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cupidsfaerie · 11 months

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hey-a! i was wondering if you could do a roman reigns imagine where R is part of the bloodline, but doesn’t wrestle and she’s Roman’s wife. She kind of sets up all his appts and accompanies him to the ring like Paul. Then she enters the Rumble at 30 since they’re short a woman, and accidentally wins and the guys are proud of her. She gets a shot at the title at Wrestlemania and wins the title, basically solidifying she can hold her own without the guys. Plus if there’s like build up and promos about them not really believing she could do it, and she wants to prove them wrong. Thank you! ❤️

the woman of the hour ✧.* | roman reigns x reader!

roman reigns x fem! reader

summary: in which roman's wife is a surprise entrant in the royal rumble match and earns the opportunity of a lifetime.

genre: fluff <3

a/n: this fic idea was so so good, i wanted to make sure this one came out exactly how i pictured it! i hope you all love it.

y/n was a well known figure in the world of wrestling. being the wife of the man who ran the entire business with his title reign was something that she never minded taking pride in. y/n was not only a manager for her husband, but she was the definition of a hard worker. she never wanted to just be a trophy wife, she herself did her best to book everything for her husband. she took her job as a manager the way every person should.

she was someone who had a routine in her life. she made sure everything was perfect for the bloodline as a whole, and always kept things under control for the men that held the group together. what she didn't expect was for her routine to be changed when she received a call from her a call from her boss, triple h. hunter called her with a surprise she had never expected in the morning before work.

as hunter's name popped up on her screen, she answered quickly. always managing her business as she should. "hello hunter! this is a nice surprise." she answered, "good morning y/n! i was hoping i would get a response from you." he said excitedly. to say what y/n heard next was unexpected, would be an understatement. "so what's going on, should i be worried?" she asked, curiously. she could hear hunter chuckle through the phone, before answering her question.

"well, y/n. i have a proposition for you." he replied, she looked around confused, her husband wasn't home as he was out doing his morning workout and training. "what would that be?" y/n responded. "now y/n, i know what i'm going to ask might sound scary. however, if you say no i completely understand," hunter said, before continuing. "with all the current injuries, and short staffing, i was wondering if you could step in and take one of the open positions in the royal rumble match coming in two weeks", he stated.

y/n was completely taken aback by what her boss had just said to her, but she took her job seriously, and would never want to disappoint the people who took care not only her career, but her husband's as well. "wow, hunter. i have no idea what to say." she chuckled nervously as she thought about the decision she should make. "i know it can be a lot, and i know that you aren't a wrestler. however, i can assure you that if you do decide to do it, we have the people to help train you and get you into that ring. so what do you say?" he questioned.

she knew that this was a big decision, and definitely one she should ask her husband about first. she also knew that she was independent, and could make her own decisions. "you know what, hunter? i'll do it! to be honest i am completely shocked you chose to ask me, but i really am grateful for any opportunity." she said, confidently. "that is amazing, y/n. you are honestly a true gem of this business." he said, before adding, "as for training, with it being two weeks from now, after you get back from smackdown tonight, the trainers at the performance center will be ready for you in florida by monday. be there at seven in the morning, and they can teach you everything. if you have any questions, don't hesitate to stop by my office! thank you again, y/n. and hey, good luck out there! you never know what could happen." he said. the two ended the conversation, and y/n thought, how would she explain this to her husband?

y/n hadn't realized how much time she had spent in her own thoughts until she heard the door click, and saw her husband walking through the door. "hey baby." he said, walking over to her and giving her a kiss. "hi, honey," she said, roman knew she was thinking about something. he knew her too well, knowing instantly she was deep in thought about something. "what's up? what've you been thinking about?" he asked her, as he sat down on the bed next to her, rubbing her leg as he awaited an answer. "when i tell you, you have to promise to not be mad that i didn't ask you first." she started, causing roman to look confused. "you know i never stay mad, what is it?" he questioned, curiously.

y/n sighed, before starting to explain herself. "well, hunter called me this morning. he asked me to step in for the royal rumble." roman was surprised, but not upset. why would he be? "that was it? baby, are you kidding? honestly, that's kind of insane." he chuckled, he grabbed her hands, before looking in her eyes. "baby, you're literally the only person i know that is amazing at everything. however, my only worry is that you've never wrestled before." he added. y/n smiled, not expecting her husband to be so comforting about the news that her boss had left her with. "hunter actually told me that i'll be training at the performance center for the next two weeks, starting sunday." y/n smiled, causing her husband to smile. "that's amazing, y/n. i wish i could be there while you trained this coming week." he said, disappointed, knowing he had live events to work the following two weeks.

y/n smiled at her husband, and kissed his cheek. "baby, you'll be there on the royal rumble, you get to see it happen. i get to surprise you with my talent." she chuckled, causing roman to laugh. "well, good. just know if you need anything, i'm here. you know that." he said, giving her a kiss.

for the next two weeks, y/n had spent her entire time training for the royal rumble event. she hadn't seen her husband, and she was definitely missing him, especially seeing him on smackdown without her. roman spent those two weeks calling her each day, giving her words of advice and helping her throughout all of the stress. she spent everyday focusing on taking hits, falls, and selling moves. she knew that if she dedicated herself to this, she would be able to do her best, and for her that is what was most important to her.

day of the royal rumble:

it was finally the day that she would see if all of her work had paid off. at the end of her training weeks, hunter had came in to see how she was doing, and he told her that he was impressed with what she could learn within those two weeks. to say y/n was proud of herself, was definitely something she felt.

roman and y/n were finally back together, and were walking hand and hand into the arena, along with jimmy and jey. "how we feeling, y/n?" jey asked y/n, curiously. she was nervous, and three men around her could sense it. "you already know," she answered, chuckling. the three guys shook their heads, and jimmy replied to her, "listen, you know you're gonna do great. hunter had you training with the best trainers and wrestlers out there. and trust, if you didn't impress him when he came to check out your progress before tonight, he wouldn't have you going out there tonight." he said, causing the other three to nod in agreement. "he's right, baby. you're gonna kill it tonight, now let's go get your gear and get you ready." roman said, excitedly.

y/n had just finished up getting ready, and was mentally preparing for her match in roman's locker room. pacing around, and warming up. "calm down, baby. you got this, trust me." he said, walking behind her. "i'm gonna be watching, you know that." he added, before hearing a knock on the door. the two looked over, and roman went to open it, seeing hunter. "hey you two, glad to see you're dressed and ready y/n! i just wanted to stop by and give you your entry number. you're entering at thirty, which is definitely a great number. with that, i say good luck, and do your best. you've impressed me with your work the from the last two weeks. good luck again." he said, smiling before walking out.

y/n was now watching the match that she was about to enter anxiously, as she waited in the gorilla. she was on in the next 15 seconds, feeling like the time of the match had gone by so quickly. roman had reassured her multiple times before the match started that she would do fine, before she knew it the final 5 seconds of the countdown was going off. once the beep had gone off and the fans were anticipating who was coming out, nobody expected to hear a remix of roman's song come on, a theme song she had been given when she started managing her husband.

fans were screaming, some confused, some excited. the voices of michael cole and corey graves shocked when they heard the music hit. "could it be! roman reigns wife is entering the royal rumble!" michael cole yelled. y/n slid into the ring, faced with asuka, rhea ripley, and liv morgan. to say she was anxious was an understatement as she faced the three women in front of her. she felt her confidence rise as she heard the crowd screaming, "holy shit!" she smiled, before running up to liv and attacking her, using the moves she had learned over the few weeks. she fought hard, before doing something that drove the fans crazy. she hit rhea ripley with a superkick, and completed the scene by hitting asuka with a spear, an ode to her husband.

she smiled as the crowd was roaring. before she knew it, asuka had been eliminated. she looked at the two women in front of her, smiling at rhea and liv. she knew that she probably wasn't going to win, but the adrenaline she felt was something she had never felt in her life, and she loved it. "you think you can come in here? this is my ring!" rhea yelled, before both rhea and liv attacked y/n, working as a team as they had many times. while y/n was down, rhea and liv started fighting each other. y/n watched as liv got eliminated. as soon as she noticed rhea was occupied with dumping liv out of the ring, she took the opportunity to throw rhea out of the ring, something her and rhea both did not know she was capable of.

y/n's jaw dropped as she realized what she had just did. she just won the royal rumble, something she thought would be the last outcome of the night. meanwhile, backstage roman and hunter were clapping in excitement knowing that y/n just did the unthinkable. the crowd was filled with jaws on the floor. some people upset, and some people surprised by her performance. y/n celebrated, as the usos came out to support her, as her husband's match was next. she smiled the two came behind her, holding her up, and pointed to the wrestlemania sign, causing the fireworks to go off. she was excited, but now. how was she going to win the match at wrestlemania that she didn't expect to happen?

after finishing her celebration, y/n went backstage, and ran into her husband's arms. "i am so proud of you, baby. you killed it." he whispered in her ear. "your spear? amazing." he added, smiling widely. y/n smiled, looking into her husband's eyes, "thank you for believing in me. now, go kill it out there so we can celebrate." she smiled, giving him a kiss, before roman had to leave for his match. backstage, people were congratulating her, giving her hugs, and words of props. y/n soaked it all in, enjoying her moment.

over the time leading up to wrestlemania, y/n spent more weeks training for the biggest match of her life. what took the fans by surprise was her choice of choosing to wrestle charlotte at wrestlemania. she knew that regardless of her decision, it would be a tough battle. every week, there would be constant trolls saying that she was a fool for thinking she could wrestle her at wrestlemania. with her not fighting each week, people did not know what to expect from her at wrestlemania. fans did not believe in her, but with the kind of woman y/n was, it gave her fuel. she spent her time training, and when she would come out to accompany roman, fans would always chant, "she can't wrestle." it was getting under skin, she wanted to prove everyone wrong. regardless of what roman and everyone who trained her would tell her, she wanted to prove these fans wrong, she wanted to be confident in her own abilities.

day of wrestlemania:

y/n had spent months preparing for this moment. the day of wrestlemania. she had been to the event multiple times, but never did she think it would be for own match. people had no idea what to expect from her. they had no clue if she would win, lose, or even put on a show for that matter. at the current moment, she was in her husband's locker room, preparing for her match. it was the first day of wrestlemania, meaning he would not be wrestling tonight. she not only wanted to make him proud, but she wanted to make the entire bloodline proud. she looked at herself, happy with the gear that had been made for her for this moment.

she looked at herself in the mirror, before putting on one of her husband's shirts that she had cropped. she was ready, and regardless of what everyone had to say, she was ready. roman smiled at her as he watched his wife prepare. he had taken a couple of weeks off throughout the months to attend trainings with her, and he knew she was ready. he just wanted her to be as confident in her abilities as he was. "you ready? you're on after this match." he said, causing y/n to get nervous butterflies in her stomach. he grabbed her two hands, looking at her in the eyes, "i believe in you, you are going to be amazing. fuck what the fans say, fuck what anyone says. you have been working your ass off, and trust me when i tell you, you are honestly a natural wrestler." he said, smiling.

y/n didn't realize how much she needed her husband's words at that moment, she was ready, and she deserved to be in this match after the work she had put in. "you're right, i'm ready. i want to make everyone proud, thank you for everything. you are forever the most amazing husband ever." she said, causing roman to smile widely. he pulled her into a hug, before they heard a staff member knock and yell, "y/n! get to the gorilla, your entrance is up in five!" she turned to roman, feeling nervous again, and he gave her a kiss. "you've got this, let's get over there. did i mention, paul will be accompanying you? you're the first woman to have paul with you, trust me, you got this." he said, before they walked over to the gorilla.

it was time, her entrance was up. she knew regardless of what happened, this was something she should be proud of. she heard her music hit, and paul smiled widely, "let's do this." y/n made her entrance, hearing a mix of wild cheers, and a few boos hear and there. she loved the adrenaline of knowing she had some people who didn't believe in her because she wanted to prove them wrong. as she waited for charlotte to make her entrance she made sure to keep a confident face, just like her husband had taught her.

the match began, and she pulled out every move she had learned. from the most perfect clotheslines, to superkicks, she showed off what she had been taught. the usos made sure to give her the perfect technique on a suicide dive, which caused the crowd to go insane. the amount of this is awesome cheers fueled her up. roman watched in the back proud, along with his cousins, he didn't expect to watch his wife to pull out her very own superman punch, smiling even wider when she watched her talk shit to the camera, another thing he taught her. he nodded in pride, as her and charlotte went back and fourth.

the final stride of the match came in, with charlottle having y/n in a figure eight. y/n felt like it was time to give up, she knew regardless of if she tapped out or not, she put in her all. the match had already gone on for twenty-two minutes, but she felt the adrenaline kick in once more. she somehow managed to get out of the figure eight, finding a way to kick charlottle in the face in the process. she looked up, knowing this was her chance. she ran up to charlottle, hitting her with a spear, and the crowd went wild. she looked up at the fans jumping up and down, and smiled. she knew what she had to do to finish this match off. she found her way up to the top rope, and did her very own uso splash, and knew this was it. the fans didn't though. y/n went for the pin once charlottle was down, and the referee started the final count.

one. two. three!

y/n went crazy as she heard the three. she didn't even get up, she sat there in the middle of the ring feeling all of her emotions. pride, happiness, and everything she had worked for coming to a final stop. she felt her tears come down, and watched as paul walked up to her with her new smackdown women's championship. once she heard the announcer say she was the winner, she smiled, raising up her title. she heard the fans cheer even louder, and looked over. roman and the usos were coming out to celebrate with her. she smiled as she looked at her husband, who grabbed her title, and put it around her waist for her.

"you deserve this, go to that rope, you did it." he whispered, as y/n went up to the top rope, and smiled looking down at the title that was around her waist, hearing fireworks go off all around her. the three men smiled as they watched her. as she came down, the three guys pulled her into a group hug, and the fans roared in you deserve it chants. and she did, she deserved it because she put on one hell of a match. and that, is how y/n became the woman of the hour.

the end.

