Or they blame me for losing him.” You said as the air bounced from your lungs in an attempt to keep a sob at bay.

“They could, it’s not unusual for us to be the first brunt of grieving families.” He said with a shrug. “But you know you did everything to the best of your ability, of anyone’s ability.” He took slow steps forward like he was approaching a wild animal, his eyes trying to catch yours.

“Do not blame yourself for this. I checked the charts. No one was surviving that, not with the damage he had. The fact that he was still alive when he got here was a miracle in itself —you don’t need me to tell you that.” You nodded, eyes burning as they stared at the floor so you could try to bury the pain you felt. Jack felt a tightness in his chest when you finally looked up at him, eyes bloodshot with fat tears welled on your lash line under the dim, fluorescent lighting of the stairwell. He took a few more cautious steps forward until he has right in front of you.

“He was just about to turn eighteen. He got accepted into UPenn for undergrad last month.” You took a deep, shuddering breath. “He wanted to be a doctor.” Your voice got choked up. “He looked up to me, you know? He used to ask me every question under the sun about what I did, the good and the bad. The cool things I got to see.” You wiped under your eyes as Jack let you talk. “He wanted to be a doctor.” You repeated, scoffing through the tears that kept building. “I helped him study for the MCAT even though he wasn’t going to take it for a few years because he wanted to be prepared. I gave him every resource I had because he was really serious about it. The kid was smart, Jack. So goddamn smart. He could’ve made a difference.” You shook your head, biting your lip to keep your composure, shrugging apathetically. “And now he’s gone.”

“It’s tough,” Jack finally responded, tilting his head down slightly and rolling his eyes up to catch yours in a snare that you couldn’t escape. “You should’ve let me take him when you realized who was coming in.”

“I know.” You nodded, “but I didn’t have a second to hesitate. If he had a chance, I needed to act then and there. I know you know that.” He nodded, his hands releasing themselves from his pockets to cross over his chest. “Didn’t matter anyway.” 

“It always matters, even when you’re fighting a losing battle.” His hand came up to rest on your arm, lighting flames through your scrubs and straight through to your skin. He squeezed ever so slightly, a sign of silent comfort he knew you needed in that moment in the silent stairwell. You gave him a sad smile, letting him know you appreciated the gesture. The smile slowly fell with his hand as he returned it back to the pockets of his pants, but you noticed his hand clenching into a fist and unclenching when it was out of sight.  

“You gonna be alright?” He asked, his voice low and raspy as he never took his eyes off of you. You took a deep breath, releasing it with a nod. As unnerving as you used to think his eyes were, you didn’t feel that now. It was a lifeline, a preserver that was thrown out at sea to rescue you from a capsized vessel that was quickly taking in water.  

“Yeah, I just uh.” You cleared your throat, wiping your cheeks with the long sleeve of your undershirt. “I need to collect myself and I’ll be right back out there.” Jack studied you for a few moments, not believing you, but choosing not to comment on it all the same. 

“You sure?” He asked once more, giving you an out if you needed it. You stood up a little straighter, locking away the sorrow that filled your features just moments ago, and nodded. 

“The world keeps turning.” Was your answer. 

“Yeah…it does.” Jack breathed out. 

“We don't get the option to just stop. I’ll meet you back out there.” He nodded, brows creased together in thought before opening the door to the ED. Noise flowed into the small chamber, echoing up and up and up the ascension of stairs until you couldn’t differentiate any of the noise from one loud muffled sound. You watched as he left, the door closing slowly behind him as he resumed his duties like he never stopped to begin with. 

What the hell were you doing here?

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[theprioryorange]

team bonding | a jackieshauna x fem!reader series (part one)

pairing(s): jackieshauna x fem!reader

summary: in which jackie and shauna have been at each other’s throats for weeks now, bickering over the most insignificant things. one night after they have a ‘private talk’, they approach you with a confession & an idea which can help them bond and mend their friendship. (or! jackieshauna have a threesome with the reader to solve their issues because they both have been crushing on you for a while...)

tags ⎯⎯ ✦ best friends to lovers, threesome, rivals to lovers, smut, fluff, hints of angst, power bottom!jackie taylor, dom!jackie taylor, power bottom!shauna shipman, dom!shauna shipman, service top!reader, sub!reader, teasing, slight bullying, powerplay, face sitting, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation, praise, petnames, light bondage, slight voyeurism, edging 𝝑𓏲

warnings!: nsfw, graphic smut, explicit language, 18+ (minors pls don't interact!)

word count: 11.9k+

a/n: this is my first ever time posting any of my yellowjackets fics of mine on here so i hope you all enjoy, i’m also going to be posting this to ao3, my username is jurinsanna if you guys ever read stuff on there :) w/ this fic although it's fem!reader i have tried to make it as inclusive as possible, there's no like super descriptive parts about the reader (their body type, skin colour etc.) so i hope nobody feels excluded

oh also the reader has glasses lol

It had been four weeks in the wilderness and Shauna was seriously pissing you off.

“I can’t believe we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere and you’re still concerned about being better than me”, you groaned as you fed the fire more wood.

She looked at you and failed to see how you shifted under her gaze. “We’re gonna be rescued soon, asshat. I want to just keep up with my studies.” You tried not to laugh at how utterly ridiculous that entire sentence was; only a girl like her would be worried about her grades in a literal life-or-death situation.

Shauna’s most-likely snappy rebuttal was cut off as you both heard an impatient voice cough behind you. Jackie Taylor stood with all the confidence you expected of a popular high school soccer captain. She looked pissed off too. You fought the urge to roll your eyes but also bit back a little smile, it was always so funny when she was annoyed. She had been very annoyed recently, it seemed her and Shauna were arguing 24/7 about nothing and everything. Like fire and ice. They hadn’t seemingly meshed well in the past few days, it looked to be more than the fact the tensions were high and stress amongst the team was seemingly contagious.

“What are you two doing?” Jackie asked, eyes flittering between you like she was looking for something that wasn’t there.

“Sitting by the fire, what else would we be doing?” Shauna replied for the both of you, the fire hitting her eyes, giving the brown irises specks of gold that make you try to reign in the pull of desire you felt in your chest. Your classmate’s big brown eyes had been a weakness of yours ever since you had first met.

“I don’t know”, the confidence that seemed to be held in your captain dissipated in seconds. Jackie’s shoulders deflated and she uncrossed her arms like a child scolded. It seemed like only Shauna could do that, and maybe you, but there hadn’t really been  a chance for you to confirm that yet.

Captain Taylor was petty and bitter for a reason you couldn’t work out, you and Shauna could tell she wanted to say something else but couldn’t think of anything (much to her own embarrassment). You filled in the silence that was beginning to teeter on awkward: “Umm, well, do you want to sit with us?”, coughing awkwardly, you tried to avoid Shauna’s irritated glare.

“Okay”, the standing girl said with a voice that suggested she was pleased as punch, sitting directly next to you on the other side.

Sitting directly in between Shauna and Jackie was certainly interesting, the contrast between them always made you giggle, and shiver. Shauna sat with her legs apart, manspreading, her jeans splattered with mud and the blood of an animal you could not remember, her nails were short and blunt. They were painted as black as the abyss. Jackie’s manicured nails looked odd in comparison, and in general too, since you had been in the wilderness for around a month now. Her legs were crossed, and the shorts showed off the scrapes and bruises that littered her calves (her very perfect calves). Gulping, you looked ahead and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“What?” Shauna asked you directly, fixing you with a suspicious glare, sometimes you wondered if she knew about the way you felt for her and her best friend. You tried to brush the thought aside, she was probably just being broody as usual.

“What?” You threw back, panic rising in your throat, “why are you looking at me like that?”

She doesn’t answer and lets up her gaze, instead staring into the fire once again, you try to push down the taste of disappointment. You had really wanted an answer to that question, every time the brunette looked you in the eyes it produced a feeling inside your chest that was akin to melting. The feeling of disappointment however was short-lived as soon you felt a weight on your other shoulder, the side that Jackie was sitting next to you; her head resting on your shoulder comfortably. Oh, Jesus Christ, you flushed bright red, sending a silent prayer to whatever God was listening that neither of them would notice how flustered you were from such a simple, friendly gesture.

It turned out either God didn’t exist, or if He did, that He was not listening, as when you gained enough courage to turn back to Shauna, her eyes met your own. You looked away quickly but didn’t miss the flash of something jealous that passed across her face. It at first made sense to you, really, she and Jackie were such close friends, or used to be, she was probably just jealous that you two were closer now. You and Jackie were childhood best friends after all.

Shauna currently hated the other girl though, so that jealousy was curiously placed. Or… you were just misinterpreting it.

“Dude, I’m so serious if we don’t get out of here soon, I’m gonna go insane”, Jackie’s voice penetrated the silence. She sounded stressed, a plausible reason why she was practically laying on you.

“We’re going to be fine, ok?”, you didn’t fully believe the words yourself but said them anyways as you gazed at her with concern swimming in your eyes, wanting to comfort your captain more than anything else. Shauna made a noise of amusement beside you, causing you to turn to her with a glare, it always seemed like they were unknowingly battling for your attention. Or at least you constantly struggled to decide who to give it to.

“What’s so funny?”, Jackie asked her best friend, voice laced with disgruntlement.

“I’m just thinking about how when we get back, I’m gonna kick Y/N’s ass on the midterm”, Shauna’s voice was light, and you could tell she was a) not intending to hurt your feelings and b) genuinely excited to compete against you again academically. It made you nostalgic somewhat, remembering all those times you compared test scores when you were little.

“You’re so not”, your reply came quickly and made the other laugh.

“I remember when we quizzed each other on enzymes, you barely got four out of ten”, Shauna was quick to remind you, making you flush. It wasn’t what she had said that had made you redden (seriously, you didn’t care all that much for biology right in that moment… at least not the stuff they taught on the Wiskayok curriculum), it was her tone. All playful and almost sultry.

Beside you two, Jackie groaned; “God, you two are such nerds.” She had never been interested in school as much as Shauna and you were – which was funny considering she did actually maintain straight As.

You and the other girl both turned towards your captain with matching twin glares, “We’re really not”, you protested.

She reached a hand up and playfully wiggled your glasses, “These tell me otherwise”,  you heard Shauna snort behind you and tried not to flush. “I don’t know why you’re laughing, Shipman, you’re even worse”, Jackie laughed, carefully taking them off of you, you were about to protest, your vision already going a little blurry, but she soon was leaning over you. The dark blonde was pressed flush against you as she placed your glasses on Shauna, pushing them up the bridge of the brunette’s nose as she protested.

You tried not to squeal like a loser as you looked at Shauna, Jesus, the glasses were really cute on her.

“Looking good, Shipman”, Jackie teased. The taller girl huffed and took them off, handing them back to you with an apologetic glance. “Aww come on”, the popular girl protested. Jackie turned to you, a small smirk making its way gradually across her lips. “Don’t you think she looks good with your glasses, Y/N?”.

The question made you nearly faint, why was she asking that? It was clear Jackie knew what she was doing, from the way she was glancing at the two of you.

“Umm”, you hesitated, putting your glasses back on, of course you thought Shauna looked gorgeous no matter what, but it was embarrassing having to compliment someone so close to you. Especially when you had a massive crush on them and the person currently teasing you both. You turned to look at Shauna, instantly wishing you hadn’t, her big brown eyes held so much expectancy, she looked like a kicked puppy.

“Well? Did I look okay with them on?”,  she asked you.

The way she was looking at you made you want to cry. “Yeah, they look nice on you”,  your reply was quiet and nervous.

A small smile appeared on her face; you couldn’t see her teeth, but you could tell it was genuine. You couldn’t, however, tell that she was blushing. Jackie could though, ever so perceptive when it came to her best friend (and you, it seemed). “Aww, Shipman’s blushing”,  Jackie teased, she was still half leaning on you and didn’t appear to want to move anytime soon.

“I’m not blushing”, Shauna’s response was blunt but there was a hint of shaky embarrassment in her tone.

“Sure”,  Jackie drawled, not seeming to believe her. You didn’t know what to believe, mind too occupied with trying to figure out why Shauna cared so much about your opinion.

Soon they were both looking at you again, their gazes making you feel warm all the way down to your toes. Shauna took a moment to look at Jackie, before standing up, “I need to go help Taissa chop some wood, when it gets darker it’ll be too cold to do it”, her words made the feeling of desperation buzz in your chest. You didn’t want her to go, you wanted to stay there forever in between them on the cut-down tree trunk, saying nothing and doing nothing but listening to each other breathe.

“Duty calls”, you replied a little curtly, fighting the urge to lean into Jackie and fall asleep, she was so warm, and you were so cold.

Jackie stayed silent and Shauna made a move to leave, but not before pausing a moment to shoot a request to her best friend: “Could you meet me by the back of the cabin in like an hour? I need to talk to you about something.” The words made you nervous, even though they weren’t directed towards you, but Jackie didn’t seem to mind, instead giving her a thumbs up of approval before letting her arm drop again and wrap around your waist. After a moment she grabbed your arm and put it over her shoulder, your arm resting against her chest.

You and Jackie sat there for a while, your head leaned against hers, you could feel her heartbeat against the back of your arm, and it made you so tired you began to drift off. When you woke there was no one there but you, somehow the other had left without waking you up and had laid you down carefully on the log, leaving quickly, but not before laying a blanket over you.

The night air was cool, the fire had burnt out hours ago, and the hairs on your arms stood up as you wrapped the blanket tighter around you, standing to go inside. You could hear the other girls chatter inside and felt rather like you were about to go inside your home, it was odd how comfortable you all had gotten in that cabin. You wondered if in other circumstances the same sort of thing would have happened, the closeness. The door was opened slowly as you shivered on the porch, the girls went quiet at the site of you.

“Hey”,  Lottie spoke first, “you okay?”.

She looked concerned and you swallowed the feeling of affection that rose in your throat. These people were teammates, friends, fellow survivors, but they weren’t your family, you couldn’t think of them as such. The softness Van and Nat were looking at you with told a different story. “Uh, yeah, just fell asleep out there”, you said quietly.

Tai shot you a strained smile, “You want some food?”, she offered you an unremarkable selection of food: deer and berries. Your stomach made a sound as if it could see the food as well as your eyes could, Tai laughed a little, her smile real this time as she watched you grab a handful of berries.

Eating them quickly, you glanced around the room, “Where’s Jackie and Shauna?”, you asked.

Their places were empty and the girls around you shrugged, all except Misty, she regarded you with wandering eyes as she spoke; “They’re outside the back of the cabin, said they needed to talk privately.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion; they had been there all this time? Surely you had been asleep for at least two hours, what “private conversation” took more than an hour?

“I’m gonna go look for them”,  you said, leaving no room for argument, walking past the girls and through the cabin till you were outside, this time leaving through the back entrance.

It was so dark you had to squint to see, even with your glasses on. Everything seemed still, all that could be seen was the lining of the forest. Trees for miles. You began to grow worried, searching with a little more fervour for the two girls as you realized it was way too cold and way too dark for them to be out here alone. Still not seeing much, you went round to the side of the cabin, near an area of forest, your ears were suddenly greeted with an assortment of sounds: rustling, heavy breathing, moans?

“Hello?”, you called out, thoroughly flustered.

The sounds stopped, before being replaced with muttered curses and panicked shuffling. “Shit, uh- hey”, Jackie appeared from behind a tree and approached you slowly, as if you were a feral cat and would run off with any sudden movement. She looked positively debauched, her hair was messed up and her t-shirt was scrunched halfway up her stomach. You could see a litter of badly hidden marks across her neck and chest. Questions were about to tumble out of your mouth, but you both were interrupted by Shauna coming out of the same private spot. She approached you two slowly, looking as roughed up as the other girl, her mouth was swollen and she was holding her flannel as if she had taken it off, she put it back on quickly, to you and Jackie’s shared secret delight.

“What are you guys doing out here?”, the question sounded shaky leaving your mouth and you thought you already knew the answer, but that answer seemed almost impossible, maybe even too good to be true - not that you’d admit to yourself that you’d think of it as that. It didn’t make sense, Jackie Taylor was the straightest girl you had ever met, and the most sexual interest you had ever seen Shauna show was towards her scientific calculator during the last physics test you had taken.

Not to mention the fact for the past week they had been arguing 24/7 and had been at each other’s throats since even before the crash. By the marks on Jackie’s neck though, you could guess this time they had taken the phrase quite literally.

“Oh, just uh, talking through some stuff. Working out issues, you know?”, Shauna sounded nervous, and it made you even more suspicious. But you probably had just read the situation wrong, right? You were cold and still slightly tired, the dark could have easily pulled tricks on you, especially with your poor eyesight.

“Right, um, yeah”, you replied, “you guys should probably come inside.” They nodded quickly and followed you round the side to the front of the cabin.

“But um, could we talk to you upstairs privately? Once we get inside?”, Jackie spoke from behind you as you approached the porch. You were flooded with apprehension and a twinge of excitement and pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

“Okay”.

The journey from the porch to the attic upstairs was eerily quiet, Shauna and Jackie seemed to be communicating in shared secret glances which made you feel twitchy and hot. What were they going to speak to you about? Did they not want to be friends anymore? The thought made your stomach turn. In just a few moments all three of you were standing in the cabin’s attic, the inside was a little warmer, so you dropped the blanket onto the floor where Shauna’s makeshift bed was. It looked oddly cozy.

Jackie spoke first, “So um, we wanted to talk to you about something, something we’ve uh… noticed.” Shauna nodded at her words, and they stepped a little closer to you, and each other.

You nodded, trying to keep calm, what the fuck was she talking about? “You know it’s, like, normal to have crushes on girls, right?”, she asked. The question was more rhetorical than literal, and it made your brain short circuit for a brief moment.

Your eyes widened. “What?”, the words were out before you could stop them. Shauna exchanged a glance with her best friend before elaborating.

“We’ve noticed you’ve been like, looking at us. I don’t know, I only noticed a few weeks ago when Jackie pointed it out to me, she said that you always stared at me. And then like, thinking about it, I realised you also always stare at her. You never really, like, show interest in boys or anything like that, so that’s the conclusion we’ve come to… and to be honest it’s the only one we can think of that makes sense.”

Jackie nodded with each word she spoke, seemingly comfortable with the idea that you had a crush on both her and Shauna or at least were somewhat attracted to them.

“We’re not mad or anything”, the light-haired girl rushed to clarify, anxious that you’d bolt off downstairs.

“Oh” was the only word that could come out of your mouth.

Shauna laughed a little, “I think we’ve broken her”.

Jackie laughed at that, before stepping a little closer to you with a teasing grin, “…We’re right though, about you liking us, aren’t we?”.

“W-what, I-I”, you stuttered before giving up on trying to talk to deny it, you moved for the door but were stopped by two hands on your chest as your captain stood between you and the door, blocking your attempts to flee.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, baby” Jackie pushed you roughly, laughing as you collided with Shauna, your back pushed against the brunette’s front as she held you in place.

“What?”, you were breathless, head turning to meet Shauna’s gaze - she looked almost ravenous. Turning back to Jackie, you realised she had a similar expression, one not too dissimilar from the one a wolf wore looking at its prey.

“You heard what she said” Shauna spoke from behind you, arms stilling your attempts to break free of her grasp. You didn’t really want to get away from her though, in fact, you wanted to sink into her arms as you felt Jackie’s soft wet mouth explore every yet undiscovered part of you. But appearances had to be kept up, it was a lot to take in all at once. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, they both saw right through you.

The girl in front of you laughed, “You know what me and Shipman mean, be a good girl and listen carefully now.” Jackie reached a hand out to trail drown your front, fingertips raising goosebumps down the soft flesh of your arms.

“Jackie and I, well, we’ve had some disagreements recently”, Shauna started to explain, but the cogs in her brain seemed to be whirring all too fast and she gazed at her captain slash best friend a little pleadingly, waiting for her to continue. Jackie seemed to notice her hesitancy and grinned, she moved closer towards you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. She spoke then with a confidence Shauna currently did not have, or appeared to have anyway.

“I remember Coach saying one time that the best way two players could bond and fix whatever little problems they’d been having was by… actually, we want you to try and guess.” It was getting clearer by the moment that they were not going to make this easy for you.

You cleared your throat and tried to think back to what he had said, your mind came up blank, only thinking of the heat that Shauna’s front was producing by being pressed flush up against your back. You could feel how hard her nipples were through her bra. “I-I, uh, I don’t know”, your reply made them both laugh, Jackie smiled a little softer then, her eyes wandering to the girl behind you. You turned to follow her gaze, eyes meeting Shauna, the brunette leaned in to whisper in your ear, you could feel the warmth of her mouth near your neck and fought the urge to whimper. All composure was lost at the next word she spoke.

