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★TEDDY she/her. nineteen. black writer. leon s kennedy + jean kirstein enthusiast. requests are open.

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STICK TO YOUR BOOKS…in which jean kirstein, d1 player at the university of paradis, asks you to be his fake girlfriend up until draft day.

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just finished watching a re9 stream and kinda wanna write some leon fics! my inbox is open - hmu!

in the meantime, here’s a leon fic i wrote a while back - nothing more

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hello dispatchers…

robert fics will be uploaded this next week 😁

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❛ ROBERT “COCKBLOCK” ROBERTSON ꨄ YOUNG!CHASE / READER. ──────── despite how annoying babysitting robert is, it seemed to have its perks.. the new neighbor definitely being one of them.❛𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ◞

۫ NOTES. [ young!chase is lowkey ooc, not much you can do with so little screen time but i tried my best | reader is black and depicted as having a fuller / curvy body | chase is 20 while robert is like 10 | robert being a little cockblock | chase attempting to flirt | etc]

۫ MANI’S THOUGHTS. [ silly little thing i wrote, robert being the typical younger brother and just practically ruining shit for chase. sorry, young him is too fine not to write about. ]

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This isn’t how Chase wished to spend his Saturday. He wanted nothing more than to be home in his bed binging something or maybe even out on the street helping Robbie in catching criminals, anyone, even petty thieves. But no, he was stuck here, babysitting.. as usual. Being apart of the Brave Brigade had its perks, but being the youngest member seemed to have more downsides when it came to taking care of a coworker’s kid. Nonetheless it’s a job he’s come to love, given the close bound he’s formed with said child.

Despite his bitching and whining, Robert Robertson was a good kid— one Chase didn’t mind having around.

Until now it seemed.

It was a normal day, the sun was out and instead of comics the pair decided to play a bit of catch in the front yard. They each wore a mitt, throwing the ball back and forth,— coupled with shit talk ( more so on Chase’s end ).

“Woah… where you looking kid?” Chase gave a bright, mocking smile the moment the ball just barely grazed Robert’s mitt, instead shooting right into the grass behind him. He chuckled a bit at the frustrated grumble that escaped the child, watching him turn and practically stomp to the ball.

“I thought we agreed no powers!”

Chase sucked his teeth, “Powers, where? That throw was so light a grandma could have caught it.” The little fury that shined in Robert’s eyes caused Chase’s glee to grow. He watched as the kid steadied, getting into a throwing position; the speedster matching this quickly with his own catching stance.

With all his might Robert tossed the ball, it zooming forward. Chase moved expertly, dashing to the side and extending his gloved hand to grab the ball. “Look at that, when you aren’t crying like a little bitch you’re pretty good at throwing!”

Despite the harsh words Robert smiled all the same, knowing his babysitter was gently teasing him like any young adult would.

“Yeah, well— I’ll get even better than you!”

“Pfft.. you wish…” Chase huffed quickly, gaze maneuvering from the kid instead to the neighboring house the moment the front door opened. He meant to simply glance and return his attention back to Robert, but was quickly enamored by the person walking through the threshold.

She was beautiful, perfect as dramatic as it seemed. Chase couldn’t help but notice the way her melanated skin shined as the sun hit it, how her plump body was covered in a simple flowy dress, fabric wrapping around each curve as she stepped down from her home’s porch. The woman took strides towards the end of her driveway, heading towards the mailbox.

Chase only ever noticed Robert moving until the crunch of grass entered his ears, dispelling the trance this mysterious woman had him under. The young man’s eyes switched to the boy for a second, “Whose that?”

“Huh?..” Robert had waltzed over in concern, wondering why his friend had suddenly went silent. He gave a look of confusion it only easing when he finally noticed her.. you.

“Oh— that’s [Name] our new neighbor, she’s pretty nice, gave me coo—“ The words could barely escape Robert’s throat before he was hacking from the dirt that kicked up the second Chase moved. His eyes squinted, blinking out remnants, gaze soon clearing to settle on Chase who was now approaching you. Robert sucked his teeth, eyes drooping to settle on the discarded baseball.

“Dick..”

Fingers clasped the cold metal latch of the mailbox, lifting it up whilst your free hand reached in, grasping the many pieces of mail tucked in neatly. Lifting the pile out, you closed the mailbox shut, humming as your eyes looked over the items. A few pieces had your name, your mom’s, and mail that seemed to belong to the previous owner of the home. You grumbled a bit to yourself, pushing them to the back of the pile whilst continuing to look through it.

“Hey.”

You jumped a bit at the sudden voice, gaze hurriedly raising from the letters to settle on the sudden intrusion. Your eyebrow rose, taking in the man — probably your age — standing just a few feet away from your mailbox. He was dressed in baggy blue jeans and an oversized button up, dark locs laid perfectly amongst his head with a fresh undercut. Safe to say.. he wasn’t ugly.

You gave your best at a little smile, not to subtly giving him an up-down. “Hey.. I just moved here, you one of my neighbors?”

The man shook his head, “Nah, I just babysit for your neighbor once in a while.” His head tilted back, gesturing to the little boy that stood several feet away from you both, holding a baseball. You gave a little nod of acknowledgment,

“Oh yeah.. You’re Chase aren’t you? Little Robert told me a little about you when I came over with cookies.“

Chase gave a little chuckle, dimples deep as dark eyes focused on your features. “Yeah, he told me how nice this [Name] was— decided to see for myself.” Noting the simper he wore, you couldn’t help but wear your own. Was he hitting on you?

“See for yourself, huh?” You teased just a bit, arms crossing as your mail completely went ignored. Your head tilted a bit, as if looking at him from a different angle. “Did I meet your expectations Mr. Babysitter?”

His smile deepened, eyes shifting to the side for a moment as a soft amused breath escaped him. Chase pushed forward, coming to lean against your mailbox as his gaze settled back to you. “Still on the fence.. nothing a little more talking won’t fix.”

Yeah, he’s definitely hitting on you.

The revelation caused you to giggle a bit, a warmth brewing in your stomach. You were far from excited about the sudden move your mother forced you into, but it seemed to come with some perks.

“So what do you li—“

“Chaseeee!” The sudden prepubescent screech caused Chase’s eyes to screw shut in annoyance, hand crumbling into a slack fist. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, entertained with the way he seemed to mad at the interruption.

“Think someone’s calling you.”

Chase gives you unamused expression before tossing a quick, “Give me a sec kid!” over his shoulder. This was only met with a grumble on Robert’s part to which the young adult vehemently ignored, focus completely on you.

“Before I was rudely interrupted.. what do you like to do?”

“Mm… bake mostly. Also hair, ya know— boring stuff. What about you; besides babysitting for some little white boy with the weirdest name ever?”

Chase snickered, “Not too much on his name now, it’s a family tradition.” He enjoyed your laughter, swearing his cheeks would rip any moment from how much he was smiling. He rested on his arm, lips parting to speak again, in hopes of getting more laughs out of you. Only such hope was cut short the moment something struck the back of his head. The man jumped forward with a less than attractive grunt, hand flying to the spot in an attempt to soothe the pain. Chase was quick to toss a glare behind him, spotting the shit-eating grin plastered on Robert’s face.

You took a glance between the two, practically sensing what would surely transpire in the next few minutes. Deciding you wanted no parts, you turned on your heel, facing your driveway.

“Seems you have some business to attend to, it was nice meeting you Chase— bye little Robert!” You called a bit little louder so the kid could hear, smiling the moment you noticed him wave. You pressed forward, a little pep in your step as you headed towards your home.

Chase watched you for a moment, completely silent and simply waiting for you to enter your home. The moment you did, shutting the door behind you with a gentle click, the man was quickly spinning on his heel, darting towards Robert.

Robert could only scream as a sudden force scooped him up with ease, soon being maneuvered into a headlock with a knuckle being pushed into his head in the harshest noogie ever. The boy kicked and flailed, uselessly pushing at the other’s arm.

“I surrender! Uncle, uncle!”

“Hell no! You aren’t getting off that easy after being a cockblocking dickhead!”

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i’m enjoying the concept…😛

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between the sheets

★ in which…robert attends your family’s thanksgiving. all is well until chase’s criticism disrupts the dinner and makes you wonder if his thoughts are worth considering

content ★ 4.3k, thanksgiving, reader is chase’s sister, arguments, established relationship tension , SMUT (blowjob, fucking, the whole damn shabang), bipoc reader friendly

author’s note ★ i saw this amazing reddit post posing the question of whether robert would be husband material and i think absolutely NOT. i also based this post on my previous one about robert going to cookouts with chase and sort of being an honorary family member lol. enjoy. requests are open

“Anything I need to know before we go in? Prepare for?”

“Sir, what do you mean ‘anything you need to know’? Why are you acting like you’ve never been in this house before? You're eating dinner with my family, not Queen Elizabeth.”

You were baffled that Robert was seemingly getting cold feet before Thanksgiving with your family. Together, you stand in front of the door with two tin foil trays of food he didn’t even cook, and he’s asking you the dumbest question in the world.

“Well…I haven’t been here for years. And you know…” His eyes dart from you to the door.

“Oh, I forgot, you cut us off,” you say, matter-of-factly.

“And they’re gonna call me Bob Bob.” His entire face turns red.

“You don’t like Bob Bob?”

“During times like this, Bobbie sounds a bit better.”

The door finally opens and you’re greeted immediately by your mom and the tune of ‘Real Love’ by Mary J. Blige. Your mother ushers you inside. “Put that down so I can give you a hug-”

She looks over at Robert and gasps. “Is that Bob Bob?” And suddenly you’re not the main attraction anymore.

Your mother yanks Robert inside, with no regard for the food in his hands. You slip ahead and straight into the kitchen, where you see your brother lifting the lids off each tin foil tray. You poke his back and he yelps.

“No peaking,” you warn, placing your dish wherever you can find space. You can hear the commotion pass by and you and Chase share a knowing look.

He sighs. “There goes Bob Bob.” There’s a slight annoyance in his voice and it isn’t because of the attention Bob Bob gets. When the concept of you and Robert getting together became more than a concept, your brother wasn’t too happy. You were well aware that he entertained the idea and jokingly threatened to do the unthinkable to your brother whether it was twisting his ass into a pretzel or shoving his foot so far down his throat. But when he caught Robert lounging shirtless in your apartment, he knew his nightmare had come true.

“He’s broke, doesn’t even fucking furniture. He clearly has some issues up here,” Chase taps his forehead, “He is always frowning when you’re not looking and you know he’s juggling two ladies at work? Always touching his shoulders and giving him googly eyes and shit.”

You did your best to defend Robert and to help Chase understand that you knew what you were getting into but he still thought Robert couldn’t be the man for you. It didn’t help that Robert had heard the whole thing while he was looking for his shirt in your bedroom.

It’s made their work dynamic weird. They went from best buddies to Robert making sure he wasn’t stepping on any eggshells. Chase obviously wants the best for you as an older brother, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and you? You want Robert.

“Be kind to him. For my sake…please,” you beg your brother. You lower yourself to his level and kiss his cheek. Chase huffs and mutters something under his breath. “I assume that’s you agreeing to keep your promise.”

You make the decision to go check on Robert and the dish he was holding as he got whisked away. Most of the conversation takes place in the living room. Cousins, aunties, and uncles, and family friends sprinkled all over the living room, drinking and socializing. Frames of family photos, baby you and baby Chase in ridiculous old-timey costumes, and awards decorated all over the room. Oh, and your mom’s collections of mini giraffe statues can be found by the fireplace, coffee table, and side tables.