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this was so fun to write, my apologies for taking so long to get to all requests! i hope you guys enjoyed. <3

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lottiembae · 3 months

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𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; jackie taylor x fem!reader

Summary: mid-twenties, a podcast and an off voice. or y/n discovering she had sex with a famous podcast's presenter.

Warnings: fluff, mention of sex, future surgeon!reader, mention of disorder alimentary. I don't know how I do it but it's long, sorry😐.

Note: English is not my first language.

"Hello, everyone! Welcome back to glitter things. I'm Jackie Taylor, Shauna is behind like always and today we have a special guest! Welcome back to glitter things Misty."

Y/N spit out the water she was drinking, wetting the counter in front of her. She coughed, grabbing a piece of paper and cleaning the mess, her breath going normal. She kept hearing the new recommended podcast, not believing the voice she is hearing.

She had sex with her. Even if Y/N couldn't see her face, she recognises the voice. That scratching, low and cheerful voice that whispered dirty and luring words at her last night. When they finished, Y/N walked away from Jackie's place and that's all.

Tired and surprised, Y/N sat down on her rough brown couch, listening closely to the program. Amazed by the charm and spontaneity of the woman, she got in a trance and listened to the full episode.

She isn't proud that after that and decides to take a short shower and change clothes, while she cooks her dinner, Y/N put an old episode. This time some Natalie Scatorccio was the special guest, the soft banter with Shauna, who still Y/N couldn't listen to the voice, and the stories about how they were in the same soccer team. It surprises Y/N, not taking Jackie Taylor to play some sport. She finished her dinner and after thinking about it, she couldn't help typing her name, only to be met by an unknown answer.

There aren't any photos of her. Neither Natalie Scatorccio or Misty Quigley. It's weird. It's clearly at this point of how well the podcast is going, there aren't any traces of Jackie Taylor or Shauna. Three seasons and a ghost face to the public.

For a part she is surprised, but the other part she felt proud. I mean, how many people who listen to this podcast could put a face to Jackie Taylor? A few ones, Y/N is one of them.

•••

A few days later and Y/N went to the same club she collided with Jackie. She couldn't help it, the mystery attracted her.

She walked inside of the crowded club, going to the bar to ask for a drink. While she waited for it after she ordered, her senses were on alert. She didn't like going out, plus nobody knew about her sexuality, so sometimes Y/N came to this lesbian club in New York, but afraid someone could recognise her. It's an internal feeling she has been battling for a long time, the only person knowing about her sexuality is her therapist.

Y/N thanked the bartender when they came with her drink and gave a sip, her eyes scanning the dance floor. And she spotted her, just like that. She isn't dancing, but she is close to the dance floor. Her head leaning to the unknown woman, whispering something with a smirk on her ear. Y/N could only see her face, the constant smile resting on her lipgloss mouth.

After thinking, Y/N decides to go to the dance floor, emptying her mind and letting herself loosen. She closed her eyes, focusing on the music, her body starting to move to the beat in a slow and sensual way. Sometimes she could feel the people surrounding her, but going away when notices she is ignoring them. Song after song, Y/N's body started to feel tired, the work hours affected her a little, until a perfume she knew too well hit her nostrils. Y/N still kept her eyes closed dancing, feeling her breath on her shoulder while she sneaked an arm around her waist, closing the gap between their bodies and dancing to the same beat.

This time she opened her eyes and moved her head to the left, seeing Jackie's bangs messed and her hazel doe eyes looking back at her, smirking.

"Am I finally the lucky woman to have you tonight?" She rasped on her ear, referring to the people who hit on her and failed.

Y/N shrugs, smirking back and turning around, wrapping her arms on her neck. "Maybe." She played, loosening her arms and her smirk widened when Jackie wrapped her other arm on her waist.

Jackie licked her mouth, deciding to lean her head on hers and kissing her lips. Y/N reciprocated, opening her mouth and giving access to Jackie's tongue, a hand going to her cheek meanwhile the hands on her waist going to her ass, squeezing it hard, Jackie smirked when Y/N let out a hiss.

"Let's go." Jackie whispered in her mouth after breaking the kiss, grabbing her hand and walking to a table.

"Wow, you gave for sure that I'm going with you!" She loudly says on her ear, the music is too loud for them to talk in a normal tone.

"I'm confident." Jackie said in a flirty voice, shrugging.

•••

Their irregular breathing matches when Jackie puts on next to her, a hand removing her hair while letting out a laugh. "That's amazing."

Y/N nods next to her, not knowing what to do.

Jackie frowned and looked at her, leaning her head on her hand while putting her elbow on the pillow. "You okay? I know that I'm good," Y/N snorted to this comment, rolling her eyes. Jackie hit her shoulder playful. "You can stay. It's late and I don't want you to go home at this hour." She offers, pulling on the covers on their naked bodies.

"Thanks." Y/N said, blushing a little because she wanted to ask something, she cleared her throat and talked when Jackie looked at her. "I'm sorry, but can you let me get some clothes? It's freezing." She whispered.

"Yeah, of course." Jackie stood up and rummaged into her closet, grabbing an old dark blue sweatshirt and gave it to Y/N. "There you are." She put on a big shirt and lay down.

Y/N thanked her and before she put on it, she could read WHS with a bee on it.

The next morning, Y/N woke up before Jackie and decided to go before the blonde woke up. So, stood up slowly and carefully to not make a sound while she put on her clothes. She closed the door carefully and tipped toe for the dark hall, going to the front door of the apartment and freezing out when someone cleared their throat.

"Coffee?" The unknown person asked when Y/N turned around, a smug smile painted on her lips.

Y/N looks around uncertainty, but nod. She didn't want to be rude. She approached the kitchen and waited for her coffee.

"I'm Shauna." The brunette introduced herself, putting the cup under the machine.

Y/N opened her eyes quickly, so this is Shauna. She cleared her throat when notices she fell silent for a few seconds. "Y/N."

Shauna nods with her head and gives the white cup at her. She sipped her own coffee while her eyes looked at the stranger with curiosity, leaning on the counter. Y/N felt nervous for the intensity look on her. She sipped the coffee and cursed lowly to get burned.

"You can sit down if you want." Shauna said, pointing to the bar stool next to her.

"No, thank you. I need to go to work soon." Y/N declined, explaining the reason. Shauna nods, grabbing her tablet and going to a round table, sitting there.

Y/N sipped her coffee quickly, even if later she would have severely burned spots on her palate. Something on Shauna made her feel nervous, like if she gives a false step, Shauna will know she recognises them. Something is true, but in her defence, she found out randomly. And if Y/N decides to come back to that club it is only Jackie's fault for being charming and other qualities she can't think of now.

"Thank you, Shauna. Bye." Y/N said after putting the cup in the sink.

Shauna removes her gaze from her tablet and gives a lipped smile at her. "You're welcome. Be careful." She wishes kindly.

Y/N nods and left the apartment.

•••

A few days passed. Y/N is in a cafeteria near the hospital where she is having practice. She is on a break, without changing her medical clothes because soon she needed to come back.

She sipped from her drink, depositing it on the table and typing on her laptop. But she raised her eyes up momentarily when saw a few tables away from a brunette she met a few days ago, it made her feel nervous. Y/N checked the hour, she is still ten minutes before her shift started and Shauna seems like she is staying for more than five minutes, that means Y/N needs to pass for her table to exit from there and Shauna would see her.

Y/N saved her project and closed the laptop, saved her belongings and went to pay for the piece of cake and coffee. Maybe if she wasn't so distracted, she could see the knife on the next empty table to fall, but it was too late when someone pushed her and her right hand met the metal, stab in her skin. She let out a loud pain noise, alerting some people around her. Her eyes saw the knife with her blood dripping, it is still stabbed in. Y/N needed to remove it slowly, careful to not damage the wound or brush her tendon.

"Are you okay? Oh my god, there you are!" Some waitresses came and tended her to a rag to cover the wound when she took the knife out.

"Thank you." She said in a weak tone, putting the rag on her hand with a firm knot. "How much for the coffee and that cake?" She asks, signaling with her left hand the cake she asked to have before.

"Oh no! We invite. Please, let me help you." A boy from the same age said, going out from behind. Y/N thanked them again, she could feel how pallid she is turning.

They walked to the exit, Y/N holding with her left hand the other injured one, feeling a warm liquid forming on the rag. "Y/N?" She stopped when Shauna called her. The brunette stood up and walked towards her with a smile until she saw the rag covering with blood, her smile faltering. "What happened?" She questioned with worry.

"I was not paying attention and I stabbed with a knife." She said in a weak voice. "I'm going to the hospital." She informs, trying to give her a smile but failing.

Shauna nods, watching the boy who attended her before. "I'm going with her, Simon. I'll pay tomorrow for my command." She said, grabbing her things and walking towards Y/N, guiding her outside.

The brunette guides her carefully to the big hospital, her body doing the shield on the crowded streets, scowling whenever someone pushes them without apologizing. "You know this place." Y/N said after a while, making Shauna frown confused. "The cafeteria." Y/N specific.

"Yeah, I usually go there because it is nearer where I work." Shauna murmurs, turning right to a street and seeing the big building. "Are you a doctor?" She asked a few minutes later, side eyeing the blue clothes.

"I hope so. I'm in my last year of college." Y/N said, both of them are going in now, they went to the reception and she gives a brief wave with her uninjured hand. "Good Evening Molly. I need a doctor." Then, she proceeded to show her right hand with the rag covered in blood, gaining a gasp from Molly.

"What the hell happened? Let's go, I'm taking you with Stella. She is free now." Molly indicated a door to go, Y/N looked at Shauna and whispered to follow her too. They travelled for some halls until Molly knocked at the door, opening it later when someone gave her permission. "Stella, your intern got injured. Please, fix her."

Molly gave Y/N an affectionate squeeze on her shoulder and smiled softly at Shauna, she left the room.

Stella frowned and walked towards Y/N, telling her to go to the stretcher. Shauna noticed how Y/N's steps were weak, so she helped her and grabbed her left hand to show her some support, the girl thanked her.

Stella grabbed a desk chair and put it in front of them, mainly Y/N. "Put the hand there." She ordered soft. The injured woman did what Stella said and the doctor started to loosen the knot, taking off carefully the rag and throwing it into a bin. Her blue eyes examined the wound, whispering something like it doesn't look bad, needing a few stitches. It relieved somehow Y/N heard that.

"Well, done." Stella said, giving a smile to Y/N. "The next time you injure one of my best interns, be careful." She said, chuckling.

"I'll try my best." Y/N said, blushing a little by the compliment.

"You will be two weeks out. Don't worry, I'll do the paperwork." She kindly said, standing out and throwing away the gloves. "It happens many times, and it is superficial. My advice is, breathe these weeks and come back with the same energy you came the first day." Stella said, patting her shoulder. "I'm going to grab the antibiotics you need and you are free until four days when someone needs to check on your stitches." The three got out of the consulting room, Stella went to do what she said while Shauna and Y/N sat down on the chairs outside the consulting room.

Shauna watched how Y/N moves her leg, a distraught look on her eyes looking at the bandage hand. "It's nothing." She patted her knee, trying to distract her.

"I know..." She whispered, raising her gaze towards her and opening her mouth a few times, she finally said. "I was afraid. I would never forgive myself if for a distraction I throw my dream into nothing." Her voice trembled. Shauna wrapped her left arm around her shoulder and pushed her to herself, Y/N's head on her chest.

"Do you want to hear something stupid and random?" Shauna asks out of the blue, Y/N nod gladly to distract her mind from the previous event. "You are my favourite." Shauna laughs lowly when the girl raises her head confused. "Jackie slept with a lot of women. My opinion is that they are all stupid and foolish. Then, you seem the only one with a brain to understand a hookup night." Y/N closed her eyes and slowly painted a grin, understanding what she meant and letting out a laugh, Shauna laughing too. "But it is funny to see Jackie trying to gently kick them out." She said with a shrug.

They laughed for a few minutes, Y/N let her head on her shoulder this time, sighing. "Can I admit something now?" She asks shyly. She hears how Shauna hummed an affirmative word. Y/N swallow and take a breath. "The next day after I had sex with Jackie, I discovered who she is..." She said lowly, a little embarrassed. "I'm a huge fan of criminal podcasts, and when it finishes there were recommendations and it was put alone when the time finished. So it was how I found out." Y/N explained.

"How the hell would our podcast appear on your recommendations?" Shauna asks aloud, a little incredulous. It made Y/N chuckles a little, thinking the same because the podcast she is into is the opposite of what Jackie Taylor could be. "Wait, Jackie mentioned the other day that you two met, so I'm guessing the second was the other day...?" She says, in a curious voice.

"Yes... Before you judge me, Jackie's voice is powerful. I know it is a lame excuse," she could see the ghost of a smile on Shauna's lips. "I guess I liked the other part I couldn't see that night..." She admitted, embarrassed.

After a moment of silence, Shauna spoke. "Usually, Jackie gave a contract with the person she had fun with and made it sign the next day. I asked her if she gave you the contract, because normally it is Jackie saying goodbye to them, not me. Maybe I'm around to witness the lies she said to them." She stopped, looking at Y/N with a kind look. "She said to me that we didn't need to worry about you." She finishes, shrugging.

Y/N feel confused. "What does that mean?" She lowly asks.

"I don't know." Shauna says sincerely.

At that moment, Stella came and gave her the antibiotics. "Three times during the day." She reminds her before she engulfed Y/N in a hug. "And you, did me a favour and take care of her, yeah?" She said at Shauna with a smile.

Y/N opened her mouth to answer that actually, she and Shauna weren't friends. However Shauna cut her and kindly promised that she kept an eye on her.

"You don't have to do that, you know?" Y/N says, walking to the exit with Shauna beside her.

"Believe me, I'm going to keep my word." The brunette stated, pressing the lift's button. "Starting now." She gazes at her, giggling about the girl's behaviour. It's weird that Shauna expresses some type of interaction with a person that only saw a few minutes the past day.

Shauna offered to drive her to her apartment, after Y/N declined like five times, the next try she said yes. They stayed quiet, hearing the cranberries on the radio, it surprises her a little because if she is honest, Y/N knew two songs about that group. But the little time they passed together, she could appreciate that Shauna is not like the rest.

