#tabitha x reader

Two heads turn in her direction, now disinterested in the door they’d been staring at all this time. Their faces lack any sort of expression while as they too ponder what she just said, taking in the ridiculousness and insanity of it all.

“Um, sounds about right...?” Daniel manages to utter after a while, exchanging a brief look with Taylor to which she offers a nod of agreement as if it’ll do anything more in terms of reassuring the distressed girl. 

Surprisingly, it does have some effect on her, relaxing her tense muscles in a slump with her back against the wall behind her, “Huh...well, alright then.”

It’s not alright, it’s far from alright. Nothing about this night’s even come close to ‘alright’. It’s been a nightmare inside a nightmare inside yet another nightmare. A never-ending stretch of shitty events and time travel none of them consented to. There’s no foreseeable end to it, leaving all six members of the group feeling like they’re stuck running on a hamster wheel.

“Should we keep moving? Look for another way out or something?“ Taylor offers, already beginning her venture around the vicinity in search of another door because the one they came in through is still being guarded by Y/N’s demon by the sound of it.

Her and Daniel follow suit, participating in the scavenger hunt although rather begrudgingly. It’s safe to say none of them has had the greatest time tonight but they can at least hope John, Angela and Andrew have had more luck in their pursuit of help.

But as of now, nothing can be said for certain and that’s driving them insane.

They find several doors, most of them leading to other rooms and not to an alternate route out of there but eventually, Taylor strikes gold.

“Guys, over here!“ She waves Daniel and Y/N over to a rusted metal door that refuses to budge with her force alone. Thankfully, it does start moving inch by inch when all three join efforts and yank it open.

Just for Taylor to get yanked to the past by a ghostly apparition, taking her friend and boyfriend along with her.

The scene before them is bathed in the warm orange glow of handheld torches. But even with the comforting lighting, the sight is nothing short of morbid.

A woman with an odd resemblance to Taylor, is standing in the middle of the clearing, hands tied behind her back and a rope around her neck. In front of her, the priest they’ve encountered a number of times at this point is stood, berating her and condemning her for her supposed entanglement with witchcraft which also had gotten her lover executed.

Y/N’s double.

The pleads and begging for her life to be spared fall upon deaf ears when the Reverend orders the rope be pulled, ascending her feet from the ground and therefore throwing her in a desperate fit of agony, gasping for breath.

Jarred, with eyes wide and mouth hanging open, Y/N’s heart palpitates in her chest as she struggles to pull herself together.

“We have to help her, we can’t just stand here!“ The breath that got caught in her throat finally releases with urgency and desperation.

It thankfully seems to be enough to snap her friends out of their horrified trance as well, prompting all three of them to sprint closer. Daniel helps Taylor climb the tree since she’s the one equipped with a knife they found earlier. Reaching one arm out while the other is still holding onto the bark, she swiftly cuts the rope right on time, sending Tabitha falling. Thankfully, Y/N’s right below, taking a hurried step forward to catch or at least cushion her fall if nothing else. But due to the height she’d been lifted at, the weight comes down harder than Y/N is able to handle standing, therefore sending both of them to the ground which feels a lot more solid and painful than grass when her back makes contact with it.

It practically knocks the air out of her lungs but Y/N refuses to stop and take a breath and, despite the surging pain in her back muscles, she finds herself sitting up. Opening her eyes slowly, she finds she’s sitting on concrete, surrounded by the misty darkness instead of the flame-lit clearing. They’ve come back to the present.

Taylor aids her to her feet while Daniel helps Tabitha who look just as startled as the rest of them to have found herself in an unfamiliar environment with three strangers who just saved her life. Tears stain her vision as she’s still recovering from an intense coughing fit, her lungs and throat burning for the air they were refused only minutes ago. To feel air course through them feels like a blessing.

However, even the relief of a second chance at life isn’t enough to bypass the immense fear and confusion coursing her body as her gaze dances between the three college students who are staring back at her with an equally pale expression, unsure of how to approach the situation let alone deal with it.