“Sharing”.

They let out twin sighs of desire as you made what seemed to be the most embarrassing and desperate noise of your life. “I think she likes that idea”, Jackie teased, running her fingers up to the hem of your t-shirt, they hovered there for a second before she grabbed hold of it, slightly tugging it up, exposing the skin of your lower stomach.

“Of course she does, she likes us”, Shauna grinned, her confidence seemingly growing by the second.

“Can I take this off?”, you were asked by Jackie, who was pressing her face into your neck. “It’s okay if you want to keep it on”. To them your comfort was more important than the amount of fun they got from watching you squirm, a small reminder that they had been your closest friends before anything else. They truly did care – a fact that made you comfortable enough to agree to their request.

You nodded. Neither of them seemed satisfied with your response though, so Shauna urged you further.

“Use your words, love”.

“Yes”.

“Good” Shauna hummed, moving back a little as Jackie pulled your t-shirt up and over your head. You could hear as their breaths hitched at the sight of you, you stood there a little nervous in only a black bra. “Wow” the girl stood before you spoke, always the first to give her opinion, “you’re beautiful”, she murmured.

“Jackie’s right, you’re gorgeous”, Shauna said, sounding almost out of breath - the brunette smiled a little and her eyes trailed down to the small of your back. As they took in your body you fought the urge to cross your arms across your chest, not because they were making you uncomfortable, but because you weren’t the most confident of people. Some people at Wiskayok had given you shit for your looks before, before joining the soccer team you had been pretty chubby, and none of the varying physical changes you had went through during your life had made a difference to the way you felt about yourself.

Jackie noticed your sheer nervousness, there was a glint of remorse and recognition in her dark eyes. “You don’t have to hide from us, ok? We love what we see, don’t we Shauna?”. Despite her shitty judgemental parents, and all the popular girl stereotypes Jackie fit, being cruel wasn’t one of them. Throughout your time being classmates and close friends with her she had always been in your corner. Right then was no different.

The same case applied to Shauna. The young woman in question nodded, moving forward so she could be pressed against you again. “Jackie and I are so excited to share you, just for us hmm?”,  the brunette was as close as she was before as her lips ghosted the side of your neck.

This time, Jackie moved closer as well, running a hand down your trembling body as she leaned in close to your face.

“Can I kiss you?”,  she asked, her voice was sweet, but her facial expression told a different story; it looked like she wanted to eat you alive. You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t let her. You would let Jackie Taylor and her very stubborn best friend do anything they wanted to you.

“Yeah”, it seemed right then you couldn’t give more than one-word answers, your voice trembled as she leaned in and kissed you sweetly, she tasted faintly like cherries. It was probably the lip gloss she still had some of, despite the fact you three had been in the wilderness for nearly a month.

Both of you heard the strange, desperate sound Shauna had made at the sight of you two kissing. Jackie laughed and turned to her best friend, “Do you like watching us? Being watched? I bet you wish she saw us outside earlier, don’t you?”, she asked Shauna as you turned to the brunette who was flushing profusely.

Your stomach was still buzzing from the kiss with your captain as you looked at the midfielder. “Yeah, I do”, Shauna replied, looking mildly embarrassed at being caught out, but mainly just wanton.

“Why don’t you give Shauna a kiss now, baby? She’s ever so good at it”, the shorter girl let go of you and gestured to Shauna, who stood behind you with a hand on your waist. You didn’t need to be told twice as you turned your head and took Shauna’s mouth with your own, the kiss was every bit as heated as your one with Jackie’s was sweet.

“Shit”, you, and Shauna could hear the light-haired girl beside you let out a noise of approval as she watched you two kiss. “Slip her some tongue, Shipman”, she ordered, the words made you almost choke, as well as the fact immediately after you could feel the other girl’s tongue swiping against your bottom lip for entrance. Shauna was always good at following orders and Jackie was always good at giving them - the girl was the captain of your team for a reason. The dark-haired girl tasted like the berries she had eaten that morning, there were also hints of… cherry?

Oh. So that’s why they were in the spirit of sharing. You hadn’t been mistaken thinking what you thought when you saw them outside earlier. The thought of the two of them together out there, kissing heatedly against a tree, made your knees weak - even more so when Shauna let out a whine into your mouth.

“You two are really enjoying yourselves huh?” Jackie observed, lust-blown pupils fixated on the point where Shauna’s mouth - and, god, her tongue met yours. You half expected her to pull up a chair and put her feet up to enjoy the show, but Jackie Taylor was never one to just observe, she loved to be a little more hands-on. So, really, you shouldn’t have been surprised when she approached behind you and moved your hair out of the way, exposing the soft skin of your neck. You moaned into Shauna’s mouth as Jackie began to place hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, she grazed her teeth against your throat and could feel your pulse against her tongue. You trusted her not to bite too hard if that’s what she wanted.

“Fuck”, you groaned as you could feel Jackie bite your neck lightly. Clearly the weeks in the wilderness had awakened some strange primal urge in the both of them, but you weren’t complaining. She didn’t bite you hard enough to draw blood, and kissed the mark she’d made on your neck to sooth it. Her lips were now at your collarbone.

“So cute”, Shauna pulled away from your mouth to praise you.

“I need you both so bad”,  your pleas were cut off by the brunette.

“Let’s take the rest of these clothes off, me and Jackie really don’t want anything in the way.” The dark-blonde-haired girl pulled away from your neck and tugged down your shorts, stepping out of them you noticed how fiercely they stared at your body. The idea made you simultaneously ecstatic and nervous, more so the former than the latter.

They moved you onto the makeshift bed Shauna had set up on the attic floor, it wasn’t the sort of thing out of a romance novel but the three of you really didn’t care, you all were too busy thinking about getting your mouths on each other.

“Why don’t we get out of these clothes too, Shauna?” Jackie suggested, stood above in front of you, she didn’t wait for the other girl’s response as she lifted the crop top over her head, throwing it carelessly to the floor near where your discarded clothes were. Next came her shorts, kicking them off like you had, they joined the small pile of clothes that had accumulated. Of course Jackie Taylor was wearing pink matching underwear, even when stranded in the wilderness fighting for survival, her bra had little love hearts printed on it, her panties however only had one small red heart right in the middle.

Shauna’s eyes were locked on her chest, and you fought the urge to laugh. Their desire for each other had been so obvious, even before you had nearly caught them earlier, or before they had made theirs for you clear, and you had been so oblivious to it all. The taller girl stared for a few moments longer before following suit, taking off her jeans, once she got to her flannel, both you and Jackie made noises of protest.

“Wait, wait, wait - keep that on, but take everything underneath off.”, you were relieved that Jackie was so outspoken in the bedroom, as you were thinking the exact same thing as she was. That damn red flannel would soon be the death of both of you.

“Ok”, Shauna murmured as she took off her t-shirt that was underneath and then put her flannel back on over her bra, she kept it open with the buttons undone so both you and Jackie could see her perfectly sculpted abs. Her bra was black like yours. You resisted the urge to look down, knowing if you caught a glimpse of her toned, long legs you would most likely pass out before you could get to feel them wrapped around your head.

Jackie grabbed her waist gently and pulled her close, leaning in for a kiss that was all tongue. She only pulled away for a moment to pause and muse over your lustful expression, “I think she likes watching us”.

Shauna laughed at her words before replying: “Let’s give our girl a show then”, she moved towards her best friend’s mouth with more fervour this time. You could both tell she was getting more desperate by the minute.

They were right of course, the sight of them kissing drove you fucking insane. You sat from your place on the floor and observed as they made pretty little noises into each other’s mouths, you wondered if today earlier was the first time they had kissed. Probably not. They were best friends after all. It seemed like Shauna noticed your desperation, as soon she moved out of Jackie’s arms and was kneeling in front of you, a hand trailing up your chest.

“Can I take your bra off baby?” She asked, you looked behind her to Jackie, who stood watching attentively.

“Please”, you replied, you wanted, no, needed, to feel Shauna’s mouth on your bare chest.

She unhooked the garment skilfully, leading Jackie to tease her. “Wowza, Shipman, you’re a bra pro.” Shauna rolled her eyes, flushing a dark crimson before finally removing your bra. You smiled at how flustered she got when Jackie teased her. Both of their eyes immediately went straight to your bare chest, “Holy shit”, Jackie breathed out.

Shauna hummed in agreement, a hand itching to reach out and grasp one of your breasts.

“You have like…really nice tits”, the standing girl sounded like she was going to pass out. You could relate to that feeling as Shauna gently moved her fingertips down your collarbone to the top of your right breast.

“Can I…?”, she trailed off. You nodded eagerly and soon Shauna’s warm hands were touching the most sensitive parts of your chest.

“Oh”, you breathed out as she thoroughly felt you up.

“You’re so pretty baby” Shauna’s voice was quiet as she leaned in and kissed you.

“Jesus,” Jackie said from behind the both of you, sounding the most turned-on someone could physically be. “Let me feel her now, Shauna”, her tone was barely controlled as she approached and Shauna protested a little, the noise being muffled by your mouth.

“Come on, Shipman, we’re supposed to be sharing her.” Jackie whined, and Shauna fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“Fine”, she groaned as she pulled begrudgingly away from your mouth. It was flattering to watch them fight over your attention, a part of your brain was still convinced this was some elaborate joke – that all the rest of the team were about to jump out of the shadows and yell that you just got pranked. That hadn’t happened yet though, and didn’t look like it was going to anytime soon. They were serious about wanting you.

The realisation had your chest falling and rising quickly in the cold air but was soon warmed by Jackie’s breath. She sucked one of your nipples into her mouth, you gasped and tried not to moan, her muffled laughter causing vibrations through your body.

“You like Jackie’s mouth on you baby?”,  Shauna asked, sounding a little breathless herself. The midfielder opened her shirt so you could see her chest, she laughed when you flushed and looked away instinctively.

Soon Jackie was kissing up your chest, up your neck, and to your mouth: “Do you want us to touch you?”, she asked as Shauna moved to kneel on the other side of you. You nodded, too nervous and starstruck to form a sentence. “Hmmm, what do you think Shipman, should we give her what she wants?”.

The other athlete furrowed her eyebrows in thought, “I think she should work for it, like when we play soccer, you don’t just go for a goal immediately do you? You pass the ball, tire the other team out… that is if we’re still using the excuse that this is just one big team exercise for soccer.” Jackie cracked a grin at that. What Shauna was saying made you shiver, it was scary but exhilarating at how utterly powerless you were under their gazes.

Of course, you technically did have power and could stop at any time you wanted, but you liked feeling like they controlled you. “How can she work for it?”, Jackie asked, a cruel gleam in her eye.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Shauna turned to you then; pupils so blown with lust that her eyes looked almost black.

“I, uh, I don’t know”, your voice was unsteady, and you tried to hold back a moan as Shauna’s hands traced your breasts again.

“Aw, come on, I’m sure your slutty mind can think of something up”, Jackie laughed. Your face warmed and you shifted under Shauna’s hands, “I’m, “ - Shauna moved to pinch one of your nipples, “fuck, I’m not a slut.”

Shauna raised an eyebrow, “You’re letting your two best friends fuck you, that sounds pretty slutty to me”, her words made you squirm.

“It’s a good thing though, we like it”, Jackie added, moving to push your hair back away from your face.

“Yeah, we’ve been waiting to have you for literally forever.” Shauna’s words made you nearly choke on your own spit, how long had they been feeling that way? You imagined them sneaking glances at you in the locker room when you were all getting changed, or on the pitch when you would pour water over yourself to cool down during a drink break.

“Wait, fuck I’ve had an idea.” Jackie suddenly said, looking like a lightbulb had just gone off above her head. The amusing image was about to make you laugh until Shauna began to trace her fingertips lower down your body.

“What is it?”, you struggled to ask as Shauna’s fingers just reached the hem of your underwear, she looked up at you as if she was thoroughly pleased with herself. She was so mean, you loved it.

“You can put your mouth to good work.”

Oh.

“Shit”, Shauna laughed, “another genius idea I’m not gonna lie, I need to step up my game – poor baby looks like she’s about to pass out.” They teased you a few moments longer before Jackie began to grow impatient, needing your mouth on her.

“Is that something you want?” sure she was absolutely soaked through her underwear, but their priority right then was your comfort more than anything else. You were afraid if you opened your mouth you’d start begging, so silently (but very enthusiastically) nodded your head. Staying silent clearly didn’t save you from getting teased, as they cooed and giggled at your reaction respectively.

“Okay, baby, lie down for me”,  your captain instructed, the teasing tone from earlier being replaced with soft command. You wanted to ask how you could make her feel good with your mouth if you were laying down but trusted her enough to feel confident that whatever it was, was going to work out, so laid down. Shauna moved a few pillows behind your head, so that your neck wasn’t in an uncomfortable position, the consideration made your heart flutter.

“Shipman, help me take my panties off, will you?”, she asked a suddenly flustered Shauna as she unhooked her own bra and let it drop to the floor.

“U-uh, yeah, shit, sure.”

Next thing you knew, Jackie’s underwear was gone, and you were face to face with her pussy as she straddled your head. An embarrassingly loud noise left your mouth as you took her in. “You like what you see?”, she grinned from her position above you, you couldn’t see her face but could hear in her voice how much she was enjoying teasing you like this. Fighting the urge to immediately put your mouth on her, you bit your tongue and listened as they made fun of you.

“I bet she’s trying really hard to not taste you”, Shauna said, moving next to you so she could look at your face. “Jesus Jackie, she looks like she’s going to cry with how desperate she is”, she cooed.

Jackie laughed and wiggled her hips like she was taunting you. “Okay, okay”, she seemed like she was going to give you a break and lower herself onto your impatient tongue, “I’ll let her prove that she deserves to be fucked”. Your captain slowly lowered herself onto your mouth, with a moan she leaned her head back, pleasantly overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue moving pressed flat against her clit. You moved downwards to her slit and prodded inside her with your tongue, hoping to find her g spot as soon as possible. It would be a complete lie to say you hadn’t given much thought to what your best friend would taste like, she tasted so good, and you knew you’d never forget her taste or her scent or the way her hands were now tangled in your hair.

“Shit, Shauna, she’s actually pretty damn good at this”, she spoke to you next: “have you had practice eating pussy baby?” You moaned into her and tried to respond but were too preoccupied with trying to get her to cum in your mouth as you needed to taste it desperately, your underwear was already soaked through but the things they were saying made them even more so.

“I don’t think she can talk”, Shauna chuckled, observing the way you kept going back up to Jackie’s clit to give it attention.

“Whatever, fuck, whatever she’s doing it’s- ugh- it’s working”, the girl above you sounded like she was drunk on your tongue, her words slurred and struggled. Shauna couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, of Jackie, of you? she couldn’t tell - but knew whatever it was, was outweighed by the sheer arousal that overcame her watching as her best friend rode your face.

Jackie began to grind into your face, deciding she couldn’t just sit still any longer, she needed to have control. You gave it up happily, as usual when it came to her, your hands reaching around to grab her ass and help her ride your face.

“Slap her ass”, the brunette ordered, you obeyed without hesitation and soon a small red print showed on the unmarked flesh of Jackie’s ass. Shauna moved around and kneeled so that her and Jackie were facing each other, almost face to face, she kissed her deeply.

“Fuck”, Jackie whimpered into her mouth, already close. The other girl grinned and tucked some of Jackie’s dark blonde hair behind her ear.

“I didn’t expect her to be so good at this”, the brunette mused, it was true, she knew you weren’t completely innocent but hadn’t expected for you to be this good.

“Well, she’s beaten your science test scores before so- “, Jackie’s broken words were interrupted by a moan as you began to suck on her clit, “I’d say she’s pretty much good, fuck, at e-everything now”.

The midfielder feigned offence, “Just because she’s good at eating pussy and science doesn’t mean I’m not”.

“Wanna prove it?” Jackie asked her through breathy moans with the hint of a smirk.

“Happily, but right now it’s about this little slut”, Shauna moved a hand down to stroke some of your hair surprisingly gently. Gentle was not a word to describe how Jackie’s fists were still gripping your hair though as she impaled herself on your tongue. They began to kiss again, and you’d have given anything to see them as well as hear them, the desperation didn’t last long as Jackie’s hips began to stutter.

“Fuck, Shipman, she’s gonna make me cum.”

Shauna laughed, kissing her again, “Go on, babe. Cum all over our best friend’s face.” It turns out Jackie Taylor could take orders as well as give them, as soon she was coming hard in your mouth with a loud cry. She tasted even better than you had imagined, Shauna had to steady her so she didn’t collapse on top of you, both of you calmed her as she came down from her orgasm.

“Holy shit”, the striker breathed out, legs shaking, you tried not to let out a noise of disappointment as she moved off of your face, instead opting to sit on your lap.

That feeling was short-lived though as she carefully bent down to kiss you. Jackie groaned as she tasted herself on your mouth, your other teammate watched for a moment before kneeling beside you so she could kiss you too. Shauna made a similar noise, “Fuck, Jackie, you taste really good.”

“Thanks babe”, Jackie grinned, still a little out of breath. She looked down at you with an expression of satisfaction, “I think you’ve proved yourself, what do you think?”. You didn’t nod or speak, still too dazed from your mouth being buried in Jackie’s pussy.

“I think she’s earned it”, Shauna spoke for you, kissing you sweetly on the forehead.

The other girl hummed in agreement, “How do you want us baby?”. A million images instantly flashed into your head, all more vulgar than the last - the sad truth was you wanted too much. Wanted them too much.

“She’s always been indecisive, Jackie. Let’s just make her take what we give her, hmm? I’ve got a few ideas.” Shauna’s words made your head swim, a few ideas could mean anything.

“Such as?”, her best friend asked, the brunette simply smirked and moved in closer to the other so she could whisper something into her ear. You tried hard to listen to what she was saying but couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of your own heart.

The idea seemed to be a good one though as Jackie almost gasped with excitement as she turned to Shauna, “Oh, fuck, Shipman, you’re a kinky one aren’t you?”

The taller girl blushed to her friend’s delight, “Shut up”. Your eyes darted between them, what had Shauna suggested? The thoughts were interrupted as the midfielder began to take her flannel off, you bit your lip to keep from protesting, knowing seeing her bare chest would be worth the price to pay. To your surprise though she didn’t move to take off her bra, instead taking the shirt in her hands and adjusting the sleeves. Whilst she done that, Jackie got off of you and offered you a hand to help you get up.

“Get up and kneel”, she commanded once you were on your feet again.

You obeyed immediately and found yourself then kneeling on the floor of the attic, shaking with barely contained anticipation. Shauna stood only in her bra, the red item of clothing still in her hands, “Hands behind your back”. The young woman’s tone was blunter and more to the point than Jackie’s, less interested in teasing you and more interested in getting exactly what she wanted then & there.

A hint of confusion washed over you, but you trusted and  obeyed her anyways, moving your hands behind your back. The two girls observed you with mischievous smiles, “She’d do anything we’d ask, huh?” Jackie mused, sitting and watching as Shauna stepped forward.

The brunette took the flannel and began to bind your wrists with it, using it as sort of makeshift rope. Oh, she was tying you up. The fact it was with the flannel made it even hotter, Jackie thought so too; “We really like when you wear that, you know? It looks sexy on you.” Shauna blushed, it was a common sight with how easily flustered she got but never failed to make you and Jackie both smile. You unfortunately couldn’t see her face though in that moment, your face turned towards the wall as your best friend tied you up. Once she was satisfied with how tight she had bound your wrists and walked around you, so you were at eye level with her very toned stomach.

Shauna’s abs were a godly sight and you had to keep your mouth closed shut, scared of saying something incredibly pathetic about how much you wanted her inside you. She tilted your head up so you were gazing at her face, “My eyes are up here”.

You turned red as Jackie laughed behind you from her position on the blankets. “C’mon, stop teasing us and just take your clothes off!”, your captain exclaimed, her tone was playful, but it was clear she was growing impatient. You couldn’t help but agree, you had spent all too long fantasising about what the brunette’s tits looked like.

Shauna rolled her eyes, but her hands moved to the back of her bra to unhook it. She let the black garment drop to the floor and your breath hitched, you could barely handle the sight of Jackie’s chest, let alone hers as well as Shauna’s. They were going to be the death of you.

“Wow”, Jackie’s eyes raked over her best friend’s nearly naked body, “I mean wow”. Her words summed up your thoughts about your teammate perfectly.

