౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who applied for the job to afford living day to day while in college and accidentally became a valued worker to the company

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who, surprisingly, runs her team like the navy. wait time is low, food is as fresh as it can get, and no one’s openly slacking off

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who complains about her job every chance she gets, but clocks in on time, picks up shifts, and is the managers favorite employee

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who HATES training new ppl. nothing against them, she just has 0 patience, and everything she knows is so second nature that it’s hard for her mind to teach someone while also managing the store/team

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who either has the best, or worst, customer service, there’s no in between

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who absolutely finishes each shift by taking home bags of food and hurries out the door with it. no one knows for sure if she’s paying for it every time

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who has a special way she cooks all the food when she’s making it for herself, or her friends, bc it tastes better than the standard way in her opinion

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who enters a flow state when she’s on the window. she’s mastered the art of multitasking while handling a line of orders and packing people’s food

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who secretly gives away free food to people, especially if it’s close to closing, or they order something really small. turns a blind eye to using water cups on fountain drinks, hands out cookies like they’re complimentary, and throws in extra sauces free of charge

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who somehow manages to get away with doing all the things workers are technically not allowed to do bc of favoritism

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who prefers to work in the kitchen than the front bc she doesn’t like customers just watching her work, or dealing with speaking to them for an entire shift

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who gets random crushes on the customers she’ll never see again and spends the rest of the shift wishing she had the courage to somehow shoot her shot without getting wrote up

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who gets visited by joel religiously, blushing and grumbling at him as she takes his order and he acts as if he’s gonna leave a bad review bc of her attitude

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who lowkey fucks up someone’s order when they come in really close to closing, and that’s only if she doesn’t straight up turn them away depending on when they pulled up

౨ৎ ─ fast food worker!ellie who continues to work said shitty fast food job just a little after graduating bc it wasn’t as shitty as she claimed it was

— kirby yaps .ᐟ ; autism’d too close to the sun and started watching that among us series for ashley johnson 💔

also! working on something a bit more… more(?) just made this last minute bc it’s weirdly taking me a while to find the time to write it lol…

"what the hell is wrong with you?" sadie nearly shouted, "you get mad and you storm off like a toddler?"

"last time you got mad you stabbed somebody," you retorted, trying and failing to wrench your arm from her grasp, "so i think i'm regulating this pretty well."

sadie took a step toward you and pulled until you were a mere inch away from her face, your arm held firm at her side. "you gettin' smart with me?"

"you piss me off."

"likewise, sugar."

you could slap that know-it-all smirk clean off her face. you hated that you liked it. you hated that it spurred on something terrible in your stomach.

"so we gonna talk like adults, or d'you wanna pout some more?"

"i want you to treat me like i'm capable." you meant the statement to be a demand. instead, it sounded like you were begging more than anything.

sadie tilted her head with a cocked brow. "i can treat you any way you want," she replied with a half-grin.

"smooth talking isn't gonna get you out of this."

"i'm open to other options," sadie muttered against your lips. she had closed the distance between you, and her nose brushed against yours. you almost gave in. you wanted to. you could feel your strength whittling away.

temptation was an unwieldy creature, but your pride won over your desire.

"no."

finally, your arm was free from her grip. turning away, you pushed past her. making it back to camp was the light at the end of the tunnel — your saving grace.

"no?" she stood there, befuddled for a second. her eyes were glued to your figure as you walked away.

it didn’t take more than two seconds for sadie to be nipping at your heels, hands fastening themselves to your waist to pull you into her. she stood with her front pressed against your back, hands roaming to grip your outer thighs.

"i'm sorry, honey," she spoke low into your ear, swaying your body with hers.

a quiet hum left your throat. her hands massaged your hips and her breath filled your ear while she gently kissed the edge of your jaw. if you could slap yourself for letting this work, you would. so much for pride.

"are you really sorry or are you trying to butter me up?"

there was a grunt against the side of your throat, and a slight pressure as sadie's hands gripped at your pelvis in frustration. "jesus, woman. stop fussin' and let me give you a damn apology."

if this was her way of apologizing, you wouldn't complain.

sadie's lips raked slow, messy kisses along the back of your neck — her hands travelled from your thighs to the front of your stomach. your body naturally sunk into hers, giving her complete control. she loved you for that.

a loss of command enveloped your senses. a string of small, breathy moans filled the hot air around you. sadie wanted to bottle the noise, keep it in her pocket, and dip into it when she missed how sweet you were for her.

a loose smirk played against the ridge of your neck.