"We are here." Shauna hummed, parking the car. They got out and Y/N followed her, not daring to say anything because clearly, Shauna doesn't take her to her place. And like if Shauna read her mind, she talks. "Sorry, but we need to record the next episode today so I can fix it tomorrow to have it ready on Thursday."

Y/N opened her eyes. "It's okay... But, do you want me there? I don't want to disturb." She said worried, going inside to a different building where Jackie and Shauna live.

"I'm surprised to offer it." Shauna started, indicating the way with her busy hands. "You seem nice." Was the explanation she gave.

They came out of the lift to the one on the last floor. They passed a few doors and the third one is where Shauna stopped, unblocking the door with her keys. She entered and turned on the lights in the big room, waving at Y/N to pass and close the door behind her.

"It has a lot of glitter..." Y/N muttered, her eyes widening. Shauna agreed with a low laugh. She could appreciate a lot of shelving, full of things, of memories and gifts. The wall had a light lilac tone, some lights scattered on the walls. In the middle there is a rectangular table, three chairs and microphones. A little far away there are two white couches and to the right a cabin with transparent windows, assuming that is the place where Shauna worked. She saw two doors closed, so she slowly walked to a glass cabinet where there were photos, it was old photos. She saw that a blonde with dimples on her cheeks was wearing the same shirt that Jackie gave her the other night. Then, Y/N realised that in fact, they are in their teens years. When her eyes met a teen Jackie with a yellow ribbon on her bun, with a navy blue kit while holding a trophy in the air with a big grin on her face, her heart gave an overturn. Jackie now and before, had almost the same face. Maybe the blonde is a few years older than Y/N, but that photo could have ten years, which means it is ten years older and Jackie barely changed.

"We won the last match to go to Nationals that year... She gave us the pass scoring that last minute goal." Shauna explains, crossing her arms while leaning on the table behind Y/N. "The dyed blonde is Natalie, at that time she and Jackie couldn't see each other. The tall brunette is Charlotte Matthews, she has never been on the podcast and I doubt she would be, but she hung out here sometimes. Busy with work now, she is a producer musician." Shauna walks next to Y/N, pointing the mentioned ones. "Ex girlfriends." At this Y/N let out a chuckle, seeing a photo where Natalie and Lottie are having some good time playing the guitar.

"She is Misty, you can't recognise her now. From all of us, she is the one who changed the most but remained the same inside. Smart, dark humour and tragic theatre recite." Y/N beamed a little, she only heard a few podcasts of them, but Misty seems really an interesting person. At least the topics she talked about, detailed it really well. "Van Palmer. If you want to survive never call them on their full name." Y/N painted a smile and could appreciate the photo where they all are together in a party, the redhead seems a little pissed compared with the others one where they were always doing a silly face or smirking. Then, she focused better and saw a big scar on their left cheek, it seems fresh. "Van got bit by a wolf in a trip with the high school's last year in Canada. I know, shocking. They hated it before, but now love it." Shauna explains, smiling at the end. "Laura Lee. The perfect, loving and happy girl that loved to tell us about our sins, very catholic if you don't catch up. She now has an erotic shop, very successful if you ask me..." Shauna pointed to a blonde, smiling face in a photo posing and behind her a small plane, next to her were an unknown face and Charlotte.

"This is Taissa. Our political friend. Badass and not scared to say what she thinks. She is a frequent guest here." A fierce gaze, big curly hair and proud smile while she held the same trophy Jackie did. Very attractive and showing a strong aura, Y/N could see through her features how Shauna described her. Y/N needed to hear the episodes where she is featuring. "Here's Mari. She doesn't have filter to say anything passing for her mind. Best karaoke singer, actually studying to become a soccer coach." She pointed to a girl who looks similar to Charlotte, with bangs and her eyes shrinking from laughing. "These are Akhila and Crystal. They help me with edition sometimes." Shauna finished, showing her a picture where the three are in the studio, having a break and giving tired smiles to the camera.

Before Y/N could ask something, two new voices were heard when someone opened the front door. They turned to look at them, seeing how the smile from Jackie's face dropped, transforming in a shocked face. Next to her was a redhead with long hair, the colour of their hair brightening the whole room.

"What are you doing here!? And are you a doctor!?" Jackie asked twice, her eyes scanning what Y/N was wearing. She throw her purse to the near couch and walked towards the pair, the shock turning in a new emotion, worry. "Oh my god your hand!"

Y/N looks briefly to her injured hand, then to Jackie again. "It's okay. I have a few stitches but I'm fine." She reassured her when saw how her eyes opened more when heard the stitches word. "And not, I'm not a doctor. But hopefully becoming one at the end of this year." She clears out, smiling timid.

Jackie looked at Shauna, suspicious. "Since when you two know each other?"

Shauna opened her mouth to explain the whole situation, but Y/N has an idea and interrupted her. "Well, she is my girlfriend." She almost let out a big laugh when Jackie gasped and Shauna looks at her with an alarming look. With her left hand grabbed Shauna's hand, intertwining them. Behind Jackie, Y/N saw the mischief look that Van is throwing at her, catching the lie immediately but remaining quiet.

The hazel eyed woman blinked a few times, still surprised. Then, she gazes intensely at her best friend and knew when the brown eyes moves away from her that this is not real. "Very funny." She said sarcastically, crossing her arms and looking playfully to Y/N. "I know this one for twenty three years, honey."

Y/N rolls her eyes, however inside her, her mind got dizzy and her heartbeat accelerate when Jackie gave her that pet name. "I wanted to see your reaction." She smugly said, shrugging and giving her an innocent look.

"Shit. So she is your girlfriend?" Van spoke for the first time, sitting on one of the couch.

Jackie turned to look at them with a startled face, while her cheeks start to turn red. "She is not my girlf-," she cut herself when saw the smugness on Van's freckles face. "Shut up, Van." Then, she turned to look at the pair, ignoring her warming cheeks. Her eyes noticed that they still holding hands.

Shauna let out Y/N's hand and cleared her throat. "I saw her in Sunny's cafeteria and I offered to accompany her to the hospital, where she is working." She looks at Y/N for confirmation and relief showed on her face when she nodded, confirming her explanation. "Also, I bring her because it was getting late." She said in a small voice, scratching her neck awkwardly.

"And you trust her?" Van asks, a little surprised. She knew Shauna is difficult to let people know about the podcast.

The brunette gave them a pointed glare. "Yes. The contrary she couldn't been her." She harshly said, walking away and going to her room, closing the door behind to let know that she wants to be alone.

Van snort. "So Shauna." She murmurs, sipping from her water. "Anyway, I'm Van." The redhead introduced to Y/N, smiling kindly when the girl sat down next to her, Jackie trailing behind her.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N. Jackie's hookup." Van burst out laughing while Jackie whined behind them, scolding Y/N.

"I like her." Van commented when their laugh die. "You hear it before?"

"About the podcast?" Y/N asks, the redhead nods. "A few episodes. I heard the Epitome and the Cheeseburger." She admitted.

Van hummed. "Well, there are good ones. You can witness on live today." They winked at her.

"Depends... Topic?" Y/N felt relaxed and play along with the redhead.

"About various topics. I'm a gamer who is friend with a cliché with legs. What do you think it could be?" Van rhetorically ask, leaning their head on their hand on the couch back.

Y/N snorted. "Be careful with your words, Palmer. I'm the boss here." Jackie muttered, sitting in the rectangular table with the laptop on. Her hair now in a mess ponytail, and she still looks beautiful. Her beige jacket wrapping her small figure, and her hazel eyes looking through the sophisticated glasses to the screen.

"Sorry, boss." Van mocked, not bothered by her friend's warnings words.

Y/N fix her eyes on the scar. She tried to avoid the lingering stare on it, not wanting Van feeling uncomfortable. But the problem is that Y/N from a long time, adores the scars and could be mean if the doctor who did it was a botched job or praise who the art work.

"The doctor who stitches you was a rougher and careless..." She whispers, clearly without intentions to say it loudly. Her eyes opened a lot when Van turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "Shit, sorry. I mean, it could be better stitched. It is not bad, but could be better." She explains, nervously.

Jackie raised her head curiously. Van's scar barely is mentioned and nobody dare to say something about it. Not because they are scared, they saw how bad and painful it made Van in the past, that they wanted to bring back what the redhead lived. "You are a freak about it, do you?" Their voice is calm, a tiny smirk showing on their lips. The blonde sighs relieved.

"Yeah... Can I?" Y/N shyly asks, explaining with her hand what she wants to do. Van nods, leaning their head aside to let more access. Y/N's index finger traced slowly the scar, it's big but frames perfectly their features. Maybe it could be a little thinner, but maybe the circumstances were different and it needed to be quickly.

Van's eyes catches the gaze that Jackie was throwing at them, specially at Y/N. They could see the soft on her eyes and the corner of her lips turning up. When Jackie moves her gaze towards Van, this one put their thumb up, making her to rolls her eyes.

"Alright! We are starting in five minutes. Y/N, please come with me." Shauna approachs again, warning her friends.

Y/N separated and nodded at Shauna, before she stood up, looked back to Van. "It's beautiful." She murmurs, standing up and walking to where Shauna is, closing the door carefully.

"You need date her or I'm doing it." Van whispered at Jackie when passed next to her.

"Sit down and talk about video games." She grumbled.

•••

Shauna's eyes travelled to her right sometime, scanning Y/N's face when she noticed at the start of the episode that her face started to change. With a sight, she pushed away the black headphones and put them hanging on her neck, her full vision entirely on Y/N.

"Do you need anything?" She whispers, seeing now the pain written on her face. She knew that the woman tried to deny it with a smile, but it was impossible. "I'm going to take your pills and a glass of water." She informed her, squeezing her arm. "Keep talking, I need to go grab something that I forget in the living room." Shauna let them know, sometimes she did it in the past. They keep talking while Jackie puts her thumbs up.

Van keeps explaining the good game Baldur's Gate 3 is to someone in front of her that the only game she played was the sims. Jackie advertised her eyes from the redhead and looked at Shauna when she came out and started to rummage on a white bag. She can't see it properly, only it is a rectangular box. The brunette gave her a quick small smile and returned inside of the cabin, closing the door softly behind her.

"The other day I played with Shauna to guess Taylor Swift's songs... It counts?" Jackie says, smiling while Van scoffs, muttering under their breath. Y/N looks at the interactive entertainment, seeing how Jackie put up her leg and reposed her arm there, laughing at something Van said.

"There you are." Shauna approached with a glass of water and the pills Stella gave Y/N earlier. The brunette sat down where she was before, next to Y/N and when she saw the other took it, more relaxed she paid attention to her friends, smiling at some old anecdote that Van is telling about Jackie.

The time passed and Y/N was feeling better, but sleepy. She removed the headphones Shauna gave her before and leaned her back to the seat, hiding a yawn between her hands. Slowly her head met Shauna's shoulder, finding comfort there. The brown eyed woman looked at the weight on her shoulder, seeing a very sleepy Y/N with her mouth half opened. She knew that if she moved, Y/N wouldn't wake up too easily thanks to the pills. So moving her right arm slower, and with the passing time her arm started to feel numb, the new episode finished.

Jackie went to the cabin when no one came out from there. She opened the door and witnessed how Shauna was struggling to remove Y/N's head from her shoulder without waking her up. The blonde leaned on the frame door, crossing her arms and clearing her throat with a smug smile.

"Need some help?" She rasped out, chuckling when Shauna gave her a pleading look. Jackie walks in and gently removes Y/N's head to the chair, removing some strand of hair from her face and admiring her features while doing it. Then, her eyes find the injured hand and worry is installed in her mind. "Why did you come out before?" She whispers.

"She was in pain. I grabbed some pills the doctor gave her." Shauna explains, standing up and clearing out her desk. "What are we doing? We take her to our home or take her to hers?" She asks, stopping with a notebook on hand and the other with her bag, looking at Jackie.

"Well, for me I have no problem with her staying with us... Do you?" Jackie placed her hands on Y/N's shoulders to hold her and not falling from the chair. Her hazel eyes found Shauna's brown ones, unintentionally giving her a pleading and hopeful gaze.

"You are the only one who is going to sleep with her in the same bed." Shauna states, shrugging and saving her things.

Van approached there too and saw how the blonde started to call the name of the woman sitting there in vain, because Y/N is passed out. "I can help you with her." The redhead says, walking towards them and lifting Y/N up, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other one passes Y/N's arm around their neck, holding her hand with them.

"I'm going to grab my things and I will help you!" Jackie says, walking out quickly. Van walked carefully with Y/N by her side, Shauna helping her and stepping out when Jackie comes back. "Van brought me with them." She informed Shauna when they left the studio and the brunette is closing the door with her keys.

"Jacks, I know it. You have a car like an accessory." Shauna says in an obvious tone, smirking when Jackie hits her arm playfully.

When Y/N opened her eyes it was dark. A low volume of music playing in the distance and someone speaking in a low voice. She blinked a few times, disoriented. She looked around and noticed she was in a car, in the back part.

A throb of pain on her right hand made her let out a hiss of pain, sitting better and bringing her hand to her chest. A head turned to look at her, turning on the light and illuminating the whole car, making Y/N shrink her eyes.

"Shit, sorry!" Jackie murmured, lowering the light. "Are you feeling better?" Her doe hazel eyes pooled with worry, she heard the pained expression Y/N let out.

Y/N nods. "Where are we going? And... How did I get here?" She is confused, looking at the inside of the car.

"Van help us to bring you to Shauna's car." Jackie explains. "And we are going to our apartment. I hope it is okay." She gifted Y/N with one of her famous smiles.

Y/N holds her breath. "You don't have to. I can call a Uber." She said, not wanting to be a burden to them.

"Don't say nonsense." Shauna spoke this time, her eyes moving to the review mirror and gazing at her. "Also, your friend needs to keep an eye on the best student." She winked at her.

Jackie frowns, gazing at her friend confused and alternating her gaze with Y/N, who blushed. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing." Shauna hummed, turning a corner. "We are here."