Shauna shot her a nervous but appreciative smile, before looking down at you. “What do you think?”, it was like an odd mirror of your interaction earlier - except instead of asking how your glasses looked on her, this time she was asking how she looked without anything but panties on.

“You look beautiful”, you struggled to say, her whole body seemed to thrum at your praise.

“Thank you, baby… now”, she began to speak, glancing over quickly at her captain, “I was hoping you’d show me how good you were with your mouth, I mean Jackie got to feel your tongue, so it’d be unfair if I didn’t.” You let out a breath, cursing the fact your hands were tied as you felt the need to steady yourself. Her words made you lightheaded with desire.

“Please let me”, you spoke, trying to not ramble. She grinned and kissed you, guiding you back to where Jackie sat.

Shauna laid down, moving so that you were kneeling in between her legs. Jackie got up and kneeled behind you, beginning to kiss your neck, “Shauna was also thinking that whilst you showed her how good you were with your mouth, I could make you feel good with my fingers. It’d be cruel to make you wait longer, right?”

The idea made you shiver and had appeared before in some of your wet dreams. Jackie’s fingers were long, you had always bet that they could reach all the places deep inside you that needed to be reached.

“What do you say baby?”, the brunette in front of you asked, looking at you both for approval.

“Okay”, you nodded desperately, Jackie smiled against your neck and reached a hand around your stomach, moving downwards towards the hem of your underwear.

Just as she was about to move her hand inside, she stilled and pulled away, “Actually, let’s see you make Shauna feel good a bit first, she needs to take those panties off.” You could see Shauna try to hold in a grin at how mean she was being to you, you took in a deep breath, trying not to cry.

“Can you take my panties off for me?”, your taller teammate asked you, moving her waist upwards so you could easily move the underwear down past her hips. You were going to joke that you couldn’t since your hands were tired (quite literally) but realised she hadn’t forgotten that. They meant they wanted you to take them off with your mouth. Jesus, had half the novels Shauna had been recommending you this entire time been erotica? Where did she get all these ideas from?

It wasn’t to say though that you were complaining, nodding, and wasting no time in getting them off with your teeth. Once they were off both you and Jackie let out a noise at the sight of her, yours more a whine, hers more of a groan.

“Shit, baby, I’m jealous you’re going to get to taste her”, Jackie told you, trailing her tongue lightly against your pulse point. You squirmed at the words as well as the sensation, as they put the idea of Jackie eating out Shauna into your head. You prayed to whatever God that was listening that there was a chance you could see that in the future, no matter what happened to you guys out there after that, you’d die happy.

Shauna leaned her head back against the pillows, “Don’t worry you’ll get your chance”, she told her so matter-of-factly it made your stomach tingle.

Captain Taylor pulled away from your neck, “Good”, her reply was blunt, but you could tell on the inside she was ecstatic. Who wouldn’t be excited at the idea of a chance to eat out Shauna Shipman? You certainly were.

“Bend over then and tongue fuck her, or are you going to stay there all day?”, Jackie moved back and was growing impatient by the second. You were a little nervous but weren’t taking your time on purpose, just more in awe at the sight of a very naked Shauna Shipman, you liked it when your captain snapped at you though.

Shuffling back a little, you bent down so your face was in front of Shauna’s cunt. The brunette let out a half moan, half sigh as you licked a long stripe from her entrance all the way up to the top of her swollen clit. “I’d let you use your fingers on me too, pretty girl, but I really like the sight of you tied up. Bet Jackie does too.”

Jackie hummed in agreement, letting one of her hands trail across your ass. She was itching to get her fingers inside of you, but didn’t want to let you know that. Suddenly, the sound of a loud slap rang across the room as Jackie’s hand connected with the left side of your ass.

“Fuck”, you cried out, voice somewhat muffled by your best friend’s soaked core.

Shauna barked a laugh, “Oh fuck, she likes that, hit her again.” The striker slapped you again, the brunette in front of you closed her eyes and savoured the sound of Jackie’s palm making contact with your soft flesh. There was no denying your teammate had a hunger for violence, from her dangerous plays on the pitch, to her short temper and tendency to get into fights. So, there was little surprise when the discovery was made that Shauna Shipman was a bit of a sadist in the bedroom.

Jackie regarded the sight with equal lust and fascination, she was excited to figure out all the things that really made you melt. Things that would make you squirm, all your weaknesses that would make you do anything she asked you to. That would make you hers.

“Suck on my clit, baby”, Shauna moaned, her hips bucking up so her cunt could meet your mouth. You did as she said, taking her clit in your mouth and sucking firmly, your hands desperate to move around to her pussy, but the efforts in trying to untie the flannel were futile. Plus, you couldn’t risk ripping the fabric of that thing, it was the best thing in Shipman’s entire closet.

Shauna tasted amazing; they both did. You came to the realisation that you could do this for hours, days even, if they’d just let you.

“Do you want my fingers now?”, Jackie asked, watching as Shauna whined and writhed under your mouth’s ministrations. You pulled away for just a second to answer your captain with a plea, but Shauna still groaned in protest and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back down again. She never was patient.

Jackie took a hold of the hem of your underwear, pulling them down, she was going to ask you to move so she could take them fully off, but glanced at the almost feral expression that Shauna had and decided otherwise. If you were taken away from her at that moment the brunette would’ve most likely committed murder.

Jackie took in the sight of you and sighed, “God, you’re so fucking pretty”. The praise made your heart flutter and heat flood in between your legs, which were trembling from sheer desperation and adrenaline. You wanted badly to thank her, but your tongue was too preoccupied moving inside Shauna. It seemed you had found her sweet spot, as she began to squirm even more, her gasps and moans rising rapidly.

“Jesus, Shipman, you’re already close and I haven’t even stuck a finger inside of her yet. Don’t you want to cum together?.” Her words made you smile, it seemed like you really were good at getting them off, it made pride swell inside your chest. From now on, your biggest achievements weren’t going to be soccer championships, perfect test results, or all of that crap. They were going to be how fast you had made Shauna and her equally sexy best friend cum.

“Uh, fuck- “, the midfielder was about to retort something back but was cut off as you began to suck on her clit again, “I recall you didn’t l-last that long either, bitch.” Ah, she could deliver a good come back even in the midst of being given oral, your admiration for Shauna grew daily. The sting of the insult was mainly lost though this time as her voice shook, it was slightly shameful how something that felt like a bolt of electricity shot straight down to your core when you heard Shauna say the word “bitch” too.

Jackie seemed to notice your reaction, “Oh”, she laughed, a hand palming your now bare ass.

“What?”, the other grunted, breathing getting heavier as you took all the wetness she gave you.

“She seemed to like it when you called me a bitch”, the shorter girl said, soft fingertips trailing down to ever so gently brush against your slit.

“Of course she did, the little slut.” Shauna teased, she began to pinch her own nipples, rocking her hips upwards as you got her off with your tongue.

“Gosh, she’s pathetic”, Jackie breathed out, tone half fond and half in awe as her finger moved down and under to slowly circle your throbbing clit.

“Good with her mouth though”, the other replied. She had certainly found a great way to pass the time in the middle of nowhere. Shit, even if you guys were back in civilisation your tongue was certainly something Shauna would forgo a study session at yours for.

Your captain finally showed you mercy as she applied pressure directly onto your sensitive bud, moaning into Shauna’s pussy, you shifted so that by some luck her finger would be pushed into you.

“Want me inside?”, Jackie asked, begrudgingly moving her hand to tease you further, nearly as worked up as you were from all the teasing. Keyword: nearly, the lucky bitch had already came, she was already wet again though. Your captain knew you couldn’t reply, she was asking not for an answer, but to rile you up even further, she wanted to see you to beg for it.

“She’s been a good girl, Jackie, just fucking give her what she needs”, Shauna said, you knew she was only defending you because she was desperate to cum and right then only your tongue could get her there. If the brunette wasn’t so desperate, she’d definitely tease you along with her best friend.

There definitely was something stirring about her calling you a good girl though, since you were academic rivals as well as close friends, compliments from Shauna were scarce, the sappy side of her only coming out when she was drunk. You knew she loved you both, and knew that she cared, she just usually showed it in quieter, more subtle ways. Like driving you to and from school, picking up your favourite snacks, and always bringing an extra pen in case you needed to borrow it during the English class you shared together.

It seemed Jackie had agreed with the other girl’s statement as soon you could feel her index and middle finger enter you slowly. You moved back onto her steadily, she grabbed a hold of where your hands were tied together with Shauna’s flannel and used it to pull you onto her long fingers, controlling how fast or how slow the drag of them inside you was. “Shit, you’re so wet”, she whimpered.

Your tongue flicked against Shauna’s clit as Jackie let go of your tied wrists to play with yours. “You’re so good at eating me out baby”, the brunette praised, moving some of your hair out of your face, not wanting it to get in the way and bother you. The way she was caressing your face made you feel loved, it was a feeling that burrowed itself deep inside your chest. “I’m gonna cum”, the midfielder whimpered, basically riding your face now. You desperately needed to breathe but didn’t dare pull away - scared that you’d ruin her orgasm.

Plus who needed oxygen anyway? Your best friend’s pleasure was way more important than breathing.

Shauna came with a scream, her thighs keeping your head there as her cum flooded your mouth. God, even then you wanted more, it was scary to think you might never be sated no matter how many times she came. You eased up a little and licked her gently as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm, moaning as the dark blonde girl’s fingers still worked inside you.

“Fuck”, Jackie groaned and to your disappointment, stopped moving her fingers, “that was like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”. The other girl laughed, very much dazed and out of breath. You kissed Shauna a few times on her clit and inner thighs before deeming it okay to move your head away. You caught your breath as you rested your forehead against her thigh.

“You done so well baby”, the taller girl muttered, eyes closed as she ran a hand through your hair.

���Thank you”, you said, trying not to smile. You would’ve let the compliment override your brain completely, however your mind still was preoccupied with Jackie’s fingers that were still inside you.

“No, thank you”, Shauna’s voice was soft, “Babe, stop being so mean and let her cum - she deserves it”, she continued. The post orgasmic daze was making her softer, it seemed.

Jackie huffed fondly, taking the opportunity quickly to help you remove your underwear fully. They joined the pile of other clothes on the attic floor. “You’re going soft, Shipman. Of course she deserves to cum, but it’s fun to play with her”. With the words ‘play with her’, the striker began to move again and curled her fingers upwards deep inside you. You let out a strangled moan against Shauna’s thigh.

“There we go”, Jackie cooed, moving her other hand around so she could continue to play with your clit. It was as if she had done this before to someone else, as she knew exactly where to put pressure and where to just graze gently. The thought of either of them with anyone else made jealousy burn hot in your blood, pushing away the thought, you focused on what was happening now. Shauna observed a few moments longer before getting up so that she was sitting in front of you, holding you up, she kissed you soundly, groaning as she tasted herself on your tongue.

“You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?” Shauna asked as Jackie put more pressure against your clit, rubbing small circles as the fingers of her other hand reached near your g spot.

You nodded, struggling to speak, a flurry of whimpers escaped your mouth as the sound of Jackie fingering you rang out across the room. The three of you knew the girls downstairs had definitely heard at least one of you by now, but you didn’t care, the only things on your mind were Jackie, who was now hitting your g spot, and Shauna, whose tongue you took into your mouth greedily. “God, you’ve always belonged to us”, Jackie spoke this time, her voice was unlike you had ever heard, it was as if something raw and primal was rising in her throat.

“Even before now as we’re fucking you”, she continued, every thrust of her fingers causing the familiar sensation in the bottom of your stomach to tighten. “I bet you’ve been waiting for us to do this, huh? Waiting around, following us everywhere like a lost little puppy, hoping we’d fucking notice you and just-“, she groaned as she felt you tighten around her fingers, “just fucking wreck you. We’ve ruined you for everyone else, haven’t we?” Her words made you melt into a puddle of desperation.

Shauna pulled away from your mouth, you could tell by the expression on her face that she absolutely loved the things her best friend was saying. “Shit, you’re right”, the brunette agreed, “I wanna know how many times you’ve touched yourself thinking of us baby, I wanna know when you do it.” She was practically whispering into your ear now, filthy words only you and Jackie could hear. “Every time after practice? When you see us in our soccer kits and just can’t help yourself? After we hang out or after our study sessions? I bet you’ve imagined me just swiping all the fucking flashcards off our desk and throwing you on there instead”.

Jackie laughed. “I wish that was on the biology curriculum, wanna let everyone know your ours”.

It seemed as if Shauna was working herself up again with the things she was saying: “I bet you’d love us to fuck you all in front of all of them downstairs, hmm? Let Tai and Lottie and the rest of them know you belong to us”.

At her words, and the mention of your teammates (who, despite your heart belonging to the two girls you were with, you were also desperately attracted to), you let out an obscene sound which could be only described as you losing whatever shred of self-respect you had left. Moving back and forth on Jackie’s fingers, you leaned forward and crushed Shauna’s mouth against your own, not only needing to feel her lips against your own and her tongue in your mouth. But to also get her to shut up because if she kept saying things like that, you’d either cum embarrassingly quickly or pass out and die.

Your efforts proved futile though as Jackie kept hitting places deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed. “Are you close?”, she teased, knowing you were about to cum all over her hand. Whining against Shauna’s mouth, you tried to squeeze your thighs and keep her hand there, knowing what she was probably going to do next. Just as you reached the edge, you felt her pull out of you. Her laughter rang in your ears as you teared up with frustration.

“Fuck, Jackie, that was so mean”, Shauna’s words seemed angry, but she was laughing, secretly just as deliciously cruel as her best friend.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was just too tempting,” she apologised to both you and Shauna, knowing how much you had wanted to cum, and also knowing how much Shauna had wanted to watch you cum. Mainly to you though, as she could definitely see how wet you were from her position kneeling on the floor behind you.

“Please”, you pleaded, “I need you inside me, Jackie.” She let out a sigh of affection, rubbing your back a little whilst she contemplated whether she was going to let you cum this time, or be even crueller and deny you for a second time.

“Fine, my sweet girl. You’ve got me going soft for you, so better appreciate it.” She entered you again, instantly pressing up against a spot she knew drove you wild. You rambled gratitude to her as she used the fingers of her other hand to flick your clit.

Shauna peppered kisses across your face, glad that her best friend had finally decided to show you some mercy. “You’re taking her fingers so well, my love”, the midfielder said, grasping your face gently with both hands. You seemed to melt under both of their touches, Jackie’s more so literally as wetness ran down your inner thighs.

You were close again already, struggling to not cry out so loud the entire wilderness could hear you. The girl in front of you helped muffle your desperate whimpers as she kissed you again on the mouth with so much fervour your teeth nearly knocked together.

“Back onto me, yeah, just like that”,  you could hear Jackie demand. “Cum for me, please, fucking cum all over my hand baby”, she was begging now.

The words sent you tumbling over the edge and your vision nearly went blurry as you came all over Jackie’s hand, your wetness running down her forearm. Shauna had to hold you gently to keep you steady, so you didn’t fall face-first onto the floor, she chuckled and kept kissing you to drown out your moans.

The striker ceased her ministrations on your clit, not wanting you to become oversensitive to the point of pain, instead fingering you slowly as you came down from your orgasm. “That’s it”, she gently guided you, running a hand up and down your back as Shauna kissed your forehead sweetly. A few moments were taken as you caught your breath, basically sandwiched between them.

When you seemed steady enough, Jackie pulled out of you and moved to untie your hands. You grunted as you stretched them behind your back in relief, trying not to grin as you realised that meant you could now pull her and Shauna closer to you. You, having grown a lot bolder, sat up and reached behind you, gesturing for Jackie to come and kiss you from behind.

She did as you had hoped, wrapping her arms around your waist she placed a kiss against your neck, kissing her way up to your cheek and then across to your mouth. Soon you could feel Shauna’s mouth on you too, kissing your cheek sweetly, Jackie pulled away so that the brunette could kiss your lips too.

“Well shit, that was fun.” Jackie laughed, Shauna moved from you and captured Jackie’s mouth with her own. They kissed with closed mouths for a minute or so before Shauna got impatient and opened her mouth so she could feel Jackie’s tongue against her own. The sight of them together made your heart swell, a pang of regret seized you that you didn’t get to see them make each other cum, but that was quickly soothed realising that tonight was about you. You’d get plenty of opportunities to see them together in the future.

“Sure was. What did you think baby? You enjoy that?”, Shauna asked you, you lowered your head, flushing.

They laughed, “Don’t act all shy now”, Jackie teased. You didn’t reply, fearing that if you opened your mouth, you’d say something incredibly cheesy.

“The girls are all probably asleep, we need to get some sleep too I think.” Shauna’s voice was gentle as she pulled away from you both and stood up, gathering all your discarded clothes as well as her red flannel that had been untied from your wrists. She took some time folding them neatly as you and Jackie sat as she held you.

You were secretly glad that they didn’t seem to be making a move to put anything on, you enjoyed the quiet intimacy of being naked around one another. Your confidence still wasn’t ideal, but they had just proved to you that they loved every part of you no matter what. You could tell Jackie felt the same way too, with the quiet way she had kept looking down at her body when she had first taken her clothes off. She acted confident but she was just like any other young woman.

It was relieving to believe someone when they told you they loved you, let alone two someones. That night when you, Jackie, and Shauna fell asleep in each other arms, not even the dread of tomorrow could creep into your chest, as it was already full of love and comfort and a warmth so unfamiliar it made you want to cry.

The next morning wasn’t much different than usual, except for the fact all of the girls couldn’t stop staring at you, when you would catch their eye, they’d look away quickly as if they were embarrassed.

Shit, they had definitely all heard you three.

a/n: welp, that's it for now goobers, tune in for part two (and possibly three ;))

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exclusive tutorial drabble: mc is ovulating and decides to visit her bf at work warnings: semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, desk sex, zayne manages not to cum in his pants this time! claps for zayne!! note: i have no other explaination other than i am ovulating...and i remember someone on ao3 or on here wanted to see et!zayne react to a blow job so here u go! also i wrote this on my phone at 3am so pls if there are errors....ignore

Zayne knows from the moment you slink into his office that you’re up to something. You’re looking at him with bright, dilated eyes and a flush in your face that he knows far better than he ever thought he would. 

His hand lifts off the mouse as you close the door behind you, a soft click signalling to him that you’ve no intention of leaving soon. 

“Hey, you okay, beautiful?” 

He’s working late, again, and he hates that you’ve had to come all the way into the city, to the hospital to see him. He feels like he hasn’t seen you properly in days between your work schedule and his. The last time he spent a night with you was when the two of you watched a sad movie about a dog and you cried into his chest for an hour afterward, a hot water bottle clutched to your stomach. 

Now, this is a side to his girlfriend he knows very well, but he is uber aware of the fact it’s only five PM and he has a surgery scheduled in thirty minutes. 

“No, I missed you,” You reply as you round the desk, stopping by his chair. His instinct is to reach out and take your hand, so he does, kissing your palm in apology for not being home to see you more this week.

You smile, but there’s something that flares in your gaze, something that has Zayne’s stomach warming dangerously. 

“_____ -“

“I’m ovulating,” 

He blinks, lips parting at the frankness of your tone, and he frowns a little, “Oh, I see,”

He’s a doctor, and also not an idiot, he knows exactly what you’re telling him. What he doesn’t know is how he’s gonna take care of your problem while he’s in his office, minutes from going into a surgery that won’t have him home for hours.

“I’m working, my love,” He says softly, hoping it’ll soften the blow, “you know I’d love nothing more than to carry you home to bed myself but I only have thirty minutes -“

“That’s fine,” You say, plopping your bag on the table before moving his chair so he is facing you properly. He is about to protest when you drop to your knees in front of him, “I only need ten,”

All coherent thought and the entire catalogue of speech trickles from his mind and out of his ears as he gazes down at you kneeling between his legs. Your hands are already on his belt, tugging and pulling it free, and he can’t hide the erection that stiffens down one side of his slacks, hot along his thigh. 

His hand reaches out to grip your wrist, stilling the movements, and he briefly hesitates, a reluctance to stop you gripping him in a weak hand. You’ve never done this, never had your mouth on his cock for longer than a few seconds, and by the flinty determination in your eyes as you stare up at him, you have no intention of letting Zayne move you away this time.

“____,” He sighs, hardly sounding convincing to his own ears, his hand is already loosening its grip on you, and you tilt your head coyly.

“You don’t want me to suck it?” 