"don't seem so mad at me now, d'ya," sadie mumbled between open mouthed kisses. a tease. always a damn tease.

you sighed in disdain. that was the most you could do —you'd lost the energy to argue. all you wanted now was for her hands to move closer to where you needed them, instead of playing a game of will-they-won't-they on your ass.

sadie could sense the ache within your body, the impatience in your breath. she loved to toy with you — to leave you on the edge just to hear you ask for more. it boosted her ego. but she'd toyed with you enough. she wanted to prove how sorry she was. and she was so very sorry.

gentle, annoyingly gentle, her hands carefully undid the belt on your pants as she kissed over the skin of your shoulders. your mind was too busy contemplating if arguing with her more often would produce this same result, that you hardly noticed how sadie had slowly guided you both to the nearest tree, resting you against it.

"can't be too loud now. unless you want the camp to hear, huh darlin'?" she smiled into your ear.

your head turned to the side, a smart rebuttal hot on your lips, but sadie was much quicker than you. her hand slid between your legs and cut your thoughts short. she ran her digits along the length of your wetness. she thought about teasing you, thought about giving a stupid one liner just to watch you roll your eyes. but fuck. you looked desperate. cheeks red, mouth parted, eyebrows dipping into your eyes and leaving them lazily hooded.

fuck the one liner. the pleasure she could give you was all she cared about.

her lips met yours in a hot, slow kiss as she drew small circles around your clit. you could barely breathe against her mouth as you stifled a moan. sadie's forehead laid against the skin of your temple. one day, she would have that expression on your face plastered on a picture.

her free hand roamed softly under your buttoned, cotton shirt as her fingers raced to pull your climax out of you.

"too fucking pretty," she whispered between a trail of kisses.

subconsciously, your hips bucked ever so slightly, begging for a release. you felt sorry for this tree, she didn't deserve this. you would apologize later. "sadie."

her ears perked up like a dogs. anything you wanted. "tell me, baby," her pace never faltered, "i've got you."

your back arched against her, hand reaching to cradle the swoop of her neck. the tree was not your friend as you searched for something to hold and your stomach twisted into a sickly knot.

all your senses were heightened. sadie lazily rubbed your hardened nipple between her fingers, "please."

the sweet sound of your words strained by a moan sent sadie over the edge. she needed you. now.

a sudden pause. your stomach slowly untangled itself back into a neat line. "i was so clo—"

turning around in an attempt to plead sadie to keep going, you glanced down. she was on her knees. eyes blown, voice needy. the disappointment immediately dissipated.

"use me."

you arched a brow. you were trying your hardest to straighten your mind. not even five seconds prior you were close to coming undone on her fingers, and now she was knelt at your feet, begging to be your personal toy.

seriously. you needed to argue with her more.

soft, perfect hands cradled sadie's face. fingers moved strands of blonde hair. "can you let me finish this time, at least?"

she nodded, her fingers roped themselves into the belt loops of your jeans. of course she would. sadie pulled your pants to the base of your ankles, gingerly lifting your leg to release you from the denim prison.

before you could blink, she was buried nose deep between your legs. on instinct, your hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and the other desperately searched for a handhold on that damn tree.

sadie’s tongue worked a 9 to 5 on your clit and her eyes watched every single move you made. her mind was enthralled with how your chest rose and fell, unsteady as you clamoured in pleasure.

the weight of your thigh on her shoulder grounded her, uneven moans from her throat vibrating deep into your body.

and when two eager fingers slid almost too easily inside you, your back arched at an obscene angle. sadie’s digits hammered on a spot that had your toes curling and your head thunking back against the tree.