•••

"You have a nice apartment." Jackie complimented after her eyes scanned the living room and sat down in a stool in the open kitchen.

"Thank you. My parents searched for this and paid the rent, so..." Y/N says with a sarcastic smile.

Jackie snort, seeing the girl with fresh clothes now take the juice from the fridge. "You are rich. I know the sentiment. My parents are too and constantly paid for my things. Then, I went to college and I worked and I don't feel more free in my life." She explains, letting out a tiny laugh and shrugs her shoulders.

"I can't imagine their reaction when you told them about how you are dedicating now." Y/N says in a teasing tone, sitting next to her.

"No happiness at first... But later they accept it and they are my biggest fans." She admitted, her two buns made her look more innocent when her hazel eyed lit gazing at Y/N. "But I'm sure your parents are over the moon with your job's choice. C'mon, surgeon?" It was her turn to tease Y/N.

Last night, while they were laying on Jackie's bed they talked a little about their lives. And Y/N mentioned the blonde to what she wanted to be.

"They are happy." Y/N nods, laughing a little. "But it's for passion and admiration from an early age. I always liked the idea of healing people... And like you can hear yesterday I'm a huge weirdo for scars..." She slowly says, playing with the half empty orange bottle. "I know I'm privileged to have parents to pay for everything. But I think they do it for the amount of absence in my childhood that they reward me with money..." She said with her gaze lost, shaking her head when notices she shared too much. "Sorry, I should let it to my psychologist."

Jackie bit her lip, that story sounds to her. No because their parents did it, she had luck to have them there always. She put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "I can share my shit in my teens." She tried to light the mood.

"Sure. I would love to hear Jackie in a difficult situation." Y/N snorted. She didn't know her too much, but Jackie emits that she was miss perfect.

"I know what you are thinking." Jackie started, removing her hand from her shoulder and starting to play with her rings. She made a thinking face, looking at the ceiling. "I remember the pressure about being perfect, after all it was what they waited for me. I remember how my mind blamed me for not doing what they wanted. Slowly I stopped to eat like I usually did. A small amount of food, counting the calories... I think soccer saves me from something bigger." She opened, her eyes brightening for the tears. She does not cry, but it's painful for her to remember those years.

Y/N felt shocked. In a million years she imagined something like that. She scolded herself to judge her. "Jackie..." She didn't know what to say so she wrapped her in an embrace.

"I'm fine now. My family and friends help me a lot. My psychologist too, so I'm glad you go there to let out your shit." The blonde patted the arm wrapped on her neck, the marshmallow soup Y/N used, hit her nostrils.

They stayed in silence. Y/N processing what the blonde told her and Jackie too distracted about the few freckles scattered on Y/N's arm.

"You don't seem surprised about me being a famous podcast presenter." Jackie hummed, smiling when Y/N let out a laugh.

Y/N removed her arms around Jackie. "And you seem disappointed about it." She sang.

"Well... Maybe." Jackie played along.

They stared at each other while the silence enveloped them in their bubble, until a song interrupted their moment. Jackie cursed in her mind and apologized to answer Shauna's call.

"Sorry, I need to go. I will text you later and hang up soon, okay?" Jackie came from the living room, grabbing her big caramel bag and walked towards Y/N, embracing her.

"Don't worry. Since I have some free time I will go to visit my parents and maybe listen to the rest of the episodes..." Y/N says, chuckling softly.

"I'm flattered, but you won't regret it I promise." Jackie kissed her cheek and walked away when Y/N said goodbye, who stayed looking at the back of the black coat she wears.

•••

Days passed, Jackie and Y/N's bond got stronger. Texting every day and every hour. Every text that Y/N received from the blonde, let a big grin on her face.

Shauna helped Y/N too. Always calling her once a day to check on her. She even invited Y/N to go back to the studio, but she denied not wanting to overstep.

At this point, Y/N heard the full two seasons and half of the third, that it was still in the air. She can't deny that Taissa Turner is one of her favourite guests, loving how Taissa made her explanation with good arguments and not disrespecting different opinions.

Charming Voice: hey you! Some of us wanted to disturb Shauna's peace. You in?

Y/N laughed to herself when read the message before unblocking her phone. She is busy changing the bandage to answer immediately so, opted to call her.

"What do you say?" Jackie answered the call at the third tone, her voice echoing in the silence bathroom.

"I love the idea! I need to change my clothes because I just showered and put on my pyjamas. Give me the direction and drive there." Y/N explained, rolling her eyes when the bandage didn't stay like she wanted.

"Are you driving there? Are you crazy!? Forget about it, I make Shauna or Natalie drive to your apartment." Jackie says firm, some noise was heard in the background. "Shut up, Nat." She grumbled, making Y/N laugh.

"You know what? I'm not going to discuss with you this time. You know where I live. See you now!" Y/N says, hanging up the call when Jackie agrees.

Y/N opted to wear something casual, not in the mood to fix her. 20 minutes later, Jackie texted her that they were waiting for her.

"You look stunning!" Jackie yells at her from her seat, the window down. Y/N walked to Shauna's car, blushing a little by her words.

"You said that to everyone." Y/N stated, going in and waving at Shauna and the unknown person in the back seat.

"I'm Natalie." The blonde introduced, waving with her hand in the air and giving her a polite smile, a dimple showing up on her right cheek.

Y/N wanted to jump in the seat, too excited to finally meet in person to a frequent guest in the Glitter Things podcast. So, she just holds her enthusiasm and introduces herself politely.

"I guess Jackie can't convince you to drive her here." Y/N jokes when Shauna drives to another part.

Natalie let out a deep chuckle. "Yeah, however I almost made her drive me here." She said, giving a teasing smirk to the blonde when she turned at them.

"Well, is Shauna who did it, I think." Y/N says back, making Natalie laugh and the other gives an apologetic smile in return to Shauna when the brunette looks at her in the reviews mirror.

"Van's right, you are funny." Nat murmured, her black eyeliner giving intensity to her deep blue eyes.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, surprised to hear it. Van talked about her with Nat? And maybe with other friends that usually approach the podcasts? She feels like she can faint at any moment. The reason? Jackie Taylor. Why? To be cool. No matter what the reason is, for Y/N meet some cool women that approached in Glitter Things is Jackie's fault.

"Am I?" She questioned in a low voice.

Natalie bit her lip and nod, right now both dimples showed up on her cheeks when she fully grin at her.

"Can I have Y/N's attention to myself? Thank you." Jackie loudly said in a fake innocent voice and looked at Natalie with the same expression. The dyed blonde rolled her eyes, but made a signal with both of her hands to Y/N to indicate that she is hers now. "We are going to karaoke. Prepare yourself to sing with all of us some Taylor's songs and with Shauna Green Day's. Natalie doesn't sing, only smoke." Natalie showed her middle finger when Jackie teased her.

"I like Green Day!" Y/N cheerfully said, grinning big when heard that someone else likes them. Shauna gives her a shy smile.

"I think your shoot turned in another direction." Natalie muttered, looking by the window and holding her laugh.

Jackie gave her a death glare.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not knowing what that means. Instead she remembers when Shauna told her about the two to not get along in the past.

They arrived at the karaoke bar, Jackie giving Y/N a hug when she got out of the car and immediately starting to tell how the new recording of the episode went when Y/N asked her how it went.

Jackie intertwined her arm with hers, walking inside while Shauna and Natalie walked behind them, chatting and correcting some of Jackie's parts of the story.

"Finally! One more song about Harry Styles and I cut my veins." Van exclaimed when they approached, smiling when their eyes met Y/N. "You came! How are you?" They kindly ask for her hand.

"Hi! I'm fine, thank you for asking. Someone sang American Pie? It is not a karaoke night when nobody sings that song." Y/N says.

"Oh my god! Yes! There are three people who sang that. You think like me! Can I bring you a drink?" The last part the redhead said in a fake flirty voice, but enough to make Y/N laugh.

When Van disappeared with Natalie to bring their drinks, Jackie introduced at her a tall brunette with a kind smile and soft brown eyes. She wears a pink top and a black skirt, accentuating her long legs. Unlike in the photo, her bangs disappeared and her long hair was cut, letting it go about her shoulders.

"Call me Lottie, please." She said in a kind voice, leaning down and embracing her briefly. Y/N couldn't deny how beautiful she is. And how good she smells. "Tai can't come and Laura Lee is getting late." She informed Jackie.

The rest of the night Y/N laughed a lot. Van's jokes with Natalie sarcasm's comment brought tears to her eyes from laughter. Misty Quigley joined the little group, she and Y/N engulfing in an interesting conversation. Then, the part where they all go upstairs to sing, Jackie brought with her a tired Shauna with hers to sing a Taylor Swift song. The next one was Van and Y/N, choosing for a 80's song.

"I'm glad you got along with all of them." Jackie sat down next to her after finishing the song with Misty and Natalie, for the dismay of the last one.

Y/N grin, drinking from her cup. "Thank you, Jackie. I needed this and you helped me a lot these days. Your friends are amazing." She sincerely said, maybe the alcohol had something to do with it.

Jackie gave her a sincere smile, putting her hand on hers. "I'm happy to help you. And about that they are amazing... We are keeping those words away from them." She joked, gazing at her with a fascinating look.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N leaned on her ear for her to listen. When Jackie nodded, she leaned again. "I don't judge you but... Don't you want people to put a face to your amazing skills with the microphone? I mean, you are so talented and you are easy with words. It's a shame they can't see how pretty you are." At this confession, Jackie's cheeks almost explode for the intensity of how warm they felt.

She cleared her throat, trying to answer honestly about it. So this time she leaned to her and spoke on her ear. "At first I wanted people to know me! But contrary to me, Shauna wasn't. And for the first time in my life, I made the right decision to stay anonymous until someone finds us." Her hazel eyes meet Y/N's, the eyes that from a few nights were in her mind. "It's fun to read comments and theories about us." She finished, sipping from her drink.

"Jackie, let's go!" Van came and grabbed her hand, the rest of the group going on stage.

"We are going to sing our song. It's a tradition. Do you want to come or witness our talent?" Jackie says.

"I prefer the second choice." Y/N reply, feeling a little too dizzy to go there and sing. That and not wanting to overstep on their song.

Jackie nodded and before she stood up, she leaned and kissed her cheek. Then, Van dragged her after asking Y/N to record it.

Y/N finishes to record the song with her cheeks burning. The group made her the target to sing at the top of their lungs at her, bringing attention from the rest of the people there. The worst were the redhead and Natalie, putting up a scene.

•••

The next day, Jackie offered to take Y/N to the hospital and removed the stitches. It surprises Shauna that finally her friend could use the car that their parents brought her after finishing college.

"Guys you don't believe it but Jackie is going to use her car!" Jackie rolled her eyes when hear Shauna say it when she stayed outside for Y/N's request and entered the buzz's chat.

The rest of the reply were they all making fun of her. She typed a quick answer and sent them all a picture of her middle finger.

"Why do you look so pissed?" Y/N approaches, holding a laugh.

"They are making fun of me." Instantly a pout makes passes on her features. Then, Jackie noticed that Y/N isn't wearing a bandage anymore and changing her expression for a happy one. "Let me see!" She extended her hand to grab Y/N right one, seeing a fresh little scar between her thumb and index fingers.

A new person approached behind Y/N. "New like a rose! Ivan told me you are here. How are you?" Y/N turned and let out a bright smile, hugging the woman.

"Stella! You are right, I don't know how many things I've been missing. I'm going to miss them when I come back." She gave her a brief pout.

"I told you!" Stella laughed, her gaze now in Jackie. "Hey, I don't know you came with your girlfriend." Y/N opened her eyes, blushing like crazy.

Jackie copied her gesture, but let out a nervous laugh. "We are not girlfriends..." She corrected her kindly.

"Oh sorry! You two looked like a couple, my fault!" The blonde apologises.

After that, Jackie notices how uncomfortable Y/N is. She decided to sit down Y/N where she was before and she took the seat next to her. "What's wrong?" She questioned gently, her hand stroking the palm of Y/N's hand, careful to not touch the scar.

"People don't know about me..." She struggles a little to say it loudly. She felt comfortable talking about it with Clare, her psychologist.

Jackie brushed her thumb to her chin and gave her the kindest gaze that no one gave her in her life. "There is not a rule to say to everyone that you are gay." She whispers. "You know, my parents found out when I went to college and saw my diary. I ranted a lot about Trinity Damon, the captain cheerleader. I always knew it and also denied it and I don't know why. It's okay if you are comfortable with people not knowing it, the problem comes when you hide who you are."

Y/N hides her head on her neck, finding comfort in her words. Jackie wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaning her head on hers.

"Sometimes I feel like Leighton Murray." Y/N commented, making Jackie let out a big laugh.

"Yes, you are! Rich, gay and pretty." Y/N hit her arm playfully, raising her head from her neck.

When they come back to Jackie's car, Y/N discreetly takes a photo of her driving and sends it to Shauna. When Jackie opened the group chat she pouted at Y/N, whining.

"She didn't leave me live for it, Y/N!" Jackie protests, groaning. They went to her studio, the blonde wanted Y/N there to record the episode of that week.

"She or they?" Y/N hummed, laughing when Jackie sent her a warning glare. "You are cute." She pinched her cheek, only for the blonde to remove her hand away.

"You need to stay away from Van and Natalie. They are a bad influence on you." Jackie sighed, going out from the lift.

Y/N entered behind Jackie to the studio and almost passed out when saw a big curly hair chuckle to something Van said. Y/N slapped repeatedly on Jackie's arm, making this one to let out a trial of giggles.

"Big fan, uhm?" Jackie teases her. She planned it, for today's episode Shauna and herself thought to bring a special one where the majority of them showed up there, less Lottie, who for much she and Shauna begged, she remains to her word, but with the promise she can witness the moment from a distance. Y/N hides behind Jackie when she walks towards the group gathering on the couches.

Shauna steps towards Y/N, with enough confidence she grabbed the hand and scanned the scar, a small smile on her mouth. "Stella did a good job." She commented.

Y/N only smiled and hugged her, after all Shauna helped her that day and maybe thanks to her, she maintained contact with Jackie and met them all, including Shauna.