Robert’s stiffly seated in the middle of the couch with someone’s baby planted in his arms. How cute. Your dad’s seated next to him, a photo album in his hands, with some interested family members. You watch them talk through the doorframe.

“He used to come by all the time. I’m sure he was at every family reunion and Thanksgiving. His daddy was never home because…” your dad pauses, remembering that not everyone knows Robert’s connection to Mecha Man. “…because he was working all day or some bullshit. Poor boy was alone all the time.”

Robert locks eyes with you from across the room, ‘HELP ME’ written in his eyes.

“Oh, see,” your dad lifts the photo album, proudly showing off another photo of Robert like he was his son, “He is in the group photo - he even got a shirt on and everything. And here he is on the dance floor - I’d argue he was a better dancer than my daughter.”

Your mom walks up to you, with the missing dish and a guilty smile. “Sorry, I should have let him put this down before getting him swept up in there. Help me set up? It won’t take long.”

You agree to help her out. Before leaving, you look at Robert one more time, and he seems more comfortable now.

Chase is notably missing from the kitchen but you think nothing of it. The first thing you look for is the food warmers. “Hey Mom, did you buy-”

“Was Robert so cute with the baby? It was so kind of him to hold her for your cousin,” your mom starts. “It would be so nice to see you in that position…preferably soon.”

You purse your lips as you open a cabinet and find the stored-away food warmers. “I told you Mom, I want to get settled first. Establish myself and buy my first home. Maybe go somewhere far from Torrance or LA in general.”

“Well, you’re already established. You got your bachelor's and your master's. Everyone talks about the soccer player you were in college. We see you on your TVs all the time,” your mom tries to reason. “If there’s a time to get settled down, it’s now. Let that boy propose to you and give me some grandkids.”

How do you tell her that Robert’s broke? And that the idea of having a child makes him so nervous that you’re on the pill and he still wears a condom? That you also aren’t ready yourself and often wonder if you should stop broadcasting and go back to writing articles?

You felt slightly horrible, selfish really, because you knew this was because Chase would never be able to have or raise any kids of his own.

You simply smile. “I’ll think about it.” Immediately, you grab all of the food warmers and take them to the dining room, avoiding any other requests your mother had. In 30 minutes, you and your mom have all the food set up. You’re adding finishing touches to the table setup when your mom lets you know she’s letting everyone in.

As your family members walk in, you properly get to greet everyone - grandparents, cousins, favorite cousins, little nieces and nephews.

Finally, Robert walks into the kitchen. You pull him close and kiss him on the nose. You feel how his body relaxes.

“Plating coy?” he asks. “I’m sure they all know.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to do too much around…” Your brother walks in on cue and scoffs at the sight of you two together.

Robert rolls his eyes. “He needs to grow up.” You smack his arm. He’s confused but he then realized how that sounded. “You know what I meant.”

You lead him over the table. You look back at him and whisper, “But maybe I’ll show you some affection to make up for everything.”

Robert smiles knowingly as you two settle in a spot. “Looking forward to earning said affection.”

Standing across the table from you is your brother, who refuses to look at you. Robert lets out a frustrated sigh and you hold his hand, showing him that you stand with him.

Your father asks everyone to hold hands, close their eyes, and bow their heads for grace. You do so but after four minutes of him praying, you decide to take a peek and see who actually has their eyes closed.. Normally you’d make a funny face at one of your nephews and either get them or yourself in trouble but you couldn’t as Chase’s eyes remained open, eyes daggering at Robert, who opens one eye but immediately shuts it when he’s been caught. You mouth, already fed up with this bullshit, to your brother to close his eyes and, eventually he does.

Grace wraps up and everyone starts to line up for food - kids first, then the elderly, and finally everyone first. You stand in front of Robert with your dish in hand, ready to scoop some mashed potatoes onto it once it’s your turn when an annoying uncle from your childhood comes up to stop you.

“Is that plate for Bob Bob?” he asks.

“No,” you reply, taking hold of the serving spoon. Your uncle immediately takes it from your hand and your chest pangs, not believing that this was actually happening to you.

“Ah, ah, you know, the man gets served first right? You young ladies now-”

Your uncle stops talking when Robert grabs the serving spoon from him. “Bob Bob gets his own food and so does his lady. Whenever they want,” he answers, defensively.

Your uncle grumbles something before walking away defeated. Robert scoops some mashed potatoes onto your plate and his.

“Thank you, Bob Bob,” you thank him, a sliver of sensuality in your voice. “You’ve definitely earned your…affection for tonight.”

“You don’t have to thank me for doing the bare min, babe,” he replies with a slight smirk on his face, “But I won't say no to a good time.”

You and Robert move through the line. You guys get back to your seats and by then your father has cut the turkey up. Robert grabs a piece for you and himself.

Everyone’s settled and focused on their own individual conversations. Robert takes a bite of his food - collard greens, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, and turkey somehow balanced and secure on his fork. The minute he puts it in his mouth, he tries his best to control him but he can’t. His fist rests on the table and his eyes scrunch closed.

“I’m assuming you love it?” you asked, amused by how cute he is.

Once he swallows, he nods. “I just missed this. It’s better than I imagined. Brings back tons of memories,” he admits, gaining him a few laughs.

“So, are you guys boyfriend, girlfriend?” an auntie asks.

Aaand moments over.

You could honestly shit a hundred bricks right now.

You look at Robert but he’s already opening his mouth. “No, but we’re working towards something.” He looks over at you and you look down at your hands.

You knew this was the case but it’s been months and you were patiently waiting for him to ask you to properly be his girlfriend. Okay, you gave up on the dream of him showing up at your doorstep with a corny poster as you were a little too old for that now. But a dinner would be nice. Or him just waking up and calling you his girlfriend.

“See, this is exactly what the fuck I’m talking about,” Chase then says. He gets up from the table and points at you. “He’s not serious about you. You’ve been together how long?”

You shrink in your seat and Robert hangs his head, hesitant and unsure of what to say.

“And you’re just something? It’s Thanksgiving and he isn’t your boyfriend by now? Even he’s ashamed,” Chase continues.

Robert raises his head up and one hand in defense. “We’re taking it slow, Chase. There’s so much going on-”

Chase snaps his fingers. “Exactly! Ding! Ding! Ding! Always something going on with your bitch ass. One day you have loads of money, next week you are sleeping in a shitty studio apartment with one white plastic armchair that’s ready to collapse under your skinny ass! With the way you’re moving, I won't ever get to see my sister get married.”

So, that’s why.

There’s a mixture of gasps and ‘what’s when your brother says the last line.

Robert purses his lips as he has nothing to say. You place your hand on top of his, trying to hold onto some composure, but he forces it away from you, clearly embarrassed. Something in you shatters.

You really tried your best not to cry but Robert pulling away from you was the last straw. The minute your eyes start to water, you get up. “Excuse me.”

You bolt. Robert throws his napkin from his lap onto the table and mutters an expletive under his breath before following after you.

You head upstairs and take a turn to your old bedroom. You slip in and slam the door right in Robert’s face. Then you remember that years ago, when you were kids, Chase got the bigger room with the lock and you got what was supposed to be the office space - you were so angry. Robert comes right in and takes in your space - lightly colored walls, canopy bed, fluffy carpet.

Robert walks in and closes the door softly behind him.

“Not sure I’ve ever been up here,” he says. He walks up to your dresser against the wall where photos and awards sit. He looks up at some sashes hung up above your dresser. “Miss Teen Torrance USA…and Miss Teen California USA…? How did I not hear about this?” he asks, almost offended.

You sit on the edge of your bed and sniffle. “It wasn’t important. Not for you - you were out of my life at the time.”

“It is important. You are important to me. For the first time, I care about someone who isn’t Beef and he’s a dog!” He walks over to you and gets on his knees. He takes your hands. “I.” He kisses the right. “Love.” Then the left. “You.” He brings them together and kisses the crevices. “I’m crazy about you.”

“Then why won’t you call me your girlfriend? I kiss you, I sometimes pick your sorry ass up from work, and I let you fuck me and play in my kitchen afterwards.” You pull your hands away from his grasp as your brother’s words start to bring you some perspective.

“Because I’m scared. I want you to be my girlfriend but I’m scared I’ll be able to become Mecha Man again,” he confesses, “We get in too deep, then I’ll have to marry you-”

“Do you want to marry me?” you cut him off. Marrying you almost sounds like a chore.

Robert lets out a weak noise as he’s trying to string his words together.

“Robert,” you say sternly, “Answer my question-”

“I want to protect you!” he spits out. “You have a good going - your own place, a degree, a job where all of Torrance knows your name. And I don’t want to take any of that away from you.”

You get up from the bed, pushing past Robert, and stand on the other side of the room in front of your mirror. You bring your hands up to your face and start sobbing again.

“Fuck.” Robert gets off his knees and comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your shoulder. “Please stop crying,” he begs.

The warmth of his body against you calms you down. “They’ve been asking about the next step?”

“All the time,” you answer. Instinctively, you place your hands on top of his hands and press your head against your forehead. He brings one hand up to your face and wipes your tears on each side before placing it back on your stomach.

“I think you’d make a beautiful wife,” Robert whispers. He kisses your ear before moving down to your neck. “If I could, I’d take you down to the courthouse and make you Mrs. Robertson right now.”

“Robert.” He stops kissing you and straightens up. “I don’t mind,” you start, “but you have to promise me that we will have a serious conversation after.”

“Yes ma’am.” Robert tugs at your ear with his teeth and you moan his name. His hands find your chest, fondling it. “Did you put on a little cute bra today? Is that what I got a glimpse of when you were getting ready?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” you whisper.

He pulls your top up from the bottom and helps you take the shirt off your head and tosses it to the side. In the mirror, you both admire your white lace balconette bra decorated with flowers. “What a gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” he tells you before kissing your shoulder.

His hands play with the waistband of your bottoms. “Don’t tell me your panties look exactly the same,” he teases. You slip them off and take off your shoes.

When you stand up straight again. “Luckily for you, I do.” You turn around and place your hand on his clothed chest.

“What did I do to get so lucky?” Robert’s hands find your waist and you're kissing again. Your hands move from his chest down to his belt buckle, playing with it. Once it’s unbuckled, you pull away from the kiss and lower yourself to your knees. You proceed to tug his dress pants down and palm his erection.

“You don’t have to do this. I don’t deserve it,” he tells you. You pull at the waistband and let go, letting it slap his lower belly. “I want to do it,” you insist.

You pull his boxers down and take hold of him. You kiss his head before dragging your tongue down the base.

“Stop playing,” he hissed. You placed a hand on his hip and realized how tense he is. “Get on the bed,” you tell him. Robert doesn’t hesitate; he pulls his feet out of his pants and out of his shoes. You head to your closet and take out a folded towel. You walk over to the edge of the bed and lay it out. You get on your knees in front of the bed and snap at him. “Sit.”

When he does, you put his length in your mouth. You take him in halfway a few times and when you want to go lower, you gag and immediately pull away. “Come on, babe. You can do it,” he encourages.

You let out a small ‘okay’ before trying again. You press your tongue against his head before completely enveloping him. Halfway, halfway, halfway until Robert gently yet firmly places a hand on your head guiding you almost to the bottom of his base. He lets go when you start to sputter.

“We’ll work on that,” he promises, caressing your face. With his other hand, Robert jerks off. He curses under his breath when he’s close. Moments later, he ejaculates, leaving the evidence on your chin and chest.