If he wasn’t hard before, he certainly is now. He swallows hard, glancing at the door as your wrist falls from his grip and you quickly resume your work of undoing his slacks and slipping into the waistband of his briefs. He’s a weak little man, so desperate for every inch of you. He’s had you in more ways than he can count in the few months the two of you have been dating officially, and Zayne isn’t sure it’ll ever be enough. To cross this final line, to have your pretty red lips wrapped around him, he’s not sure he’ll survive it.

Your hand is firm, gripping his cock and pumping it a couple of times, a ragged sigh falling from Zayne’s lips. He’s never fucked in his office before, but the image before him is more familiar than he would like to admit. He can’t quite believe one of his most sordid and frequent dreams is coming true.

Your hot breath lingers for barely a moment before your warm, wet mouth is on him, tongue laving at his slit. His eyes roll back as his body becomes boneless in the desk chair, hands white-knuckled on the plastic arms. 

“Jesus…fuck, baby - just like that -“ His voice sounds reedy and breathless, cock twitching in your grip as your hand pumps the couple inches you can’t quite reach. For your first time, this is unreal, and Zayne is slowly losing his mind with the way you bob your head in his lap like you’re as hungry for him as he is for you.

He’s constantly on the verge of coming when you’re touching him, or under him, sometimes even when you look at him. Most times you only have to glance at him across his apartment with heat in your eyes before he’s got you bent over the dining table within a few minutes. 

You’re moaning, enjoying him just as much as he enjoys you, your thighs spread wide on the carpet, a hand snaking beneath your skirt. He knows the moment you slip your fingers against your clit by the way your lashes flutter, eyes flicking up to gaze at him. You remind him of a succubus, like in one of the weird, animated porn videos his friends used to show him in college - eyes heavy-lidded, long lashes fanning over your cheekbones as your plush lips surround his dick. You look at him as if you’re about to suck out his soul through his cock, and he doesn’t have to think twice about whether or not he would let you if it was possible.

“I wanna come inside you -“ He pants, already knowing he’s too close, far too close, and he’s thankful that you’re touching yourself so he can lose himself in you. He’s not sure he has the time to get you wet and ready for him, and he has a feeling he won’t have to. You grunt in protest when he pulls you off him, his slacks falling to his knees when he stands to drag you up and push you down so you’re bent over, sprawled on his desk like every fantasy he’s ever had come to life. He tugs to your skirt, tugging your thong down to your knees, your round ass bare for his hands to wander. If he had the time he would enjoy the view before him a little longer, explore every sweet inch of you. He’s blessed by the sight of your damp pussy, pink and ready for him, and he slips in a finger if only to hear you sigh. 

“So good at sucking my cock, beautiful girl,” His voice is nothing but a rasp against your ear, digging deep until you moan, a needy, keening sound that has him glancing up at the door again. Your wetness is already leaking out around his digit, his fingers slick as they noisily pump in and out. Zayne can’t help but wrap his hand around his dick, feeling it pulse in his palm. He thinks fast, covering your lips with his palm as another groan builds in your throat, “Who does this cock belong to, huh?”

“Me,” Is your muffled reply, and he huffs out a laugh, pulling his fingers from your tight, wet entrance.

He positions himself against you, his shirt nearly soaked through with sweat as his hand trembles against your hip, “That’s fucking right. It’s yours. All yours,” and he slides home. You groan against his palm, hands sliding on the glass surface as Zayne begins to drill into you, a quick, steady pace that has the photos of the two of you beginning to jostle on the desk..

He glances up at the door again, the frosted glass showing nothing to the corridor outside, and yet a sick thrill rushes down his spine as he silently hopes someone knows that you walked your beautiful ass in here simply to spread your legs for him, and that he’s the one getting to fuck you over his desk. Nobody else. 

He manages a few more hard thrusts before you tense, a garbled moan against his palm before you tighten up on him like a dream. The clench of your pussy sets off his own orgasm, one that leaves his thighs trembling. He’s panting, laying over your back and softening inside you when his pager beeps - time for his surgery.

He’s not even sure he can walk, never mind stand for the next six hours.

You wiggle under him, glancing over your shoulder before he drops a wet kiss on your neck.

“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Dr Zayne,” You giggle, and Zayne smiles as he presses another kiss into your hair.

[honeyslibrary]

Stuck With Me | Quinn Hughes

Pairing; Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); Cursing, established relationship, kissing, idk what else. Only edited once.

Summary; Based on this request: "could you do a fic of reader feeling jealous and quinn being reassuring 💕tyy"

Word Count; 4.0k

Author’s note; This is not my best work at all, I'd probably rate it a 4/10 just because I didn't really flesh out the jealousy + the pacing is kind of rushed, but I'm tired of looking at it frankly. Possibly in the future I will go back and edit it and make it better. Thank you to the anon who requested this though, I hope you liked it at least a little bit. Also, it's not really mentioned, but Quinn is not drunk and is okay to drive home + Josh is Josh Norris, and Kaylee is just a character I made up, no one IRL. -Honey.

“You’re staring,” Josh comments, nonchalant as he leans closer to nudge your arm.

Startled, you tear your gaze away and take a long sip of your drink, using the glass as a shield. “I was not,” you mumble, trying to sound casual as you glance sideways at him.

Josh chuckles, the sound resonating just slightly over the music playing. “Sure,” he says, dragging out the word with a smirk that makes it clear he’s not buying your denial for a second.

You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as you lean back against the cushioned booth. No matter how hard you try, your gaze betrays you, drifting back toward the pool table across the room. Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass as you watch Quinn and Kaylee, their heads tilted close as they laugh about something you can’t hear.

You met Kaylee earlier, when you and Quinn first arrived at the bar. She’d come over almost immediately, her tall frame poised with an effortless grace that made you feel small and slightly disheveled in comparison. She was gorgeous—model-gorgeous—with sleek, fiery red hair that fell perfectly over her shoulders and striking green eyes that seemed to gleam in the dim lighting.

And Quinn had lit up when he saw her.

“She’s just an old friend,” he’d said casually, his hand brushing your lower back as he introduced you. They’d gone to college together, apparently, and while she’d been nothing but kind and polite to you, there was something about the way she made him laugh that stuck with you. It was freer, lighter somehow, as if she knew a version of him you didn’t.

She did, actually.

You knew it was irrational. You knew that Quinn loved you, that he hadn’t seen her in years and that they were just catching up. But the jealousy crept in anyway, an unwelcome guest settling in your chest. It festered beneath your skin, bubbling hotter and more insistent with every glance and every laugh they shared over the pool table.

“You’re doing it again,” Josh observes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Your head swivels back toward him, a guilty heat rushing to your face. “Doing what?” you ask defensively, though the slight waver in your voice betrays you.

Josh arches a brow, leaning back in his seat as he folds his arms. “Staring. Sulking. Probably plotting Kaylee’s downfall, if I had to guess.” His tone is teasing, and there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he studies you.

You groan, setting your empty glass down on the table with a soft thud. “I’m not sulking.”

“Uh-huh,” he replies, clearly unconvinced.

“And I'm not plotting anyone's downfall!” you insist, but your gaze betrays you once again, flicking back toward Quinn and Kaylee. She’s leaning over the pool table now, lining up a shot, and Quinn is watching her with an amused grin, his arms crossed as he leans casually against the edge.

Your chest tightens. You know it’s nothing. You know Quinn is yours, that he’s coming home with you tonight, but the nagging voice in the back of your mind refuses to let it go.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” You don’t wait for Josh’s response, sliding out of the booth with your glass in hand. The hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter surround you as you weave through the crowded bar, bodies shifting just enough to let you pass. Your pulse feels louder in your ears than the bass thumping faintly from the overhead speakers.

When you reach the bar, you set your empty glass down with a quiet clink and take a seat on one of the worn barstools. The polished wood is sticky beneath your palms, and the faint scent of spilled beer and citrus lingers in the air.

You glance up, taking in the bartender, a guy with a mullet that somehow works on him, tattoos winding up his arms like intricate stories inked into his skin. He’s busy, sliding a tray of colorful cocktails across the counter to a group of friends celebrating a bachelorette party. You lean on the counter, your gaze drifting to the mirrored shelves behind him, rows of liquor bottles glinting in the dim light like a kaleidoscope of temptation.

After a minute or two, he finally makes his way over to you, wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his waistband. “What can I get you?” he asks, his tone brisk but not unfriendly.

“I’ll just get a Jack and Coke, thanks,” you say, offering the bartender a polite smile. As he reaches for a glass, you lean slightly over the counter, your voice carrying just enough over the ambient noise of the bar. “And my boyfriend has a tab. Last name’s Hughes—put it on there, please.”

The bartender pauses for a moment, giving you a quick once-over before nodding. “Got it,” he says, turning toward the shelves with practiced ease.

You settle back onto the stool, your fingers tracing idle patterns on the sticky wood of the countertop as you glance around. Behind the bar, the bartender moves quickly, grabbing a tumbler and dropping in a few cubes of ice before reaching for the Jack Daniel’s. His movements are efficient, the kind that come from muscle memory, and within moments, the golden liquid pours into the glass, followed by a splash of Coke.

It’s a simple drink, nothing fancy or fussy, but that’s what you like about it—consistent, reliable, no surprises.

He sets the drink in front of you with a small napkin, the condensation already starting to bead on the sides of the glass. “There you go,” he says, glancing briefly in your direction before moving on to the next customer.

“Thanks,” you reply, wrapping your fingers around the cool glass.

Taking a sip, the familiar blend of sweet Coke and smoky whiskey slides down smoothly, the warmth spreading through your chest. It’s exactly what you need—not too strong, not too complicated. Just enough to ground you as you try to push away the nagging thoughts that have been buzzing at the back of your mind all evening.

Sliding off the barstool, you clutch your drink in one hand and begin making your way back to the booth you’d claimed earlier, until your body collides with something—someone—firm and unyielding. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you stumble back, your drink sloshing out of the glass and soaking into your white top. The cold liquid clings to your skin, staining the fabric a disgusting, murky brown.

“Shit, sorry,” the guy mutters immediately, his voice filled with genuine regret. He moves quickly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the bar behind you. “Here, let me—”

He leans forward, attempting to dab at your shirt with the wad of napkins. His well-meaning gesture only amplifies your frustration, the awkwardness of the situation making your cheeks flush. You set your now-empty glass on the nearest surface with a loud clink and grab the napkins from him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your voice clipped as you step back. “Thanks, I got it.”

You don’t wait for a response, brushing past him and heading toward the bathrooms. Your pulse pounds in your ears, a mix of embarrassment and irritation settling in your chest.

Pushing the door open, you’re relieved to find the women’s bathroom empty. The faint hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence as you approach the sink. With a deep sigh, you wet the bottom of your shirt under the cold stream of water, scrubbing at the stain with a dollop of foamy soap from the dispenser.

The dark blotch stubbornly clings to the fabric, refusing to disappear entirely. You scrub harder, the rough texture of the paper towels adding to your frustration. After a few minutes, the stain fades slightly, the color no longer as glaring as before.

You toss the soggy paper towels into the trash with a sigh of defeat, inspecting the faint brown shadow that still mars your top. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, resigning yourself to your less-than-pristine appearance. Moving to the hand dryer, you press the button and hold your shirt away from your body, letting the warm blast of air dry the damp fabric.

You let the hand dryer hum for another minute, the hot air doing its best to dry the wet fabric of your shirt. It’s still slightly damp when you decide to give up and leave the bathroom. The faint shadow of the stain remains, but you’ve done all you can. With a sigh, you smooth the fabric down and push the door open, exiting into the social minefield.

As you make your way back to the booth, the familiar knot of unease tightens in your stomach. It’s not just Josh at the booth anymore. The entire group is back now, including Quinn—and Kaylee, of course. They’re sitting next to each other, laughing softly at something, their heads tilted just close enough to make your chest tighten uncomfortably. Because of course they’re next to each other. Of course.

The frustration you’ve been trying to tamp down flares up again, prickling hot under your skin. You glance away, your eyes threatening to roll before you can stop them. But it’s as if Quinn has some sixth sense for your mood, because the second you look back, his gaze locks onto yours.

He smiles at first, the kind of warm, easy smile that usually makes your heart flutter. But then his eyes drop to your shirt, the faint stain still visible against the white fabric, and his expression shifts to one of confusion.

“What happened to your shirt?” he asks, his voice cutting through the chatter as he abandons his conversation. He slides a little further into the booth, making room for you to take your usual seat on the end.

You approach the table, sitting down a little harder than you intended. The irritation bubbling beneath the surface sharpens your tone, and when you finally respond, it comes out rougher than you’d meant. “What do you think happened?”

Quinn blinks, visibly taken aback by the edge in your voice. His eyebrows shoot up briefly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. The silence that follows feels heavy, the casual buzz of the bar suddenly too loud in contrast.

Quinn leans slightly closer, his voice softer now, careful, his breath hitting against your ear. "Are you okay?"

You exhale a long sigh, the weight of the evening pressing down on you as you lean into his side. The familiar warmth of his presence wraps around you, grounding you in a way that words can’t. “I’m fine,” you murmur softly. “Sorry for snapping at you.”

Quinn doesn’t hesitate, his arm slipping casually over your shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He presses a kiss against your temple, his lips lingering against your skin for a brief moment.

“It’s okay,” he replies, his voice low, just for you to hear.

For the next little while, you sit in the booth, letting the conversation flow around you. Quinn dives back into catching up with his friends, his laughter easy and unguarded as he shares stories and memories you’re only half-listening to.

You chime in occasionally when someone calls your name, offering a small smile or a quick reply. But mostly, you let yourself fade into the background, content to simply exist beside Quinn. His arm remains draped over your shoulder, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your arm.

“…double date, right?”

You only catch the tail end of the sentence, your mind still drifting when you feel Quinn give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. The touch pulls you back to the moment, your eyes blinking as you try to focus.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, glancing around the table.

The group erupts into light laughter, the kind that feels good-natured rather than mocking. Quinn leans in slightly, his smile soft but amused as he repeats himself. “A double date. You’d be down for that, right?”

“Oh, uh… sure,” you reply, nodding quickly before the words have fully sunk in. Your gaze shifts between the faces at the table, suddenly feeling as though you’ve missed an important detail. “With who?”

Quinn’s smile widens, and there’s a playful gleam in his eyes. “Kaylee,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your mouth falls open slightly, caught completely off guard by the response. You blink, turning your attention to Kaylee, who’s sipping her drink with an easy grace. “You… have a boyfriend?” you manage to ask, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

Kaylee lets out a light, melodic giggle, setting her glass down on the table. “Soon-to-be fiancé,” she corrects, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. “At least, once he grows a pair and actually proposes.” She laughs again, shaking her head. “He’s working late tonight, so he couldn’t make it.”

Her words hit you like a freight train. Fiancé? Working late? You feel your stomach drop as the realization sinks in. All of your jealousy is baseless. Kaylee wasn’t flirting with Quinn; she wasn’t even remotely interested in him that way.

She had a boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé.

Heat creeps up your neck and into your cheeks, the embarrassment washing over you like a tidal wave. You manage a small smile, but inwardly, you’re cringing so hard you wish the ground would swallow you whole. "Yeah, that'd be fun, for sure."

The next couple of hours fly by in a blur, and before you know it, everyone is saying their goodbyes, exchanging hugs and promises to meet up again soon. The warm glow of the bar’s lights spills out onto the sidewalk as you and Quinn step outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin.

It’s dark now, and a light drizzle begins to fall, the raindrops cool and soft as they dot your clothes. You glance at each other and break into a jog toward the car. By the time you reach it, the rain has picked up, turning from a drizzle into a steady downpour. You barely make it inside before the skies seem to open up, the sound of rain pelting against the roof filling the silence as Quinn starts the engine.

“Well, that was close,” he mutters with a small laugh, brushing the dampness from his sleeves before backing out of the parking spot.

The car is warm, the faint scent of Quinn’s cologne lingering in the air as he drives through the quiet streets. A few minutes pass in comfortable silence, the rhythmic drumming of the rain against the windshield almost hypnotic.

Then, his voice cuts through the quiet. “What was up tonight? You were quieter than usual.”

The question catches you off guard, but you quickly shake your head, hoping to dismiss it. “Nothing,” you say.

Quinn glances at you briefly, his expression skeptical even as he keeps his focus on the road. “I know you,” he says evenly. “And I know it’s not nothing, so just tell me.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you turn to look out the window. The rain blurs the city lights into streaks of gold and white, a beautiful distraction from the conversation you’d rather not have. “Quinn, I’m serious. It’s nothing,” you insist, your voice firmer this time.

He presses his lips together, his jaw tightening slightly. “Was it something I did?” he asks after a moment, his voice softer now, tinged with concern.

“No,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Then what is it?” he presses again, his tone patient but persistent.

Your chest tightens, the question hanging in the air between you. It’s not that you don’t want to tell him—it’s just that you don’t even know how to put your feelings into words. The jealousy, the self-doubt, the small spiral you’d gone through earlier tonight—it all feels so petty now, so insignificant in hindsight. And yet, the weight of it still lingers, sitting heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You sigh, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window. "Just drop it."

At your words, Quinn pulls the car onto a quiet side street, the tires crunching over loose gravel before coming to a halt. He shifts the gear into park with a resolute click, his jaw tightening.

You turn to him, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?” you demand, your voice edged with confusion.

He leans back in his seat, shrugging nonchalantly, though his eyes betray his concern. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Quinn, I told you—it’s nothing,” you snap, the irritation bubbling to the surface. Your arms cross tightly over your chest, a defensive shield against his relentless prodding.

He shakes his head, undeterred. “And I know you’re lying.”

A frustrated sigh escapes you, sharp and heavy. “You know what? Fine.” You unbuckle your seatbelt with a jerky motion, the click echoing in the small space. “I’ll walk home.”

Before Quinn can respond, you fling the door open and step into the storm. The frigid rain pelts down, soaking through your clothes almost instantly. The dirt road beneath your feet churns into sticky mud, clinging to your shoes as you march away, your defiance burning hotter than the cold seeping into your skin.

“Y/N!” Quinn shouts from the car, his voice cutting through the rain like a lifeline you refuse to grab. When you don’t stop, he curses under his breath. You hear the unmistakable sound of his seatbelt unclicking and the slam of his door.

The rain muffles his footsteps, but you know he’s chasing after you. “Y/N, wait!” he calls, urgency threading through his voice. You don’t slow, your pace quickening despite the mud threatening to pull you down.

“Y/N!” Quinn’s voice grows closer, and you finally halt, spinning around with enough force to startle him. He skids to a stop, but momentum carries him forward, and he stumbles into you. His hands instinctively reach out, gripping your arms to steady you both.

“You want to know what’s wrong, Quinn?” you snap, your voice trembling with more than just the chill. Rain streaks down your face, mingling with the tears you can no longer hide. “I’m embarrassed, okay?”

His hands drop, and for a moment, he just looks at you, water dripping from his lashes and the ends of his messy hair. “Embarrassed?” he repeats, his voice soft, almost incredulous.

You wipe at your eyes with a trembling hand, though the rain makes the gesture futile. “Yeah, embarrassed,” you admit, your voice barely audible over the steady drumming of rain. You look down, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought Kaylee had a thing for you.”

Quinn blinks, clearly taken aback. “I—you what?” he stammers, his brows knitting together in confusion.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself against the cold rain. “I thought she liked you,” you repeat, more firmly this time, though the words still sting as they leave your mouth. “But she has a boyfriend, so obviously she doesn’t.”

“She’s just a friend from college,” Quinn says, his voice steady, as if the explanation should settle everything.

You nod, but it feels hollow. “I know.”

“And even if she was single,” he continues, stepping closer, “I’m not.”

His words make you glance up despite yourself. The weight in his gaze pins you in place, your breath catching in your throat.

“I have a girlfriend,” he says, his tone softening but no less resolute. “A girlfriend who makes me chase after her in a rainstorm in the middle of the night.”

The corners of his lips tug upward into a faint smile, though there’s no mistaking the seriousness in his eyes. Your heart twists at the realization—you’d been so caught up in your own doubts that you hadn’t stopped to consider how much he’d already chosen you.

The rain pours around you, but the world seems to shrink to just the two of you. For a moment, neither of you speaks. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning.

“Quinn—” Your voice falters. You search for the right thing to say, something that can express the tangle of emotions inside you. Embarrassment. Relief. Gratitude. "I usually never get jealous like this. I'm sorry."

Quinn’s expression softens as he reaches up, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The rain pelts in a steady, rhythmic drizzle around you, the droplets catching the light from the streetlamp above, creating a soft halo that bathes you both in a muted glow. He smiles, not in the least bit fazed, his eyes warm and reassuring.

