#but i got way carried away trying to do her room and slowly realised it made little sense if she wasn't a genin

[just-puddding]

Rin week day 3- genin

Sometimes It's just a girl and her bug piece of wood against the world

Whereas despite her usual unwavering optimism Rin feels a bit desolate about failing her chunin exams.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Bad at love || Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Sleeping with your enemy’s boyfriend was reckless, but what’s worse is the undeniable pull between you both afterward—a dangerous attraction that refuses to be ignored.

Warnings: cheating, suggestive content

Word count: 3,373

A/n: I actually didn't have much of plot line when I started this but I just kept on writing and writing... ALSO doesn’t this ong give major frat boy!rafe vibes?

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“And you missed Saturday’s practice, which was so important!” Katie’s sharp voice cuts through the chatter of the crowded party as she steps in front of you, arms crossed tightly. Her blue eyes burn with frustration, but you’re barely paying her any attention, your focus shifting to the drink table behind her. With a sigh, you roll your eyes and turn away, brushing her off without a word.

Her tone grows more demanding, her voice rising above the background noise. “You can’t keep missing practices like this! If you keep it up, I’ll have no choice but to kick you off the team.” The irritation in her voice is palpable, her stance stiff with authority she doesn’t seem to realise she’s lost. At her words, you can’t help the mocking scoff that escapes your lips.

Slowly, you turn back to face her, tilting your head as you look down at the shorter blonde. “Yeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that, Katie?” you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re not captain anymore, remember?” Her face flushes red, her anger mounting, but you don’t give her a chance to reply. Shouldering past her, you mutter, “Move,” as though she’s nothing more than a minor inconvenience in your path.

“I’m not done talking to you!” she yells after you, her voice carrying above the noise. “Well, I am,” you call back coolly without looking over your shoulder, throwing a dismissive wave in her direction. “Have fun, Katie!” The smirk on your face grows as you reach the kitchen, leaving her fuming in the middle of the room. You shake your head, exhaling as you grab a fresh drink, relieved to be away from her relentless nagging.

~

You lean against the counter in the kitchen, taking a sip of the drink you just poured, the alcohol beginning to blur the edges of your irritation. Katie’s voice still rings in your ears, but the buzz in your system makes it easier to push aside. She always did have a way of making everything about her, and you weren’t in the mood to entertain it tonight. Spinning around to head back to the party, you stumble slightly, your drink sloshing in the cup as you collide with a broad chest.

“Woah, easy there,” a smooth, amused voice says as a strong hand steadies your arm. Looking up, your hazy gaze meets Rafe Cameron’s sharp blue eyes, the smirk on his face almost as cocky as his usual demeanor. The dim lighting catches on his perfectly styled hair and the faint gold chain resting against his collarbone. He was the frat president, and Katie’s boyfriend, of course. Not that you’d ever paid much attention to him—until now.

“Rafe,” you mumble, your voice slurring just slightly as you step back, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Didn’t see you there.” “Clearly,” he teases, his hand lingering on your arm for a beat too long before he lets go. “You alright? You’re looking a little… tipsy.” His smirk widens, eyes scanning your face with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart skips under his gaze.

“I’m fine. Just needed a drink to deal with your girlfriend.” His brow raises at that, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Katie giving you hell again?” He says, his mouth curling into that boyish grin “You could say that,” you mutter, taking another sip of your drink. “She’s always got something to say. Like I’m supposed to care about her opinion.” Rafe chuckles, the sound low and warm, and it sends a strange thrill down your spine.

“Yeah, well, Katie’s got a… particular way of handling things. I usually just let her win the argument—it’s easier that way.” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Sounds exhausting.” “It is,” he admits with a shrug, leaning casually against the counter beside you. “But she’s Katie. You know how she is.” His voice carries a mix of exasperation and fondness, but there’s something else there too—something you can’t quite place.

“Yeah, well, good luck with that,” you say dryly, though your eyes linger on him longer than they should. The alcohol is making you bolder, loosening your inhibitions as you study his sharp jawline, the way his lips quirk into an easy smirk. “What about you?” he asks suddenly, tilting his head. “What’s your excuse for being here, drinking like it’s your job tonight?” You shrug, leaning against the counter beside him.

“Needed a break. From life. From her.” You glance up at him, the corner of your mouth twitching into a small smirk. “Guess you’d understand that better than anyone.” His laugh is softer this time, almost genuine, and he shifts a little closer. “Maybe I do.” The conversation lingers, the tension between you growing with each passing second. The party outside feels like a distant hum, your attention locked solely on him.