“You rescued me....I shall forever be indebted to you....“, she mutters voice getting caught in her throat when her eyes zero-in on Y/N who’s currently also catching her own breath, leveling it so it won’t cut her like a knife with every inhale and exhale. “Y/D/N? It cannot be....is it really you?“ Taking a step closure to the stunned girl reveals to Y/N just how pale and terrified she herself is, “My eyes deceive me...“ 

If she could be bothered to find humor in their current situation, Y/N would even make a joke about how the disappointment in Tabitha’s voice wounds her, but alas she’s past the point of humor and will be until her back stops hurting as bad as it currently is, “Sorry to disappoint. Although I think I was him in your time.”

The woman’s eyes soften, now glistening with tears Y/N can only describe as heartbreaking to look at, “I will never see him again, will I?“

She can almost find it in herself to feel guilty now. For what, she’s not sure. Although, she’s not certain it’s guilt either. She just wishes she could’ve been that man she used to be in the 17th century. Cause clearly, he meant a lot to this woman. And clearly, she still cares about him. 

The tear that slides down Tabitha’s cheek snaps Y/N out of her thoughts, prompting her to take a step closer. And then another. Before she knows it, she’s enveloped the other woman in an embrace she luckily makes no attempts at pulling away from. Instead, she finds comfort in it, crying into this stranger’s shoulder. Ever the empath, words of comfort, consolation and reassurance automatically leave Y/N’s lips, one of her hands remaining still on Tabitha’s back while the other draws soothing circles with its warm touch.

The fear’s all but gone, extracted from her system as if by the pull of an invisible hand. All she feels now is protectiveness, wanting nothing more than to make sure they all get out of here alive and well with the added need to verse the newest member of their group into the current world.

*     *     *     *     *

Arriving at a metaphorical fork in the road, the group has dispersed into pairs to discuss their next move. John and Angela are at the end of their rope, feeling the weight of responsibility push down on their shoulders as they are the oldest of the group but also the most hopeless at this moment, growing less and less optimistic with each passing moment.

Andrew and Y/N are off to the side, comparing the experiences each trio had when they separated earlier. It’s taking her quite a lot of energy to try and explain for the nth time how they managed to drag a person from the past into the present, but she cannot leave him in the dark on it. Not that she herself is very enlightened on the matter but it helps to have another brain trying to tie some assumptions together.

Daniel and Taylor take the time to check on one another, physically, psychologically and emotionally, making sure they’re alright - as alright as they can be in a situation like this. Over her boyfriend’s shoulder, Taylor spots the curiously tender gaze lingering in Tabitha’s brown eyes which seem to be transfixed on Y/N, no matter where the two are standing.

Daniel follows where his girlfriend is looking, taking into account what she’s seeing only moments before Taylor approaches Tabitha, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Unlike how she reacts to Y/N, she’s rather jumpy around the rest which is why she initially flinches but relaxes when she sees the familiar - too familiar - face of her present self.

“Hey, are you ok? I know it seems like a stupid question to ask but....“ The redhead offers a compassionate smile to which she receives a smaller, sad one in return.

“I am quite alright, thank you for your kindness.“ Her eyes stay on Taylor only briefly, quick to cascade back to Y/N who’s still discussing this insanity with Andrew, her back turned to the three. “It is just your friend...she puzzles me.”

The students exchange a confused glance before Daniel prods on, “How so?”

Sighing as if about to admit it with a heavy heart, she replies: “She makes my heart beat the way it did for Y/D/N. But I was in love with that man....it cannot be the same feeling.“

Another glance exchange, this time one of intrigue and curiosity as well as small amusement. This time, Taylor’s the one to prod on although more reassuringly than curiously, “I mean, yeah, I doubt you’re in love with her after knowing her for less than an hour, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like her. You know, the way you probably liked Y/D/N when you first met.”

Tabitha’s gaze flies over to the two real quick when, her eyes wide in confusion and surprise, “But-but she’s a woman! I cannot feel the same way for her, it is wrong!”

Such a reaction is to be expected from someone from four centuries ago which is why Daniel takes the softest possible approach at explaining it to her, “No, it’s not. I was considered wrong in your time period but it never was and it most certainly isn’t now. You can feel that way for anyone you’d like, Y/N included. It’s completely ok to like her and feel the same way you felt for that guy about her. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Tabitha doesn’t reply, but the small, slow nod she gives in response is enough to leave Daniel and Taylor hoping that their input has been of some help to the woman and emotional conflict. If the way her eyes travel back to Y/N is anything to go by, now even more deeply endearing than before, they have surely succeeded.