You wipe your chin and lick your finger - he’s bitter. Salty.

Robert lets out a deep breath and flops on the bed. When he gains some composure, he pats the bed next to him. “Get up here, girl.”

He ultimately helps you up and you lie next to him, the towel completely disregarded now.

Robert slips his hands under your pretty panties and lazily circles around your clit while bringing your face close to his and sucking the bottom of your lip. You pull away, annoyed with the game he’s playing. “Robert, stop fucking playing with me,” you demand through gritted teeth.

“So needy. So sensitive, you,” he teases. He finally slips two fingers into you, making you moan into his shoulder. You hated that he was right. He starts slow, then picks up the pace dramatically. You’re crying as you become a puddle in his arms. When you’re sure you’re about to come, you grab his wrist and instinctively he pulls out. He kisses your nose before he starts getting up.

“Wait!” you call out.

“Just getting a condom, babe,” he explains, standing by the edge of the bed.

“I’m on the pill, you know,” you say. “You can use it if you want - I won’t stop you but…”

Robert considers what you're saying. He twirls his finger around. “On your knees.”

You do so immediately. Ass up, chest down, waiting for him to do whatever his heart desired. Robert takes hold of your butt and moves your panties to the side and soon you feel his tongue drag across your core. Your body quivers as he sucks on your clit. Robert pulls away for a moment and rubs you until his fingers are replaced by his dick.

You gasp and let out a jumble of words. Robert starts at a moderate rate. His hips thrust into you at a rhythm. You reach behind yourself to hold his hands but he smacks them away. “Keep your hands to yourself,” he tells you.

There’s a knock on your door and Robert slows down. “Are you two alright? Everyone’s growing worried.” You’re not sure what family member’s at the door and you don’t particularly care either as long as they move on.

“Everything’s…” you bite your knuckles and take a breath before trying again, “Everything’s fine!” You bunch up your sheets and bite down, doing your best to suppress a cry as he continues to sink into you.

“Still talking,” Robert says, trying to make you both sound credible. When you hear a distant “okay”, Robert picks up his pace. You continue biting your sheets but end up opting to cup your mouth instead.

Your body starts to pulse and you come. You collapse into the bed. Robert pulls out slowly but he doesn’t let you rest. He flips you over and pulls you closer to him. He slips into you again, hungrier than before. You wrap your legs around his back and he buries his face in your neck. Your fingers trace his scars as he slams his hips into you.

Your thoughts flicker between how good he’s making you feel and how serious your situation was starting to seem. Robert lacked stability, avoided clarity, and he fucked you so damn good.

You bite his shoulder, doing your best to stay quiet. The knot in your stomach loosens and you start to notice his weight on your body.

He starts to kiss your shoulder. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he says over and over. “I’d pick you every time.”

You unwrap your limbs and Robert pulls out and rolls off of you. Letting out a deep sigh, you turn to face him and decide to scooch in next to him and lie on his chest.

Robert stares up at the ceiling, breathing in and out. “Ever done that in here?”

You bring your hand up to your face, embarrassed by the thought. “Gosh no, my parents would have killed me.” Then it hits you. They were all waiting for you. “Get up.” You slap his clothed chest and he furrows his eyebrows at you. “The bathroom’s next to this room, in the corner. I think there are baby wipes in there or something. Just…just clean yourself up.”

Robert whines about not wanting to go back but he still gets out of bed regardless. He rushes to put his pants and shoes on and slips out of the room.

You sit on the bed, not so quick to get ready yourself. As your mind clears, the thought of Robert being a suitable partner rolls back. He was good on paper: attentive, motivated, and great in bed. But you worried about the long term; how many shifts will he need at SDN to buy a TV and internet service? Would you have to start taking care of him? What if Mecha Man becomes possible again…and he decides to start crime-fighting again?

Are you ready to be a superhero’s wife?

Were you allowed to be Robert’s wife?

Robert comes back into your bedroom with the pack of wipes. “Figured it’d be easier to help you get ready here instead.” He presents to you like it’s an apology.

You hum, mostly to keep your mouth shut. Tonight would not be that night. Robert kneels in front of you with the pack of wipes. “What are you doing?” you ask.

“Just taking care of my girl,” he says quietly. He takes one wipe and he gestures for you to open your legs. He wipes your inner thighs and then your center. As he finishes, you both share a long.

“I’m sorry-” “I can finish-”

Robert pulls his hand away from your body. “I can finish on my own,” you say, “I have to pee anyway. Go ahead of me.”

You wait for him to say what he is going to say but he ends up not saying anything but “okay”. You purse your lips as you slip off the bed. He picks up your clothes and presents them to you.

“I love you.” It comes out as a question from his lips.

“Sure, Robert,” you reply. He takes one more look at you, clearly hoping you’ll say it back. He leaves when you realize he won’t.

You continue to wipe yourself down and proceed to put on your clothes and make sure you still look presentable before heading downstairs.

When you head back into the living room the first thing you see is Chase offering Robert a drink.. They talk, Chase mostly, seriousness displayed on his face; Robert simply nods along. Then, they shake hands. You let out a sigh, neither frustrated nor relaxed, as you hoped they’re as amicable as they look. Maybe they’d really try to make things worse.

You feel someone tap your shoulder and you turn around. It’s your mom, disappointment printed on her face and confirmed by how her hands sit on her hips.

“I know what you did,” she says, disgusted. “Both of you are cleaning all of the dishes tonight. I’m telling everyone to leave food on their dishes just as an extra punishment.”

You scratch your neck sheepishly and let out a lame apology as your mother walks away, muttering to herself - and you were so sure you wouldn’t get into any trouble.

[ye4gerism]

Robert Robertson III has me in such a chokehold. I feel like a 14 year old giggling teenager xDD

But anyway: I recently played the episode with Robert's housewarming party and I LOVED the dancing scene with him and Blazer or Visi. Could you rewrite the scene with Robert and Reader? Maybe they have feelings for each other for a looong time and after an exausting slow-burn-office-romance-thing they fully fell in love with each other while dancing <3 She can also be Chase's younger sister in this one (I love this young/old dude).

purely professional

content ★ crush, prism is your wingwoman!, work romance, set during episode 6, bipoc reader friendly

author’s note ★ thank you for your request, anon! you’re appreciated! i didn’t make reader chase’s sister here as i have a lot of drafts centered around that - so i hope that’s okay 😭 but enjoy! if i could write an entire robert slow burn fic, i would

You were wrapping up your shift when someone plopped on your desk. Already, you’re dreading the idea of having to do more work - your head is aching and your back is screaming from how unsupportive the office chairs were - but when you look up, you realize it’s just Prism and feel immediate relief.

“Hey girl, what’s up? I’m about to clock out,” you greet.

“Okay, you know that lame-o Roberto?” she points at his desk. He’s packing up his things and talking to Chase, who has his cute dog in his hands. Then a pink glove waves in your line of sight, obstructing your view.

Your gaze drifts back to Prism, who, all of a sudden, is amused. “He’s having a housewarming party,” she says in a sing-song voice. “And I know he’s been pathetically trying to flirt with you.”

You look at your lap and scoff. “No, it’s been purely professional. Robert’s not…he’s not into me.” You let out a breathy, nervous laugh. “I’m sure he’s not looking to add more to his growing HR violation list.”

Sure, he always greets you with a good morning or afternoon, but Robert does that with everyone. And he talks to you…and everyone else, too. His dog is always wandering into your space, and Robert, apologetically, has to collect him every time. He’s really just being nice and trying to keep his job like everyone else here.

Though you won’t lie - Robert is attractive. The sound of his voice makes every witty reply sound so smooth and, almost all the time, he gets a chuckle out of you.

He’s been the center of a dad bod discussion - you didn’t get it at first until someone proposed the idea of him looking like he was ready to be someone’s daddy.

But it also seemed like everyone had eyes on him, and he looked like he had eyes for someone else. Even if you put yourself on the waitlist, a world where Robert even looks at you romantically probably didn’t exist.

Prism looks at you like you just said you threatened to shit in your hands and start clapping. “Well, what I was going to say was that you are invited and have to bring a lamp or some shit tonight. And maybe some food. Everyone’s bringing one box of pizza. You know that boy is skinny as hell.”

You hold the top of your head and laugh. “Anyway, is there a dress code?”

“Ooh, are you trying to put on a little number for Robert?”

You roll your eyes. “No. I just don’t want to show up in my uniform.”

“Just come casual.” Then she leans in and lowers his voice. “Robert’s a loser, so you know he’ll lose his mind over anything you wear.”

You furrow your eyebrows as Prism hops off your desk. You don’t think he’d care so much. She bids you goodbye and makes you promise you’ll be there. You turn off your computer and start putting the things you need packed up together.

The sound of soft panting lets you know that Beef is on his way to your desk. You roll your chair back and immediately see your furry friend. The only difference is that a set of legs follows right behind him. You look up and see Robert, who waves at you.

“Good shift today?” he asks. Beef stops at your feet, and you reach down to pet his head.

“It was pretty decent,” you reply sweetly.

“Good to know.” Robert clicks his tongue to let Beef know it’s time to head out. “See you later.”

“Later.” You give him a small wave and in return, he grins, as he scoops up his dog.

Was your outfit too much?

In front of the mirror, you felt that it was appropriate - a black top with asymmetrical sleeves, jeans, and black flats. It wasn’t until you’re standing in front of Robert’s door, pizza in one hand and a duck nightlight in the other, that you start nitpicking at your outfit. Why were you letting Prism’s comment about Robert fuck with your head? You take a breath and knock on the door, accepting whatever fate.

The door opens, and Robert, still in his uniform, pokes his head through the opening. He’s about to say hello, but he almost chokes when he contextualizes it’s you standing in the hallway. He looks you over, slow and slightly stunned. You totally overdid it.

You stick the duck in front of you. “Here, this is for you -” “Hey, I didn’t know you -”

He lets out an awkward chuckle before stepping in front of the door. He seems slightly inebriated. “Sorry, you go first.”

You gesture with your head toward the lamp. “Prism told me to bring you a lamp. It’s more of a nightlight, but she said something about you needing a lamp.”

Robert let’s out a low ‘ahh’ as you explained. He then points at the pizza. “And she told you to bring pizza too?

“Yeah, she thinks you're too skinny,” you inform. He laughs a little harder now as he opens the door to his apartment. “I’ll let you know right now, my weight is fine. Come in.”

You step inside, and Robert closes the door behind you. You stop and observe that almost all of his heroes are here, in addition to Chase, Royd, and Blonde Blazer. He comes up behind you, which sends a chill up your spine. “Cold? He asks. You shake your head no.

His hand sits on your lower back. The weight of it is grounding - he might be stronger than you thought. Robert leads you to the counter, where there’s an array of lamps and drinks. So this was a group effort. Noted, you think to yourself.

“You can put the pizza there. Want me to open you a…” he pulls a pack of drinks towards him and reads the label. “Lemonade? Do you want a hard lemonade?” You nod yes as you place the food on the counter, and he starts searching for a can opener.

You continue to look around to see if you can name all of his team members when your eyes land on Prism, who is standing next to a bunch of boxes with whom you assume is Punch Up. When she senses you’ve seen her, she says something to the shorter man and starts mouthing something to you that you can’t even understand because she’s so far. All you can gather is that she’s jerking her head towards Robert, who is asking around for the can opener. You shrug helplessly..