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or something else entirely, but when his hand brushes against yours, neither of you pulls away. Before you can stop yourself, you’re leaning in closer, and so is he. His lips hover near yours, his breath warm and intoxicating. “This… probably isn’t a good idea,” he murmurs, though his tone lacks conviction. “Probably not,” you whisper back, but neither of you moves to stop it.

The kiss is electric, a mix of pent-up frustration and reckless abandon. It’s messy and heated, your hands finding their way to his hair as his grip tightens on your waist. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to stumble out of the kitchen, his arm around your waist as he leads you upstairs, away from prying eyes. By the time you reach the bedroom, logic is a distant memory, lost in the haze of alcohol and the magnetic pull between you.

~

“Rafe,” you whisper, your voice barely steady as you lie back against the pillow, your chest still heaving. Turning your head, you catch him already staring at you, his blue eyes darker than usual, shadowed with an emotion you can’t quite read. Your stomach twists, and the weight of what just happened starts to settle in. “I think we’re fucked.”

Your words hang heavy in the air, cutting through the stillness of the room. You groan, sitting up and burying your face in your hands for a moment before glancing around for your clothes. The reality of what you’ve done is pounding at the edges of your hazy mind. Rafe exhales sharply beside you, dragging a hand through his tousled hair as he leans back against the headboard.

“Yeah,” he mutters, his voice low, almost resigned. “No shit.” The awkward shuffle of finding your clothes fills the silence. You spot your skirt crumpled on the floor and grab it, the fabric catching slightly as you pull it up your legs. A nervous chuckle escapes your lips as you fumble with the zipper, your hands trembling. “If Katie finds out about this…” you start, the words catching in your throat.

Rafe rubs his forehead, his expression darkening. “I know,” he groans, his tone sharp with frustration—at himself, at you, at the entire situation. Throwing the sheets off his lap, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his jeans. “I know, alright?” You glance at him as he dresses, his movements brisk and tense, his jaw clenched so tightly you can see the muscle twitch.

The easy confidence he usually wears like a second skin is gone, replaced with something rawer. “This was so stupid,” you mutter, more to yourself than him, tugging your top over your head and smoothing it down. You take a shaky breath, pressing your lips together as the full weight of your actions hits you. “What the hell were we thinking?”

Rafe scoffs softly, shaking his head as he zips his jeans. “We weren’t thinking,” he says flatly, his voice edged with self-loathing. “That’s the fucking problem.” For a moment, you just stand there, staring at him. The silence between you is suffocating, heavy with unspoken words and the growing weight of regret. The distant hum of the party downstairs feels surreal, like it belongs to another world entirely.

“I can’t believe I let this happen,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. Rafe looks up, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. “You’re not the only one,” he says quietly, his tone softer now, though there’s still a sharp edge to it. “I didn’t exactly stop it either.” His words don’t feel like comfort, but there’s an honesty to them that makes your chest tighten.

You press your fingers against your temples, trying to piece together a rational thought, but the alcohol still buzzing in your veins makes everything feel blurry and far away. “This can’t happen again,” you say firmly, breaking the silence. Your voice wavers slightly, but you push through, needing to set some kind of boundary before this spirals further. “You know that, right?”

Rafe doesn’t respond right away. He leans against the wall, dragging his hand down his face before meeting your gaze. His jaw works like he wants to argue, but finally, he nods. “Yeah,” he says simply, but the hesitation in his voice makes your stomach twist. His eyes linger on you, trailing over your face like he’s memorising it, and it makes you feel vulnerable in a way you weren’t prepared for.

You grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you move toward the door. Your fingers curl around the handle, but you pause, glancing back at him. “We need to be careful,” you murmur, your voice softer now, almost pleading. “If she even suspects…”

“I’ll handle it,” he cuts you off, his tone firmer this time. There’s a flicker of something in his expression—determination, maybe—but it doesn’t do much to ease the knot in your chest. With a small nod, you turn and slip out into the hallway, the noise of the party growing louder as you descend the stairs.

The music and laughter feel like a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside you, and you can’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a drunken mistake. But as much as you tell yourself it’s over, the way your heart skips at the thought of him suggests otherwise.

~

“Want a lift?” The voice, low and unmistakably smug, pulls your attention away from your phone. You lift your head and squint into the afternoon sun to find Rafe sitting in his truck, leaning casually out of the window. His forearm rests on the edge of the door, his fingers tapping lazily against the metal. The faint smirk on his lips is one you’ve come to know all too well.