"Do you approach too?" She asked curiously at Shauna.

"Crystal and Akhila are here. So yes, I'm going to approach." She shyly said. Y/N clapped content, squeezing her round cheeks with her hands. "Stop it, you are spending too much time with Jackie." It made Y/N snort, remembering the previous Jackie's words.

A pair of arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, lifting her and making her let out a little scream. "It's me, Van." The redhead chuckles, putting her down and giving a side hug to her. "Taissa come here please!" Jackie asked Van if they could introduce Taissa to her, because if the blonde did it would be suspicious. Y/N swallowed nervously. Taissa walked towards them with a warm smile, removing her hair aside. "She is Y/N, a future addition to this wonderful lesbian group." Van introduced, gaining some laughter from their friends.

Y/N looked at Jackie, but this one gave her an imperceptible nod to her way, smiling. "The only one who made Jackie drive, nice to meet you." She sent a sheepishly smile to Jackie, who rolled her eyes but kept smiling. The full room burst out laughing.

Taissa laughed, greeting her with a hug. "I heard from you, nice to finally meet you. Wonderful words I promise." She reassured, intertwining her arm with Van's. "This one gossip about everything, just a warning." Van gasped offended, dramatically putting a hand on their chest. Taissa just rolled her eyes.

When Y/N greeted the rest of the group, introducing Akhila and Crystal too, they all gathered at the big table, letting out Lottie who remained on the couch. Jackie grabbed Y/N's hand and walked with her towards another room, a kitchen. Of course they have a kitchen too, she thought.

"Before I start, I wanted to ask you something..." She nervously said, playing with her fingers. She cleared her throat when Y/N nodded. "Can you go on a date with me?" She really feels nervous, Y/N could see not only through her actions, from her constant biting on her lip and her breath.

"I love to." Y/N decides to not tease her this time. "First time asking it?" She asks softly, playing with Jackie's ring, it seems that it relaxed her a little.

"I never had a girlfriend..." She admitted. "When I accepted who I am, I only slept with women. There are two times where I felt a little more, but I ran away." She explains, calmly. "The last one told me that she hoped the day I fell in love, they don't run away." Y/N could see that for much Jackie tried to hide how scared she felt, her doe eyes betrayed her.

She closed the distance and placed her lips on hers in a brief touch but enough to let her know that she is on the same page as her. "I never have a girlfriend either..." She confesses.

"I don't mind discovering this side if you are by my side." Jackie brushed her nose with hers, placing now her hand on her hips.

Y/N chuckles. "That's cheesy."

"Shut up." Jackie whispered, rolling her eyes.

A bang on the door alerted them. "Jackie stop sucking her face and come out!" Natalie yells on the other side.

"I'm going to kill her." Jackie muttered, Y/N only laughed. They come out, Jackie going to sit in her usual seat while Y/N sat down next to Lottie.

Y/N watches them all with a big smile on her face. Widening when she saw Jackie so relaxed and doing what she likes, laughing and carefree. Because Jackie is the reflection of her friends, and without them, this podcast never existed.

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yanderepuck · 5 months

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"Of course I know how to measure!"

"Then, dear... What are you using that spoon for?"

"You need a teaspoon of-"

"Tablespoon?" Will looks at the recipe book in front of him. "What is a tablespoon? It is saying five grams."

You pout at him. You don't know grams. You don't weigh measurements. You've always used cups, and teaspoons and tablespoons. How are you supposed to know what five grams of baking powder is?

"Let me see that!" You squeeze yourself between him and the counter to look at the book. His arms wrap around your waist as you look at ingredients.

You keep pouting. This is always how you made them back home. You know the recipe by heart. You don't need a book.

You close it. "I don't need that! Me and my grandma used to make cookies all the time. I know this by heart," you step away and continue to mix the ingredients together.

Will leans against the counter watching you. His hair is pulled back from trying to help you. "Your face will get stuck with that dearie," he pokes your cheek trying to get you to smile.

"Wiiiiiiill," you whine. Your hair is pulled back but is a mess.

"I only want to help you," he puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you. "Tell me. Why do you wish to make these cookies so bad?"

"I made them every holiday with my family and I want to make them for you," you look up at him with puppy dog eyes. "But you have to be so precise with ingredients when baking and I grew up using measuring spoons and you don't have the ones I need."

"I am sure they will turn out perfect," he kisses you again and holds your hands. "Please, take a break."

"I will once they are in the oven," you kiss him back. "Now out of my way! I have things I need to do."

Will laughs and steps to the side.

"Keep Puck out of the kitchen. He keeps trying to attack my feet."

You look over to the table, where Puck is hiding under.

"Cometh here," Will goes over and scoops him up. "We leave her alone," he gives Pucks nose a little kiss and leaves the kitchen with him.

You continue to make the cookies. Making a few different kinds so that Will can try them. You never asked him what kind of holiday cookies he's ever had, but you imagine it's not many.

You make sugar, peanut butter, gingerbread, thumb prints, lemon drop. Anything you think he would like, plus you're giving some to the mansion. You even tried to make lady locks, which isn't easy without the right tools.

Some time goes by and Will still hasn't seen you exit the kitchen. "Stay," he looks at Puck and he gets up. "Love? Why don't you rest now. It has been-" he stops once he smells the cookies. "That smell is amazing."

You are putting the cookies on a tray. You were just about to bring him a few. You quickly wipe your hands on your very dirty clothes and bring a plate over to him.

"I finished!"

His mismatched eyes look down at the plate. He's seen maybe two of those cookies before. You see the confusion and point at each one, telling him the names.

He still seems confused, tilting his head slightly.

"Go on. Try one!" You are very excited to see his reaction. He picks up the one you called a thumb print and bites into it. Crumbs fall from it and he quickly puts his other hand under the cookie to stop from making a mess.

"Oh my. That's delicious," he smiles and eats the other bite of his cookie.

You smile, feeling so proud of yourself. Considering he only eats at fancy restaurants, hearing his compliments make you bubbly inside.

"I still need to ice the sugar cookies. Would you like to help?"

"Ice them?" He's confused.

"Yeah, like putting icing on them."

"Oh! Yes I'll help you," he smiles.

You put the plate down and bring the cookies and icing to the table to sit down and ice them with him. Will sits down and watches you decorate one before starting on his own.

You both talk and laugh as you get them all decorated .

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purecantarella · 2 years

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It's All in the Eyes

day 5 and i am beginning to get tired HAHAHAH i will try to ride this out a little further though!! i hope you all enjoy!! park jihyo x producer!reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

You'd been working in JYP Entertainment for a couple months, tirelessly taking each project thrown at you with great commitment. So when TWICE's latest comeback was in production, it was no question why you were given the opportunity to work with the girls.

And you remember quite well how you met the girls. One girl in particular.

You sat in the recording studio, patiently waiting for the girls and listening to the sample of the song they were to begin recording. You bopped your head enthusiastically to the beat of the song. You arrange things in your head.

"You look preoccupied..." A smooth and powerful voice calls from behind you. You're shocked but immediately turn to face the beautiful vocalist from TWICE, smiling at you so brightly before bowing low and greeting you, "Good morning! You must be the new producer. I've seen you around, heard your stuff..." She trails off, with an almost proud-looking smile

"You're good."

A chuckle breaks from your lips before you smile up at her, "It's nice to meet you officially, miss Park." She giggles and walks up to the producer's station. She unplugs the headphones, her chest exposing itself to you. You look away, feeling your head spin. The group's song plays over the speakers, and pulls you out of your trance.

"It's a great song..." Jihyo mutters, her gaze falling from the screen down to your flushed face. Her voice now lowering, "Don't you think?"

You nod helplessly as she flashed you a bright smile, but her eyes told you something completely different. You swallow thickly before a huddle of girls coming right outside the door. Jihyo stands upright before placing a soft hand on your shoulder, "Call me Jihyo by the way. None of that miss Park stuff."

The smile on your face grows before you nod and pull away. The rest of the girls pile into the room, introducing themselves. All intriguing and interesting in their own way.

But Jihyo just caught your eye, and you could feel hers on you the entire session.

Three months of rigorous preparation built up to the release and you worked harder than you ever have while being at the company. Only a handful of the girls were with you in the recording studio, namely Jihyo, Mina, and Momo.

Momo was in the booth and you cheer with glee as she hits the perfect low notes. You grin with glee as she pulls off the headphones nervously, "You were amazing. Your fans are gonna love that." You call out, getting a relieved smile from the dancer as she walks out of the booth.

"Y/n, would you mind if I went downstairs to eat? Dance practice has me all—" You wave her off and nod. "You three get some rest. I'll settle things with the recording."

Two girls bid their farewells and you hear a door open and close. You stretch your back out as you stare at the screen, Jihyo's voice blasting in your ears. You can't help but smile thinking about her, with the time you two spent together. That girl could make your heart start up and stop all at the same time.

But something in the recording bugs you. Her breathe. It was barely there but you couldn't shake the sound out of your head, you replay the recording before leaning back in your chair, thinking of whether or not to bring it up.

"Something wrong there or did you just want to hear my voice, Y/n?" You jump in your chair but immediately smile up at the most beautiful eyes you'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. You laugh and pull the headset off your ears. "Let's just say it's the former."

Jihyo laughs as you pull up a seat for the vocalist. She giggles and thanks you softly before looking at the screen with the raw vocals on it. You look over at her, gaze intense and a fluttering in your stomach. "You sounded amazing..." You pause to nudge her, "Like always."

She smiles looking down at her hands, "You know I can tell when you're flattering me, Y/n. You get all melty looking." You roll your eyes and chuckle softly. "Lucky you that you're far too cute to not take a compliment from."

You both fall silent, "So why did you wanted to relisten to the recording." Your smile dims a little before you lean back into the chair. Jihyo faces you to look at you better but you flush and wave her off, facing the screen again. "It's...It's nothing. You were perfect."

"There has to be something I can do better..." Jihyo's voice husked, and you knew what that meant. You two often stayed behind, she wanted to hone her skill while spending time with you and you loved seeing a side that no one else did to her. "Well...If I were to really nit-pick...you're breathing could use some work. I can hear it over the recording but again it's only—"

You breath trembles as her plump lips press against your ear and you feel her supple chest push up against your shoulder, "...Help me then, Y/n..." You turn to face her, Jihyo's soft motherly features turn dark and hungry. A heat pools in your stomach and your skin feels hot, all at once Jihyo is all you can focus on.

You inch closer, pulling the headset from your neck, your nose touching the gorgeous woman's before you. Her eyes shoot from yours to your lips. Unable to hide the excited grin on your face, "Is this what you want, Jihyo?"

"You know exactly what I want." She whispers, but never moves. You know exactly what she wants, and she'd been waiting for months. Finally, you move forward, her plush, warm lips against yours. Her hand is on your jaw while yours take her waist possessively in her grasp. As you do, a soft groan rumbles in her chest.

You pull away far too soon for Jihyo's liking. She chases your lips as you lean back, a shy smile on your lips before the vocalist looks at you, lust still dripping from those big orbs.

"Jesus, come here." You drag her up from her chair, guiding her to the leather couch behind you both. She eagerly brings your lips together again and moans with delight as you straddle her hips. She has one hand on your shoulder, the other squeezing her hefty chest. "We don't have much time, the girls will be back before we know it." You mutter against her lips.

Jihyo smirks up at you, "I know those girls, they'll be gone long enough to teach me a lesson on my breathing..." You shudder at the husky tone of her voice before nodding helplessly. She leans up to catch your lips again, the hand on your shoulder dances its way down to your hand.

You look at your hands before pulling away slowly, watching it go from the back of the couch to the base of her neck. The heat in between your legs is almost unbearable as she moans when you clench your hand around her neck.

"Touch me, Y/n..." She challenges, "Make me sing."

Your quick with your other hand to slip past her pants and panties, gasping softly as you feel the pool of want that accumulated there. Your fingers stimulate her damp bud as you kiss her cheek. Making sure to always be staring at her, gaze never breaking from one another. Jihyo's beautiful mouth forms an 'o' as your fingers speed up.

"Y/n...Oh my..." She trails off as your hand tenses around her neck. You watch as veins begin to pop from under the pale skin. Your ring finger teases her center making her cry out louder. From her neck, you move your hand to cover her mouth. "As fucking amazing as that sounded...we can't get caught."

Jihyo merely stares at you, moans and whines muffling as you continued to push your finger deeper into her, faster and harder every second that passes. The singer's voice is hoarse, something you may regret later, but it is glorious.

"That's it Jihyo, breathe." She wriggles against your hand and she pulls your hand from her mouth and in it's place she tugs you down to her lips. The kiss is sloppy, tongues brushing and teeth colliding into things they shouldn't but not a single thing had ever been hotter to either of you.

You were both desperate for one another.

She pulls away and her mouth is on your cheek, "Ooooohhh. Y/n please, faster. I'm so fucking close." Jihyo cries, you hush her and whisper. "I don't want to hear a peep, Jihyo. Not a breathe, you understand?"

The singer nods desperately and ruts her self into your spent hand. You're on the brink of cramping but you couldn't care less. Your hand returns to her neck, and your holding her so tightly that you're sure that there would be a few marks that would frustrate make-up artists the next day.

She makes out with grit teeth a soft choking noise before you feel her core tense up, a creamy feeling surrounding your fingers. She pulls away and throws her head back in a silent scream.

You watch in absolute awe as her eyes roll to the back of her head while her, now-sweaty, hair clings to her neck and some of your hand. Slowly, she begins to settle onto the back of the couch, panting. You release her neck and kiss the soft, red skin to ease any discomfort.

"You were amazing, Jihyo. So sexy, so pretty for me." You whisper as you continued to pepper kisses over her neck, jaw and cheeks.

Jihyo is laughs softly while trying to catch her breath, pants ruined, but content as she stares up at you. Her hand meets your cheek before she pulls you down to meet her lips again. "Better than I thought it would be...Can't wait for next time." You laugh and peck her lips again, nodding.

A voice from outside makes you two stare at it in shock and horror, "Can we come in now or is that second round gonna be now?"