Moments later, you feel someone against your back, making your breath hitch. A lemonade is firmly placed in front of you on the counter. “This is for you. Sorry for taking so long; someone was hogging the can opener.”

You contextualize that it’s Robert, but even then, you can’t seem to calm down. You grip the edge of the counter.

He leans close to your ear and talks in a hush tone.“So, between you and me, I didn’t plan any of this. They all just sort of came.”

It just gets worse. You absolutely want to melt. You don’t care that the party wasn’t planned or that everybody brought a lamp. You feel your belly doing jumping jacks, and his breath against your neck is not helping.

“Huh.” It really comes out as a breathy, involuntary moan from your lips. You quickly pull yourself together. “Yeah, yeah, definitely, thanks for the lemonade.”

Robert steps away from you and starts to leave. When he’s at the corner of the counter, he takes a beat. “You look great, by the way,” he says, before walking off.

You lift your drink as a thank you. Once he’s out of sight, you can’t help but curse under your breath. Why were you acting this way?

Of course, you don’t get a moment to breathe because Prism is sauntering up to you.

“‘It’s purely professional’, ‘He’s not into me’,” she mocks. “Bitch, I just want him to feel you up just now, and you looked like you were about to orgasm on the spot when he was talking in your ear.”

“He wasn’t feeling me up,” you try to sound defensive. “He was just handing me a lemonade.”

“What does whispering in your ear got to do with giving you a lemonade?” she deadpans. “He. Likes. You.” She points at Robert, who’s talking to Invisigal. For a split second, he looks over at you before turning his attention back to her.

“Okay, but he’s talking to her. So, what? He glanced at me. That means nothing when he’s with her,” you say.

Everyone noticed it at work. Sure, your friend thought that Robert was attentive to you, but everyone knew no one had Robert’s attention like Invisigal. On every shift you’ve worked, he always has to make time to talk to, or rather lecture her, or sometimes, you’ll catch her staring at him mindlessly. Oh, and the banter - no one was quite at Robert’s level of wittiness like her.

Prism takes your wrist. “Come on, I’ll prove it to you.” Before you know it, she’s marching you up to Invisigal and Robert. You would try and stop but decided against it as your friend was so much stronger than you. It wasn’t worth fighting.

The two immediately stop their conversation and take a few steps back to welcome you both in.

“Hey.” His voice is soft. “I was just telling Visi about the lamp you got me. Think it might be my favorite.”

You’re caught up on how he calls her Visi. “Oh. Nice,” you reply, somewhat dryly.

“A duck’s a cute concept,” Invisigal jumps in. You’re not sure what to say, as it’s not clear if she’s being serious or not.

“Wanna show it to me? And maybe your lamp too?” Prism asks her coworker. Invisigal makes a confused face but decides not to question anything. The two girls walk away, leaving you and Robert.

He gazes at you and you look down at your lemonade. “Wanna dance?” he offers.

You want to make things less awkward than they already are. “Sure.”

You both start to move; Robert’s a bit off beat and it almost throws you off.

“Here.” You guide one of his hands to your waist and you hold the available one. Your drinking hand rests on his shoulder. “I’ll do my best not to spill. Follow me.”

You sway together; it takes Robert a few minutes to figure his feet out until he’s in sync with you. His eyes remain on your face the entire time. When you’re comfortable, you wiggle your hand out of his grasp and bring your arm around to his neck joining the other one. His free hand finds your waist. Your faces are close but not dangerously close.

“Didn’t know you were much of a dancer,” he says, in a low voice.

Amused, you reply, “I didn’t know you could be so relaxed. You’re always so uptight.”

“Look around,” he gestures to the Z-Team, all sprinkled around the room.. “They’re why. On a normal day, I’d be lying on my floor.” He pauses. “In my underwear.”

You pout playfully. “Aw, is that what you were doing before your impromptu party?”

“Actually yeah. I don’t have much going on for me. No bed, no groceries. So, I sit around with my dog,” he says.

You hum at his response. “Well, if you ever need…want something to do, you know where my desk is. I’d be happy to get lunch with you.”

He smiles a knowing smile - one that screams ‘FINALLY’.

“We’re obviously not at the office, so I can’t walk up to your desk,” he starts, “would it be okay if I asked you out now? We could do something, preferably, outside office hours?”

You smile back, nerves and jitters completely gone. “I’d like that.”

[ye4gerism]

the idea of robert always being with chase as a kid…meaning he probably went to so many cookouts with him. for chase, it’s babysitting but for robert it’s the most exciting thing bc he gets good food and probably eats nothing interesting when his dad’s around.

and he knows all the cookout dances weirdly enough.

might write an x reader fic about this

[ye4gerism]

Be Good to Me

★ In which...48 hours after you hook up with Robert Robertson, your brother is hospitalized. Your relationship is in need of a diagnosis.

content ★ childhood friends, angst w/ happy ending, arguing, reconciliation, tension, during/post ep 8 + 9, reader is chase’s sister, poc friendly

author’s note ★ Hi! Thanks for the engagement on Work It Out. I wanted to write this as a follow-up because I realized the timing of Work It Out made absolutely no sense. I didn't realize that Robert's been living in the same apartment since Episode 1. But here's my attempt at fixing my mistake and also playing with some character stuff. I spent 15 minutes listening to Robert voicelines to capture his character...so I hope it helped. More things to come! Also, I totally did not choose an Ashley Tisdale song to be the title.

You were in the middle of helping a new hire with their article when you got the call.

Your brother ran.

The consensus was that he wouldn’t, but the one thing never clarified was what he would do in the case of an emergency. Chase had a big heart, so nobody ever had the guts to tell him not to sacrifice his life for anybody.

Robert tells you that a ‘hero’ went against his orders about a mission. She thought she was being helpful by pursuing a villain after work hours. She began to see the consequences of her actions, and your brother decided she was worth the risk.

The sight of Chase lying in a hospital bed, motionless, is the first thing you see when you push the sliding door open. You drop your bag, shimmy off your jacket, and kick off your shoes as you make your way over to him.

Any care for your knees was disregarded when you reached his bedside. You take hold of his hand; it’s cold but not deathly cold. For the first time, he’s quiet. His monitor has a steady beat. You’re already beginning to miss his stupid jokes, your petty arguments, and him reminding you to be careful. Everything is going to be okay…right?

Something shifts in your peripheral and you finally notice Robert across from you, seated next to him, his shoulders tight and body hunched over. “How long have you been here?” you ask in a hushed tone.

His eyes are focused on the floor. His jaw clenches when he has to provide you with a response. “I was…I was technically there. I told you one of my own went against my order. I was trying to safely get her out of the situation she put herself in, and you know.” He finally looks up. “I had to call for help.”

When Robert’s words start to make sense, you start to get up. “Which one of your heroes?” You don’t even know why you’re asking. What you’ll do with this information, you don’t know.

The name’s ready on his lips. “Inv-” Then he shuts his mouth like it’s a crime to give you what you asked for.

“Robert.” Your voice is shaky, and your fists are clenched. “Spit it out.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not going to tell you anything. What are you going to do if I tell you? Hurt her? You don’t even have powers.”

His comment stings…but it does because he’s right. All you had was a mic and a dream, and whoever this person was had nothing to lose. “Must be some bitch,” you say under your breath.

You stare at your brother. What the fuck were you going to tell your parents?

Robert gets up from his seat and circles to where you are, but stops. He keeps a distance between you and him, unsure of his next move, waiting for a green light to get close.

You turn to him with watery eyes - his green light.

“Hey.” He closes the gap between you and pulls you into a tight hug. Your cheek sat on his uniformed shoulder as you sobbed. When you can’t cry anymore, you give yourself some distance from his torso and look up at him. He holds your face, trying his best to wipe your tears with his thumbs.

He moves his hands from your jaw to your hips as he leans in. When you realize what he’s trying to do, you press your palms against his chest, setting a barrier between the two of you, and look away.

“Are you trying to kiss me right now?” Immediately, you’re disgusted. You sniffle before continuing.

“Look at my brother.” You point at Chase. “Look at him, Robert. He’s here because one of your so-called heroes decided to be selfish. Why couldn’t you keep her in line? Are you that much of a shitty dispatcher?”

Robert’s face falls, guilt settling in. Just 48 hours ago, he had you on his couch, wrapped around your finger. He rubbed your feet as he rambled on about planning the perfect first practical date: ice cream, a coffee run, or a dinner cooked by the two of you.

You scoff and push him away. “Get off of me.”

Robert freezes, his hands slightly raised. “Why are you mad at me?” The frustration builds up in his voice. “I didn’t do this!”

You turn away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Thanks for being here when it happened.” You take a breath. “ You can leave now.”

“Excuse me.” It lands as a command.. Robert steps around you, positioning himself in front of you so that you can’t avoid him.. “I’m not leaving. I want to be here for you both. I have to be here.”

“You’re not even family.” You immediately regret your choice of words as you’re aware Robert and Chase have been catching up for the past few months, like nothing had separated them in the first place.

Robert blinks. For once, he’s quiet. “You know what? Fine. Be that way.” He drags his past you, aiming to collect his bomber jacket from the chair he was sitting on. You let a deep breath out, trying to stabilize the buzzing, heated feeling in your face.

He walks past you, towards the sliding doors, without a word. On his way out, Robert slams the door, forcing them to jolt open a sliver.

You’re starting to regret giving him access to your body. You forgot how sensitive he was and thought he had outgrown it. If Robert wasn’t crying, he was angry. If he wasn’t angry, he was on some bullshit.

Your eyes drift from the door to your brother. Maybe you should come back tomorrow. There was still work to be done and no valid excuse to call out within the next 24 hours. And, simply, it was just too awkward with your conflict with Robert. You’ll be sitting here juggling worries between him and Chase.

You walk over to his side and press a long kiss on his forehead. “I’ll be back. Pinky promise.”

You could kill Robert. He and his little fucking team. And maybe strangle your brother, too.

Just a few days after your brother was hospitalized, you decided to use your PTO, as you just needed a moment to decompress. When you weren’t thinking about your brother, your mind found its way back to Robert. The audacity he had to slam that fucking door and to protect whoever Chase wanted to save.

And then that day in his apartment: the minute he lifted you onto that counter, you were putty in his firm hands. You melted under him like you had nothing to lose.

But evidently, his chokehold on you wasn’t enough. You’d rather daydream about Robert ruining a perfectly good couch than actually let him do it.

[Bobbie♥︎: can we talk?]

[Bobbie♥︎: i’m sorry]

[Bobbie♥︎: shouldn’t have stormed out on you like that]

[Bobbie♥︎: can you text me back?]

[Bobbie♥︎: we’re better than this]

[Bobbie♥︎: come on]

[Bobbie♥︎: all day i’ve been asking myself why i’m choosing to fight for you]

[Bobbie♥︎: i miss gou]

[Bobbie♥︎: please text me back]

[Bobbie♥︎: :,(]

[Bobbie♥︎: thinking of you. please call me.]

[Bobbie♥︎: i care about you]

[Bobbie♥︎: a lot]

That, among other things.

You will note that he missed one night of messages. You checked your phone all evening before realizing you were attached to his patheticness.

Next morning, same thing: no begging or pleading. Whatever.

You start with your morning routine: washing your face, brushing your teeth, and having coffee right after. Since you have the day off, you have time to sit and watch the news. You turn on your TV and punch in the numbers for your station.

‘RED RING VIOLENTLY TAKES OVER LA,’ you read. You see a co-worker, where you’d normally be seated, reporting that as of last night, the crime organization had begun terrorizing the city.