You blink, momentarily stunned, before narrowing your eyes at him. “Excuse me?” Rafe tilts his head, as if you hadn’t heard him correctly the first time. “I said, do you want a lift?” His tone is smooth, confident, like he’s entirely in control of the situation—and it’s already starting to get under your skin. You glance around quickly, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes dart over the school parking lot.

Your stomach churns as you spot the doors to the main building, half expecting Katie and her entourage to walk out at any moment. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?” you hiss, your voice low and sharp. Rafe doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by your reaction. If anything, the smirk on his face deepens. “What’s the problem? Need me to repeat myself again?”

Before you can fire back, the sound of doors opening grabs your attention. The distinct, high-pitched laughter of Katie and her friends echoes across the lot, sending a jolt of panic through you. Your stomach twists as your eyes lock onto them, walking out in a tight-knit group, their voices carrying. Katie, of course, is leading the pack, her blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight.

Your pulse quickens. Without thinking twice, you yank open the truck door and climb in, muttering, “Fucks sake,” as you scramble into the passenger seat. The door slams shut, and Rafe chuckles, the sound low and teasing as he shifts the truck into gear. “Well, that was easier than I thought,” he murmurs, the truck lurching forward as he hits the gas.

You glance over your shoulder, watching as Katie and her friends grow smaller in the distance. Relief washes over you, but it’s quickly replaced by the heat of embarrassment—and anger—as you snap your head back toward him. “What the hell, Rafe?” you spit, your arms crossing defensively over your chest. “Do you enjoy messing with people, or is it just some kind of hobby for you?”

Rafe glances at you, his smirk firmly in place. “I didn’t force you to get in,” he points out, his tone maddeningly casual. “You’re the one who panicked and dove into my truck like you were running from the cops.” You scoff, throwing him a glare. “I didn’t dive in. I—” You pause, clenching your jaw. “This is so typical of you. Showing up with your stupid truck, your stupid smirk—”

“My charm?” he cuts in, throwing you a sideways glance.“Your nerve,” you correct sharply, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you. Rafe laughs softly, the sound low and infuriatingly smug as he shifts gears and speeds up. The tension in the cab is palpable, thick enough to cut through, but he seems entirely at ease. His fingers drum lightly against the steering wheel, as if he has all the time in the world.

“Relax,” he drawls after a moment, his tone smooth and teasing. “You got away unnoticed. Katie’s none the wiser. You grit your teeth, turning your gaze out the window. The scenery blurs as the truck tears down the road, but the distant hum of the engine does little to settle your nerves. The weight of his attention is impossible to ignore, like a spotlight burning into the side of your face.

After a long pause, Rafe speaks again, his voice quieter now but still tinged with amusement. “You know, I didn’t think you’d actually get in.” You whip your head around to face him, your brow furrowing. “Then why did you ask?” He shrugs, one corner of his mouth quirking up in that maddening half-smile. “Call it a hunch. Figured you might surprise me.”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond. There’s something about the way he says it—like he’s already won some unspoken game—that makes your chest tighten. You shake your head, scoffing under your breath as you turn your gaze back to the road. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, though the words lack the bite you intended.

Rafe’s laugh rumbles softly beside you, and even though you hate to admit it, the sound sends a shiver down your spine. You press your lips into a thin line, determined not to let him get under your skin any more than he already has. “What were you even doing there? Were you following me?” you snap, narrowing your eyes as you turn toward him.

Rafe glances at you, his smirk deepening as if he finds your accusation amusing. “Don’t flatter yourself, Y/l/n,” he drawls, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I was going to pick up Katie.” Your eyes widen in disbelief, your jaw dropping slightly. “You were going to pick up your girlfriend and yet, here we are?” you repeat, your voice sharp and incredulous.

Rafe chuckles again, clearly unbothered by the situation. “Looks that way, doesn’t it?” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Wow. Great boyfriend you are,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you turn to look out the window. “She’s probably going to wonder where the hell you are.”

He shrugs, completely nonchalant. “She’ll be fine. She’ll find a way back.” You whip your head back toward him, your mouth falling open. “Are you serious right now? You left her stranded, and you don’t even care?” “She’s not stranded,” Rafe says, his voice calm, as if you’re the one being unreasonable. “Her friends are there. They’ll give her a ride or something.”

You shake your head in disbelief, leaning back in your seat. “Unbelievable,” you mutter under your breath. Rafe glances at you again, his lips twitching as if he’s holding back another laugh. “What?” “You,” you snap, gesturing toward him. “You’re acting like it’s no big deal, but if the roles were reversed, I guarantee you’d lose your mind if she ditched you for someone else.”