"Momo!" Mina calls out before you fall into Jihyo's neck with a heavy blush on your cheeks, as she does the same with you.

i love jihyo's eyes and i think that they're so expressive and i think that would carry on in bed tbh HAHAHAH in full honesty, if i were given permission to hook up with any member of twice, it would be with park jihyo, mostly bc i think she's gorgeous and it would be more than sex for her, but she isn't necessarily my bias ... anyway i hope you all enjoyed that!! not as explicit as i wanted but im running out of steam here :"") i love you all vv much and i will see you all again tomorrow!! - r

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breaking deals || charles leclerc 16 (part 1)

type: two shot (part 1) - click here to read part 2 pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.3k summary: being friends with benefits with a driver on another team has its ups and downs... requested: yes! “can you please write a fic where y/n is a driver, she's friends with benefits with charles, but when he confess his love she leaves. later on, she decides to give them a chance and the end is super fluff? please show her being super cute with him and breaking the news about their relationship on the paddock!” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: swearing (just a little), (mentions of) flirting, brief mentions of s*x, heartbreak (don't worry! part two will have the happy ending!) notes: I am baaaaack! I was dealing with another writersblock, but I'm back again. I've also decided to do two parts of this story, because this ending was just in my head like a movie and I HAD to do it. Hopefully part 2 will be up somewhere this or next week!

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Rule number one when you decide to be friends with benefits with someone: no feelings. Number two, nobody could find out. The main reason for the second rule was the fact the both of you were drivers, Formula One drivers. Him at Ferrari, you at Alpha Tauri.

You had camera’s following your every step, being the first woman in this modern era to have a seat at one of the teams in the Formula One world. You worked your ass off, and people knew. You made sure people knew, because you were proud of your achievements.

He, however, was also a big thing in the media, especially after his wins, but now because of the lack of wins. Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari, a championship contender in these first few races, a second place or third place contender later on.

The moment he saw your face on his phone, his Instagram feed filled with pictures of you, he was speechless. Two things crossed his mind. The first being the breath that he missed, because you were, according to the Monegasque, breath takingly beautiful. The second thing was shock, not thinking a female would be in Formula One this soon.

‘BREAKING: Y/n Y/l/n to race for Alpha Tauri in 2022’

He was happy, because this would mean things would get spicy, exciting and different in and around the paddock, on and off the track. He couldn’t wait till those Barcelona testing days, the days he would see you in person, the days he would introduce himself, and make friends, because who didn’t want to befriend the only female driver in Formula One.

The day you arrived at the track, peoples faces turned around instantly. Pierre was talking to Charles and Carlos, talking about their winter break, and of course your name entered the conversation pretty fast.

‘’Yeah, she’s amazing, and freaking fast!’’ Pierre exclaimed, explaining how the two of you met to the Ferrari drivers. ‘’I’m curious to see how she performs between the guys.’’ He then adds, his head turning around once your voice joined their conversation.

‘’I’ll beat all of you in the first laps.’’ You joked, hand resting on the Frenchman’s shoulder, your hair moving with the wind, the sun doing your tan good justice. ‘’y/n!’’ Pierre smiled, turning around to wrap his arms around you, hugging you as your arms found their way around his shoulders. ‘’Hey Pedro.’’ You replied, receiving chuckles from both Ferrari drivers.

‘’Hey, I’m y/n.’’

Those few days in Barcelona were an experience, one of the best you’ve had so far. The speed of the cars, the track, the different weather updates, mid practice changes, pitstops, all things you had at W-series as well, but 10 times faster here. You loved it, the adrenaline it gave you, all the interviewers wanting to talk to you, the thousand of followers you gained, it made you confident.

The final day of practice, you were packing your suitcase in your hotel room, music blasting through your air pods as you danced along the music. You didn’t hear the knocks on the hotel room door, or the voice that was calling your name. Once you finished packing you decided it was a good idea to go downstairs to grab some breakfast, seeing the fact you had an early practice session today. Pierre had the afternoon session.

However, the moment you opened your door, you let out a soft scream, eyes widening a little as your hand rose to your ears to take out your air pods. Once you took them out, your other hand went to your chest, deep breaths trying to calm you down as you watch the Ferrari driver laugh in front of you.

‘’Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.’’ He chuckled, his hand resting on your upper arm. You slowly looked up into his eyes, a kind smile on your face as you shook your head. ‘’No, it’s fine, I just didn’t expect someone to be in front of my door at… 7 am.’’ You smiled, fixing your hair.

Truth be told, you found him attractive, who didn’t find Charles Leclerc attractive? Exactly. Being the only female driver meant you for sure got a lot of male attention, which you didn’t mind. But it also meant getting quite some attention from this man in front of you, something you didn’t seem to mind at all.

‘’Yeah, I eh, was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast together, you have the morning session too right?’’ He smiled at you, his tongue sliding over his lips which made your heart beat a little faster.

‘’I do, are you stalking me already Leclerc?’’ You teased, closing the door behind you as you walked towards the stairs, turning your head to watch the guy dressed in full black chuckle, before he made his way towards you.

‘’Nah, I’m just well aware of who I’m on track with every session.’’ He replied, a smirk on his lips as he watched you walk down the stairs. He couldn’t lie, there was a massive attraction to you from his side, and somehow Charles hoped it didn’t stay at just friends.

And it didn’t. Ever since that moment in Barcelona, the two of you flirted, not wanting to be in trouble, so you decided to do it secretly, making sure nobody knew about the activities the two of you were up to. The both of you knew it couldn’t be a relationship, seeing the fact you were both drivers, for different teams.

However, you mutually agreed it wouldn’t get that far. It was simply flirty, joking, teasing each other. Innocent, at first.

But everything changed after you were back at the track where it all started. Barcelona, the Spanish GP. Charles was frustrated after the race, in which he suffered a loss of power, after leading with a 13 second advantage. You knew he was frustrated, so you decided to see him in the hotel later that evening, hoping everybody would already be asleep.

You gently lifted your hand to knock on his door, a sigh escaping your lips when you saw the Monegasque open the door. ‘’Hey.’’ ‘’hey..’’

You entered, feet moving to the couch almost instantly as you sat down, eyes meeting his as he leaned against the door. ‘’Shit race.’’ You replied, a weak smile on your lips. ‘’You could say that.’’ He mumbled, hands in the pockets of his joggers as he walked towards you, taking a seat on your left.

‘’Power issues?’’ You asked, and he simply nodded, his gaze being at the floor, tongue moving over his lips again. Fuck. You swallowed thickly, looking down at the floor as well, until his hand grabbed yours. Your eyes shot up, looking directly into his as he leaned in to tuck some hair behind your ear.

‘’This is making it a little better though.’’ He whispered, your faces being inches apart, his warm breath hitting your nose which made you shiver, in a good way. ‘’Me being here, or everybody else being asleep?’’ You replied, eyes closing as he leaned down, his lips brushing your neck slightly. ‘’Both.’’

That was the start of something, a ritual, a deal. A deal the both of you had to stick to, desperately.

That day in Barcelona was the start of more bad luck on Charles’ side. More DNF’s, less podiums, less wins. Sure, there was a part of you that felt bad for him, because he didn’t deserve this, he worked his ass off every time, and got stabbed in the back by either the strategists, or the car itself.

‘’I fucking can’t believe this!’’ Charles walked inside your hotel room, almost instantly, as soon as you opened the door for him. Hungary 2022, a frustration for the Ferrari driver.

‘’Charles.’’ You followed him, grabbing his hands as you notice his temper, his anger, not towards you, but himself and his team.

‘’Why the fuck did they put me on the hard compound? Just, why? They saw how bad it was performing with the other teams, did your team put you on the hards?’’ He asked, looking at how you shook your head. ‘’No, of course not, of course they didn’t because they have actual brains, unlike the guys on my team, fucking hell.’’

You frowned, leaning up to press your lips against his, pulling him down by his neck. Sure, his strategists didn’t do the best job, and you understood his frustration, but there were two stories here. ‘’They are trying their best.’’ You sighed against his lips, feeling his grip tighten on your ass.

‘’They should try harder.’’ He groaned, walking back till you were feeling the wall against your back. His hand slowly grabbed your leg, lifting it up so he could press his body against yours, your leg wrapping around his waist.

‘’And so should you.’’ You sighed, which made him stop his movements, lips separating as he took a step back, looking at you. ‘’I am.’’

‘’I know, Charles, I know.’’ You sighed, smiling weakly. ‘’But there are two parts of the strategic decisions during a race.’’ You explained. ‘’Open your mouth, tell them, talk to them.’’ You said, squeezing his hands. ‘’You’re the driver, you know what feels good, tell them, make the decisions too.’’ You nodded, cupping his cheeks with your hands, forcing him to look at you.

‘’Helping the competition now huh?’’ He asked, a playful smirk on his face. He knew you were right, and that’s what made you special to him. Instead of agreeing with him, telling him he was right and that he tried everything he could, you told him what he didn’t do right. You weren’t just going to say yes to everything he said, but you were also able to get into a discussion with him, tell him the facts, how things were actually going. And he appreciated that, he loved that.

‘’Just giving some tips to a friend.’’ You said before closing the space between the two of you again, because that’s what you were, friends. Simply friends, that’s it. And he hated that, because secretly, he wanted to be more than just that, than just friends.

He wanted to tell you, so bad, but he knew it would mean he broke your deal, the deal you made back in Barcelona, rule number one.

‘’What’s the matter with you?’’ You asked the driver, the guy that was laying next to you in bed, refusing to leave after the passionate sex the two of you just had. Charles was cuddly, not like he usually was, he didn’t leave immediately after, but he stayed, and somehow you liked that.

‘’Nothing.’’ He replied. ‘’Are you sure?’’ You frowned, turning to your side, hand resting under your chin as you put your hair over one shoulder, eyes narrowing to meet his. ‘’There’s something.’’ You murmured, poking his cheek with your finger, watching as he took a deep breath, tongue sliding over his lips like he usually did.

‘’You don’t want to know.’’ He sighed, not wanting to look you in the eyes. Your frown got deeper as you turned in the bed, sitting up straight, the covers up to your chest as you turned to him fully. ‘’Actually, I do.’’ You said, watching the Monegasque take the same position as you, face turning around to face you. His hand moved up to cup your cheek, both your eyes closing as your lips connected once more, but this kiss was different, and you both knew.

‘’Charles…’’ You sighed against his lips, receiving a groan back, his hands pulling you even closer, because he needed you close, and not just as a friend.

‘’Charles, we can’t.’’ You said, pulling away from the loving kiss you just shared. Charles looked at you, his hand slowly reaching for yours, but you pulled yours away. ‘’No.’’ You said, a frown on your forehead.

‘’But, I like you, fuck, I love you, y/n.’’ He said, which made you close your eyes. ‘’No you don’t.’’ You simply replied, your voice almost being a whisper. ‘’I do.’’ He responded, trying to reach for your hand again, but you got out of the bed and threw him his clothes after putting on one of your shirts and panties.

‘’You should go.’’ You said, swallowing thickly. It was the end of the season, but you were still known as drivers, from different teams. ‘’y/n…’’

‘’Go, Charles, now.’’ You said, looking up into his eyes, fighting the tears in your own eyes, arms wrapped around your body. He knew he fucked up, big time, so he was quick in putting on his clothes, as well as his shoes and he stormed off, opening the door and walking out of your hotel room.

He crossed your friend, the one you were here with for the final race of the season, but Charles was so in his own mind space, he simply walked past the girl, and stormed off. Lola walked towards you, since Charles left your room door wide open, and watched the guy walk down the stairs.

‘’Who was that?’’ She asked, turning her head to look into your direction. You sighed, your eyes never leaving the back of the guy that slowly found its way into your heart. ‘’A friend.’’ You mumbled, Lola walking past you to go inside the hotel room, placing the boxes of pizza on the table.

‘’A friend I fell in love with…’’ You whispered, grabbing the handle of the door and closing it behind you, eyes scanning the room, ending on the bed you just shared with that friend.

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danyvhell-writes · 11 months

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Hi hi hi !! Idk if ur TS headcanons asks are still open (I am, so so sorry if not) but if they are I was wondering if you could do some Pirate Ais Au? >:3 I saw that idea in one of ur other posts and i think the idea is just MUAH MUAH

It could just be general Ais headcanons or X Mc :0 anything with him just being a pirate because bro I just love pirates so much 😭 they are SO COOL and Ais as a pirate captain is just ??? Even better ???

Anyway, I hope you have the best rlly good day 🫶

Pirate Ais AU 🏴‍☠️ Touchstarved

GN reader - no warnings | Yes my asks are still open !!! So happy you liked my idea :') OMG OMG OMG WHERE DO I EVEN START ?!!!!? The brainrot is real and fueling eachother with ideas like that is making it even better (or worse u choose uefgzifguz). As a kid who was obsessed with pirates and a current One Piece fan, your ask is exactly what I needed, thank you so much ♥ This AU is more joyful than what's seen of his canon life so yeah, hope you'll like it ! Okay, ready to sail ? Let's go !

• First : the ✨fashion✨. Ais could be at sea for weeks but would still make sure to look good, real good. I mean look at him ! He even has a pretty hat he wears on special occasions ✧.

• In this AU, Ais has his crew but is still affiliated to Ocudeus. Instead of being the spirit of the Seaspring, Ocudeus is literally the incarnation of the sea depths, a whole big Kraken ! Its energy, force and magic are linked to the abyss.

↑ Ais powers manifest differently here. Instead of seeing through the eyes of others, Ocudeus gave him some sort of marine omniscience. He can use the kraken's senses to a certain limit, a real advantage for navigation. Bro can literally listen through the sea itself if he wills enough :') He must have seen a lot...

• Ocudeus isn't the only spirit of his kind but is genuinely intrigued by mortals. It's not his first time forming a pact with 'lower beings' but Ais is actually one of his favourite holders/vessels so far lmaoezoihf. He kinda cares about the pirate, who's the closest thing he has to a friend.