So… that’s why he wasn’t blowing up your phone. You immediately feel guilty as there’s a more important factor on the line. It wouldn’t hurt to return his texts.

[You: can you check on my brother?]

[You: i know you’re on the clock but since you’re there. i’d be appreciative]

You close your blinds, shut off your lights, and lower the volume of your TV as the last thing you wanted was additional trouble on your plate. The two that you had were enough for you.

You remained on that couch all day, awaiting a response from Robert. When things were not looking promising, you turned off your TV and went to bed early.

The next morning, you turn on your TV to see your brother’s face plastered on it. He’s in uniform…and blond. But he was alive. He was okay. You were confused, but he looked fine.

In the days that follow, you touch base with Chase over the phone. He was back on bedrest until his coworkers could work out a solution to keep him alive longer. You didn’t even bother asking why he was flying around and shit like there wasn’t an absolute problem on his hands.

“Okay, I just got home. I’ll call you again tomorrow before I head to work.” You wave goodbye to your brother before hanging up, then unlock your door and slip inside. You lean against the door and let out a long sigh before deciding to head to your room. You’re not even a quarter of the way there when there’s a knock at your door.

You huff, walking up to the door, not caring to look through the peephole. You open the door, eager to see who could bother you tonight.

You’re met by Robert with his face all scratched up. You look him over and get stuck on the flowers in his hand. He lifts them to your face - a peace offering. “These are for you.”

“How did you find my place? I never gave you my address,” you ask, pushing his arm away.

“I might have…I went through Chase’s stuff at work, and lo and behold, I found your address on some mail that he has.” He tries his best to sound like his usual, nonchalant self, but you can hear his voice quiver a bit.

What the fuck? You were having a good day, a great one, until he decided to show up. But…the dedication is flattering. “Goodbye, Robert.” You start to close the door when you hear low huffing and feet pattering. At your feet appears Robert’s nutritionally neglected dog that you’ve heard so much about.

“I assume this is Beef?” You let go of the door to crouch and pet him. “I get pictures of him all the time from Chase.” You pick him up, as he probably wasn’t going to head anywhere else with those tiny ass ankles.

Beef cuddles up against your chest, and you let out a little giggle. Robert can’t help but smile at the scene. You remember he’s standing there, and you’re not smiling anymore.

“I guess you can come in.” He takes a step towards you, and you put a hand out. “For five minutes,” you emphasize.

You step back so he can come inside. “I’ll trade the dog for the flowers. I have a vase I can put them in.”

You transfer Beef to Robert, who scoops him up with one arm. You take the flowers in the process and then point at the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You head to the dining area and place the flowers on the table, and for the first time, you realize that he got roses. “I wasn’t sure what your favorite flowers were, and I was trying to be as cheesy as possible,” he says from the couch. “Almost got chocolate in those heart-shaped boxes, too.” You don’t laugh.

You take the vase to the sink to fill it with water and observe how he looks at his dog with a slight frown.

“My favorite flowers are snapdragons,” you say, loud enough for him to hear.

You’re waiting for him to say something stupid, but instead you hear him repeating ‘snapdragons’ to himself.

You bring the vase to the table and put the roses in there before walking to the living room. There’s so much space on your couch - so you choose to sit all the way on the end.

You fold your arms. “Speak.”

“I’m sorry,” he starts, “I shouldn’t have slammed that door, and I shouldn’t have said you were powerless." Robert pauses and bites his lips, knowing that he’s forgetting something.

“Oh- and the kiss…or lack of. Point is, I’m sorry. I took advantage of your vulnerability, and I should have thought about it before going for it.”

Beef wiggles himself out of Robert’s hold and trots across the couch to your lap. You stroke the top of his head.

“I appreciate your apology. Sorry that I sort of lost my shit,” you reply.

He waves you off. “No, no, you were going through a difficult time and I wasn’t being as helpful as I thought I was.”

There’s an awkward moment. You’re more fixated on stroking with Beef’s back and Robert’s twiddling with his fingers.

You finally look up at him. “Listen, Robert, I really like you, but I don’t know…I know I look like I’m put together, but when it comes to you…I’m lost,” you let out. “We’ve been fighting since we were kids, and I think this is the first time you’ve ever apologized to me.”

He doesn’t say anything, but he’s looking at you - he’s listening.

“You know, the reason I stopped talking to you was because you told me to go fuck myself at your dad’s repast. Remember that?” you ask.

At that time, you weren’t on talking terms, but you still wanted to show up to celebrate your Uncle Robbie. Robert, rightfully so, was a mess. You wanted to do the right thing and talk to him, and that led to a separate conversation away from the grieving guest. He told you he planned to become Mecha Man, and you tried to discourage him from doing so, fearing he was ending his life prematurely.

He told you to go fuck yourself. You asked Chase if he could take you home.

It took you a few days, but you ultimately ended up telling your brother what happened.

“He tried to check in with you, as you know, but he wasn’t always excited to because of the way you spoke to me,” you finish.

He shifts closer until he’s right beside you and takes both of your hands. Beef looks up at both of you due to the sudden absence of your hand.

“I guess I’ve been screwing things over for a while now,” he says quietly. “And, it sounds like I have a legitimate problem that I’ve been avoiding. So, that’s not helpful,” he says. “I think about you a lot, and that might just be the sex talking.”

You try to pull your hands away, but he holds on tighter. “Wait. I want to know you. You were my friend before you became someone I hooked up with. I want to take you to ice cream and have late-night dinners after work.”

He kisses both of your hands. “I want to care for you and protect you and become the man you need me to be.” Then he pauses. “And if that’s not what you want, I won’t chase you. I’ll back off. Promises.”

You can’t help but laugh. “I will say, I was flattered by your dedication. It was nice to see your sensitive side.”

You stare at each other for a moment. Was this something you were willing to try? You had your work and now a hospitalized brother to focus on. Robert has all this baggage and things he hasn’t even discovered about himself yet.

“I see you’re thinking.” He lets go of your hands. “How about this? Let me work for it. That gives us both some more time to really think about it.”

“That…that doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” you answer. He squeezes your hands before letting go.

“Alright, come big guy, let’s go home.” He puts his hands out so that his dog can come back to him. Beef starts to move from your lap, and you realize you're not quite ready for Robert to go.

“You can stay.” You put a hand on Beef’s back. “I want to hear about these new cuts and why the hell my brother was blond just a few days ago. I don’t think he explained it to me quite well.”

You notice how his shoulders drop and just a hint of satisfaction creeps onto his face. “Okay, don’t get mad at me, but…”

[ye4gerism]

hi!

thanks for all the engagement on work it out! i want to make some more robert content - i have some fics in the drafts but i am experiencing a little bit of writer’s block lol.

my requests are open and i’m open to writing some robert drabbles and hcs!

[ye4gerism]

Work It Out

★ in which your childhood crush…friend reconnects with you after years of no contact and invites you to his new apartment for a tour. fortunately, his apartment isn’t the only thing you end up exploring.

content ★ 3.8k words. reminiscing…ok let me get to the point - you fuck. (aftercare included). after episode six. reader is chase’s sister. poc reader friendly

author’s note ★ okay, idk what chokehold robert has over me. this fic is set after episode six but as you can see chase isn’t in the hospital yet (but depending on how well this does, i might write a follow-up fic about that). tbh, i was just looking for a reason to practice writing smut. anyway…inbox is open (as always)

“Now…don’t laugh when I open the door.”

You trail behind Robert, an amused smile already spreading across your face. That was the nature of your friendship: you teased and he cried. The days of being twelve, riding your bikes, and sitting in a field of grass until your brother came running to pick you up and gave you both a stern lecture about staying out for too long.

You dread how the nostalgia tugs your heart and the consequences that came with it.

But cheers to new beginnings - it’s been years since you’ve seen your childhood crush. Friend. Robert was your childhood friend.

Robert pushes the door open. “Ladies first.” He gestures for you to step inside.

“How chivalr-” You cut yourself off as you take note of the bare yet full apartment. You're not too sure as there’s everything and nothing at the same time. There’s a pile of boxes pushed against the wall and a variety of lights right next to it. On the other side of the room is a couch.

“Robert…” You try your best to contain your laughter but it comes out as a sputtered mess. He shoots you a dirty look over his shoulder, growing annoyed, as he closes the door.

“You live like this?” you finally manage to ask through your laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he replies dryly. Robert tosses his keys on the counter and observes you inspecting his place.

“Why all these lamps? I’m so lost,” you continue, “No TV, no carpet, what’s going on here?”

“Do you want something to drink?” He ignores your teasing as he heads towards the fridge.

Your laughter starts up again. “You have drinks in that fridge? Robert, don’t tell me that’s where your paycheck is going towards.” You walk over to him, ready to tell him what you actually want. However, he’s already taking out two cans of beer. It’s probably all he has anyway.

He opens one up for you and shoves it in your face. “Drink this and shut up.”

“Did I hit a nerve…” Your teasing smile twists into a mischievous one. “…Bobbie?”

You earn an eye roll from Robert. “I wish I had a stupid nickname for you. Something to tease you about,” he says. “You’ve never had anything to be embarrassed about.”

You take a sip of your beer. “Oh, tell me how great I am.”

It’s his turn to smile and it seems genuine. “Well…you’ve always stood out,” Robert leans on the counter, “Never stuck to the status quo.”

You were a surprise - an unplanned one. In short, there was a huge age gap between you and your brother. Not only that, he got the powers and you didn’t. The world knew him as Track Star but to you, he was simply Chase.

You had two options: be a loser and sulk over not having powers or get the hell up and become a household name yourself.

As a kid, you made it your job to be the most unforgettable person in the room - involving yourself in activities ranging from dance classes, soccer, and student leadership.

But you found the most fun in building your confidence, by challenging Robert, who came off as quiet and babyish. His personality wasn’t what made you test him - you maybe had a small, minuscule, silly, little kid crush on him and maybe you wanted to show him you were capable of being his girlfriend.

As you grew up, your childish feelings for Robert subsided, and playing soccer and snatching up any leadership role you could became your priority. The older you got, the more your relationship withered away. To your friends, Robert was the guy you had play dates with. Then his dad died and your relationship was truly done for. When Robert first took on the mantle of Mecha Man, he made it very clear that he and he alone would continue his father’s legacy.

Even if you wanted, you didn’t have time to check on Robert - your brother was getting older.

You went to college, double majored in journalism and political science, and played soccer until you walked that stage to receive your diploma. Now, you sit on the morning and evening news decoding local, government, and superhero news.

“I wish I did that - go to college and the whole shabang.” There’s a sad look in Robert’s eyes. “I mean, I know I have my Associate’s but I’ll never have the chance to be on a campus like you were. Sometimes I’d look at your soccer team’s Instagram page and see a photo of you in action and think ‘damn, I should have stayed her friend’.”

He sees that your smile is widening. “Don’t laugh. I’m trying to be sentimental here.”

“I don’t think it’s funny.” You place your beer on the counter and take a step towards him. “It’s sweet…and affirming. My years of torturing you worked.”

You both share a laugh and the room falls silent. You find yourself staring at him. He was still cute, handsome now as an adult. He must be getting with all sorts of people nowadays. Your brother claims he’s less of a bitch and carries himself very well under pressure. “He’s a leader now,” you recall him saying.