~ 3 months later ~

“Treacherous thing....“ Tabitha mumbles, eyes narrowed at the microwave she’s been at qualm with for the past twenty minutes.

Prepped up on the counter next to the piece of technology is Y/N, a cup of coffee in her hands and a smirk playing at her lips as she watches her girlfriend struggle with the machine, “My offered help is still on the table, you know. You don’t have to figure it out on your own when I’m literally right here.“

Tabitha shakes her head, “You’ve already done and showed me so much, I should be able to uncover the secrets of this contraption on my own.”

“Uh-huh, ok. If you say so, Tabs.“ Y/N snickers over the rim of her cup.

It’s been three and a half months since they left behind the horrors of the town of Little Hope. It hasn’t been easy for any of them, the trauma and stress that was inflicted upon them was greater than any of them could really feel that morning when the sun rose. Luckily, with each other’s support as well as that psychiatric help they sought out, they’ve gone on to continue their regular lives without a hitch.

Well, Y/N’s hasn’t been so much the same as it was.

She took it upon herself to introduce Tabitha to the modern world of...well, everything. From the different living arrangements to societal roles, fashion, food and technology and modern English terminology, she’s been a personal life coach for her, with the frequent help of Daniel, Taylor and Andrew.

They hit a few bumps in the road along the way but have successfully gotten over them, allowing for Tabitha to finally admit to the feelings she’d developed for Y/N. Feelings she reciprocated.

Now, they live together in Y/N’s dorm with the only struggles they face being Tabitha’s still-present lack of understanding for technology. 

But they’ll get over that too, I’m sure of it. They turned something so unexpected and unexplainable into something nothing short of beautiful and wholesome. Hell if a microwave interferes with their harmony.

You rivaled Jerome's psyche. A childish aura with the instinct of a cold hearted killer who would have a clean conscience even after killing a plain full of people. When Theo Galavan busted the Maniax out of Arkham the tension between the two of you grew even more.

"You're singing my song" smiled a cocky Jerome. "Shut the hell up Jerome" you said, getting tired of the voice of such a boy. Jerome rolled his head in your direction and glared at you with stone eyes and began, "Why don't you MAKE me-" "All right let's cut this between you two" interrupted Galavan. "You..have a bit of a flame don't you sweet heart?" Said Theo as he turned his chin mid wink towards Barbara. This is how it always went. You would do something to annoy Jerome and then flirt the hell out of Barb, who seemed to take more interest in your antics than Jerome's. But you were a free bird, and you also made it a point to do a bit of digging with Theo's sister, Tabitha. "Maybe, or maybe my specialty is ice" you whispered towards the man in front of you. You could smell the fresh minty breath that came out of your mouth as you spoke. You then turned to Tabitha and raised an eyebrow at the clearly interested leather clad woman.

Over the next few weeks the three of you had developed an interesting dynamic  with each other. You and Barb shared a room in the bedroom that was right between the East and west wing.  You had 2 beds in the room and had a shared walk in closet.  At first it was just you and Barbara flirty daily and even sharing a few teasing kisses. Not only did you enjoy the sort of relation you two had but you also had something going as a trio with Tabby, as you liked to call her.With Barbara you could be the classiest woman to ever grace this earth. You would spend nights together drinking slightly alcoholic beverages and listen to soft music. Your kisses were soft and feather like, always bringing a small smile to your face. With Tabitha you could be as reckless as you liked.

You guys would sneak out at midnight and ride around Gotham robbing places and living your very best life. Then you would hit up a burger place and eat junk food while riding around town to go back to your place.  Life with both ladies was a good life. Jerome had found himself a new lady, a worker for Galavan and decided to drop the act with Barb when the girl found him snooping around your guys' room and almost left him. She gave him one more chance but promised him a broken body next time he ever tried to pull another stunt like that. Needless to say he kept himself to himself.