• His ship is his second home, he takes absolute care of it. If his whole crew has to stay up all night to tidy & wash everything from top to bottom, they will ! And of course, the ship has a japanese name ! Ais named it "Hayai" [速] cause she's the fastest boat you'll ever see (his words not mine). First time you hear him talk about her you're like "...Wait who's Hayai ?" "This big girl over here >:)" and he shows you his amazing ship with a proud smile, which you really weren't expecting !

• Loves, loves, loves to travel ! Any new destination in his adventures is a reason to explore more, search for information and mysteries. He's just so curious about everything :')

• He picks up expressions, phrases and languages from his previous trips ! If he can remember as much as possible, he'll note everything in his log.

→ After every daily island/town tour, he makes sure to write a little about what happened so far. How much they traveled, how much they visited, how much they learned from passengers and citizens.

• Ais originally comes from a village on a small island, lots of yokais live in there as a community.

• He moves a lot but always comes back to his hometown when he can ! He's someone who gets attached and I just know he'd never abandon his little village.

• As a captain, his main role is to make sure everyone's fine. He checks up on his mates whenever he feels something might be wrong. He's got a sort of sixth sense for that... wonder how he got it hm 👀

→ Being the big softie he is, he actually really likes sleeping in the same room as his whole crew instead of his own cabin, he knows they're safe with him so he feels way less stressed. (Would 100% read bedtime stories to the youngest members.)

• His goal isn't even to find treasures or anything, he simply enjoys the freedom of being a pirate, the message behind it and especially the sailor fights !

• Knows how to sword fight and is pretty talented at it ! If you want to learn one or two tricks, he'll teach you >:)

• That man already had the smell of blood, smoke and metal well... in this AU it's even worse ! His smell is so distinctive and strong, anyone could recognize it from miles away.

• Our boy enjoys a good drink, we know that. Almost every night all his gang gather around and share some booze together in a comforting atmosphere, around a small fire. They enjoy the night together while chatting, playing games and much more !

→ Of course they also share tea in daytime when they're not busy navigating or whatsoever.

• Could also fit in general hcs but, his tattoos move or/and glow at specific moments. Sometimes it's like he's bioluminescent, when he goes in water at night, completely in the dark, his skin starts to glow under the moonlight. First time it happened he was so confused zegbkzuhf.

• After his pact with Ocudeus, he started to feel even more at peace when closer to the ocean. If he stays away from shores or marine areas for too long, little oni starts feeling homesick.

• He really appreciates collecting small objects from his travels. His room is full of souvenirs, strange artefacts found in the sand, small treasures, sea shells, cards from around the lands, old books in foreign languages, cultural jewelries offered by locals etc...

• Never really sets up a specific destination, except if he needs to. He loves the adrenaline of finding new places by complete hazard.

• Ais being a pirate who doesn't like seafood, the most accessible food at seas, is well... ironic.

• The sound of seagull chants and waves soothes him. He usually falls asleep on the deck, sunshine on his skin with the sea rocking him gently.

• First time you come to see him, it's one of his crewmate that tells you about him but you don't even know he's a captain ! You see him for the first time and you're just "Helloooo sailor ! How can I join your pirate gang handsome?"🥴

• Every single member is attractive. That's it. It's not the biggest crew really (around 20 people) but the diversity is here. Young ones, old ones, skinny ones, fat ones, pale skin, dark skin, humans, monsters, all the types really. And yes, some tried to woo you (how could they not, MC is 10/10).

• Kids on the ship view you as the cool unty (is that the gn term ?). Ais thinks it's cute except when you start spending more time with them when he originally invited you over…

• And yes, Princess & all his other soulless are here !!! Now they're more some sorta semi marine creatures. They really like to swim and it's the cutest thing :') Like, Ais and his pets swimming in the sea while some are playing in the sand ??? Too cute for me I-

• Talking about our favourite girl, she's the mascot of the crew ! Everyone is so in love with her, she's everyone's precious lil baby (even tho she can and will bite). They'll sometimes try to dress her up to fit their aesthetic and surprisingly she doesn't seem to mind. Also, the sounds she makes are…a mystery !

• Okay but just picture it : Ais hair flowing into the wind while he's watching the horizon, hues of the sea reflecting on his skin looking so peaceful.

• Thinking about his jolly roger, it would be a oni skull surrounded by red eyes with two teal sabers behind (I did a lil sketch hehe) :

• His favourite thing to find are old maps ! Especially if they lead to ancient locations with unchanged names. He has a lot of them and it also might be why he gets into a lot of fights (maps are a treasure themselves so of course people are gonna take risks).

• Even if he's young, he has a big reputation among other pirates. Rule number one : Don't mess with him or his crew. Number two : If you want information there's always a price to pay ! He's nice and generous but hey you know : don't except mercy.

→ Known for his loyalty tho ! If you show that you're worthy of his trust, he'll be your best ally for the rest of your life. He's intimidating but full of qualities.

#touchstarved game #ais #touchstarved ais #touchstarved #ais headcanons #ais x reader #kinda #gn reader #red spring studios #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #pirate ais au #touchstarved au #answered asks #alternate universe #my aus

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bonesandthebees · 3 months

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hello Bee!

I’m not sending asks and comments often, but I read almost all of your works and just wanted to say that I, as many others, will keep reading them no matter what characters you will write because you are incredible author and your works are so much much much more than fandom they are based on <3

I’ve read some of your recent answers to asks and whether you will continue writing Wilbur’s character or not I wanted to say that for me, (and I am sure for many others) it will not be weird or smth to read those works because your depiction of character is always so much more than original roleplay. You add a lot of new layers to the character and make him kind of original one, and that’s the thing I love a lot about your works. I can change all the names in my mind, and I will be still interested in reading because it’s not work of cc!Wilbur, it’s work of Bonesandthebees and her amazing ideas. And, keeping in mind that as far as I see you really love your ongoing works and character dynamics, it will suck to throw them away just because one man turned to be shitty person, right? cc!Wilbur kind of just don’t deserve to be the one ruin such a beautiful thing. Regarding to this situation, I also remembered the J. K. Rowling case. (I hope you don’t mind those parallels because I feel like this can be helpful) Rowling is very questionable person and was canceled a lot, but the Harry Potter world keeps living and fans keep creating their works not because they support Rowling, but because they love the characters and want to create. Because it’s about the emotions of fans and their desire to create and share their art and not about her. And your works are too about your art, not CCs.

Anyway, I don’t want to pressure you into continuing and I just wanted to give you another point of view. Once again it’s a question of what’s comfortable to you and I will be happy to be able to read your works no matter what.

stay safe ❤️❤️

this means a lot thank you. I'm very glad it won't be weird reading my past works with him in it because yeah, let's be real at this point I've done a lot of the legwork with fleshing out his character in my stories. though I will say I did always take care to keep my characterization as accurate as possible, but either way I don't want this to take my work away from me. I'm proud of everything I've created since joining this fandom and I'm not letting it be ruined because of this.

I will say, I wouldn't exactly compare this situation to JKR and harry potter for many reasons that I really don't feel like getting into (JKR's influence in transphobic politics being a major point) but I get the gist of what you're going for.

it's about what we as a community have built. it's about the love and passion we have for these characters. it's about our shared creativity that's flourished over the years. we don't have to lose that just because the guy turned out to be shitty. we're so far past him at this point.

regarding the future of my own ongoing wips, as I've said I'm just taking time to think it over and see where my own comfort level is. but it's reassuring to hear so many of you are going to be supporting me no matter what.

#ask #killin-kel #wilbur situation

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cowgurrrl · 11 months

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Ok maybe I love angst???? I know you wrote readers perspective during break up but what about Joel’s perspective seeing pap pics or posts from crew, knowing Sarah and Ellie still chat with reader?

Sick and FUCKING TWISSSTTTEEEDDDD

but yes 😈

Night Shift

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: “Some days, I want to spit me out, the whole mess of me, but mostly I am good

and quiet.” - Camille Rankine, “Emergency Management” [1.3k]

Warnings: angst, Joel being the best dad, I think that’s it??

The first thing he said to the girls when he told them about the breakup was, "But if you still want to have a relationship with her, that's totally up to you. I know you guys both really liked her." And it was true. After years of being more or less a single dad, he wasn't about to pry the first woman he'd introduced to them from their hands. He reasoned that they were old enough to make their own decisions regarding their relationships. Who was he to take that away? He just wasn't expecting it to hurt as much as it did.

When Sarah got into UCLA, he took the girls to a fancy dinner downtown. He's always been one to shower his daughters in love and adoration, especially when one of them hits a huge milestone and especially now that he has the resources to do so. The night was filled with laughter, wistful ideas about the future, and a few tears on Joel's part. He put his own schooling on hold to raise Sarah, and now, to see her accomplish something he never did, it's warranted for him to be a little emotional.

Those emotions are still fresh when he wakes up to Sarah sitting at the kitchen table, a beautiful flower vase on the counter. He walks over to where she's sitting and kisses her head before asking who the flowers are from. He expects them to be from his parents or even Tommy and Maria to celebrate the good news, but when Sarah says your name, everything in him freezes.

"I texted her when I found out because she helped me with applications and stuff. I didn't know she was gonna send anything." She says sheepishly, but Joel composes himself and shakes his head.

"That's perfectly fine, baby. It was nice of her to send you something pretty." He recovers, and she smiles as she walks over to the vase and plucks a note between the petals.

"She sent a nice note, too. D'you wanna read it?" She asks. He rocks back on his heels, glancing between the flowers and the soft smile on his daughter's face. She wouldn't offer if she didn't want him to read it. He nods weakly, and she hands him the tiny notecard, rereading it over his shoulder.

For SBM,

Congratulations on getting into UCLA! I'm proud of you every day but especially today. You're going to do amazing things, kid, and I can't wait to see what they are.

Love you

Then, under the heartfelt note are your initials. Joel stares at them like it's enough to fix the past and bring you back to California. Sarah notices and wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. He takes a deep breath and kisses her temple.

"That was very nice, honey. D'you text her to say thank you?"

"Yeah, but she's ahead by a few hours, so she probably won't see it for a while," she mumbles. "Have you talked to her since she left?" He thinks about lying to soften the blow for her as all good parents do, but she'd see right through that.

"Don't think she'd wanna hear from me."

"That's not true."

"She's workin'. I'm pretty sure the last thing she wants right now is to hear from her ex."

"How do you know?" She challenges, and he gives her a look.

"What?"

"How do you know the last thing she wants is to hear from you? What if she's waiting for you to make the first move?"

"Sarah." He says, shaking his head.

"I'm just saying you never know until you try! You, obviously, cared about each other. That doesn't just go away overnight." She says, throwing her arms up in defeat.

"It's not that simple."

"Because you still love her."

"Because I fucked up," he says. He makes it a point not to curse in front of the girls very often, but they can always tell when he's upset because it slips out. Old habits die hard, right? Sarah stands there, staring at her dad, as he thinks. "I hurt her, and when you hurt someone, you don't get to decide when things are okay again. I hurt her, and she did what she had to, and I have to respect that."

"You could tell her Angela disappeared again. Maybe that'd make it better?" She suggests, and Joel's heart breaks all over again. Sarah put a lot of faith in Angela this time. They all did. He thought she had turned a corner, and she had, but that didn't mean she was ready to step up for his daughter. She said as much in her letter. I'm sorry. I can't do this. I'll only hurt Sarah. Tell her I love her, but I can't be the mother she needs. I don't know that I ever will be. Just like that, he was left to pick up the pieces again.

He reaches for her and pulls her into a tight hug. She rests her head on his chest, and he rubs her back. They stay like that for a long time, tears falling from both. He tells her it's not her fault. Angela is sick, and she has been for a long time. It's not an excuse, but it's a reason. He tells her he wishes she could be better for her, that she deserves a mother whose presence doesn't bring pain. He tells her he loves her and he's always here for her. He wishes so deeply that he could take this pain away from her and erase any bad memories of her mother. In a perfect world, maybe they could co-parent or, at least, see each other at family events every couple of years. But this is not a perfect world, and they both know it. So, like always, Joel holds his baby girl and tries to make things okay for her.

"I love you, Dad," Sarah whispers after a long silence. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For always trying." She says. The words rattle in Joel's skull, and he immediately tears up again. He clears his throat and kisses her head again to hide the tears.

"I love you, kiddo. With everything I am." He says. When she looks up at him, he wipes his tears and claps his hands together.

"Alright, no more bein' sad. What does the college girl want for breakfast?" He asks, opening the pantry to search for something to make. He smiles as he reaches up on the top shelf and pulls down a box. "Pancakes?" Sarah's face doesn't change, and he raises his eyebrows at her. "C'mon, when you were a little girl, these were all you wanted to eat. Used to ask for 'em for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Pretty sure Abuela Lucy thought I didn't know how to make anythin' else." He teases, floating the box in front of her face mischievously. "You know you want 'em. I can see it in your eyes."

"Alright, fine, but we're coming back to your love life later." She finally smiles.

"Whatever you want, pumpkin."

Ellie wakes up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of their laughter, completely in the dark about their earlier conversation. With his girls, Joel makes pancakes and listens to them bicker and make plans for the day. Maybe, in another universe, you'd be there with him, enjoying the sunshine and flour-stained countertops. In another universe, Joel doesn't have to apologize to his daughter on behalf of a mother who doesn't care. In another universe, you're a weird, blended family who isn't perfect, but goddammit, do you try your best to be good for each other. The bittersweet thought rings in Joel's ears, and he has to shrug it away.

It's okay, he thinks. It's nice to still have dreams, right?

#Joel finally getting to make pancakes for Sarah #OH GOD IVE BEEN HIT #one for the money two for the show #one for the money two for the show request #rockstar!joel x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #tlou au #the last of us au #joel miller angst #the last of us angst

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gracelupinxx · 2 years

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Time After Time - Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader

A/N: Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader is my kryptonite tbh. Also I had the hardest time naming this one, but while trying to name it I saw Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper in my playlist and the chorus reminded me of Steve and the reader in this so I just went with it. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: (Y/N) Byers, has always had a complicated relationship with her dad, and when he shows up unexpectedly, she finds comfort in her boyfriend, Steve. (Ft. Jonathan and Will as supportive and loving brothers.)