His voice brings you out of your thoughts. “But I’m glad you’re here…that we can reconnect.” He straightens up and places his can of beer next to yours. “I see you on the news all the time but when I moved down here, I didn’t realize I could actually see you until your brother brought you up.”

It’s his turn to stare at you. You feel your cheeks heat up. “You watch the news all the time and it didn’t occur to you to reach out?”

“Like I said, you stand out. You’re unreachable.”

You say nothing, not wanting to argue. Then he starts to talk again.

“Well, to be frank, work is a lot and I don’t have a TV anymore, so don’t let what I said blow your head up,” he jokes. You hum in response, as you’re too distracted by his face.

Robert catches on and chuckles awkwardly. “What? Something on my face? Looking for something to pick on?”

You don’t want to admit that you’ve been admiring him. So you improvise. “These scratches…” You bring your thumb up to his chin and use it to analyze every angle of his face. “I thought you stepped down from-”

“I did,” he says firmly. He takes hold of your wrist. “It’s nothing.”

You free yourself from his grasp and cup his face. “You gotta be more careful…I thought you worked at a desk job and yet you have all these scratches…and you look so tired.”

Your noses almost touch and his air brushes your lips. You look away but notice something more. Your eyes lower as you let one of your hands trail down his neck, your fingers following his trail of bruises. Your hand stops at his chest and your remaining hand finds its place there. His chest is rising significantly and he’s breathing faster. Your eyes slowly look up at him once more; you want to feel lost but your body knows you’re concrete about your feelings.

“When did you become so caring?” he asks quietly.

All you manage to let out is a quiet, “Robert.”

He chuckles as he places his hand on your hip. “That’s the sweetest anyone’s ever said my name.”

His thumb finds your chin, pulling himself closer to your lips, kissing them.

At first, you were hesitant - weren’t you just talking about your childhood? Wasn’t he giving you an apartment tour? What prompted this? Does he like you? Has he always liked you? Or is he just looking to kiss someone?

But what the fuck - you’re kissing Mecha Man, you’re kissing the guy who you were infatuated with all those years ago. You give in and press your lips harder against him.

This continues for a while until you feel Robert pulling away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just…” He presses himself against you to reach the beers on the counter. You hear him slide the cans over. Then you feel like your heart is about to drop from your ass when he lifts you onto the counter. “Just wanted to play with levels,” he clarifies.

You lean forward and your lips meet again. He slips his tongue into your mouth and suddenly it's your turn to pull away.

“When did you get so strong? You were always the weak one and…and…didn’t you sit in a robot for most of your career?” you question. You take this as an opportunity to feel up his biceps.

Robert squeezes your hips.“Oh, you wound me.”

“Okay, well if you aren’t doing-”

“I work out, smartass.” He shakes your hands off his arms and starts to unbutton his uniform top, further showing off his defined body, decorated in scars and bruises. You lean forward and kiss his nose as you let one hand roam his bare chest.

“Thank you…for all…your hard work,” you said quietly in between kisses. Your lips find his cheek, his left ear, his jaw.

He holds your shoulder and gently pulls you away. “I’d feel even more grateful if you took something off too. I can’t be the only performer here.”

You scoff, teasingly. “And what am I supposed to take off, my pants?”

“Preferably.” The dumbest smile appears on his face. You push him away with your foot and begin to strip away your cardigan.

“You didn't even take your shirt off,” you point out. Robert shrugs and slips the button-up shirt off his body. He holds a finger up, silently letting you know to “wait for it”. He unbuckles his belt, then his pants. You watch as he purposely takes a hundred years to unzip his pants. He finally pulls them down, revealing black boxers, and somewhat struggles to get out of them, earning a giggle from you.

He walks towards you and settles himself between your legs once again. You cup his face. “We’re doing this?” you ask, “l haven’t seen you in years and the first thing you’re going to do is fuck me?”

“Well, I don’t have to if you don’t want to. No pressure-”

You cut Robert off with yet another short kiss. When you pull away, you ask him to help you with your clothes. He doesn’t hesitate and slips off your top and your jeans. All you’re left with is a pink lacy bra and matching panties.

“You always dress like this?” He asks innocently, pushing your knees closer to your chest.

“Only when the opportunity to fuck Mecha Man arises,” you respond smugly.

He scoffs before once again finding your lips. As he kisses you, Robert lets his pointer and middle finger rub against your clothed clit, making it throb instantly. The faster he goes, the sloppier your kisses get.

He shifts your panties to the side and slips two fingers into you, slowly dragging them in and out. You pull away from the kiss and bring yourself closer to him. You whisper expletives in between hitched breaths over his shoulder.

“So sensitive…” he mutters, “Not even going that fast.”

Robert picks up the pace, making you squirm. You try to close your legs but he immediately pulls his fingers out of you and a mewl escapes your lips. He pushes your left leg open and pulls his torso away from his body. You balance yourself on your arms.

“Don’t do that again,” he growls.

You watch as he slightly lowers himself between your thighs. He slips your underwear (and you’re grateful he’s not one of those freaks that just tears it off. Good underwear is hard to come by).

He drags his tongue over your slit before slipping his fingers back in and continuing his quick pace. You can’t help but let your head hang back and whimper as everything feels tighter. “Robeeert…fuck...I…”

Robert pulls his fingers out of you, seemingly sensing that you were close, and stands up straight. “Never heard my name moaned like that,” he says casually. He watches you as he sucks on his wet fingers. You’re trying your hardest to be patient but the more you sit on the counter, the more eager you are for him to fuck you.

“I’ve always been told my name isn’t moanable,” he continues.

You groan as you now completely understand he’s screwing with you. Robert walks over to the side of the counter and wraps one arm under your thigh and the other around your back and under your arm. He holds you bridal style and carries you to his sorry ass blue couch.

“You picked this out?” you tease. It isn’t a bad couch - it was comfortable - but this wouldn’t be a hangout without you making fun of Robert at all hours.

You start sitting up on the couch but pause as you watch Robert pull his boxers down, revealing his length. He wasn’t scary looking and you weren’t disappointed. Robert had to be about five inches, six even.

“The couch was a gift,” he replies, “I don’t mind it.” He walks away from you and back into the kitchen area. You sit up, curious about his next move.

It takes Robert about five minutes to come back. He waves a square mint green package in the air. He rips the top half with his teeth and sputters the ripped piece out of his mouth before taking out the condom. “Can’t afford to have any kids, especially if I can't afford a couch you might approve of,” he says. He rolls the condom down his shaft.

“Okay, I see my disapproval of this couch really rubs-.” Robert lifts you again and puts you on your side, making you yelp. He lies on the couch and presses his torso against your backside. You feel him navigating his way to your slit and when you find that he isn’t successful, you help him by putting him in the right spot.

Immediately, he thrusts into you. “Thanks,” he whispers in your ear. His arm is wrapped around your waist and his lips leave kisses behind your ear.

Your arm snakes behind you and you’re not sure if you’re holding onto his shoulder or his jaw. You weren’t sure of anything to be honest. His name is a chant, a prayer even. Robert, Robert, Robert until it’s just Rob, Rob Rob.

Robert’s mouth remains near your ear; you can hear all his moans and illegible dirty nothings as he continues to stroke inside of you. You pant and cry until you finally reach your breaking point.

You’re breathing heavily and you can hear Robert sighing right next to you - he must have reached his limit too. You whine his name and caress whatever body part you may be holding on to. Patiently, you wait for him to pull out of you.

Eventually, he does. You’re ready to tell him that he’s amazing and that you missed him so much until you realize you’re being shifted on your back. Robert climbs on top of you, adjusts your legs to either side of him, and penetrates you once more.

Instinctively, you grab onto Robert’s face and take note of how many freckles are on his face and how brown his eyes are.

“Missed you so much,” he growls. His cadence starts steady. “How lucky am I…” he continues, “…that I get to do this.”

Then it’s erratic. He lowers himself against you and you wrap your arms around his neck, as he moves frantically inside you. You grab his hair and cry his name out once more. You climax and you’re sure this last one you can manage.

Robert lies on you, only for just a second, and then gets up off of you. His breathing is lighter than it was before but it’s still evident that he put in the work.

He offers you his hand. “Let me help you out.”

You muster up the energy you can to get up off the couch. Its appearance is evident from what just happened. “Hopefully, you can afford to get your couch cleaned up.”

“Hey, I’m broke, but I’m not that broke,” he retorts. He leads you to the bathroom. “You’re welcome to use the shower - just not too much water though. I’m prioritizing the bill over the couch.”

“Cheapskate,” you tease. “What happened to all your inheritance money?”

Robert ignores your question. “I’ll grab you a towel and something to wear.” He’s about to head out when he turns around and gives you one more look over. He steps forward and tugs on the strap of your bra. “I wish I got to take this off.” Then his fingers find the lacy party on the cup. “So pretty.”

You unbuckle your bra, slide it off, and dangle it in front of him. “Put it with my stuff, will you?”

His eyes shift between your chest, the bra, and your face before quietly taking it and exiting the bathroom.

You lock the door behind him and lean against it. You get a glimpse of your image in the mirror. “I just fucked Mecha Man…Robert Robertson,” you whisper to no one in particular. It takes you a few minutes but you muster up the energy to step inside his shower.

You’re standing in Robert’s living room, smelling like Old Spice (flavor: Swagger), in a towel.

He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek. “I brought you some lotion. Maybe that’ll balance out the Old Spice?”

You laugh. “I don’t mind, I’ll be going home soon. No one will know that I smell like Robert Robertson.”

“Whatever that means.” He then waves a menu and a bank card in your face. “I’m gonna take a shower too. Order whatever you want. It’s on me.”

Robert places one more kiss on your cheek before leaving. You turn around and see the clothing he picked up for you on the couch and Jergens Ultra Healing on top of them. You needed to get out of here immediately.

Nevertheless, you lather yourself up in his lotion and slip on his East Los Angeles College tee and grey basketball shorts. You walk over to the kitchen counter where your clothes are neatly folded and your bag is set next to it. You fish for your own wallet. Normally, you wouldn’t pay for any guy’s food but Robert just wasn’t any guy; you’d do him this favor just once (…and maybe ten more times if he keeps fucking you like he did today).. You open the menu, learning that it’s from a Chinese takeout place nearby, and see he’s circled something to order.

“Jalapeño Beef…okay but with what rice?” you mutter to yourself. You look over the menu and decide on what you want before finishing Robert’s. After three minutes, you decide you want to do the Jalapeño Shrimp with brown rice. You figured he wouldn’t mind brown rice, 1) because he’s so clearly fit and 2) seems like he'd do anything nowadays with his sorry fridge.

You call to place an order. 45 minutes is the ETA. You head over to the couch and spread the towel you were using over the seat. You take out your phone and start to scroll through multiple social media apps, switching every two minutes. You were so distracted; all you could think about was Robert. How he made you cry and squirm…how he held you.

Your thoughts are interrupted by an incoming text from your brother.

[Old Head: Are you home yet?]

[Old Head: Did tou have a good playdate with the stupid little bastard?]

Oh, he had no idea.

Robert eventually comes back, in just a set of grey joggers. “Food’s on its way?”

You tuck away your phone and nod. “Hope you like brown rice.”

He makes a face, a disgusted one. “We’re getting Chinese and you ordered brown rice? Who are you?”

Good thing you used your card instead of his. “You could probably eat a little bit healthier, Bobbie,” you point out. “You’re not still eating Twinkies, are you?”

He scratches his neck sheepishly. “You caught me.”