His smirk falters, just slightly, and for a moment, you think you might’ve struck a nerve. But then he shrugs again, the nonchalance returning as he shifts in his seat. “Maybe,” he admits, his voice quieter now, though there’s a glint in his eye that you can’t quite read. “But I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

The weight of his words hangs in the air, and your stomach twists uncomfortably. You’re not sure what bothers you more—his blatant disregard for Katie or the fact that a small, shameful part of you likes the attention.

~

Rafe’s hands move with purpose, sliding under your shirt, the heat of his palms against your skin sending a jolt through you. You know you should stop this—you know the consequences of what you’re letting happen. But in the haze of his touch, every rational thought feels distant, muffled by the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing he wants in the world.

He leans in again, his lips brushing yours, but this time, the kiss is slower, deeper. It’s as if he’s savouring you, drawing out every moment. His fingers trail up your sides, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake, and when he presses his body against yours, you feel yourself giving in completely.

Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging lightly, earning a low, guttural sound from him that sends a thrill through your entire body. He pulls away for just a second, his forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath. “This is insane,” you whisper, your voice shaky but soft.

“I know,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek in a way that feels too tender for the fire burning between you. “But I don’t care.” And neither do you. Rafe leans down, capturing your lips once more, and this time, there’s no hesitation. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, and with your silent permission, he pulls it over your head, discarding it onto the floor.

His eyes rake over you, filled with a hunger that makes your skin flush under his gaze. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper, before his lips find your collarbone, then the curve of your shoulder. Your heart is pounding so hard it’s a wonder he can’t hear it. You reach for the buttons of his shirt, your fingers fumbling in your haste.

He chuckles softly, taking over and shrugging it off in one smooth motion, revealing the toned lines of his chest. Rafe’s lips are on yours again before you can fully process the sight, and he gently lowers you onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath your weight as he hovers above you, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, his piercing blue eyes searching yours. You hesitate for the briefest of moments, the gravity of what you’re about to do settling over you. But then you nod, your hands finding their way to his waist, pulling him closer. “I’m sure,” you whisper. That’s all he needs.

Rafe kisses you again, his lips moving against yours with a mix of passion and restraint, like he’s holding back just enough to savour every moment. The world outside fades away—Katie, the consequences, everything. All that matters is him, and the way he makes you feel like the centre of his universe. And for the rest of the night, he does just that.

[webbluvrsugar]

I'm loving the bully!reader trope.

Currently thinking about reader teasing him but like physically teasing him, Walking past him as her ass rubs against him. During movie nights sitting next to him, touching his thigh and going up. Whispering nasty shit in his ear. Meeting him in the hallway to make out and then leaving him rock hard, alone and desperate for more.

With bully!reader you wake up something in all of us, that we didn't know we had. You bring back to life the tag.

a/n: omg yes I love this trope soooo much! And thank you so much, this is a huge compliment, I’m so glad y’all are liking it!!

﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ bully!reader teasing Ethan ‘cause she knows how it gets him…

He doesn’t think you do it on purpose at first, specially because you’re not the brightest bulb in the bunch — he’s noticed that when you two started dating — even if you convince yourself that you are by ordering him around and mocking him to insanity, he just thinks you’re a bit careless with the things you do, that you don’t notice how he gets.

For example, when you ask him to get you something from a high cabinet, you always make sure to arch your back a little more, get your ass flush with crotch and then make fun of him when he gets turned on for it. — “Oh my god, are you seriously that easy?” You’d say in a high pitch girly voice, laughing and giggling at him as you leave the room. — He never thought you’d be that mean, he only realised you had the courage to do it when you started putting him on the spot, always in these compromising situations to get a boner out of him.

Like in class, when you’d sit besides him to whisper — “My back hurts soo much, you need to stop giving it to me that rough.” — and he’s suddenly gripping his pencil harder than he was before, trying not to picture your head on the pillow and the way your ass looked with every thrust he gave you.

But the worst thing you’d do would be randomly stopping him after lunch with an angry frown to trick him. “Meet me in the library, can’t believe you’ve even had the courage to do that!”

Now, Ethan doesn’t know what the fuck he’s done wrong, he usually knows how to calm that little demon in you, but now he really thinks he screwed up when you turn around in your kitten heels and sprint your way there. He follows you in an instant.

“Listen, I don’t really know what I’ve done but I just —“ He’s cut off with an angry grunt and a command that follows suit.

“Sit down.” He does, you sit besides him.