"It's okay," he says simply, as if it's no big deal, his tone so calm, so easy, that it almost makes you feel like your jealousy was nothing at all.

"Quinn, I'm serious," you say, your brows knitting together as you try to convey just how sorry you truly were.

"Baby, it’s okay," he repeats, his voice low and full of understanding. "We all get jealous sometimes," he continues, his fingers now gently brushing your cheek, his thumb softly caressing your skin as if he’s trying to soothe away the tension. "I just ask that next time, you talk to me about it, okay? I want to know how you're feeling."

His words are earnest, leaving no room for doubt. He’s not upset, just asking for honesty—asking for you to trust him with those feelings. And that, more than anything, makes your heart soften.

You nod, the weight of your earlier emotions starting to ease. "I will," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper.

Quinn’s smile deepens, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes as he gazes down at you. He reaches out, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your damp cheeks, wiping away the raindrops that have begun to cling to your skin. Then, without another word, he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

The world around you seems to fade as his mouth moves against yours, slow and passionate, his lips warm and soft despite the chill of the rain. The kiss is intense, full of emotion, as if he’s pouring everything he feels into it—the reassurance, the love, the unspoken promise that he’s here for you, and only you. Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer, and in that moment, the jealousy, the embarrassment—it all melts away, washed clean by the feeling of his lips on yours.

The rain continues to fall, droplets dancing off the pavement, but all you can feel is him—the solid warmth of his body against yours, the softness of his hands cradling your face. The streetlight above flickers softly, casting the two of you in a golden glow, making the moment feel like something out of a dream, something ethereal and untouchable.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, and for a moment, you just stand there, catching your breath, your hearts beating in sync.

Quinn looks into your eyes, his gaze steady and full of love. "And for the record," he says, his voice low and serious but with a teasing lilt at the end, "I don’t want anyone else. You’re stuck with me, okay? Deal with it."

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips, the tension fully gone now, replaced by warmth and affection. The way he says it—so matter-of-fact, so confident—makes your heart swell. You shake your head, smiling as you look up at him, the rain continuing to fall around you both, but in this moment, you’re completely lost in each other.

"I love you," you whisper, your fingers threading through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss, this one softer but just as full of meaning.

[irisintheafterglow]

co-parenting a dog with pro!katsuki means having horrendously wrapped christmas presents.

"hey, kats?" you're about to open the door to the living room when he quickly calls out a warning.

"don't come in here right now!" your hand hovers over the door handle, eyebrows pinching in confusion.

"is something wrong?"

"wrapping presents," he replies with the tiniest air of frustration. you think you hear a hissed move, damn it! but figure it's just the sound of the heater roaring to life.

"i thought we agreed we would wrap each other's presents when the other wasn't home," you point out and you get a grunt of assent. you take it as permission. "i'm gonna open the door now--"

"don't! 'm not done yet!" there's whispering and shuffling on the other side of the door but you genuinely can't make out what the urgency is all about.

"bakugo katsuki, i have literally seen you shit-faced wasted," you command. "i don't care about your wrapping paper job, so i'm gonna open the door now." before he can implore you to wait, you appear in the doorway and pause.

now what the hell is going on here?

on his knees in the living room with two hands shoved under your gigantic shepherd mix's butt, katsuki freezes and both the dog and your boyfriend's eyes go wide. it takes you a second to process what's happening here, before realizing where your dog decided to rest her body. you burst out laughing unexpectedly, a loud, echoing laugh that bounces off the kitchen cabinets.

"are you trying to lift my damn dog?" katsuki gapes in protest.

"she sat on the wrapping paper and i can't get her off!" he narrows his eyes in thought for a moment. "also, she's our damn dog. i have to deal with her as much as you do."

"i'm not so much dealing with her as i am living with her," you say, making kissy noises to beckon the dog off the paper. it wrinkles and tears holes under her paws and she smacks katsuki with her fluffy tail as she approaches you for much-needed affection. "look at you, puppy. is katsuki being a meanie?"

"she started it," he huffs, sitting back against the couch. "tried to tell her to stay on her bed, but she would just come over and be a bother."

"i was on a work call for an hour, and you can't get the dog to stay in one place?" he shrugs a broad shoulder and you crawl over to sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"did you try moving her bed over here?"

"yeah, and she just wanted to sit on the paper anyway, so there was no point." your dog completes the trio and lies down next to you, putting her head in your lap. you can feel his irritation radiating under his black long sleeve, the way his cheeks were slightly red with indignance.

"why're you frustrated, baby?"

"the paper looks like shit now, but every time i yell at her to move, she flinches away and looks sad," he mumbles in deep thought. "i don't wanna scare her, but i also wanna just wrap the damn presents."

"maybe she wants to help," you offer.

"she ain't got thumbs, sweetheart," he deadpans.

"how about you keep her occupied and i'll do the paper job myself? that way we're all engaged in some way." your boyfriend considers this for a minute before a small smirk appears on his face, glancing at the dog resting on your legs.

"i think i have a better idea."

when it comes time for the class 1a's annual christmas celebration, they watch bakugo lay out a crumpled piece of wrapping paper in the middle of the floor. before they can ask what he's doing, he motions to the dog and she happily lays down, ready to be included in whatever holiday festivities were occurring.

[kotohq]

##. MY HEART'S GOING LUB-DUB

♡ things he has said that flustered you.

♡ contents and warnings: established relationships, mentions of making out (nirei), mentions of marriage (sakura), reader’s ears are pierced in suou’s, mild, mild, possessiveness in suou's but not really 🐧

♡ characters: sakura haruka, nirei akihiko, suou hayato (x gn! reader)

Anyone who knows SAKURA HARUKA probably knows that contrary to the delinquent facade he puts up, he is actually quite innocent. A little naive, if you will, blushing at every show of romantic affection. And everyone in Boufuurin knows that’s why he’s become subject to Suou Hayato’s teasing when the brown haired boy needed a good chuckle. And of course, you, as his very lovely partner, had to also jump on the bandwagon of endearingly poking fun at your boyfriend. 

“Y’know, Haruka, you should stop me or else I’m gonna get carried away and keep teasing you even after we get married!” This was a sentence you often say for laughs after you had yet again successfully made Haruka agitated and his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, all the way up to his ears. Granted, the first time he heard it he couldn’t look you in the eye for two whole days at the mention marriage (it’s not that he doesn’t like it, in fact it was because he likes it a little too much that he couldn’t even make eye contact without imagining you in fancy white attire). But now, he barely bats an eye at it now with how often you say it. But today, it’s evident that that particular sentence had poked at someone’s curiosity as you can sense someone staring at you as you banter with your boyfriend. 

“You know, Sakura-kun, I barely see you reacting to... that. You’re really planning to marry them in the future, huh?” Ah, it's Suou again. His soothing voice drips with mischief, the purpose of his question is obviously to tease his heterochromatic eyed peer yet again. Haruka’s features morph into one of confusion, brows furrowed as he turns to face his vice captain. 

“Hah? What are you talking about?” Haruka inquires like suou’s question is the most ridiculous question in the world. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought suou was asking him if he believed pigs could fly, or if the earth was actually a hexagon. 

(Of course, you can’t lie, suou’s question made you nervous despite how lighthearted he said it. Your self consciousness has already prepared itself for a heartbreak trip as you await your boyfriend to continue his response.)

“Why would I date someone I don’t intend on marrying?” 

Ah, now it’s your cheeks that are heating up. 

“Are you done?” The only answer SUOU HAYATO offers to your inquiry is a focused hum. His hand fumbles with the earring, his earring, as he tries to carefully slide the hook into the small hole on your right earlobe. Though, you have to say, you have nothing particular to complain about as you wait for your boyfriend to put the earring on you. After all, you’re getting the privilege of being in the front seat staring at Suou Hayato’s face as he carefully tries to put the earring on you. Lips pursed and eyes squinted a little, he looks extra handsome when he’s focused, you note. 

“Just need to secure them with the back. And... done!” he heaves out a breath as triumph takes over his features, pulling back slightly to admire his (hardly) hard work. His lips stretch into a smile, satisfied at how the red and yellow of his earring highlights your features more. 

“How does it look?” you feel quite nervous as you wait for his reply, shyly peering at him through your eyelashes. Being so close, you have the advantage of watching closely for any twitch of his features that might indicate satisfaction, dissatisfaction, anything that can indicate what kind of reaction he’s going to emit. 

You twitch slightly at the sensation of his pointer finger and middle finger grazing your chin, touch gentle as he settles them there. You swear you see something flashing in his usually gentle ruby eyes. Something akin to satisfaction, or, even, possessiveness. But you don't comment on it. He moves your head from your side to side as if to examine you thoroughly. (he quietly notes how cute you are for compliantly moving your head.) It’s only when you feel the earring faintly brushing against your right shoulder that you become hyper aware of how empty your left ear feels without an earring weighing it down. You also become hyper aware of the fact that the earring’s pair is still dangling from his left ear, eyes instinctively flitting to it. Your cheeks begin to heat up. Oh, it’s almost as if you’re wearing a couple ite-

He interrupts your thought before you can finish it.

“I quite like it, it’s pretty on you,” his voice breaks your train of thought. His smile is quite literally dripping with mischief, and now you can clearly see it. The tint of greed in his eyes is back as he moves his fingers that were formerly resting on your chin to stroke at the earring on your ear. His composed facade would have fooled you if it weren’t for the words he utters next.

“It gives off the feeling that you’re mine.” 

Oh he likes it, alright. Too much, maybe.

“Sorry. D’you need a break?” NIREI AKIHIKO’s voice is devoid of any teasing lilt, instead dripping with concern as he gazes at you through his eyelashes, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed with a pretty tint of pink. 

It’s not the words by themselves. It’s the fact that he’s saying those words in this kind of situation. By this kind of situation, you mean with you perched up on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his thighs as he lay seated on a couch beneath you. He had uttered those exact words after what felt like 10 minutes straight of kissing

(it hadn’t even been 5 minutes, but you could barely think with how clouded your mind is). 

His question was thoroughly leaking with worry, caramel orbs boring through you as he awaits your reply. You wanted to say yes, hell, your lungs were begging you to say yes as they heaved desperately yes. You have to give your boyfriend credit, though. Sweet like always, he had noticed he had gone a little too far when he felt your lips part with breathless whines on his, and had asked if you needed a time out. Though, you don’t think he’s aware of how his voice shakes with want, or how his fingers that are resting on your hips squeezed hard like he was trying to ground himself, or how his eyes are swirling with something akin to need.

(or how he barely sounded apologetic when he apologized, and you suspect it’s because his pride soars with the knowledge that he’s the one making you breathless.)

“No,” you’re surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds, though, that is to be expected after you quite literally just had your breath taken away. Your thumb reaches out to swipe at his quivering bottom lip, gleaming with saliva and a little swollen from pressing against yours repeatedly. He leans into your touch, and you gulp away the feeling of your tugging heartstrings. “Keep kissing me, lover boy.” 

And as he lurches forward to clash your lips together again, the last thought that etches on your mind was that he really should put this on his resume: Nirei Akihiko, 16, not good at fighting (yet), hella good at kissing. 

[waggtoon]

Why Maud Pie is Autistic

In honor of Autism Acceptance Month, I wanted to write a piece about one of my favorite autistic characters, Maud Pie.

For those of you who don't know, Maud Pie is Pinkie Pie's older sister from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Now while there hasn't been any official confirmation that this character is autistic, there's actually a lot of hints that she is throughout her time on the show. Heck, in her first episode there's a ton of hints this is the case.

First off is that Maud tends to take a lot of things literally, not getting certain phrases and metaphors. Which is a trait common amongst autistic people (trust me, I know).

Maud is also shown having certain behaviors or reactions to things that others perceive as a joke, much to her confusion (again, something I'm familiar with).

There are also a few scenes in the show where Maud is seen fidgeting with her pet rock Boulder (or other rocks she finds). Often Autistic people fidget as a way to deal with strong emotions like stress, anxiety, or just boredom.

Probably the biggest hint towards Maud being autistic is that she has a special interest. Autistic people have special interests that they will hyper focus on. In Maud Pie's case, it's obviously rocks. She knows nearly every single fact about rocks, she writes poetry about rocks (they're all about rocks), and would go on to college to study geology, where she would, in the show's terms; "get a rocktorate in rock science."

There's also the fact that Maud is stated by Pinkie and shown to be very honest, like many autistic people she tells the truth even when saying said truth can be seen as rude.

I should note that while the rest of the mane six had a bit of trouble clicking with Maud the first time they met her they eventually got a better understanding of her and Maud herself would become more sociable as the series continued forming friendships with various other characters.

Personally I think one of the biggest hints that Maud is autistic comes from Issue 29 of My Little Pony: Friends Forever comic series from IDW. Now I know some people will probably interject "Hey! The comics aren't canon!" and to that I'm gonna reply to that with what official MLP artist Andy Price once stated "[the comics] are considered continuity until the show contradicts them." I don't recall anything from the show stating that this story didn't happen, so it's still part of the canon!

Anyways, in this story Rarity meets up with Maud at a "Geological and Gemological" convention where they find out that a large cave system with gems has recently been discovered under the Crystal Mountain Range and that the first pony to explore the caves will receive full credit for the discovery. Rarity brings up the idea of Maud going to the caverns, though it doesn't appear that Maud is that excited.

It is at this point another pony named Buried Treasure who is Maud's rival enters the picture, claiming she will get to the cave first to claim the credit for the discovery.

As Rarity and Maud go on their journey to get to the caverns, Rarity tries to get Maud to be more emotive and passionate, but it doesn't appear to be working.

Later on just as they're about to get close to the caves, Buried Treasure ends up burning a bridge they need to cross (torch and all) which appears to put a stop to their adventure. Rarity states how this doesn't seem to be a big loss as Maud doesn't appear to be upset, and is about to write in her diary, only to accidentally open Maud's diary instead. Maud insists that Rarity should read it, which leads us to the big reveal.

It turns out that Maud does have feelings, she gets emotional about a ton of stuff, she just isn't able to show it physically, but she's able to via writing. This is something I relate to big time. I don't have as much trouble expressing my emotions as Maud does, but at the same time, I often have difficulty expressing my full thoughts and more complex feelings via talking, though in my own head or when I write them out, I suddenly feel a whole lot more comfortable and I'm more easily able to get them out (it's one reason why this essay is a blog post and not a video).

(By the way, in case you're wondering, they do end up getting to the gem caverns first. Maud does this by breaking a hole in the wall. She's very strong.)

Going onto another subject, in 2023 Lauren Faust (the creator of Friendship is Magic) confirmed on Twitter that she created Pinkie Pie with the idea that she would be neurodivergent (more specifically ADHD).

Now while ADHD isn't the same as Autism, the two are often linked, as many people who are diagnosed with one will often be diagnosed with the other. So it's very likely that Pinkie Pie has autism as well. She does have several autistic traits, like misunderstanding more complex things, having a special interest in parties to where she can memorize everyone's birthday amongst several other party related facts, heck, even her occasional bouncing and wiggling around could be seen as a kind of stimming (possible essay for later: "Is Pinkie Sense a form of stimming that can predict the future").

Now there may be a few of you that may say, "But WaggToon, Maud and Pinkie can't both have autism, they're completely different. It doesn't make sense!" To which I say, "Yes it does" because there's more than just one kind of autism. Autism can effect people differently, some people might have difficulty with loud noises, others don't, some people like to follow a specific routine, others like to be more unpredictable, some people are more introverted and quiet, other's are a lot more extroverted and love to be loud and crazy (do those last two sound familiar?).

Maud and Pinkie might not be the only autistic representation here, over the years I've seen several arguments from fans stating that certain characters could be part of the spectrum. Twilight Sparkle because she likes to follow the rules, Starlight Glimmer because she has a special interest in kites, Rainbow Dash because she has trouble paying attention, amongst several others! I could be here all day going over why multiple characters could be considered to be autistic. That's one reason why My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic has such a huge autistic following, because we see ourselves in these characters.

I'm probably closer to a Pinkie Pie than I am a Maud Pie, but I still remember when I first saw Maud in her debut episode, there was just something about her that made me go "Ah yes, this is me. I feel seen."

Happy Autism Acceptance Month everybody. Remember to be like Maud and rock on.

[averyspizookies]

— — GUARDED — —

Hi Pookies!! I hear yall loud and clear and I’m very happy u guys enjoyed chapter 7. I’m not sure this one will be as bomb but I’ll try lol. Give feedback! comment, inbox, dm! It helps a lotttt, and I love hearing from yall.Ty and enjoy!

Pairing: Hopkins transfer Azzi x Hopkins Paige

“How long do you think she’ll take to reply?” Paige whispers, feeling a sense of calm from being next to Azzi, yet her heart racing from their closeness.

Azzi looked over to meet Paige’s blue eyes, “I’m not sure. maybe 10 mintues?”

“10? That quick?”

Azzis jaw dropped in mock disbelief, “Yknow, I’m like kinda a celebrity Paige, you should be greatful to be here right now.”

Paige rolled her eyes and looked back up at the ceiling, “yeah, yeah. I’m soooo lucky to be next to the Azzi Fudd.”

Azzi was still looking at her, Paiges scent filing her nose, the sweetness and musk dragging her in deeper “Yeah, well. Look at my phone if I’m so wrong.”

Paige met her eyes, raising a brow. Then, wordlessly, she grabbed Azzis phone.

“It’s locked dummy.”

“Oh the passwords 0535” Azzi responded easily.

Paige was a little confused why she told her the password so quickly, but felt some butterfiles in her stomach from the trust. She typed in the numbers opening the phone and going to instagram.

She clicked on the photo. It already had 10k likes.

“Woah, is this normal?”

Azzi looked over at the phone finally, her eyes widening a little. “Uh—no. That’s weird, most of my posts take like a hour or two to hit 10k, not minutes.”

She gabbed the phone, then looked a little closer.

Now noticing how clearly you could see Paiges lap, along with her hands firmly on her hip. It looked a lot more than friendly, and with the pale hand. It was clear people were wondering who it was.

“Open the comments.” Azzi asked, the phone still in Paige’s hand

Paige opened them, eyes racking the comments quickly.

A few read:

“Uhhh Azzi girl, we interrupting something? 😭” @sammmsWbb

“Ohhh yall she got a bf!!” @sisterlithhh

“Wait!! That’s a different person from her shoot, I wonder who” @Icantthinkofanything

But just as they were reading through, a dm popped up.

Ash: hey Az, cute new pic.

Azzi read the message along with Paige, then took a breath,

“Well, what now?” Azzi asked, heart racing slightly

Paige shrugged, handing the phone over, “you flirt.”

She couldn’t, she sucked at it. But there was no choice, she took the phone and went to the text.

_____

Ash: hey Az, cute new pic.

Azzi: Thanks!! lol people are going crazy.

Ash: How could they not? You look good in it.

Azzi didn’t like those words at all, she didn’t want Ash to say she looked good. Only wanting one person to say that about her now…but still, this was the plan. She had to stick to it.

Azzi: You think?

Ash: ….yea, I definitely think so. I know you’re with Paige but, if you ever wanna be friends. I’m here😉

Paige sighed, knowing this was working but also knowing she hated it. All she wanted was Azzi to say that she didn’t care if people thought they were dating. But that wasn’t gonna happen.

Azzi replied

Azzi: Sounds good to me 😉

She locked her phone and turned to Paige, “well, how did I do?”

Paige ran a hand through her now down hair, “Good, I mean could be better. But good.”

Azzi hummed, unsure of what to say next, then Paiges phone started ringing.

“Who’s that? It’s like 11.” Azzi asked, slightly upset her and Paiges conversation got interrupted.

Paige grabbed her phone, On the screen was the name “TWINN🤞 and 1 other.”

Paige connected the call, seeing it wasIce and Nika.

She tilted the phone to show only her, not Azzi, then spoke. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Nika asked, leaning in so you could only see her forehead, clearly looking at Paige.

Paige felt her heart skip a beat. Even though there was technically nothing to hide….It felt like there was.

She glanced over at Azzi for a second, who was watching this all unfold.

But Azzi wasn’t much help, completely stuck in her thoughts. Paige looked good. Like insanely. Her eyes were darkened by the dim lighting, her arm swung behind her head and her body relaxed. It had her thinking some unholy things.

But Azzi just shrugged her shoulders, not saying anything.

Paige turned her attention back to the phone, meeting Nika and Ices glares again. “I’m at home…why? Y’all out without me?”

Ice scoffed, “No we’re not out, but you sure are.”