You pat on the space next to you, gesturing for him to sit and he does so. Robert fake yawns, stretching his arms and wrapping one around your shoulder, pulling you close.

“Brown rice is good for you, Robert.” You run your hands over his abs. “It’ll keep you nice and strong.”

Your statement earns you a smirk. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea all of a sudden.”

His scars catch your attention again, so you start to trace them. You both sit in silence; Robert simply watches you as you try to wrap your brain around the past few hours.

Thinking doesn’t help, so you confess. “You know, when we were kids, I had a little crush on you.”

He takes hold of your wrist. “I had a feeling,” he replies matter-of-factly.

“Oh really?” You ask. “How?”

“I used to complain to my dad that you were always trying to one-up me and that sometimes you’d get mean about it. And then he’d say,” Robert then puts on a deep voice mimicking his father, “If she’s being mean to you, she must like you. Now, suck it up and be a man, boy.”

You burst out laughing, as you could hear Mr. Robertson’s voice. You place your head on his shoulder. “Obviously, that wouldn’t fly today…I kind of miss him.”

“A lot of shit he said wouldn’t fly today,” Robert replies. He unwraps his fingers from your wrist and lets his hand sit on top of yours.

“I remember asking your brother if you liked me, just to confirm. I think he got confused…he cussed me out. Something along the lines of I’ll never get to know you that way and if I did, he’d twist my balls. And then he called me a little shit. I was eleven.”

You snort. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Robert.” That one hundred percent sounded like something Chase would say. “He’d kill me if he knew what we just did.”

“You’re an adult…he’s…a super old adult. He’ll understand,” Robert says casually.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m his sister. He just wants the best for me.”

Robert lifts his head slightly to get a better look at your face. “Are you insinuating I’m not good for you?”

Your mouth hangs open, trying to find the best words. “Well…maybe…take me on a real date and…perhaps I’ll change my mind.”

Robert looks up and hums, a thoughtful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I could work with that.”

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thinking of wag y/n and baseball player eren

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ok literally rewatching aot and i’ve lowkey been having an eren phase. i’ve always wanted to write for him - and personally i feel like celeb au’s fit him so well :3 (in my celeb!jean draft, he’s a singer)

EREN (and zeke) who is insanely talented in the arts. he has a large interest in music and film. his dad wanted them both to be doctors but 🧍🏾‍♀️ eren probably ends up at like NYU or UCLA for school

EREN who finds so much popularity on social media. immediately everyone’s crush. he does silly little tiktoks with zeke to promote his music

EREN works with zeke to produce his music

EREN (and zeke) who reach celebrity status over night and sudden grisha is so proud of his sons and goes around bragging about how he’s responsible for their careers

EREN who is looking for a publicist because he and zeke are building their team. he and zeke interviewed so many people but he really felt a connection with you. you were serious about having a career in media and he found you beautiful. he has to try to convince zeke that it isn’t about your looks.

EREN who tries to find a moment to talk to you about social media posts or what pictures that getty images make him look good.

EREN who tries to get Zeke to tell you subliminally to give eren a chance. he ends up telling you straight up that eren wants you.

EREN who gets rejected after you find out. something about not dating clients.

EREN who ends up getting a confession from you within the same week. you admit you like him back but were concerned about the type of relationship you’d have. after much conversation, you start a relationship in private and managed to keep it under wraps until someone from eren’s camp leaked your relationship to the press.

EREN who has a shit ton of crazy fans that are angry that he isn’t single. He ends up helping you move out of your apartment into his for your safety.

EREN who enters a serious relationship with you. you stop being his publicist and started working with other celebs. Eren finally acknowledges you as his girlfriend to the public.

EREN who proposes on new year’s eve because he’s dramatic like that. he pulls you away from a new year’s party with other musicians, actors, etc and the minute the clock strikes twelve, you’re engaged

now if i actually wrote something like this, would you guys be down to read it? should it be a full blown story? some oneshots? headcanons?

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i may or may not be writing this fic atm

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THE PEOPLE YEARN FOR MORE JEAN X READER ‼️‼️

THE PEOPLE WANT TO STICK TO THEM BOOKS ‼️‼️‼️

hi!

thank you for your ask lol😭 i didn’t know people actually liked STYB

as you might have already noticed, i have been away and i totally forgot to update you guys here on tumblr. i’m always on tiktok, so you can find more updates about my work on there.

i’m heading back to school and i need to lock in and focus on this degree (i am sticking to my books lol). so, STYB is on a hiatus until winter/spring. my beta readers are also in school too and i want to respect their time!

i’ll be writing unedited chapters during the school year and most definitely will finish STYB when i’m away. hopefully, if i stick to my plan, STYB can have a smoother release schedule to look forward to.

chapter 5 isn’t on tumblr bc i didn’t want to go through all that coding but it can be read here on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66674455/chapters/177764936

i’ll probably upload some jean x reader headcanons here (but it’s unlikely as i like fics more than headcanon posts) but if you seriously want some more, please feel free to hit my inbox again!

[ye4gerism]

hi guys! i was on vacation this past week and did not upload a chapter for styb. i plan to publish a chapter sometime this week or maybe a double chapter next week. idk yet.

but i was curious if anyone wanted to be apart of a taglist to get updates on the chapter as they come out!

my requests are open and i’ll be positing soon!

taglist | series masterlist

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Stick to Your Books

★ chapter four. in which you attend a frat party with jean….things immediately go to shit. previous chapter.

content ★ college au, frat party, alcohol, first kisses, fake dating, black reader friendly

author’s note ★ hi guys. i actually hate frats oml. i’ll never write a frat chapter again. series masterlist.

"Anonymous" 2hrs

EDR THROWING TONIGHT. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

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Tonight was the big night; EDR was throwing. Epsilon Dionysus Rho, as they were formally known, was one of the most sought-after fraternities at U of P - whether you wanted to be a part of it, if you wanted to get with one of the brothers, or even be allowed into one of their parties.

You and Hitch were getting ready together. You had tried to avoid conversation with her due to yesterday's events as she and Marlo had put you in the strangest situation. You know that feeling of a sneeze building up but never actually sneezing? That’s how you felt with her in the room. Hitch was itching to speak to you, as she tried to encourage a conversation today. She had offered to do your makeup but you respectfully declined.

"I think I got it tonight." You don't look at her, instead focusing on setting out the makeup you had. Hitch stands by your desk sheepishly for a moment before going to sit at her own.

Between the shopping trip and now, you figured that putting Hitch at a distance would be appropriate. Your situation with Jean was not only official but temporary and you didn't need her getting in your head or your business, especially if she wasn't going to play nice.

Oh. And her fuck ass boyfriend, Marlo. What the hell was his problem?

"I saw you eating breakfast with your little friend."

"It's just that you're really smart, you know? You don't need to date a guy to get a job you know you can get on your own."

"I just don't think he deserves all that."

Where was all of this extra attention coming from? You huff at the thought and shake your head before starting your makeup. If there was a word to describe your predicament it'd be 'ridiculous'; what are the odds that all this would happen to you?

You finish up, satisfied with your look. At the most perfect time, you get a text.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ jean kirstein in the lobby. should i come up?

y/n better if i meet you down there. i'll be quick

You get up from your desk and grab a small, black, leather purse hanging off one of the sides of your bed. You open it, making sure you have everything you need: lip gloss, I.D., body mist, keys, pepper spray.

All good to go. The only thing, or rather person, you planned to leave behind was your roommate. You weren't going to let Hitch ruin your second party for you. You walk up to the door and begin to turn the knob.

"Hey, wait! Marlo isn't here yet," you hear her call out.

You look over your shoulder and stare straight at her. “Jean’s waiting for me downstairs. I’m going out with him.”

Tonight, you had opted for a white halter neck corset top, a jean skirt, and a pair of tennis shoes you couldn't care less about. Putting on the clothes was like putting on a different identity; you weren't Y/N but rather the Girlfriend. But what was her name? Did that title define who she was? You don't know why Jean and Mikasa separated but you wonder if the pressure of the title was a factor.

Probably not. She was - correction - she is Mikasa Ackerman. Calm and confident defined her. It must have been something Jean did, because how do you lose a girl like her?

You finally reach the lobby and see Jean and Connie standing together. As you get closer, you observe how other students, probably on the way to the same party, gawk at both of them. Jean finally spots you and his eyes light up. You could help but smile and wave.

"You look good," Jean says when you reach them. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and leans down. When his eyes close, you realize what's happening: your first kiss with Jean. You close your eyes too but do nothing with your lips. His lips gently sit on yours and you find yourself pressing against his. His lips feel soft - like he actually took care of them. You could feel a little bit of glide as you tried your best to make the kiss look believable. Did he have a little bit of chapstick?

You pull away and you both stare at each other for a moment. Did he feel it too? The feeling of your heart jumping? Your breath escaping your lungs?

Then you remember: this is a façade. It was all for show. He probably didn’t feel shit.

“Hi Connie.” Your voice is shaky.

Connie stands close by, hands in his pocket. He doesn’t look convinced, or at least he doesn’t look that way in your eyes. “Is he bothering you?” he jokes. Your heart settles.

“I'm a little confused - I thought you guys met last week? Kissing already?” the boy questions. Your heart picks up again. You have your story but you don't have anything to explain the kissing. He then lightly punches Jean on the arm. “Kirstein, you fucking dog! At least let the relationship marinate before all the lovely shit. She’s not your girlfriend yet, right?”

Jean’s quiet but his eyes are wide. He looks over at you, as if he were looking for an answer in your eyes. However, you’re equally as lost.

“Right…” he answers, uncertain. “I guess I’m getting too excited.” Jean puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezes you close. “Sorry about that.”

There were so many obvious holes in your story. Yes, you had agreed to be his fake girlfriend but you also met exactly a week ago. Some parts of this plan needed revision.

You’re about to ask Jean and Connie if they’re ready to go but your eye catches the sight of another individual - Marlo. He brushes past your group but not without taking a quick look at you. Just problem after problem. Why didn’t you pre-game? Why weren’t Jean and Connie pre-gaming? Weren’t they the professionals?

“We should go. This residential hall is making me break out in hives,” Connie jokes.

As Connie turns around, Jean tells him to shut up. He offers you your hand and you take it. Your hold is a little tight, making Jean pause. “You alright?” he whispers. You swallow your spit and put on a brave face before nodding.

You finally arrive at the very packed EDR house. The walk there had to be the most draining walk you’ve ever had - not because it was far, but the thought of cleaning up had you stuck. By the time you walk inside, you’re ready to find where the drinks are. You didn’t get to drink a lot last week and figured if Jean were by your side, you’d participate a little. You’re ready to follow Connie to wherever the hell he was going, sliding between girls under bright flashing lights, but you’re pulled back by Jean.

Your back hits his front and his hands lock your arms against your body. He bends down, his lips grazing your ear. His entire presence sends a shudder down your entire body. “Let’s lay off on PDA tonight. Connie’s right, we only met a week ago. Just do everything at 10%.”

“Jean, what does that even mean? This was all your idea, remember?” you say back.

Jean’s grip on you loosens but doesn't move. “Just…just figure it out,” is all he can manage. He leads you into the crowd until he spots Connie and some other guys. When you reach the group, you realize it’s Reiner, Porco, and Floch from the other night.

“Hey fellas,” Jean greets. His hands find your waist, “You might remember this beautiful lady from the other night.”

“Yeah…” Floch hisses. He looks at you like he wants to kill you.