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It was a peaceful autumn morning, a soft wind blowing outside like a sweet lullaby, and all three Byers kids in a deep sleep. Unfortunately, the peaceful atmosphere was broken when (Y/N) was woken up by hostile voices coming from the living room. Her room was closest to it, so it wasn’t unusual for voices to drift in. What was unusual was hearing people whisper-yelling at each other out there at 6 am.

With slight hesitation, she pulled herself out of bed. Her whole body shivered as she left the comfort of her bed, so she threw on a flannel and slippers before walking slowly towards the door. She cringed every time a floorboard creaked, hoping that she could get a glimpse of whoever was in the living room without them seeing her.

She slowly opened her door which, luckily, made no noise when she did so. She crept out into the hallway, but she froze before she could peer around the corner, hearing the voices again.

“You need to leave, now.” (Y/N) heard her mom say insistently, not speaking too loudly. Probably for fear of waking up the kids.

“C’mon, Joyce,” Another voice said. (Y/N) heart pounded in her chest upon hearing it, feeling a million emotions course through her all at once. Fear, anger, pain, sadness, confusion…

Without thinking it through first, (Y/N) rounded the corner, seeing what all the commotion so early in the morning was about.

“Dad…?”

(Y/N) mentally scolded herself for how timid she sounded. It reminded her of her voice when she was five and tried to get her parents to stop fighting.

Lonnie and Joyce both instantly looked over at the girl, Joyce looked worried while Lonnie smiled.

“(Y/N),” he took a step towards her, to which she responded by taking a step back. Seeing this, he stopped, frowning slightly as he looked at her. “You’ve grown up so much.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been two years,” She remarked, remembering that the last time she saw him was when Will went missing… And what a visit that had been. She shuttered at the thought before she brought herself back to reality, letting the memory of what her father has done fuel her. “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t come see my kids?”

“Considering the last time you were here was when one of us went missing and all you truly wanted was money? Yeah, I’m a little shocked that you’re here.” She snapped back. “So is there something you want?”

Lonnie just looked at her for a moment, thinking of what to say. Finally, he smirked slightly.

“You’ve gotten confident, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, now that you’re not around to drag me down.” She stood her ground, standing up straight, her chin tilted up slightly. “It’s amazing all the things that have changed for the better now that you’re gone.”

Joyce stood off to the side, smiling to herself, proud of her daughter.

“Nice shirt,” Lonnie sneered.

(Y/N) glanced down at the t-shirt under her flannel. The Clash: Guns of Brixton written on it with the band's logo. Jonathan had given it to her for her birthday the previous year. She knew her dad was never a fan of her style, or the fact that Jonathan was the one who introduced her to it.

“Thanks,” She said despite knowing he was being sarcastic. She was doing whatever she could to keep her strength.

“Heard you work at the video store now,” he said suddenly.

“Yeah,” she nodded in confirmation. “I know you probably are thinking of an insult to go along with that, but I don’t think there's anything wrong with where I work or what I do.”

“It’s just, why a video store? I know you’re smart, you’re my kid.” He laughed. “I just don’t understand how you ended up working at a video store.”

“I’m working there to save for college. I bet you don’t even know where I want to go, do you, dad?” She spat, venom laced in her words.

There’s a moment of silence where Lonnie stares at (Y/N), trying to figure out what to say next. Joyce breaks the silence.

“Actually, you have to work today so why don’t you go get ready and let Steve know that I’ll drive you today.” She said, knowing (Y/N) didn’t have to be to work for four more hours, but trying to get her out of this conversation.

“Steve?” Lonnie questioned. “Who’s Steve?”

“My co-worker…” After a moment of hesitation, (Y/N) added, “and my boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend? You never told me.”

“Well, maybe if you were here you would’ve known.” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I’m here now.”

“Too little, too late.” She hissed. “You left when I was still a kid, and every time I’ve seen you since, all you’ve done is make me feel bad about who I am. Maybe if you hadn’t left, and you accepted who I truly am, then things would be different, but they’re not. Mom, Jonathan, Will, and I don’t need you. We’ve got along just fine without you and will continue to do so. Actually, I think we’re better off without you. So just fuck off, would you?”

Joyce and Lonnie both stared at her, shocked. Joyce covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide her smile.

“What happened to you?” Lonnie asked, a frown on his face.

“Lonnie, don’t,” Joyce warned.

“No, seriously. You used to be my sweet little girl. What happened?”

“I grew up,” she said, though her voice started shaking slightly. She felt her heart rate speed up at her dad's comment, worried about where he was going with this and that it would be the thing that got to her.

“You think you're being confident right now? Think you’re standing up against something, protecting yourself? Well, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but you’re not confident, you’re just a bitch.”

And that it, that’s what breaks (Y/N)’s hard exterior, causing her confidence to diminish and her walls to crumble.

Her eyes were beginning to well with tears when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.

“Dad?”

(Y/N) lowered her gaze at this, not wanting her older brother to see how their dad was affecting her.

Jonathan walked closer to her, and despite her best efforts to hide it, noticed her cheeks were red and her sad eyes.

Instinctively, Jonathan stepped in front of (Y/N), facing his father.

“What do you think I’m gonna do Jonathan?” Lonnie asked with a roll of his eyes seeing how his son was protecting his sister.

“Nothing, because you’re gonna leave. You don’t belong here. Not anymore.”

“You can’t kick me out. This isn’t your house.”

“It’s much more my house than it is yours!” Jonathan started raising his voice, but quickly quieted down, be careful not to wake up Will. “It’s our home. And you don’t get to come into our home, the one you left behind, and make us feel like shit.”

“Wow, look at you two. What did you brainwash them with, Joyce?”

“Leave mom out of this,” Jonathan demanded, still standing in front of (Y/N) who felt at though she was shrinking into herself.

“Well, clearly you’re getting all this nonsense from somewhere!”

“Be quiet! You’ll wake up Will.” Jonathan scolded.

“Good!” Lonnie raised his voice even more. “He should be a part of this too, since all my kids are gaining up on me!”

“Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe the problem is you?” Jonathan asked. “Maybe we’re upset because you left us, every time we see you you’re a huge asshole, then you show up unannounced and you’re still being an asshole?”

“Fuck you, Jonathan,” Lonnie spit, not knowing what else to say at that point.

“No, fuck you. We’re out of here.”

Jonathan turned around, placing a hand lightly on (Y/N) shoulder and guiding her to her bedroom. They sat on her bed when suddenly they heard the door slam. (Y/N) finally letting out her tears. Jonathan held her, her tears staining his grey shirt.

“God, I feel so weak,” (Y/N) cried.

“What? Why?” He asked pulling away from her. He was confused as to what could’ve possibly made his sister feel that way.

“I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I always let him get to me! I was doing so well this time too. I was standing up to him, I thought I didn’t care about his opinion anymore, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Hey, he’s a dick. He always has been. That’s not on you.” Jonathan reassured her, a comforting hand squeezing her shoulder.

A soft knock on the door caused Jonathan to get up to open it while (Y/N) wiped her eyes.

Will walked in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Dad was here?” He asked.

“Yeah,:” Jonathan nodded. “How’d you know?”

“I saw him drive away.” He answered before walking over to the bed. He sat down next to (Y/N), wrapping his arms around her. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered.

(Y/N) felt her heart melt at her younger brother's actions, hugging him back tightly.

Jonathan watches his siblings, appreciating the moment of love and comfort between them, but unable to ignore the sad feeling overcoming him, knowing what events led to his sister's heartbreak.

“Come on, we’re gonna get out of here,” Jonathan said, catching their attention. “Go get your stuff, Will.”

Will nodded, jumping up and running to his room.

“I’ll be right back,” Jonathan reassured (Y/N) before heading back to his room.

(Y/N) spent a few moments gathering some of her things, tossing them into a small backup. She didn’t ask where they were going and frankly, she didn’t care. She knew her dad was gone, but also knew that it would be best for her not to be home right now to try to get her mind off of everything.

Jonathan and Will come back a few minutes later.

“I have to be to work in a few hours so I just packed my uniform and figured I could changed later,” she informed them, explaining why she was still in her pajamas. “So I hope we’re not going anywhere fancy.”

“Well, I think that might depend on your definition of fancy,” Jonathan laughed slightly. “But I think you’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) said in a small and quiet voice, though she was unable to stop the voice crack she let out when she spoke. Another tear slid down her cheek and in a second, both brothers were by her side.

“Hey, everything's gonna be okay,” Jonathan whispered to her, an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder. Will grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go, alright?”

(Y/N) nodded, and they all walked out to the living room where Joyce was sitting on the couch, a lit cigarette in her hand.

“Will you be okay?” Jonathan asked her, worried for his moms well-being as much as his siblings.

“I’ll be just fine, don’t worry.” She gave a reassuring smile. “I’ll see you guys soon.”

(Y/N) was silent as her and her brothers walked towards Jonathan's car, the fallen autumn leaves crunching under her feet.

She chose to sit in the backseat, allowing Will to have the passenger side.

Jonathan pulled out of the driveway and they started making their way down the streets of Hawkins. David Bowie played softly on the radio, softening the atmosphere of the car a bit.

“Where are we going?” (Y/N) asked in a horse voice.

“You’ll see,” Jonathan said, keeping his eyes on the road, In any other situation, (Y/N) would push for an answer. But she was too exhausted to do so, despite waking up less than an hour ago, and she trusted Jonathan. She leaned her head against the car window, closing her eyes and finding comfort and relaxation in the soft hum of the car and the voice of Bowie.

It was less than three minutes later when (Y/N) felt the car slow down, turning and coming to a complete stop seconds later.

She slowly opened her eyes, recognizing her surroundings immediately.

They were at Steve’s house. His BMW was in the driveway, his parent's car gone as usual.

Jonathan opened his door, stepping out of the car. (Y/N) quickly followed him, grabbing her bag while Will stayed put.

Jonathan wrapped his arm around his sister as they walked towards the door. He knocked while she looked down at her feet.

When nobody answered, Jonathan knocked one more time. There was some rustling in the house and as soon as (Y/N) heard the door open, she looked up once again.

“Jeez, do you know what time it is?” Steve asked before his eyes landed on Jonathan, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Within seconds, his gaze shifted to his girlfriend, his expression fading into soften eyes and a slight frown. “What’s going on?”

(Y/N) slipped out from underneath Jonathan's arm, running into Steve's chest and wrapping her arms around him. He quickly wrapped his around her, pulling her tightly into his chest.

Steve glanced up at Jonathan, a look of question and concern on his face.

“Our dad showed up unexpectedly this morning…” Jonathan explained.

Steve knew about (Y/N)’s complicated relationship with Lonnie. They had bonded over their horrible dad experiences multiple times because although they’re not the same, they both affected them in major ways, and having someone to go to for comfort helped significantly.

Steve nodded, staying quiet as he gave (Y/N) a squeeze. One that said I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.

“Thank you,” Steve said after a minute.

Jonathan simply gave a short, soft smile.

Jonathan and Steve didn’t have the best relationship. After Steve apologized for the way he treated Jonathan and replaced the camera that he broke, they became civil with each other, but not close. But then Nancy left Steve for Jonathan, and eventually, Steve started dating Jonathan’s sister. Although the two never reached the low point they been at when Will went missing, the events that followed created a tension between them. However, Jonathan knew that Steve was the person his sister needed right now. She loved Steve, and even though he hated to admit it, he knew that Steve loved her, and that she found a comfort in him that she couldn’t in anybody else. So, that was his first thought once he saw his sister's tears, and it led them all the way here, standing outside of the Harrington household.

“Will and I are going to be at the Wheelers if you need us,” Jonathan said.

“Okay,” Steve said, pulling his girlfriend gently into the house as Jonathan walked back to the car.

After Steve shut the door, he led (Y/N) upstairs to his bedroom, both of them sitting on the bed where she immediately shoved her face in his neck, breathing in deeply.

The scent and feel of him calmed (Y/N) racing heart, giving her a feeling of security and peace.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) pulled away, looking up at her boyfriend.

“Hi,” Steve smiled at her.

“Hey,” she said in a small voice. “I’m sorry, I-”

“No,” he cut her off. “No apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But it’s so early and we woke you up and the first thing you saw this morning was your crying girlfriend.”

“First of all, any morning where I see you is a good morning. I don’t like seeing you upset but I’m happy I get to see you. Second, I don’t care how early it is. I’m always here for you, and I’m really thankful Jonathan brought you here.”

(Y/N) lip quivered, making Steve feel slightly panicked.

“Oh fuck, are you okay? Please don’t cry again,” he said desperately, worried about his girlfriend.

“I’m okay,” she said with a sniff. “I just love you so much and I’m really emotional this morning and I can’t help it.”

Steve gave her a soft smile, pulling her in once again and kissing her forehead.

“I love you too, sweet girl. So much.”

They remained in each other's embrace for two minutes before Steve hopped up from the bed.

“So,” he said, walking over to a stack of VHS tapes, pulling out three tapes. “I say we have a movie marathon. What do you say? The Breakfast Club, Grease, Back to the Future? All of your favorites?”

He held up the tapes he had pulled out, all the movies he had just mentioned, causing her to sigh.

“That sounds like so much fun. But we have to be to work in three hours.” She reminded him with a frown.

“Why don’t we call out today? You’ve had a rough morning, you need to have some fun. Robin can handle it today.”

“Are you sure she won’t be pissed?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly.

“Well, she might be. But she’ll get over it,” Steve approached (Y/N), sitting next to her on the bed. “Come on, let's have a day just for us. No work or parents. No sadness or anger. Just us together, as happy as those couples in those cheesy movies we can’t stand.”

(Y/N) giggled.

“Sounds great,” she finally responded after a minute.

“Great.” He gently kissed her lips. “I know it’s early, but no movie marathon is complete without popcorn, candy, and soft drinks. So I’ll be right back.”

He gently kissed her forehead before jumping up once again and running out of the room.

(Y/N) couldn’t control the wide smile that spread across her face.

The rest of the day was spent just like Steve promised: watching movies, eating junk food, and simply being together, ignoring the outside world and all the pain that came with it.

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