Paige was a pretty good liar. She could do this.

“I’m not, like I said, I’m at home.” She answered smoothly.

Nika raised a brow, “Then who did you just look at?”

“My Lebron poster, my king deserves my attention more then yall”

Azzi snorted, quickly covering her mouth after realizing the noise was definitely heard.

Paige hearing this, shot a look to Azzi, silently asking “what the fuck!”

Azzi’s eyes widen for another second, but just she does, Nikas speaking again. “And what was at?”

Paige looks back to her phone, stumbling over her response, “ummm-uh. My dog?”

“You don’t have a dog.” Ice chimes in

Paige scoffs, “Yes I do! She’s just new!”

Nika glares at her, knowing damn well Paige is lying through her teeth. “Let’s see her then.”

Paiges heart starts to race, she motions to Azzi.

Thinking quickly, Azzi runs out of the room and grabs a sleepy Stewie. Returning quickly.

She hands to dog to Paige, who is too tired to care. “See, this is Stewie!”

Neither Nika or ice speak.

But then, ice starts screensharing, still wordless.

her screen is on Azzis instagram, scrolling for a second then clicking a photo, still without a word.

The photo is a smiling Azzi with Stewie in her arms at a park. Clear as day.

“Yeah. so wanna stop lying now or?” Ice asks finally, ending her screen-sharing.

Paige is stuck, unsure of what to do. She’s been caught, and there’s no explaining.

Not even sure what she’s been caught of, she just leans foward and ends the call.

“Why would you just hang up!!” Azzi asked, stifling her laughter at the whole situation.

“Uhh, I don’t actually know.” Paige says, breathless and confused.

Azzi starts to laugh at the blonde’s approach to fix the whole situation, “Your hopeless, yknow that?”

Paige leans back, pretending she’s more than relaxed, “Ya think?”

Azzi lays down next to her again, “I know.”

They sit in silence for a beat, just letting the air settle between them.

The silence isn’t awkward, not charged. Just compatible. Like they’ve known each other for years.

Azzi looks over at Paige, taking in her side profile. It’s perfect with her sharp jawline, her blue eyes seemily clear from the angle. The way her mouth is slightly parted her chest rising and falling perfectly in sync with Azzis.

Paige feels the heavy gaze on her, feeling slightly flushed from the thought of it. She turned over quickly, catching Azzis eyes, “You starring again, Princess.”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

They both hold each others gaze, it filled with millions of questions on whats happening between them right now.

“Azzi….”

“Don’t. Lets not right now.” Azzi cuts her off, already knowing what was gonna happen. And the truth was, she didn’t need to think about that right now. She always needed to think things through first, this was no different. Whatever ‘this’ was.

Paige exhales, feeling slightly rejected, but thankful she was stopped. Because in all honesty, she didn’t even know where she was going with it.

“So, ice and Nika are gonna be annoying tomorrow, what do we do about that?” Paige asks, staring deeply into Azzis brown eyes.

“Nothing, there’s nothing to hide, right?” Azzi says, looking back up at the ceiling. “We’re just hanging out, and if they wanna read into that, they can.”

Paige nods, she’s right. There’s nothing going on. but there is. Something she doesn’t know what to call yet.

“I should text the groupchat about the party, it’s in a few days.” Azzi says, reaching for her phone.

Paige hums in agreement. Thinking about how bad the party’s going to be. Azzi and Ash, flirting. In front of her. Not something she wants to see. But Azzi’s special, she’s different. And if starting a rumor about them dating would affect her career in anyway, Paige will do anything to stop that. Even if that means sitting through her Exs awful advances for a few hours.

Azzi unlocks her phone, seeing the post had gained another 10k likes. It’s completely viral, but no ones guessing Paige. Which, why would they? She types out a quick text to the team’s group chat.

“Hey guys! I know it’s kinda late but, one of my friends invited us all to a party at her house. They’ll be drinks and games and other athletes and stuff. I’ll send the details later, anyone in?”

After a few second the likes start rolling in, everyone on the team saying they’re in. Azzi sends the details for the party and tosses her phone back down.

“Alright, there all in. Cmon, get up.” azzi says, pulling on Paiges arm.

“What? Why?” Paige replies, even though she’s letting herself be pulled.

“Because i’m bored, and my parents aren’t home. So let’s have some fun.” Azzi says with a mysterious glint in her eyes.

Paige narrows her eyes at her, trying to see what the younger girl is suggesting, all she knows is that it’s not gonna be fun. “What qualifies as ‘Fun’”

Azzi shrugs knowingly and starts to get up from her bed, grabbing her phone and Paiges hand.

Paige closes her hand around Azzis, letting her drag her out of the room.

They walk joined together down the hallway to the kitchen. Where Azzi lets go and starts to move towards a cabinet.

Paige leans against the kitchen island, crossing her arms and letting her gaze drift over Azzis body, moving fluidly around her space.

She pulls down two cups, and glances back at Paige,

Paige catches the glance, “What are you planning, Az”

Azzi shrugs and smiles, going back to a different cabinet,

she opens it and pulls down a bottle of Tequila.

“Azzi..?” Paige asks, after seeing where this is going.

“What? I said we were gonna have fun.” She says back, pouring the liquid into both glasses, a good amount in both. Surely enough to get blackout.

“Won’t your parents notice?” Paiges asks,

She shakes her head, “Nah, they don’t even drink, this is just the stuff my Aunt keeps here for when she visits or we have parties.”

She goes into the fridge, grabbing two twisted teas.

Paige scoffs, taken back by how confident Azzi is with drinks. “So…You can’t flirt, but apparently you can drink like a grown man?”

Azzi grabs the cups and tea, heading over to Paige and handing them to her, “Yea, basically.”

Paige rolls her eyes shaking her head, “your trouble.”

“But fun, something you desperately need.”

She walks over to the couch, taking a seat comfortably and turning off the lights, she grabs the remote and goes on Disney+

Paiges follows and takes a seat next to her, but still a good amount of space between them. She spreads out her legs, and sets down her dinks. “Disney?”

Azzi hums and turns on frozen. “Okay so…every time we see snow, we take a drink, okay?”

“Azzi. we’re watching Frozen, we’ll both be dead 15 mintues in.” Paige asks, a little concerned for herself.

She shrugs yet again, “so? it’ll be a fun 15 mintues.”

Paige runs a hand over her face, then nods. “Okay..but, if im dead. I’m haunting you everyday after.”

Azzi nods, “deal.”

She starts the movie, settling even farther into the couch.

****

It’s 40 mintues into the movie. Both her and Paige are on a different planet at this point.

“SOoo.. You never told me. Ash, how did that start?” Azzi asks, a little closer to Paige now that she’s had some liquid courage.

“Umm. Funny enough, at a party, I was super drunk and she looked prettier in the lighting I guess.” Paige says with a snort, recalling the night.

Azzi hits Paige on the shoulder, “Paige! That’s mean!”

Paiges nods, “yeah, yeah. Well it’s true. Ask another question, I can tell you have them.” She says, some words slurring together but she’s still heavily focused on Azzi.

Azzis focused on Paige aswell, just the perfect amount of drunk where’s she honest, but still aware. The movies long forgotten now. “Ummm, well. How many bodies do you have?”

“4, you?”

“None, told you. I don’t date.”

Paige hums, feeling a little more confident, “well, if you ever want to make it 1, let me know.”

Azzi looks at her, scanning her face for the sarcasm, but there is none. “Okay, I might just do that.” She replies softly.

Paige is looking dead into her eyes, which are now the most interesting things in the world. Just do it. She thinks, wanting to kiss her badly.

But then Azzi breaks eye contact, looking for her phone. “Let’s go live.”

“Live? Azzi, were both drunk.” Paige says, looking at the younger girl setting up her phone to where there both in frame,

Paige looks slightly flustered, her hair a little messy, but still good. And Azzi seems to only get prettier as the night carries on.

She clicks the button and starts the live, fans rolling in instantly,

Paige moves out of frame, unsure of it Azzi wants her in.

“Hey guys!!! How is everyone.” Azzi asks the live,

People start blowing up the chat with responses

Some asking who was the person in the photo, some asking questions baksetball.

“Whoa, guys slow down, I can’t even read any of these.” Azzi says, slightly slurring, but it would go unnoticed to anyone who didn’t know her state.

The comments start to roll is a tad slower, now only people with actual questions commenting.

One of the reads, “Azzi!! Who’s that next to you?”

Azzi reads it aloud and looks at Paige, who’s scrolling on her phone leaning out of fame, only her legs in.

“You wanna be in it or no?” Azzi asks, looking straight at here, not pressuring.

Paige hesitates for a second, knowing she looks completely wasted by now, a lightweight despite everything. She shakes her head no. Thinking it over for a second.

Azzi nods and goes back to the live, “sorry guys, it’ll be a mystery for now.”

The comments explode, asking if its her boyfriend, to which Azzi laughs, “No guys, no. Definitely not my boyfriend.”

Paige snorts, the sound going to the phone.

Azzi shoots her a look, “shut up, you’d be lucky to be my boyfriend.”

Paige throws her hands up in mock surrender, “I didn’t even say anything”

The comments roll in again,

Some reading:

“Who is that?? Guys I can’t tell!” @Lyssathekissaxx

“That low key didn’t sound like a guy..” @Justinforya

“Yall, that definitely wasn’t the guy, probably just her friend” @Karlabarlabomma

Azzi reads the last message aloud, “yeah guys just my…friend.”

“Mhmmm” Paige drags out, making sure it’s loud enough for both Azzi and the stream to hear.

Paiges phone starts ringing, She answers.

“What Nika?” She sighs out, slightly quieter, but still heard.

Azzis busy reading the comments, laughing at a few, and not noticing Paige.

“Nothing, just funny that I just heard you say that on Azzis live, I’d suggest being a little less obvious.”

“Oh, shit.” Paige laughs out, still drunk, so not really taking Nikas tone seriously.

Paige is not that smart sober, but drunk its even worse.

She completely forgets her phone which has Nika on the line, and turns to Azzi. Loudly whispering. “Az, Nikas on the stream, she like knows something.”

Azzi looks at her, furrowing her brows. “Shes on my live? Why?”

Paige shrugs and Azzi turns back to the stream , “hiii Nika! What’s up girl.”

Nika comments,

“Azzi, id suggest getting off live before people piece together who that is.” @Nikamuhl1010

“Ummm, what are you asking about, theres no one next to me.” Azzi slurs, smacking Paiges legs to get her out of frame, which causes Paige to yelp.

“see. No one.” Azzi says, trying to sound convincing.

The stream is blowing up, people trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

“Uhhh guys, whats going on 😭” @Lyssathekissaxx

“Azzi girl are you drunk 💀” @bbblloever

“Lmfao yall she’s lit asf” @420202eater

Azzi reads the comments, or tries to, her vision blurring a little.

“Uhhh, Okay guys—Um, that’s all for tonight!! Love you all!” Azzi says, picking up her phone.

she goes to end the live, accidentally knocking over a glass of water on to Paiges leg,

“Azzi!!” Paige shouts, standing up quickly.

“shit sorry P,”

Paiges jaw opens,then she looks at the phone. She starts pointing aggressively to it, mouthing Your on live!

Azzi turns her attention back to the phone, the comment exploding still

“YALL IM GONE 💀” @DEmmyy

“Azzi boo your 16, lets keep it cute” @Kamiliaiines

“Did she say P? Who’s P?” @Christainbitsten

“GET OFF LIVE STUPID” @NikaMuhl1010

Azzi curses then finally hits the button, ending the live before completely powering off her phone, just in case somehow she was still streaming.

As soon as her phone goes back, She starts laughing uncontrollably.

“Are you genuinely stupid Azzi” Paige deadpans, clearly not as amused as the burnette

“Sorry!! It was funny.” Azzi says throwing up a hand.

“Yeah yeah. well I’m l wet thanks to you.” Paige says, making her way to the kitchen for a towel.

Azzi snorts, “Ohhh really? I haven’t even touched you.”

“Azzi!!” Paige shouts, flursted.

Azzi shrugs getting up to walk over to Paige, “sorry, I couldn’t not say anything.”

“But you really could’ve.” Paige says patting her sweatpants.

“also, your sleeping over right?” Azzi asks, concerned that Page will try and drive.

“Ummm, I don’t know, we have school tomorrow.” Paige says, finally throwing away the damp towel.

Azzi crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s fine, my parents won’t be back until late tomorrow night. I can drive us both to school, we’re going to the same place.”

Paige sighs, knowing that she really shouldn’t sleep over. “I mean, sure.”

“Okayyyy, well. I’ll get you some clothes, You wanna shower too?” Azzi asks, starting to walk towards her room.

“yeah, thanks.” Paige says back, following her.

*****

After about an hour, both of the girls have showered and changed, now laying in Azzis bed as the alcohol starts to leave their systems.

Azzi turns to Paige, “hey, yknow I can sleep in the guest room if you want? You can have my bed.”

“No, are you kidding? I’ll go in the guest room, it’s fine.” Paige says, trying to not show her disappointment.

Azzis quiet for a beat, thinking what to say next,

“Uh-yknow, the guest room, it uh, gets really cold at night. So if you wanna sleep in here. That would be okay too.” She says, trying to sound as smooth as possible,

a smile tugs a Paige’s lips, then a full on smirk as she eyes Azzi, seeing her nervousness. “You want me to sleep in here?”

Azzi rolls her eyes and scoffs, “No! I was just being considerate.”

“Oh realllyyy? Because yknow I do hate cold rooms.” Paige says leaning back.

“yeah?”

“Yea.”

With this, Azzi moves foward to the bed from her chair. Getting under the blanket.

“Okay fine. But no gay stuff.” Azzi says, still not completely sober.

“Psh, like i’m the one to worry about.” Paige replies, getting under the blanket as well.

“You are, your more like-yknow.” She says gesturing over towards Paige.

“I’m more what? Experienced? Confident? Dreamy?” The blonde says, meeting Azzis gaze.

She promptly rolls her eyes, “Stupid, id say”

“You like it.”

“Shut up.”

“Goodnight Pretty”

“Fag.”

Paige loses it laughing, to which Azzi turns off the lights. Starting to drift away to the sound.

“Night” She mumbles, barely audible. But Paige hears it. Every part of her hears it.

****

Azzis alarm rings at 6:40 Am, waking her up.

She opens her eyes, trying to make sense of the night passing her, and is acutely aware of the hangover she has.

Then she thinks a little more, feeling the hot breath of someone else on her neck.

Paige.

Paige is in her bed. Asleep.

They got drunk together last night and now are asleep in her bed.

But something else is different. She feels a weight on her hip.

Lifting up the blanket crelfully, seeing that her and Paige drifted closer in the night.

Like.

A lot.

Paiges arm is wrapped around Azzis waist, her body almost fully pressed against hers, and Azzi turned towards her, if she moves her head a few inches, shed be an inch away from Paiges.

Panicking, all she can think of is to make Paige wake up first, have her deal with the position there in.

Which really, Azzi doesn’t hate. The warmth of Paige is like another blanket, and the feeling from waking up next to her is one she prays she gets to feel again. Making it even more clear that’s she’s fallen for Paige Beuckers. Hard.

She turns her phone volume up, the alarm ringing louder and closer, then tucks her head back down pretending to be asleep still.

Paige starts to stirr at the sound. slowly waking up, sending a deep exhale out onto Azzis neck which makes the younger girl shiver.

Then Paige stiffens, noticing there position.

She slowly moves her hand carefully of her waist, leaning over to stop the alarm.

Azzi decides she probably should “wake up” too, and pretends to do such.

The silence is painfully awkward.

“Uh, goodmorning?” Paige says, voice raspy.

Azzi throws both hands to cover her fae, “Don’t.”

Paige chuckles and starts to unwrap herself from the girl, sitting up.

“schools in like, an hour. Why do you get up so early?” Paige asks, starring down at Azzi.

Azzi uncovers her face, meeting Paiges soft blue gaze. She’s only prettier in the mornings.

Normally she face is sharp, sexy. But now, she’s…gorgeous. Long blonde hair down and soft, still tussled. Her normal piercing blue eyes relaxed, her lips and cheeks slightly rosy from the heat between the two of them. It’s all enough to make Azzi forget how to speak.

“Uhhh, you good?” Paige asks, a little self conscious in the moment.

“yeah, you just-uh you look..pretty.” Azzi says softly, still sleepy so not completely aware of what she just said.

Paige has been called a lot of things.

She’s been called Hot, Sexy, Fine.

But pretty? Never. Not by a girl at least, not genuinely. not by someone like Azzi.

“What?” Paige breathes out, confused by the new compliment.

“No, god no. Never mind sorry- that was weird.” Azzi says, trying to recover.

“no, no. don’t do that. Sorry, it just caught me off guard.” Paige replies, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “It’s just, no ones ever called me that before.” She admits,

Azzi looks at her, trying to see if she’s joking. “What? How’s that possible?”

Paige sighs, “Well, I mean Iike yeah I’ve been called pretty, but like. By my Dad or family or yknow people like that. But all the girls I’ve dated, they’ve always treated me kinda like a guy. They don’t really give out compliments like that.”

Azzi takes a second to process this, the still of the morning, the sunlight pouring in gold hues, the birds chirping.

“really? Then clearly you weren’t dating the right girls Paige” Azzi says softly, unsure if she should keep going.

Paige nods, biting the inside of her cheek. She doesn’t know if she should, but she feels a pull to just be completely honest with Azzi.

“I’d rather you then them say it though,”

“Paige…” Azzi says,

“Cmon. We have school.” Paige says, picking her normal tone back up.

Azzi nods and gets up. Knowing something’s changed.

***

Azzi goes to the closet, then realizing Paige is still in the bathroom, she shouts out. “Paige!! Can you come here in a second?”

Whilst Paige is having basically a breakdown in the bathroom, she shouts back. “Yeah! One sec.”

Paige looks up at herself in the mirror. She looks good. Not anything special. But good. Maybe even pretty.

she’s comfortable in the clothes she had in her bag, thankful to always have extra. Shes wearing a navy blue Nike hoodie, with some basketball shorts. Her Nike socks and white air forces along with of course a simple silver cross chain. She normally puts her hair up, but today it seems softer than normal (probably from using Azzis shampoo and conditioner) So she’s left it down. her bright blonde hair along with her blue eyes brighter from the blue of the hoodies working for her.

She walks back over to Azzis room, secretly hopping Azzi will think she looks good too.

She walks into the room, not seeing anyone. “Az?” She calls out,

“One second!” Azzi says from in her closet,

She peeks her head out fom the door, seeing Paige dressed and ready sitting on the bed.

“Hey, I just wanted to see if you wanna hit Starbucks before school?” Azzi asks, still only her head out from the closet due to the fact she’s not wearing a shirt.

Paige looks up nods, “yeah sure,”

Azzi smiles and goes back to the closet, putting on black ripped jeans shorts and a light purple tank top, along with her long curly hair down, one half tucked behind her ear. With mascara and highlighter on her already perfect face. She puts on a gold cross necklace too, with her normal gold ‘a’ necklace.

she walks out and grabs her phone, feeling Paige’s eyes on her.

“you look good” Paige says, eyeing her down. Azzi unknowingly wearing her favorite color.

Azzi gives her a genuine smile, “Thanks, you too.” She says taking in her appearance. Which is just..Paige. (So stunning)

“I have the worst hangover ever, can we please go before I die?” Azzi adds,

Paige stands up and stretches, “Nooo really, the girl who drank half her body weight in alcohol has a hangover?”

Azzi rolls her eyes and swings her backpack on her shoulder, “cmon, you’re driving.”

“Thought so” Paige says following her out of the room.

****

after school, practice is starting. Both Azzi and Paige had barely survived the day, having awful hangovers that school surely didn’t help. But they kept in contact most of the day, just texting here and there.

As Paige walks onto the court, her eyes scanning for Azzi, she hears ices voice, “Paige!”

Ugh.

Paiges turns around, knowing there’s nothing she can do. “Yes?”

ice walks up to her, “Oh nothing, me and Nika just wanted to chat for a second.”

“Yknow practice starts in like 10 mintues, maybe we shouldn’t now.”

Nika cuts in, “No, right now is actually the perfect time.”

Paige groans, not winning this clearly, “What did you want to talk about then?”

Nika glances at ice, “well, it’s wanted to know if you’ve seen Azzi lately, her behavior was a little strange on her live.”

Ice speaks up, “yeah, she seemed almost, drunk. You wouldn’t know anything about that right?”