“I’m serious, I have no idea.” He mutters, doe eyes staring into yours as you drop your books on the table and turn to him. “If you could just —“

“Shut up, loser.” And then your lips are on his, both hands on his shoulders before one goes down to his thigh, slowly going up to the zipper on his pants.

Of course.

Your hand is quick to nest itself inside his pants, manicured nails brushing against the tip of his cock before you slightly squeeze him, pull away with a smirk, and just when he thinks you’d get on your knees, you stand, kiss him on the cheek.

“What? You got class.” You say with a smile, pouting as if you’ve done nothing wrong.

So now, not only does he have to walk around with a boner, he also has to carry the books you casually forgot there.

Next time you’re both in bed, he’ll make sure he gives it to you rougher.

[de4dlyniightshade]

munch! spencer, reader with migraine, spencer reads something about how orgasms can help with pain

꩜ warning!: this post is +18!!! mdni!

꩜ word count: 1.6k (got a little carried away;-;)

꩜ A/N: honestly i don't rlly like this but hopefully it's good enough :,)

You let out a quiet groan in pain as you squinted your eyes at the tv, trying to watch your favourite show but the light from the screen only made your throbbing headache worse, to the point it was almost unbearable.

"Another migraine?" Spencer asked quietly from the other end of the sofa as he looked up from his book, keeping his voice low so as to not make it any worse. You just nodded, holding your head in your hand and letting your eyes close, feeling slight relief from the light no longer beaming into your eyes.

You didn't get migraines all that often but when you did they could be pretty bad and Spencer hated seeing you in pain and hated the fact that there was nothing he could do to fix it even more, or so he thought. He'd spent hours researching ways to alleviate your pain after your last migraine, which got so bad that it practically debilitated you and you couldn't do anything but sit in a darkened room for hours until it passed.

After reading countless articles and blogs a unanimous opinion was that an orgasm relieves a large amount of the pain, one woman going as far to say that hers was completely gone afterwards. Honestly the remedy was a complete win-win, he'd be able to help you and make you feel better and he'd also get to do his absolute favourite thing at the same time, which just so happened to be eating you out.

"Do you want me to help?" Spencer suggested, laying his book down on your coffee table and turning to face you, a slightly excited feeling bubbling in his chest.

"Remember nothing worked last time, Spence" you murmured, sighing at the realisation that you'd probably end up back in your bedroom, cocooned under blankets for your unforeseeable future. You felt Spencer shift closer to you and you could practically feel the excitement radiating from him, knowing that meant he'd found some scientific way to help you and wanted to try it.

"I researched a lot about migraines and how to help you since the last one and the method that came up almost every time was that a sexual release would alleviate a large amount of the pain and i was thinking maybe..." he didn't even have to finish his sentence for you to know what he was thinking, as soon as he uttered the word "sexual" you knew what he had in mind.

"You seriously think it'll work?" Your tone was hopeful and you were prepared to try anything at this point, feeling your pain slowly worsen the more time went on. you'd tried almost every other remedy you'd been suggested by friends and nothing had worked even a little and painkillers did nothing for you no matter how many you took.

"It's worth a try," Spencer smiled, resting his hand on your lower back. you knew he wasn't just doing this for himself, it was just convenient that he loved nothing more than to be buried between your legs.

"Alright, but if this doesn't work I'm not gonna be happy" you were only half serious, you were happy to let Spencer run his little experiment, considering that if it did work, you'd both not have a migraine anymore and would have had an incredible orgasm, so either way, you got something out of the experience.

You watched as Spencer moved to turn off the TV, leaving just a lamp on so that it was light enough that he could still see but dark enough that it wouldn't hurt your head so much.

You quickly hooked your fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pants, lifting your hips to tug them down over your ass and slide them down your legs, kicking them to the side to deal with later as Spencer moved to eagerly kneel in front of you, placing his hands behind your knees and leaning down to press a chaste kiss just above your left knee.

You smiled as you slowly spread your legs apart, watching Spencer's eyes glint with anticipation. You already knew the drill—moving to place your legs over his shoulders the way he liked it and shifting forward on the sofa to give him better access.

Spencer didn't waste any time with teasing, reminding himself that this wasn't for him, no matter how much he enjoyed it; this was an attempt to alleviate your pain.

You let out a sigh as you felt his warm tongue lick a bold stripe up your folds before he circled your clit, moaning quietly at your taste that he'd grown to love so much.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he buried his face deeper into you, urging your thighs apart to lap at your pussy, your quiet whines and moans egging him on as he took your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking at your sensitive nub, the stimulation making you twitch and grip his hair tighter, rolling your hips into his face as you let your head fall back against the couch.