You were currently sitting on the ledge of the building where the boys were throwing bodies to spell the name of the group. Civilians were watching as 7 bodies were thrown off the roof of a building. You started doing cartwheels on the ledge and people thought you were going to throw yourself. Watching Tabitha grew worried about your antics. Sure you balance was great and all but one wrong move and she lost one of her girls. Jerome and the rest of the gang were clapping and laughing as you entertained them and Tabitha was going to jump to stop their instigations when every soul that was watching you including the civilians stopped.

You had finished balancing a split when you stood and dropped yourself back first. Gasps were heard and people covered their eyes. When they opened them back something in Tabitha and the Maniax lifted. No one had seen the rope you were now twirling around and everyone breathed out a sigh of relief when you giggled as Aaron was pushed to lift you back up on the rope you were hanging on. Jerome giggled loudly at you and made the "timing is the perfect thing for a joke" joke.

Back in your quarters Tabitha had stopped you and pushed you against the wall to ravish your lips with deep lustful kisses. You didn't know then but Barb had been inside your room in a revealing lingerie ready to take you in the most raw ways known to man. And as Tabby took you inside Theo had been watching. He envied his sister. He didn't specifically have feelings for you but his ego had been bruised at the fact that you chose the two women's love over a few nights in bed with him...(nooooo really?) And his advancements kept coming.

Every morning he woke up at the same time as you did just to be able to catch you and say good morning. Unluckily  for him you seemed to always come out in the arms of his sister or your other lover. Unlike him they never minded sharing you. Sometimes you would sleep with Tabitha when Barb wanted the bed for herself and sometimes Tabby went out to do business and you cuddled with Barbara to have a good heat source for the night.  Either way the only reason Theo ever really wanted you was to have a few good nights and that's about it.

One morning Theo had ordered that french toast be made since it was your favorite. All morning while everyone ate he kept looking at you weirdly. "Y/N did you do something to your hair today, it seems rather perfect" he said or  "My my what a pretty little thing you are Y/N such outfit looks....amazing on you". All of this and you hadn't even sat down to eat which was annoying him even more since his toast was now a bit soggier. Soon Tabitha dropped her knife and roughly grabbed your hand to sit down.

That same evening Theo ordered everyone to a dinner at home, which was just a last attempt to 'woo' you.  Barbara had been getting fed up with his behavior especially when he came into your room to give both of you dresses. Only while Barbara's was a long navy blue dress with an open back, yours could be considered......a shirt. The blood red dress barely covered your ass and not only was it open in the back but had an intense amount of cleavage, something Barb thought should only be kept between her and Tabitha. And apparently Tabby did too as she ordered you to put on a tube top of the same color and long fancy black silk cardigan to cover your cute butt.

At the end the dress was still very short but showed little of your chest and under your chest there was a small triangle of innocent torso. If you pulled the dress down in the front your back would still be covered by the silk cardigan that went up to your ankles. While Barb was less upset Tabitha was still sparking up.

When you showed up to the dining room Theo's nostrils flared at the fact that his little plan hadn't worked. He didn't even get the pleasure of much leg skin since you wore black thigh high boots with a small heel. As the male Maniax's whistled you patted Jerome in the shoulder as he was almost falling asleep due to his girlfriend's hands in his hair. He jumped and looked at the outfit. "You look bloody amazing Y/N"said the young male using a rather posh english accent. Everyone, except Theo, laughed at the joke and enjoyed the 5 course meal prepared for them.

Throughout it all Theo felt rather left out. While the boys were discussing Arkham and left even before the second meal, Jerome and his woman kept whispering to each other and she kept slightly tugging at his hair. You Tabitha and Barbara got on his nerves even more than the obviously clingy couple. He couldn't bear seeing all three of you teasing each other and having fun so he left with a loud thud.

Tabitha and Barbara looked at you then you 3 looked at the opposite couple. With a chuckle Jerome grabbed the two center wine bottles and gave one to you guys.

"Well!" he said standing up with his gf. "I guess both parties will have a rather "long" night. Have a good evening ladies" he said grabbing his woman and leaving. And with a quick smirk Tabitha pulled both you and Barb out of your seats, "Oh we will" she said, giving you a quick but harsh kiss.

YOOOO, so this was requested by someone on my Wattpad. Any who I liked the underlying story of Y/N's slight competition with Jerome. Theo stopped bothering Y/N after Tabitha told him upfront and i think this is a happy ending to the story. I'm out!