“Nope.” Paige lies,

“yeah, stop lying. Were you with Azzi last night? No wait, we know you were with Azzi last night. We just really wanna know whats happening there.”

Paige shrugs, “Nothings happening, just hung out.”

Ice butts in again, “Hung out? Meaning, got drunk together went on live and made a fool out of herself?”

“and don’t forget the photo, I mean, crazy how those hands on Azzis waist seem similar to yours?”

“Weird, what a coincidence.” Paige answers, tone nonchalant.

Ice snorts, “Paige, whatever’s happening, be careful.”

“Sureeee, even though nothings happening” Paige says, walking away.

***

After practice the Varisty teams in the locker room, some icing, some on their phones.

“hey guys, so the party Friday? You guys still all coming?” Azzi speaks up.

the girls all chime in, nodding,

Caroline asks, “hey, whos party is it? You never said.”

Azzi sighs, thinking for a second. “Just this girl I know, her names Ash.”

“Ash? As in cheated on Paige Ash?” KK asks, looking between Azzi and Paige.

Paige nods, taking a slow sip of her water, “That’d be the one.”

“Wait what? And your going?” KK asks again,

“yeah, party’s a party yknow.” Paige says,

Ice scoffs, “You better not do anything stupid with her”

Paige locks her gaze onto Azzi, “You should be tellling that to her, not me.”

Azzis eyes widen, then notices all the girls looking at her.

“What does that mean?” Caroline asks,

“No clue.” Azzi responds.

The girls give confused looks, all not understanding the silent conversation between Paige and her.

“Uhhh, anyways, I’m gonna head out guys.” Ice speaks up, her and Kk standing up.

Ice saying this makes most of them follow, including Paige, all saying goodbye to each other and heading out.

Caroline walks up to azzi as they walk out, “hey, you wanna come over to get read for the party on Friday?”

Azzi smiles at her, “yeah, That’d be great!”

Caroline nods and smiles back, “K! See ya then.”

Azzi does the same, walking towards her car.

[kinzis-writing]

Almost Over You | Joe Burrow

summary: It happened suddenly, you and Joe had broken up and you never understood exactly how it happened. All you know is that his ex-girlfriend was brought up and an argument started leaving to you being heartbroken. Your friends swore to you that they would stop at nothing until you got over your ex-boyfriend, but what if that's harder than you think?

Pairing: Joe Burrow (Bengals/NFL) x Fem! Reader (Joe Burrow x You)

Requested: Yes | No

Warning(s): mentions of heartbreak and breaking up, mentions of Joe x Olivia, mentions of alcohol.

Little note from me: This is the first time I have ever written for Joe Burrow. I usually write for Tee Higgins and Josh Allen. I wanted to give Joe a try because he is starting to grow on me a little bit. I may end up making a part 2 to this if I feel like it. Also I started writing this in Y/N format and then I switched to "You" after like the second paragraph lol. *gif not mine*

Word Count (lyrics not included): 4.5k

*Not Edited*

I also hate how I ended this. I need to work on the ending of my stories but I will work on getting better. May be a part 2 later... I haven't decided yet!

I've stopped looking for your truck, every time I go somewhere I don't scroll through the past anymore 'cause I don't care I'm finally putting on the shirt I like, tight jeans, big hoops with my hair up high. The least you could've done was give me the bar tonight.

Y/N browsed her outfits that she had brought over to her friends house. Her and her girls were having a girls night and going to the bar to let loose and have fun. It happened to be her best friends idea, mainly because she had been struggling to get over a recent breakup. Y/BFF/N had insisted that he wasn’t worth it and that she was going to get you over him one way or another. 

“Let me do your hair, Y/N!” One of the girls in your group spoke up. She was the hairstylist and makeup guru of the group, so she was the designated hair and makeup artist for the friend groups and any events that they attended. “I’ll fix your makeup too.” 

Y/N knew arguing would be pointless, so she sat down in the vanity chair and let her hair artist friend have at it. “I need help picking an outfit.” She spoke up looking towards her best friend while the other friend continued doing her hair. “I’m torn between the three on the bed.” She added pointing to the three outfits. 

In less than 20 minutes, her hair was done and makeup was touched up. Her best friend had left her choice on the bed before finishing getting ready and making everyone a pregame shot before heading to the bar. She was finishing pulling up her jeans when her friends came in with two trays of shots. 

“I’m not sure about this outfit.” Y/N spoke up. She usually wasn’t one to feel insecure, but looking at herself dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a blouse, both of them not belonging to her, made her self conscious. “Why didn’t you pick one of my outfits?” She asked her best friend turning around. 

“Girl, you look hot!” She replied not answering your question at first. “You’re freshly single, so we’re gonna act like it today.” She added picking up a shot and handing it to you. 

You hesitantly grabbed the alcohol before glancing around the group of girls you loved so much. They were your best friends and you would do anything for them and they would do anything for you. “To Y/N, for finally taking a large step in getting over the dick.” 

“Cheers to that.” The other girls replied before downing the shot.

“Don’t call him that.” You spoke up softly hating the way her comment made you feel. The night you two broke up was still a blur and was anything but easy for you. More than likely you had blacked it out due to heartbreak, but still it lingered in your mind. 

“Honey, he had his hooks sunk deep in you. So deep that you literally wouldn’t even walk into a shop, restaurant, or anything if you noticed a vehicle that looked like his.” Y/BFF/N reminded you as you threw back your shot in hopes of forgetting about Joe tonight. Your ultimate goal was to finally and fully move on, to get over Joe tonight. 

After a couple more shots, the girls were heading to their favorite bar. Which just so happened to be the bar that Y/N and Joe always went to together. 

Why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on, Then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you. When I was just about, just about over you.

The girls had gotten to the bar around 11:45 or midnight. It was officially 1:42 and Y/N was letting loose. She felt the best she had in forever and to her, it had nothing to do with the guy that she was practically grinding against. The alcohol in her system made her feel a bit more easy-going and less paranoid of running into “he-who-should-not-be-named” at their bar. 

The loud pounding music came to a halt and was replaced with a slower song causing you to turn around and face to mystery bar guy. You weren’t one to just go and have hook-ups with anyone or randomly show pda to guys you didn’t know. In a plan to get over someone… it felt almost right to do it that way.

“You want to get out of here?” The mystery guy asked seductively trying to keep you enticed with him. 

You gave him a look before your eyes caught a group of men walking in together. Your blood ran cold, face turning pale as you seen the familiar dirty blonde locks and perfect smile of your ex-boyfriend. You took a chance to catch your breath when you moved your eyes over and caught Jamarr and Tee already noticing you. You had been close with a few of Joe’s teammates seeing as you were together for a bit. 

Jamarr gave you a quick nod of greeting before avoiding your gaze and Tee flashed you his smile before heading to an area with the boys. “I have to go.” You told the mystery man before leaving towards your group of girls. You were hoping that you could convince your girls to leave and do this another night. Maybe you could fake sick and go home by uber, you weren’t sure what your whole plan was, but you knew something would have to go down to leave. 

Once you reached your group of girls, who were either occupied with boys/girls or chatting with each other while drinking, you put on your best sick face. “Hey, I’m not feeling the best… I think it’s best if I uber home.” 

Your hairdresser best friend gave you a saddened look believing the story that was being told. “Bullshit.” Y/BFF/N spoke up crossing her arms. “I noticed him walk in with his groupies.” She responded raising an eyebrow in your direction. 

You shrugged not really caring if she noticed him, “I’m not in the mood to deal with this tonight.” 

“Y/N, you are not leaving. I promised you that I would help you get over him and with that promise it means not letting you leave all because he came into this bar.” Your best friend stated. With her tone of voice, you knew it was pointless to even argue with her. 

“Isn’t it weird that he showed up after you were fixing to go home with some guy?” Another one of the girls in your group spoke up. 

“I was not going home with that guy.” You objected crossing your arms over yourself feeling a bit uncomfortable. “That’s not who I am.” 

“Maybe that’s what you need for one night.” Another spoke up causing you to roll your eyes. 

You shook your head in disbelief at your friends, “I’m getting another drink.” You mumbled before turning and making your way to the bar. Last call would be announced within the next fifteen minutes, and you were not waiting until then. 

You could've stayed with the guys, acting like you didn't see me It would've hurt a little less if you'd bought some girl a drink but you had to walk up, messing me up I'm drunk, wondering why it's gotta be like this I thought I was moving on, but now I'm starting back over again.

After another drink and a shot, you had simply ordered a glass of red wine. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol and you were worried that you would do something stupid if you ordered anything other than wine. Part of your friend group had gone home with whoever they had met here, no doubt going to have a fun night. Your best friend and one other girl were the only ones that were left of your group besides you. 

“Can I get another round for our table back there?” His voice spoke up causing a chill to run down your back. You hadn’t heard that voice since the night that it ended. Without paying him any attention, you picked up your glass and took a drink of the crimson liquid. It was easier to pretend that he wasn’t there instead of trying to make everything weird. Joe seemed to have different plans, “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He mumbled as he sat down on the seat next to you. 

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you.” He would never admit it, but your reply felt like a knife. He knew that the whole breakup should had been dealt with sooner and talked about. If not to fix it, then to at least to make it less messy. 

Joe chose to ignore your blunt reply as he waited on their final tray of drinks, “How have you been?” he asked carefully knowing that it hadn’t been easy for him. He would never admit that to you unless you asked him yourself. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. Finally, you turned to face him noticing the stubble that adorned his face compared to his usual clean-shaven self. There was no point in answering his question because you had not felt your best since your last night with him. “You could have avoided me and let me heal.” You added taking another sip of win after. 

Joe looked exhausted; anyone could tell. You had heard that they were currently not playing their best even if you refused to watch the games. You were his problem, not that he blamed you. He blew up for no reason, mainly due to stress and you felt as if it was a personal attack. “I didn’t mean what I said that night.” He told you. Even if you wanted him to leave you alone, he just knew he had to tell you what he felt after that night. “When you brought up my past… it never compared to us. She never meant as much to me as you did, I get that I was with her longer, but it wasn’t the same.” 

You shrugged trying your best to act like you didn’t care. “I am not talking about this.” You shook your head before finishing off your glass of wine. “If we’re being honest, I shouldn’t have brought up Olivia, but that’s all I’m going to say.” You added before standing up from your seat. You needed to get back to your best friend before your body decided to fully give in to the handsome quarterback right next to you. 

“Y/N don’t do this. Let me in and let’s talk about this.” Joe practically begged as he stood up quickly noticing that you were trying to make your escape. The look on your face was unreadable, why was Joe begging you to talk about it? What would it help and why was it such a big deal to him? 

“Joe, you ended it. I don’t owe you anything.” You whispered as you pushed back tears not wanting them to surface. You were beginning to feel defeated because your heart and your body yearned for the man in front of you. 

“Y/N… please.” He pleaded one last time in a whisper, in the same way that you had answered him. Before you could say anything, the bartender placed the tray of drinks down giving you the chance to get away from Joe before he could continue begging you and you gave in. 

maybe you caught me on a bad night maybe tomorrow I'll be just fine maybe it's the red wine that put you back in my mind

Final call had happened at 2:30, but the bar was still alive with drunk couples, singles, and others. Your best friend had told you that she was going home with the guy that she had been with all night, only she was staying with you until you wanted to leave. Truth be told, she was probably just trying to ensure that you would stay away from Joe the rest of the night. 

“I’m going to the restroom and then I’ll head home.” You promised your best friend before pulling her into a hug. 

Once you two pulled away she gave you a small smile, “want me to wait for you?” she offered. 

You didn’t miss the eye roll from the guy that she was going home with. You internally scoffed and rolled your eyes at the guy who wanted inside your best friends pants before returning the smile, “No, I’ll be fine. Just be careful on your way home.” 

Your bestie nodded before giving you a knowing look, “There’s plenty of people still here. I think you should reconsider what I told you earlier.” She added before locking arms with the guy beside her. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “If you change your mind you have to let me know.” She teased before blowing a kiss and turned to head out with the man that she had met tonight. 

You turned around and grabbed your wristlet before making your way towards the bathroom. In all seriousness you were more than ready to go home, you had been since your conversation with Joe. However, it still made Joe stay in your mind. Flashbacks from the relationship played over and over again. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Joe Burrow was a huge green flag when you’re in a relationship with him. He may act cocky or arrogant sometimes, but most of the time it’s to hide how he is truly feeling. 

Even if he was a green flag, you still argued some but it wasn’t often. The night you broke up was the only big fight that you had experienced in that relationship. Why did the relationship break after one fight? You just guessed that your relationship was not strong enough to last. 

After you finished in the bathroom you exited (after washing your hands of course) and got on your phone so you could order an Uber for the ride home. You knew it was a bad idea for you girl’s to ride together, but no one disagreed and you weren’t going to be the first one to object. 

“Really? 25 minutes.” You huffed as you leaned against the hallway leading to the bathroom. You wanted to be away from the crowds and try to catch a ride back to your place. “Why did I agree to do this tonight?” you mumbled placing your phone back in your pocket after seeing the wait time. 

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice spoke up. You looked towards the dimly lit hallway and noticed the guy that you had been dancing with before Joe came in. You had been hoping that he had already went home because you didn’t want to see him again either. “I heard you huffing.” He mentioned with a half smile forming on his face. 

You nodded assuring him that you were fine, “Yeah. Just waiting for my ride.” You lied knowing good and well that you didn’t order that Uber that was going to take almost half an hour. 

He nodded, “I could take you home if you’re getting inpatient.” He offered hoping that you would accept his invite.

Your body was overcome with a feeling of dread when you looked into his eyes. You weren’t sure why, mainly because he had been a nice guy earlier. Thinking back, maybe you missed this feeling because of the alcohol and then the fact that you noticed your ex before you could process the guy in front of you. 

You shook your head forcing a fake smile, “No it’s fine. My ride will be here very soon and I don’t want to leave them hanging.” You lied again in hopes that it was believable. 

“Come on.” He urged walking closer and leaning against the wall next to you. 

You opened your mouth to object before a voice beat you to it, “Babe, what’s taking so long?” Joe’s voice rang out down the hallway as footsteps were heard getting closer to you. The mental relief you felt hearing his voice was unreal. No matter how much you didn’t want to be around him, you always knew that you were safe with him. 

“I was just talking to a friend.” You lied knowing that Joe could hear the hesitation in your voice and he definitely noticed your body language. Your body relaxed once you felt his familiar embrace around you. 

“Babe?” The mystery guy from early asked glancing between the two. It was obvious that many people in Cincinatti knew who Joe was, the guy in front of you especially. “You should be aware that your girlfriend lead me on earlier.” He told Joe causing you to tense. 

Joe’s grip around you tightened, probably not liking the chance of you going home with you before he got there. “Well, I’m sure whatever she was doing earlier was just for fun. No strings attached just innocent fun.” Joe muttered making sure to get his point across. 

“Whatever.” The guy mumbled before eyeing you one more time before stepping around the two of you and leaving the hallway. 

You let out a sigh of relief once he was officially out of hearing range, “Thank you.” you mumbled pulling yourself out of his arms. It didn’t take long for you to miss the feeling of him around you, it felt like home. It felt safe. 

Joe shook his head, “Don’t thank me.” He replied noticing how you were calming down now that you were alone. “Was that the guy you were with when I got here?” 

Even though Joe asked, you felt as if he already knew the answer. You just weren’t sure if it was from his comment or if he actually caught you. “How did you… Jamarr and Tee.” You sighed knowing that they told Joe about seeing you with him. 

Joe shook his head, “I actually noticed you first.” He denied your allegations. “I made a comment about the guy you were with which is what made the guys notice you.” He shrugged acting like his comment meant nothing. 

If you were honest, you felt giddy knowing that Joe was looking at you first before you even noticed him. 

why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time you must've heard I was moving on then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you when I was just about, just about over you. I was just about over you.

You knew that you were going to regret this. It was the biggest mistake and was what your best friend was trying to get you over. The only thing was that you could not argue with how right it felt to be sitting in the passenger seat of Joe’s vehicle. You had accepted a ride home instead of ordering an Uber late, and it didn’t help that the mystery guy from the bar was lounging around almost like he was waiting to see if you were with Joe for real. After feeling uneasy noticing the guy looking at you while you went and visited with your old friends for a moment, Joe secretly proposed for you to stay with him for the night. Just to ensure that you were safe until daylight. Being unsure of the bar and going home alone, you agreed. 

How did you get yourself in this situation though? You promised yourself that this would be the night that you got over Joe, however you felt as if all your progress was thrown out the window. You truly loved Joe and a part of you always would. He was the first person that you truly loved, which is why you knew apart of you would always belong to Joe. You were moving on the best you could, and you were sure that you could have gotten over him. Maybe there was a reason why it wasn’t tonight? Maybe it was protection from someone or something, but all you knew was that sitting in his car made it real that you would in no way be over him. 

“Do you need anything?” He asked more than likely referring to medicine or water due to the alcohol consumption tonight. You shook your head feeling more sober than ever. The house was so familiar, and a warm feeling came over you being back in his home. “I’ll get you a change of clothes before we head to bed.” He mentioned shooting you a small smile before walking towards his room. The room you used to basically live in when you were together.

Without waiting for him to call you, you carefully made your way into his bedroom seeing him lay out the clothes on the bed. “Can I shower before we head to bed?” You asked softly hoping you wouldn’t scare him. 

Joe nodded, “You don’t have to ask.” He mumbled picking up the clothes he sat on the bed and handed them to you. 

You silently thanked him before heading to his private bathroom and locking the door behind you. You knew where he kept his towels and everything so there was no need to make him get everything ready for you. You let the water run for a moment to get warm before stripping your clothes and getting into the shower. You sighed feeling the heat soothing your tense muscles due to the stress you were under tonight. You were trying to rack your brain over every event that happened tonight before noticing the array of products in Joe’s shower caddy. 

Everything you used sat untouched in the corner. Your shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating scrub, shaving items, body wash, and skincare. Everything that you had left here was sitting there looking untouched due to how little you had used them. You had just restocked before you two broke up, meaning that you never wanted to face him to get those items back. You just went out and bought new ones because it was easier… emotionally. 

Instead of crying due to your relationship being over, you pushed it out of your mind and finished showering. You knew how Joe was, and he wouldn’t go to bed until you got out of the shower. Once doing your skincare and haircare, you got out and dried off and got dressed. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, noticing that Joe gave you his favorite shirt of his and a pair of bengals shorts that he had gotten you. You remember him saying, “If you’re going to be my girl, we might as well give you some gear.” You smiled at the memory before cleaning up the bathroom and heading out to Joe’s room. 

You’d be lying if you said that seeing him lying on his bed in only shorts was a turn off. He was definitely the best-looking guy you have ever seen in your life, there was no doubt about it. The sound of your footsteps caused Joe to lock his phone and turn his attention towards you. 

“Do you need anything before I head to the guest room?” He asked softly getting out of his bed. He waited to see if you needed anything because he knew that you usually had to rack your brain over your nighttime routine.

“You don’t have to go to your guest bed. I’m not taking your bed.” You refused even if you secretly wanted his bed. What could you say? It was so comfortable to the point to where you wanted it in your apartment. “I can sleep in the guest room.” You knew he would deny but it was worth a shot. 

Joe refused, “You know I never let you sleep in the guest room.” He reminded even though she knew. She had practically moved in with him so when they argued, Joe would start the nights in the guest bed and weasel his way back into his bed with you. That’s just how the two of them were in their relationship.  

Instead of playing the back-and-forth game you sat down on the bed and gestured for him to join you. “Can I ask what the real reason is that you are doing this?” You asked softly as you felt the bed dip with his weight, only he was sitting in front of you. “You don’t owe me anything, Joe.” You assured so he didn’t feel as though he owed a debt to you.

“I know.” He replied, “actually I do owe you an apology. I’m sorry about that night, I was stressed about the game, and I took it out on you.” He apologized. 

You gave him a small smile in return, “I think we both said some things that we regret that night.” You whispered worried that everything would come crashing down. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Joe admitted softly his hand coming up to your neck. “I’ll never stop no matter what happens.” He added in a whisper to not spook you too much. 

You bet your lip trying to keep from tearing up at his words. For the last three months you had been wanting to hear those words come out of his mouth, yet it was surreal to actually hear them. 

“I was trying so hard to get over you.” You whispered out, a crack in your voice that did not go unnoticed by Joe. “I still love you so much and it kills me every day.” You added full of emotion due to staring into the blue eyes that you loved so much. 