Spencer wrapped his hands around your thighs as he nuzzled his face into you, making sure to get as close as possible to you so that he could dip his tongue into your entrance. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue pushing into you causing you to arch your back, a loud gasp falling from your lips, your migraine long forgotten.

"F-fuck spence," you whined as you tugged on his hair desperately, letting yourself grind into his mouth. Spencer continued his ministrations on your sensitive cunt, drinking in everything you had to give him with pleasure as he whined into your wantonly.

You felt Spencer push one of your legs to the side, and instantly you got the message, lifting your leg to sling it over the arm of the couch to give him access. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt his middle and index fingers prod at your entrance, teasing your hole briefly before he began slowly sliding them in. The copious amount of saliva and your arousal making it easy.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you moaned out as you felt his fingertips curl right into your g-spot, the mixture of his mouth on your clit and his fingers pressing right into that spot that made your toes curl, making your mind go completely blank as you whimpered and moaned, his name falling from your lips in breathy gasps.

Spencer began massaging his fingers into your g-spot, drawing needy moans from your lips as he brought you closer to your release, revelling in the way you moaned his name and the way that your walls clenched around his fingers.

You got completely lost in the pleasure as you rutted your hips into his face, gripping his hair harshly and pushing his face into you. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tighten as you squirmed and shuddered, the feeling of Spencer's fingers nonstop stimulating your sensitive spot making you a needy mess.

"C-close! 'm close, Spence." Your voice was high-pitched and whiny as you warned him, Spencer only pushing his fingers harder into you, the action pulling a loud moan from your throat as your body began to shake and tremble.

You couldn't help but sling your leg back over Spencer's shoulder, letting your thighs clench around his head as you felt your orgasm approaching. Spencer's tongue never letting up his brutal sucking and licking on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body.

Spencer began moaning and whining into you, the sounds sending vibrations through your sensitive cunt and making you cry out in pleasure as your breath came out in gasps and huffs, your whole body tending as you felt your release dangerously close.

"G-god spence, I'm gonna c-cum!" You practically wailed with no regard for how loud you were being, letting out a constant slew of desperate noises when Spencer massaged your soft spot more precisely, coaxing you to your release as he sucked harshly on your clit.

Spencer let out an especially loud moan as you tugged on his hair, the intense vibrations sending you over the edge as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, your whole body shaking and writhing as your release gushed around Spencer's fingers that continued to curl into you, coaxing you through your orgasm while he gently licked at your clit.

You were breathing heavily and still shaking slightly when Spencer slowly pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt, wincing slightly as his skin dragged against your sensitive walls. You watched as he buried his fingers in his mouth, cleaning off your release like he always did, sighing at the taste before he pulled them out and leaned back in, dipping his tongue into your slit to lap up everything he could, not daring to waste any of it.

Spencer leaned his cheek on your knee when he was satisfied, looking up at you through his lashes as you lay completely fucked out with your eyes closed, a beautifully content expression on your face.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly, watching as you cracked your eyes open and furrowed your brows, scanning around the room and sitting up slightly, a smile spreading across your lips as you looked back down at him.

"I feel...great?!" You laughed slightly, completely fascinated by the effectiveness but also relieved that you'd found something that worked, both for you and for him. Spencer couldn't hide the wide smile that adorned his lips. He was overjoyed that his method worked as he pressed gentle kisses up your leg before he situated himself beside you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and sighing.

"i'm glad" 

(dookie ass ending again ik</3 i need to work on that :,)

[damiansgoodgirll]

Could you do one with LA Knight x reader who’s also a wrestler and hyper fem where the reader is showing him her new ring gear which is slightly more revealing and knight gets handsy and feral

la knight x reader

‼️smut so stay away kids‼️

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!

can’t keep my hands to myself

“shaun” you called him from outside his hotel bedroom. even if you were a couple and everyone knew, the management insisted of booking you separate rooms so you would keep your behaviour more professional.

“come in love” he told you and so you got into his bedroom with the biggest smile on your face “what?” he smiled.

“guess what”

“what?” he smiled even more seeing how happy you looked.

“i’ve got my new gear” you said taking your ring gear out of the box you were carrying “it’s absolutely amazing! just feel the fabric, it’s so comfy and i know this color is gonna look so good on me”

shaun was watching how happily you were showing him your new gear but he couldn’t stop wondering if it was really that revealing or it was just his imagination.

“do you like it?” you asked, a little less enthusiastic now that you saw he wasn’t reacting the way you wanted him to react.