"god, fuck," you huffed, hips grinding into sadie's annoyingly gorgeous face. she was eager to oblige, her tongue putting a sweet pressure just where you needed. your hands threatened to bald sadie where your nails dug into her scalp, no doubt leaving behind crescent moon indents.

you fought hard to keep yourself steady as the familiar knot in your stomach returned, but your body was working completely on instinct. your standing knee almost gave way as you ground your cunt over the ridges of sadie's face; nearly suffocating the poor thing as you used her completely.

a rough, devotional hand held you firm to keep you upright, both throats voicing lewd, soft moans. there was a second of blinding pleasure. sadie wanted to kiss every inch of you.

heavy breathing filled your ears as you came down from a high that left sadie enraptured. her eyes stuck staring at the slick she drew from you.

the smell of some foul soup wafted down from camp as she rubbed gently on the outside of your thigh. sadie peppered light kisses on the inside of your leg as your feet joined each other back on the ground.

still in a 'happy-to-please' mood, sadie guided your feet through the legs of your pants, pulling them up over your hips and fastening them at your waist.

a pair of wet lips pecked your dry ones.

"that soup smells like shit."

sadie hummed into your mouth, "good thing i just ate."

Time almost moved in slow motion as you observed every single player—picking apart every minor detail about them and how they were feeling. The last player was the goalie. She was harder to read.

She didn’t seem to care about much that was going on around her. Her body language deemed her cold and confusing, even from your vantage point. Her short, bright blonde hair was slicked back out of her face by a headband and hair tie that pulled half of her hair up out of the way.

She ran her hands over the top of her hair and closed her eyes. This was her moment of peace before the storm rained down again in the next few seconds.

Once she was done, she kneeled down until she was squatting while resting her harms on her toned thighs. By the time you were done watching her, the player was in the middle of their kick, sending the ball flying through the air.

You watched as the ball soared above you, backing up as it came closer to you. It landed near you and you immediately took the opportunity to steal it.

You were quick on your feet, weaving through opposing and team players. It was all a blur as black, gold, and blue colors whizzed passed you the farther you ran.

When time got down this close, all you could see was the ball in front of you and all you could hear was the crowd yelling for or against the play at hand.

“Come on, y/n!”

“Ball’s coming right for you, Yelena!”

A different player stood in front of you, hoping to block your path to the goal. Luckily, they set themselves up for failure, their legs being open slightly too wide. You kicked the ball between their legs and quickly recovered it swiftly on the other side.

You risked looking at the countdown. 22.03 seconds left. You exhaled out the anxiety that had built up in your chest.

You got into a brief footwork scuffle on the way down to the goal. You knew they were trying to kill time and run the clock down, but that wouldn’t work on you.

After the ball was zigzagging between you and the player, you were able to kick it out of their way. Surprisingly enough, no one was in the line of fire, paving your way directly to the net.

Your strides were quicker and longer now as you tried to use all the time to your benefit. With only a few seconds left, you wound up and kicked the ball so hard it was sent up into the air.

Yelena matched its precision with the same amount of stamina. She launched herself sideways, her hand extending up above her head to try and block the ball. Her face fell as the ball flew just above her fingers and hit the net with a ‘swish.’ She collapsed on the ground right before the sound of the buzzer echoed outside.

You cheered and screamed before running over to your teammates where you all joined each other in a group hug.

“You should be so proud of yourself!”

“You fucking did it!”

“We made it!”

Your teammates showered you with praises from how well you played the game.

As per usual, each team was required to walk alongside each other where you high fived and met each other in the middle.. You never liked doing it much and felt like it was a bit performative, even if you weren’t the one on the winning team.

You all formed a single file line. You were one of the first people due to your position and performance. You walked alongside the other team and touched hands with everyone. At the end of the line stood the blonde haired girl. When you touched hands you looked her in the eyes and focused on her hazel eyes and blue eyeliner.

“Good game, blue,” she said, an accent dripping off her tongue.

“You too,” you nodded. You held eye contact for what felt like several seconds before you were being escorted off the field.

The line of players behind you followed close behind as all of you walked back inside the building and into the locker room. Once everyone made it back inside it was like thunder the way everyone roared. You didn’t want to brag out on the field so you saved it for behind the scenes.

Some people high fived each other and others joined in for a celebratory embrace. Everyone was excited in their own special way as you watched the players praise everyone’s performance.