Staring into Joe’s eyes, you felt the walls that you had built the last three months come falling down. You promised yourself that you would get over him and never fall back into his arms, yet you weren’t going to stop. You knew that even if you two never got back together officially that you would always be safe and have a home around Joe. Your heart would always be his no matter what. 

Instead of overthinking and thinking of the worse possible outcomes, you decided to finally do what your heart and body have been craving. In one quick motion, you had your hands on the back of his neck and pushed your lips on his. It didn’t take him but a second to start kissing you back because it was clear that he had missed you all the same. 

You sighed in content at the kiss, causing Joe to apply a bit of pressure to where his hand was resting on your neck. You could feel the want for him building up, wanting the two of you to make up for lost time. You were unsure of how far you would go but being in his arms, at least for one more night was something that you were okay with. 

It was safe to say that you two did in fact make up for the lost time that was three months. You had texted your best friend telling her that you took her advice about going home with a “nice” guy from the club and that he was full of “green flags”. She was beyond excited wanting to know the details, which you would give her without letting her know that it was indeed your ex. 

Joe woke up the next morning thinking everything would go back to normal. You two had talked a bit, had makeup sex, and even cuddled to sleep. He woke up to an opposing reality, which made him question if you were ever really there. You had left early, not knowing what it meant for you two. Not wanting to have another intimate conversation, you ran saving it for another day. 

Joe’s clothes laying on the end of the bed told him that it wasn’t a dream. You were in fact with him last night and he wasn’t just lost in a drunken dream. Joe knew after last night; he would not be letting you go as easy as he did before. No matter how upset and angry he was, he was going to find you and make you his again. He was sure of it. 

[chelseeebe]

build me up, buttercup

chapter 1 — orchid

after winding up in the dead-end town of hawkins, you start to lose faith in your dreams ever becoming a reality. not to mention the despicable boy next door who seemed to want no part in your happiness.

18+ mdni. eventual smut. grumpy, borderline mean eddie. no use of y/n!

hello! dropping this and running because i’ve been so badly inactive it hurts. this is the first part to my mechanicasshole!eddie x floristsunshine!reader that’s kinda short in hindsight, take it as an introduction, but the next part is also finished so will follow shortly, hope you enjoy idk i like it!!

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a dying, otherwise desolate strip mall in buttfuck indiana was never an ideal place to set up shop. other than the tiny, family-run vietnamese restaurant, the only other shops that weren’t bordered up were your florist and the despicable garage that lingered right at the end. 

it was dark and dinghy, men with grease stains and tattoos littering their arms swaggered in and out daily. swearing and smoking as if they owned the entire town. 

in the eighteen months you’d owned lavender lane, you had never, ever seen eye to eye with the conceited prick who owned munson’s & co. 

a self-obsessed, arrogant asshole who had no business acting the way he did. 

ridiculous hair and torn jeans that’d serve better as one of the rags he kept hanging out of his back pocket. 

it’s almost too much, a show he’s putting on to prove to everyone else that he didn’t care, that being normal was beneath him. 

yuck. 

he’s stood now, horrific music blaring out of the shop, cigarette in hand, paying you no mind as your stomp over for the second time this week. 

you’d have left him alone if you hadn’t found cigarette butts littered along your doorstep. a spiteful, purposeful act no doubt. 

“what’ve i told you about smoking outside of my shop!” jaw clenched, ready to throw fists if it really came to it. 

eddie turns, already rolling his eyes, “what’ve i told you about speaking to me like that?” blowing the smoke right into your face. 

he’s repulsive. his smug little smirk makes your skin crawl, so much so you’re sure no human had ever possibly loved him before. 

“control your staff, before i have to do it for you,” sneering your reply, no words were enough to describe the utter contempt you felt for him. 

eddie’s laugh echoes, a cackle that cuts deep, “yeah? or what? what the hell are you gonna do ‘bout it, princess?” 

your brows furrow, he was only using that to taunt you. looking down on you from his dirty, cement tower. 

with your blood boiling and a rapidly declining sense of self-control, you hiss, “i’ll.. i’ll smash that bike of yours to pieces,” turning on your heel to stomp back to your own store, feeling their eyes bore into the back of your head. 

eddie whoops and they leer, making comments amongst themselves, a pathetic gaggle of school children really. 

your eyes burn, desperate not to let him see that he’d got to you. he didn’t deserve that satisfaction. 

you could pack up and go home if you really wanted, you’d maybe get one more customer between now and five, they could go without for one day. 

that’d be giving up and giving in, something you were most definitely not prepared to do at the hands of eddie. 

-

they’re still outside when you do shut up shop, talking loudly about the bar they all frequent. a grotesque shithole, you don’t doubt. 

any place that eddie munson went, trouble was guaranteed to follow. 

he was crude and uncouth, swaggering about like the world owed him something. everything you stood against as a person. 

you attempt to get out of there quickly, the bottle of pinot grigio you’d chilled before work loudly calling your name, but he has other plans. 

“hey,” he hollers as you turn the key, cursing the sky, “you joining us tonight sweetheart?” kissing the backs of his teeth, knowing full well what your answer would be. 

your lip snarls, finding it hilarious that he’d even waste the breath to ask, “i’d rather die,” monotonously and without faltering as you stride over to your car. 

they share a laugh at your expense, leering over the crumbling brick wall, “that’s your loss sweetheart,” watching as you climb in and pull away. 

who he did he think he was? 

like you’d ever degrade yourself enough to even entertain him or his pathetic friends. 

his words, and attitude for that matter, make you fume the entire way home, still grumbling to yourself as you pull into your driveway. 

the man was a narcissist, plain and simple. that was the only explanation you could conjure up on the ten minute drive. 

you try and push him out of your brain, his irritating, grating voice still niggling away in your ear. an impenetrable force that was bound to curse you forever. 

or at least until the first sip of cold wine passes your lips and eddie munson becomes but a distant memory. 

practically launching yourself on the couch, your pants strewn across the floor and a severe lack of energy to care. you press the answering machine, half-expecting silence until the all familiar warm voice rings out. 

‘hey sweetie, i was just calling to see how you were doing, but i suppose you’re busy at the shop! i hope you’re working hard and indiana is treating you well. okay, that was all. love you baby, bye.’ 

your mom, only calling to to see how her 

how could you tell her the store was failing? that three customers a day was a victory at this point? 

she’d be so ashamed, funnelling money into your move east just for you to crawl back home with nothing to show for it but a failed business and a new sworn enemy. 

there he was again. always lingering, haunting if you will. 

you’d call her back tomorrow, or another time when you had the nerve to face her.

she deserved to know, but she also deserved so much better. something you had not been able to provide for her like she had you. 

it’s not as if you’re not trying, hawkin’s was a dying town before you’d moved there and now with starcourt mall lingering on the outskirts, main street remained empty. 

why would they waste time coming to you when the mall has everything they’d ever need? 

you couldn’t believe so many people had fallen for such an obvious gimmick, the neon lights and extensive food court was everything hawkins stood against. only the people didn’t seem to think so. 

the tv comes on, a re-run of full house you’d seen a hundred times by now. but it’d do as you sipped wine for supper and planned exactly what lies you’d spin your mom tomorrow. 

-

it’s a dull, bleak morning, highly reflective of your mood. another day spent pitying eddie and pretending that the lack of footfall didn’t hurt your feelings. 

maybe an entire bottle of wine wasn’t wise, now paying the price for your greed as your head pounds all the way over to the store. 

some days you ponder if opening is even worth it, if the extra hours spent in bed would be far more beneficial than dragging yourself here. 

but then the ever-growing voices of your mom weigh in and remind you that this is your dream and if selling one bouquet a day was what you had to do to live it, then so be it. 

an envelope—the envelope, sits on the doormat when you get in, obviously slipped under the crack in the door some point this morning. all red and glaring. 

your heart sinks, knowing exactly what this meant. 

you’d failed. miserably. and now you’d have to crawl back home with your tail between your legs, begging for another chance. 

your eyes only skim the words; regret, closure, re-development, final. all daunting and without a trace of sincerity. 

glancing over at the garage where eddie stood with his steaming mug, seemingly unaffected by the news. maybe they’d decided to leave the garage open and just tear your little shop down. 

that’d be right, wouldn’t it? 

you must know, stomping over, letter in-hand to question the smug man. 

“did you get one of these?” flapping the paper about in his face, making sure he knew exactly what it was. 

his eyes narrow, prepared for an argument only to realise you’re not so angry at him today. “what? that crock of bullshit? yeah, i got one,” nodding at the crumpled piece of paper tossed on the floor, “they’d never close this place down,” so certain of himself, “i’m not worried and you shouldn’t be either sweetheart,” taking another sip. 

your brows furrow, unsurprisingly, you don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth. “this isn’t a joke, eddie,” frustration seeping out of your mouth, “i think you owe it to your uncle to care, or at least pretend to,” snarling your lip, though this wasn’t your usual bickering. 

his blasé attitude wouldn’t run this time, someone had to care before they left both of you without jobs. 

his uncle is a nice man that took the time to get to know you, holding a genuine interest in your shop all until he gave it up six months back, retiring just to leave the garage to his dorky nephew. 

eddie’s gaze averts yours, shaking his head as if to dismiss you. “you done? i’ve got work to do,” folding his arms over his chest, attempting to slink off back into the dusty building. 

if he wouldn’t fight it, you would. 

you and mr. pham maybe. 

though you can’t see him putting up much of a fight either. 

trundling back over to your own depressing storefront, wasting no more breath on eddie munson. 

it’s the worst news in the world and yet, you can’t help but feel relieved. 

months of stress and fretting over bills needn’t amount to anything if they were just going to bulldoze the entire thing. 

but then, leaving without a fight would be futile, downright pathetic even. that’s not who you were, or who you were raised to be. 

mayor kline would have to listen to you, either that or you’d tie him to his chair and frankly force him to. 

you ponder asking eddie for wayne’s address, hoping to get him on your side yourself but knowing him, he’d send you on a wild goose chase around town just for the fun of it. 

you were fighting this on your own it seems. the only person left in this desolate town that cared about the little people. 

[ohlawdthevoices]

Hawks the typa bf to … | hawks x reader

Hawks the typa bf to text you mid fight because he can’t risk you getting mad at him for not replying

Hawks the typa bf to send you a picture of literally anything , like two pebbles, and say “us”

Hawks the typa bf that says “yeah?” in that silky ass voice because he knows it makes you weak in the knees

Hawks is kind the kind of bf that’s super touchy , he’s like a velcro child. he’s sitting on the counter while you’re cooking, sliding a hand under your shirt when you’re spooning, watching you get ready in the morning and yes even when you’re on the toilet, he will hold your hand in support…it just gets to a point where if he’s not touching you in some way it feels like something is seriously missing.

Hawks is the type of guy to be very closed up, not in an introverted sense, but in a way that it took him forever to open up and talk about his feelings. i think he’s actually a pretty sensitive guy, like he has his moments where he can’t sleep and cries in the middle of the night because he’s so grateful his partner is patient with him

keeping up his “cocky” persona gets pretty tiring sometimes, he’s not completely faking it but he just does exaggerate things infront of others, so i think hawks enjoys his alone time sometimes, but with you now in his life he also enjoys being in the same room as you, not really talking or acknowledging each other but simply enjoying each others presence and the comfortable silence.

Hawks the type of bf that gets all giggly and shy when you touch his hair, he knows you like running your hands through it but it’s still so sensitive after all this time.

Hawks makes bird noises, consciously, it has nothing to do with his quirk, he just does so because it fits the aesthetic.

Hawks the type of bf to stalk you, not in the creepy way, i mean if the man is flying around as a job, he is gonna end up seeing you sometimes, and the amount of “i see you.” or “i know what you did.” messages you get is just concerning.

oh how it hurts him to keep your relationship private, how he wishes he could just show off how cool his partner is but he knows better than to reveal your identity when he works such a dangerous job

Hawks is the type of guy that sometimes sits down and stares at a wall for a concerning amount of time and when you ask him what he’s thinking about, it’s one of 2 scenarios :

first answer is “nothing.” because he’s either genuinely thinking about nothing at all, not a single thought, just void. or because he’s thinking of something so trivial and irrelevant that he’d be embarrassed voicing his thoughts like who decided the color blue was gonna be called blue

second option are hypothetical questions like “hypothetically if zombie apocalypse started rn what would be the first things you grab ?” or “hypothetically if i die rn would you move on ?”

Hawks the typa bf that’s your biggest bully while loving and cherishing you

tags : @idontwannatalkrn1

[taeyongdoyoung]

cry for you

summary: you wish you could say you are better off without your ex. but the fact of the matter is that you still love miss him. a lot. pairing: seungkwan x reader genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers warnings: mentions of past break-up, insecurities, jealousy, wrongful accusation of cheating, kwan felt ignored, swearing, some serious talks, kissing, eating out, fingering, dacryphilia, crying, unprotected sex at a party (sorry, Hoshi...) author's note: the fic was inspired by this legendary song but i wanted to put a spin on it, instead of you'll never see me again, i worked around the idea of you have no choice but to see me again 👀 word count: 1.6k

It's not like you wanted to break up. But you weren't exactly interested in fighting for your relationship, either. So, when Seungkwan suggested to end things between you two, you simply said "okay". If he expected you to cry for him, he thought wrong. You didn't shed a single tear. Because you were fully convinced Seungkwan was being unreasonable.

You explained to him hundreds of times that you weren't cheating on him. But Seungkwan kept saying that no one spends so much time in the library. You tried to clear up the misunderstanding by saying that you were serious about your goals. But then Seungkwan insisted that you always prioritize your studies over him. You genuinely attempted to make more time for Seungkwan. But even when you were seemingly having a good time, he kept reminding you of that one time you'd mentioned in passing that the librarian was cute. No matter what you said he didn't believe your faithfulness. At one point, it became too much and he broke up with you.

"You're constantly accusing me of things that are not true!"

"Just stop…stop fucking lying to me."

"I'm not."

"I'm so tired of this same old conversation."

"How do you think I feel?"

"We're not good for each other."

"Finally we're agreeing on something."

"We should break up."

"Okay."

"Is that it? You're not gonna try to change my mind? You're not gonna fight for us?"

"How could I? You killed every last bit of my fighting spirit."

That was seven months ago. Today, you wish you could say you are happier and healthier without him. But you'd be lying. Despite all these toxic fights, you miss Seungkwan. You miss the early days of your relationship, when you were all over each other. You miss his random jokes, his sweet smile, his beautiful hands, his warmth…

So, seeing him again stings. You're attending your friend Hoshi's birthday party. It completely slipped your mind that Hoshi's also friends with Seungkwan…You didn't have any illusions that you'd be able to avoid your ex forever. But on this particular night, you just want to have a fun, chill time with your friends. Luckily, there are many people at Hoshi's. So, if you just stick to a corner and busy yourself talking to other people, maybe you'll be able to steer clear of Seungkwan.

However, luck is obviously not on your side. As Seungkwan seems intent on ruining your plans and comes up to you directly.

"It's been a while," are his first words. No shit, Sherlock!

"Yeah, it has," you respond dryly, not at all interested in keeping up the useless pleasantries.

"I know you probably don't wanna see me again…"

"That's an understatement," you groan.

"But it's kinda unavoidable, considering Hoshi is not our only mutual friend," Seungkwan points out.

"Hm, I don't know, I've been doing pretty good hanging out with my friends one on one for the past seven months," you shrug.

"Does it have to be like this?" Seungkwan waves his hands exasperatedly.

"You made it like this," you remind him bitterly.

"I'm sorry, okay? I was wrong."

Oh, wow. You did not expect an apology.

"Took you long enough," you mutter.

"I know you weren't cheating on me," Seungkwan blurts out.

"Is that so? And how, pray tell, did you reach to this genius conclusion?" you reply sarcastically.

"Because that librarian's partner turned out to be my co-worker. They're totally whipped for each other."

"And why did you have to learn that from other people? Why couldn't you believe me?" your voice starts to shake and you hate that this whole situation still affects you this much.

"That was on me. I was feeling insecure at the mere thought of you meeting other people and doing fun things with them. It was like…I was invisible. But it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have accused you of cheating. That was so messed up of me," Seungkwan tries to explain his point of you in a relaxed way.

"Wow. Well, I'm glad you told me that. But I think I was at fault, as well. At least, partially. I mean, there were moments when I definitely prioritized my studies over spending quality time with you. While they were important to my development, it was wrong of me to pay so little attention to your feelings. If I was in your shoes, who knows? Maybe I would have made a hurtful assumption, too."

"I don't hold that against you anymore. If your friends understood and respected your ambitions, then I should have, too. I was so caught up in my own insecurities that I didn't realize how unfounded my accusations were," he shares his perspective on things. "Listen, I know it'll be kinda weird at first, but can we try being friends? We're bound to meet again, be it at Hoshi's or around our other friends…"

"I don't know, Kwan…" you sigh. "Do you want to be friends so we can make things less awkward for other people? Or do you genuinely want to be my friend?"

"I don't think other people care that much about our relationship. But I don't want to be your friend, either," Seungkwan says calmly.

"Then, why did you suggest that?" you whisper, taking a sip of your drink.

"You know why," he mutters.

"Spell it out for me. Wanna avoid making the wrong assumption," you grin pointedly.

"I want you back," Seungkwan leans in closer to you. "I shouldn't have broken up with you."

You shake your head.

"This is a terrible idea. We were bad for each other."

"But we were also so good," he takes your hand in his gently. "Please, give me another chance."

"I didn't cry for you," you blurt out. "Not even once. I felt so broken without you, but I was so convinced I did nothing wrong that I couldn't physically bring myself to tears. What's wrong with me? I can cry to silly movies and cat videos but I didn't cry for you."

"You're crying right now," Seungkwan points out, placing a hesitant finger beneath your eye. "See?" he shows you the evidence of your tears on the tip of his finger.

"Oh," you exclaim in shock, as you feel wetness running down your cheeks. "Huh."

"Let's go somewhere more private," he suggests in a low tone, grabs your hand and starts walking up the stairs, leading the way to one of the rooms.

You follow Seungkwan's lead without thinking, suddenly feeling so relieved that he's here, holding your hand. Relieved that you finally cried for him. That he's back in your life again. As if he never left…

"I'll treat you better, I promise," he vows, leaning his head against yours desperately.

"So will I," you respond, still hopelessly in love with him.

Seungkwan kisses you feverishly and you immediately melt in his arms. How you've missed this…His hands sneak under your shirt, touching you passionately and you have no energy left to make him stop. Perhaps this is a bad idea. But it feels too good. You let him remove your jeans and don't even question the fact that he's still fully clothed.

"Take them off," he orders you.

You blink in confusion briefly and then start sliding your panties down your legs, unable to deny him anything.

"Good," Seungkwan praises your compliance and dives his head between your thighs.

Oh, fuck. You forgot how thirsty he was. Like…all the time. You bite your lip, trying to prevent yourself from making any loud sounds.

"Don't swallow your moans, I want to hear you cry for me," Seungkwan insists.

It's really difficult to keep quiet with how he's eating you up. You've barely recovered from your first high when he starts stimulating you with his ridiculously long fingers.

"N-no, p-please," you start to sob underneath his incessant touch.

"You can take it," Seungkwan hisses cruelly. You shake your head, overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements, but your hands do nothing to put an end to this.

And take it, you do. When he finally grants you with the gift of his cock, you're too gone to think clearly. Salty tears clouding your vision, you can't remember any word other than his name.

"Seungkwan…K-kwan," you keep saying.

"Fuck, you look so good like this, crying for me," he praises you, growing harder inside you at the sight of your tears. "Why did it take you so long?"

"Because you were gone," you remind him and this time, the tears are not from the overstimulation, but from the pain you experienced and tried to bottle up.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm never leaving again," Seungkwan promises as he spills his warm seed inside of you.

Your tears keep flowing but you can't help wrapping your arms around him, wanting to stay like this forever. He's here. It's real.

Seungkwan cleans up the two of you and then holds you closer, hugging you.

"I'll make it okay," he whispers in your ear.

"We'll make it okay together," you agree.

You are so tired that you fall into a brief nap, which is unfortunately interrupted by a very important someone in your and Seungkwan's lives.

"Listen, I appreciate you guys coming to my birthday party and all that, but did you have to leave such a nasty gift on my bed?" Hoshi groans loudly upon walking in on you two, tangled up beneath the sheets.

"Sorry, we'll clean up!" Seungkwan promises.

Hoshi rolls his eyes.

"Whatever. Glad you made up or made out or...something."

"Hey, I guess we have to thank you for inviting us both," you add cheerfully.

"Yay, happy birthday to me, I guess," Hoshi chuckles.

The End