“i do love, it’s really great” he smiled.

“but?”

“but…don’t you think it’s too revealing? i mean, it seems like it’s too revealing but i couldn’t tell, you should try it on? for me?” he almost begged. he loved seeing you wearing new ring gears, especially when you were having house shows and your look consisted in shorts and his merch t-shirt.

“i can try it on if you want to” you said and he nodded, leading you to the bathroom.

once it was on, you realised that maybe shaun was right. it wasn’t that revealing but it was more revealing than the others you used to wear.

but the look on his face when you came out of the bathroom was priceless. he felt like he just saw an angel.

“do you like it?” you asked him.

“i love it” he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. he loved how the gear showed off your curves and how beautiful it was on you but he was right, it was too revealing “but it’s a little revealing”

he saw your smile drop, he knew how much you loved that gear “yeah…i should probably ask the seamstress to add some fabric on the front…and on the shorts too”

“now, did i say you should do that?” he asked, moving towards you “this gear looks amazing on you and yes, it might be a little revealing but i can see how happy and confident you are wearing it so, no matter what the people say or i say, you should always stick with what’s best for you” he said leading his hands on your hips. the coldness of his touch made you shiver.

“do you really like it?” your eyes gained a little more of hope.

“i fucking love it honey…turn around, do a twirl for me” you did as he told you and you noticed how his eyes grew darker.

his hands never leaving your hips “but i know a place where this gear would look better” he teased, making you smile “or…the idea of fucking you in it sounds more appealing to you?” he felt the shivers cover your body.

he’s always been a good fan of praises, especially when it’s about you. he would kiss the ground you walk, he would do anything for you.

“you’re gonna ruin the fabric…i can’t let you do that” you whispered, your cheeks blushing.

“what a pity…it means i have to take it off from your sweet body love…but the idea of fucking you with your top still on is so tempting…” he smirked, whispering against your lips while he left kisses from your lips down your collarbone.

his hands pushed you gently on the edge of the bed, his thumbs moved slowly to unbottom your trousers. you felt them falling on the ground as shaun helped you stepping out of them. you were left with your top and lacy white panties that made him go crazy.

“you’re so beautiful sweetheart…i don’t know how i’m gonna survive seeing you fighting in this gear…” he whispered while his lips went back to your neck.

he left soft kisses, teasing you, making you feel hot and horny “the top stays on” he whispered and you nodded, too lost in the feeling he was giving you.

he moved you both on the bed, him on top of you, making you squirm when you felt his cock, already hard and full against your panties. he wanted to rip that top off of you so he could play with your breast but the idea of fucking you in your ring gear made him even harder.

so he cupped your breast upon the top. squeezing them and playing with them “one wrong move and the whole world is going to see your pretty nipples” he said, referring to the thin fabric covering your breast. he could fell your hard nipples against his hands, no need to see them “i kinda want the world to see your pretty nipples…so they can see how beautiful you are, all for me” he kissed upon your top, the sensation shaking in your body.

his lips lowered from your breast to your belly, from your thighs to your covered pussy.

“i can’t believe you got me so horny just because of that gear…” he chuckled against your thigh.

his fingers played with the fabric of your panties, slowly teasing you. he left kisses upon it, inhaling your scent. with one swift move he moved the material to the side, his middle finger testing the water touching your clit.

your whimpers made him feral. the little sounds you made were enough to drive him crazy but tonight was about you. he wanted to make you feel good, showing you how proud he was for your accomplishments in the company. the same way you did when he won at summerslam, it was now his turn.

his lips replaced the fingers on your clit. “oh please…” you moaned, making him go faster.

he could have you naked and wet for him every day if he wanted. the way your body responded to him, the way he knew you and your body too well.

“i want you to come in my mouth pretty girl” he whispered against your clit, sending you a joint of shivers upon all of your body “i wanna taste you…”and he knew you were so close, ready to cum for him just as he asked you.

he could feel you against his mouth. your legs shaking, your chest rising and falling, your hands squeezing the blanket upon the bed.

“oh shit…shaun” you moaned, your eyes closed you could feel tears falling from them.

“let it go baby…cum for me, cum in my mouth” and so you did.

your breathing was fast and heavy while shaun watched you with pure love in his eyes as you came in his mouth.

“so pretty…” he moaned against your thighs, gently kissing them and biting them. making sure to help you calm down from the orgasm you just had.

he made sure that you were okay, that you weren’t hurt or that he didn’t went too far. but when he saw your happy smile he understood how much you loved him.