“Oh, I didn’t know Hitch’s quiet little friend was the same girl who threw her drink at you,” Porco elbows the ginger. The guys chuckle and Floch’s annoyance increases.

“And I was right about her too…what are you? Some fucking groupie? How do you even know Jean?” he hits back. You freeze. You knew he was mad but was that needed? His comments incite multiple ‘woah’s from his teammates who all take a step towards Floch to reprimand him some more. You stand awkwardly behind the group as their voices draw attention from others.

You look around you, hoping to find another familiar face. You recognize a freckled face moving through the crowd and you start to feel hopeful. Separating yourself from the drama you make your way up to here. “Ymir?” you call out.

She stops and looks over the crowd before locking eyes with you. “Y/N!” Ymir moves over to you and takes your hands. “Hi! You’re here!” She looks over at the group of lacrosse players still arguing. Ymir rolls her eyes and decides to take you into the crowd. You look over your shoulder, looking for Jean but he’s too focused on going off on Floch.

Ymir leads you outside and you begin to realize how hot the EDR house was. “The air feels so good,” you say with an exhale in your voice. Ymir walks you over to a table with three beverage dispensers. “Jungle juice?” she asks, “I had some earlier. I’m fine. Just a little tipsy.” You look at her then the dispensers. “You also don’t have to!” she clarifies.

“Fuck it, I’ll have some jungle juice.” You grab a red solo cup and pull the tab of the dispenser and pour yourself about a quarter of alcohol. You take a sip and turn to Ymir. “Not bad,” you say.

Ymir gestures for you to follow her and she takes you over to another side of the lawn, where you observe a few other individuals seated. You only recognize one face - Historia’s. “Hi Y/N!” she greets, “I didn’t know you were coming. Where’s Jean?”

“Inside with some of his teammates,” you reply. You take a look at the ground for a quick second and observe all the solo cups on the ground. Do the EDR guys clean all of this up after every party? What a pain.

“Y/N, this is Annie, Bertholdt, and Armin. Annie’s a tennis player and Bertholdt’s on the basketball team,” Ymir explains as she points to each respective person.

“So are all of you athletes?” you joke, “You were all born little super humans?”

Armin, the blond, seated with a grey boxy tee on and arms crossed, shakes his head. “I don’t…I actually manage the media for the lacrosse and baseball teams.” You sigh and sigh of relief and everyone around you starts to laugh. “I do play club golf. So, I am a bit of an athlete.”

“Should I do a sport too? Is it too late?” you ask, half jokingly. It didn’t sound like a bad idea - getting active, traveling to different parts of Paradis, built-in friends.

“I mean you used to dance, right? Dance team’s pretty decent and I don’t mind putting in a good word for you if you wanna cheer,” Historia offers. “Regardless of what you choose, you’ll still end up cheering for Jean on the sidelines.”

Ymir pokes your sides. “Ooohh…lovebirds?” You swat her hand away.

Bertholdt furrows his eyebrows. “Lovebirds?” Fuck.

“Yeah, Jean and Y/N are lovey-dovey. Always eating together and going out. Aren’t you, Y/N?” Historia continues.

You purse your lips trying to make up a response. “We’re…we’re just talking,” you simply say.

Armin and Annie, the other blonde (so many fucking blondes) share a knowing look. “Didn’t Jean just break up with Mikasa? You know it’s a little weird to start plotting on someone who just got out of a relationship?” Annie asks.

“Who said I’m plotting? What the fuck? I just met you.” You feel an uncomfortable hole in your stomach. You weren’t big on confrontation and like you just said, you just met all of these people. What do you do when one of these individuals decides to give you the Floch treatment?

“Sounds pretty guilty to me,” Annie continues. You did feel a little guilty but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Was it because you were doing such a shitty job at being a fake girlfriend and the holes in your story were getting bigger every second?

You chug whatever’s left of your jungle juice before looking at Ymir. “I’m gonna head out. I don’t want to be ‘a little weird’ and ruin the mood,” you say. “Nice meeting all of you.” You don’t give Ymir a chance to say anything as you immediately turn on your foot to return to that hot ass house.

What the fuck was that bitch trying to say about you? That you were weird and not some ‘girls girl’? What the hell! It’s not like the guy has publicly claimed you as his girlfriend. And is she giving him any trouble about any of this? You work your way around the house, trying to find a table or the kitchen in hopes of finding that box wine you wasted on fucking Floch last week.

As you continue to look around for another thing to drink, you finally catch Jean. He looks like he’s supposed to be having a conversation with someone but he’s looking off into the crowd. Was he looking for you?

You attempt to look closer and as you do, it becomes clear - he’s looking at her.

The sight of Mikasa talking to another guy had him in a trance and you were quickly reminded that he’s only known you for a week. Whatever seemingly romantic interactions you’ve had with him don’t compare to being with her for years. You look over to see if she’s noticed him and to your surprise, and slight annoyance, it looks like she has that same look of yearning. She looks at the guy and later pretends to be distracted by the crowd - it’s a whole routine.

So you had a few options: let them share this moment as you look dumb and lost in Jean’s arms or look like the girl who’s so excited she bagged an athlete and kiss him right here, right now.

At this moment, is he yours or hers?

You say a bunch of ‘excuse me’s and ‘coming through’s until you reach Jean. You tug on his hand and he looks down at you, startled by your presence. “Y/N,” he says loudly, “Where have you-”

“Shut up!” You grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You’re not sure what you’re doing. Are you supposed to put your tongue in his mouth? Jean quickly pulls away from your grasp.

“Are you okay? What are you doing?!” he questions. You don’t answer as your focus is now on Mikasa, whose face is unreadable. Is she disgusted? Does she think you’re desperate? Her face finally changes - it looks like she laughed…and that guy is looking over too.

You feel stupid. Embarrassed. Like there’s a hole growing in your belly. Why did you do that?

“I’m going home,” you say to no one in particular.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Jean cups his ear in your direction. You push past him and try to find your way to the front. You hear him calling your name but you don’t mind him. You made it outside to the front where rejected students are either lingering around or begging to get in. You don’t hear Jean yelling for you anymore - you must be in the clear.

You walk away from the EDR house and as you begin your journey, you’re not sure if you want to cry. What the fuck just happened?

“Y/N.” You stop walking, and your heart almost stops. You look over your shoulder and it’s just Jean. Feeling safe, you start your trek. “Y/N,” he tries again.

“You were looking at her. I was gone and you were looking at her. Why weren’t you looking for me?” you start.

You hear him sigh. “I told you to take the PDA down a notch. So…I assume you found someone to hang out with,” Jean replies.

“Oh, I found some people. I got introduced to her fucking friends! Your friends, Ymir and Historia, let it slip that I was seeing you and it didn’t go over so well with them.”

Jean doesn’t say anything and you choose not to follow up either. You’re closer to your dorm and you’re so ready to shower and end this night.

“Why did you kiss me?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You stop walking and turn around. “Why were you looking at her?” For the first time this night, you finally get to look into his eyes, which reflect a mixture of confusion and guilt.

“Listen, I know she's your ex. And I know this whole ordeal is for your image and an internship you promised me," you start, "But is this plot also to make her jealous? Because now, I’m frustrated.”

And a little jealous.

Jean stares at you, guilt rushing from his eyes to his face.

"I don't want to do this if I'm only being used to make Mikasa Ackerman jealous."

You open your bag and take out your keycard. “Let me know what you think. Good night, Jean.” You start to walk away before Jean comes up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around. He holds you firmly in place.

"What are you-"

"Be quiet," he responds lowly. Jean inches closer to your face before capturing your lips with his. The kiss starts off soft. Just his lips enveloping yours over and over again. His hands find a spot on your waist and later one goes to your back and pulls you closer. Your hands rest on his chest.

This isn't something you do every day. In fact your last kiss was in high school with this random idiot who only Goddess Ymir knows what he's up to now.

He's rougher now. You start to panic when you feel his tongue entering your mouth. It's sudden. It makes you gag. You recoil and push as hard as you can on his chest and he gets the memo, pushing himself away from you.

"Jean..." you breathe.

"I'm sorry-"

"No kissing outside of your little events...remember?" you remind him quietly.

Jean takes a step back. His hands are stuck to his sides and he's unsure of where to look. He opens his mouth, "Maybe I should..."

"Kiss me again," you finish. You didn’t want to remember this night on a bad note. You just wanted one thing to go right.

His eyes land on you once more and they're wide. "That's not what I-"

"Kiss me again," you repeat, determination present in your voice. You take a step toward him and reach your hands up to your face. Jean concedes, meeting you halfway. He pecks your lips and he does it over and over again until your kisses are less organized.

You pull away first again and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “We need to practice your kissing skills. You’re obviously not experienced.” Compared to when he picked you up, this kiss felt more intentional. You wanted to do it over and over again. Secretly, you hoped he actually wanted to practice.

“Well, we all aren’t certified kissing professionals like you, I guess.” You roll your eyes. “I can walk back from here. Good night, Jean.” You take a moment to look at him - his messy hair, the stupid sparkle in his eyes - before turning around and finishing your journey back to your dorm.

“Hey Y/N?” Jean calls out. “I’m sorry.”

You stop to look at him. You’re not sure what to say back. So you smile. Smile and wave.

"Anonymous" 15m

Eren and Mikasa confirmed???

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[ye4gerism]

Before I Let Go

★ in which you bring jotaro along to a grad party cookout

content ★ meeting the family-ish, college, post-part 3, cookout/barbecue, black reader

author’s note ★ i love that 4th of july cookouts are never actually about the 4th of july. anyway, i’m still on this jotaro high (requests are open jotaro stans😛)

★ you were dating this guy from japan - jotaro kujo. he was probably the hottest STEM major you knew. you met him during orientation week. out of everyone he met that first week of school, you were the one he found himself coming back to. your relationship lasted all of freshman year.

★ jotaro lets you know that he’s heading back home for the summer and wants to spend time with you before he goes. and you have the perfect idea.

⤷ “my baby cousin is having a grad party. it’s gonna be a cookout. you barbecue back home, right?” you ask him. Jotaro takes a moment to answer. “To be honest…not really. Cooking isn’t my mom’s strong suit,” he admits.

★ and so you drag him down to your cousin’s house the weekend the the grad party. everyone is all over him because he’s so handsome. the minute he gets settled, someone wants to ask him if he has a brother.

★ your male family members obviously have to make sure he’s the right guy for you…and obviously this is tested through a series of card games…which, weirdly enough, jotaro wins them all.

⤷ “when did you get so good at card games? you can’t master Uno but you can play spades?” you question. jotaro simply smiles at you and shrugs.

★ he eats like he’s never eaten before. every second, jotaro has a new plate of SOMETHING. hotdogs, ribs, hamburgers, ANYTHING.

⤷ he packs one plate for the next day as he plans to go home as soon as possible.

★ he’s really shy when it comes to dancing. for like two seconds, you’re trying to teach him a line dance and he sits down and says something about being “too full to dance”.

⤷ but jotaro loves the sight of you dancing with your cousins and how hard you laugh when you mess up.

★ you feel like jotaro earned your family’s approval as he blended in so well and he clearly loved your family and the experience he just had.

⤷ “can’t believe i’ll be gone and you’ll go to more of these,” he says sadly. you laugh and kiss his cheek. “come home early and we can go to more cookouts together.”

[ye4gerism]

i have this 3k words, post-part 3, pre-part 4 jotaro x reader fic that i just wrote about him becoming jolyne’s dad but i’ve never written anything like it b4 so idk