After a few minutes the commotion died down and everyone was packing their things and leaving. You knew that you had things to do after the game, meaning you needed to shower off in the locker room before getting dressed and leaving.

“You coming?” Kate, another player on the team asked.

“You go on. I’m not leaving here without showering, I smell like a barn,” you responded. “I’ll catch up in a little bit.” Kate smiled and nodded before leaving the locker room, the door slamming loudly behind her.

You gathered your things and threw them into your bag. All except the clothes you planned on wearing after your shower. You were getting ready to undress before you heard the locker room door open again. No one announced themselves which you found odd.

“Hello?” you called out, your voice echoing through the vast room. There was no answer and you couldn’t hear any movement. “Is someone there?”

You waited a few more seconds before someone’s head peeked out from behind a row of lockers. It was the blonde haired player from the other team.

“Hi,” the woman said.

You let out an exasperated breath. “What are you doing here? How did you get in here?”

“Well, it was pretty easy. You see, there’s this thing called a door handle. I moved it and it opened the door-”

“When are you going to stop being so damn sarcastic all the time, Belova?” you teased with a laugh.

“As soon as you stop making me look like a fool out there!” she whined.

“It’s not my fault that you get so distracted that you can’t keep a goal out of the net to save your life.”

Yelena’s jaw dropped and she gasped. “Now that’s not cool.”

You crossed your arms and smirked. “But it’s also the truth.”

“Of course it’s the truth,” she said softly, looking down and fiddling with her hands. “It’s hard to play when I’m busy watching you.”

“I could say the same. I like the new eyeliner look, it fits you.”

Yelena shrugged smuggly. “What can I say, I have to rep my girl somehow.”

“You started wearing blue eyeliner for me?”

“Don’t get all excited or else I won’t ever do it again.”

Your cheeks turned pink when you smiled. “This whole secret thing is getting old.”

“I don’t know,” Yelena said. She grabbed your hands and pulled you in close. “It’s kind of exciting, no?”

After she pulled you in, she walked closer to you, backing you up against your locker. “You know what they say right?”

Yelena hummed in response but you could tell she wasn’t listening. She was solely focused on your lips as you talked. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

You smiled and grabbed Yelena by the collar of her shirt, your lips crashing into hers sloppily. You were starved of her from going so long without seeing her, let alone touching her. You didn’t even mind the sweet taste of her sweat that was hiding on her upper lip.

Yelena pressed you against your locker with her body, forcing you to succumb to her mercy. Her hands were digging into your side but you didn’t even mind. In the secrecy and quiet of the room, you were together at last.

You underestimated how difficult hiding a relationship would be from the people you spend the most time with. Things seemed easy at first, but it piled up and weighed on you. There were some days that felt like you could combust right on the spot. Yelena definitely didn’t make it easy, especially like this.

Her hands were tangled in your hair that was glued to the metal of the locker. Yelena’s head was now nuzzled in the crook of your neck and all you could hear was the sinful sound of her lips and her heated breath.

That’s why you were woefully unprepared when the door to the locker room slammed shut. You were too caught up in the moment, unfortunately not seeing Kate standing across the room dumbfounded. You and Yelena snapped your heads towards her as your blood ran cold.

“I forgot my phone,” Kate said, breaking the awkward silence.

You scratched your neck and nodded. “Yeah, for sure. Sounds good.”

Kate looked between you and Yelena while she walked over to her locker to retrieve her phone. She held it up to you, indicating that she got what she came for.

“I’m just- I’m gonna go.” Kate pointed behind her, still not taking her eyes off of both of you. “As you were.” She scurried off, looking as scarred as ever.

When the door slammed again, you and Yelena busted out laughing. Between getting caught in action and the pure horror on Kate’s face, it was enough to get you going.

“Kate Bishop looked so petrified!” Yelena laughed.

“I probably would have been too! Not many people are known for sleeping with the enemy around here.”

“Oh, sleeping with? Is that an option?” Yelena smirked.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Belova.” You shoved her shoulder teasingly. “You should probably get out of here before we get caught by a real unwanted visitor.”

“Fine, if I must. Are you still coming over tonight?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Yelena kissed you once more quickly before running away and out of the locker room, leaving you with your secret once more.

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