“that was amazing” you breathed, still out of breath.

“glad you liked it…” he chuckled, making you laugh “all because of that new gear of yours…you’re going to be the death of me y/n” he smirked.

yes, all because of that new gear of yours that he couldn’t wait for you to wear again, especially seeing you fight in it because he couldn’t wait for all the people to see you and realise they would never have a chance with you because you belong to him and to him only.

[wosoamazing]

Injuries, Confrontations and Apologies

Summary: Your Ma gets hurt but pretends she is fine and ends up in hospital.

Warnings: Concussions, Vomiting, Hospitals, Angst I guess

A/N: This was meant to be a soft comfort fic but somehow it turned into this – I mean I’m not mad. Hopefully you like it.

Last Saturday a bee stung you, it made you feel icky and you had to go to the hospital. The doctors at the hospital gave your Mum’s these weird pen things. The doctors taught your Mum’s how to use them, as well as Steph and Sam for just encase. You were upset about your trip to the hospital, as it meant you had to miss the game but you get to go to the game this week.

You slept almost the whole bus ride, much to everyone’s delight, today was an important game, so with you sleeping it meant everyone could focus on the game. When you did wake up there was only 10 more minutes of the trip left, you decided to go walk down and sit next to Steph, once she realised you were trying to climb into the seat next to her she helped you up, you didn’t make any noise though, you just sat there as you took in the world around you.

In the locker room you sat in your Ma’s cubby as you ate your snacks, everyone kept looking over to you and whispering to your Mum’s that you looked extra cute today.

You were sitting on Leah’s lap, well more so her good leg as you watched the game from the bench, there was around 20 minutes of game time left when your Mum doubled over before she started losing her stomach contents on the pitch.

“Weah,” you said

“mmm” she hummed to let you know she was listening “Ma sick” you informed her pointing “What do you mean?” she asked clearly not looking at the pitch.

“I think if you stopped having a nap and looked at the pitch you would see what she means” Beth joked.

“Oh shit,” Leah said as she looked at the pitch before looking over to Beth and Viv, who just made funny faces you didn’t understand.

“We see Ma? See if okay?” You asked as the medics took her off the pitch.

 “Sure munchkin,” Leah put you down, stood up and was reaching to pick you up, before she was interrupted by Beth “Leah, you can’t carry her yet, it's too risky,” “I’ll be fine beth,”

“No Leah, Beth is right, it isn’t safe, or good for you, we will come with you” Viv said in a sterner tone. Leah huffed as Beth picked you up, before the three women took you to see your Ma.

When you arrived in the medical room your Ma was laying on one of the beds with her eyes closed.

“What happened?” Leah asked without warning, slightly startling your Ma.

“I started feeling a little dizzy and then next thing I knew I was throwing up” she replied.

“So, what you actually mean is that when you got hit in the head and feel backwards onto the pitch hitting your head again, you actually did feel it and really should’ve gone off then, but you wanted to keep playing so you risked your own health” Viv said as though your Ma was in trouble.

You stayed with your Ma until the game finished, you kept yourself entertained with a glove that Beth blew up.

____

When you got home your Mum told you to go play in your playroom for a bit, which you did, she then came in to talk to you. “Ma isn’t feeling too well, but you can see her if you want,” “O-tay, I go now?” “Yeah, you can, but you have to make sure to keep the lights off and be very quiet, and try not to move much, okay?” “O-tay,” you toddled down the hall and into your Mum’s room to see your Ma, while your Mum put some washing on.

“Ma,” you whispered as you walked up her side of the bed, her eyes slowly opened and she did some slow blinks, before she spoke.

“No Y/N, go away,” she said harshly, you quickly spun around as tears started rolling down your cheeks and ran out of the room, crashing into your Mum’s legs as your eyes were full of water and you couldn’t see.

“What’s wrong?” “M-Ma, said go way,” “Oh baby, I’m sorry,” your Mum said as she wiped some of your tears away, but as soon as she could wipe the old ones away new ones replaced them “How bout I put you on the couch and you can watch some frozen while I speak to your Ma.” You perked up at the idea of frozen and quickly nodded your head, your Mum put you down on the sofa and turned frozen on before she quickly filled one of your sippy cups with water and gave it to you. “I’ll be back okay,” you just nodded your head not really listening to her anymore because frozen was playing.

“Why did you tell Y/N to go away, you really upset her,” your Mum questioned your Ma.

“I feel like shit Cait, and I don’t want Y/N to, I don’t know” she huffed.

“I know you feel like shit, but it’s partly your fault, and it doesn’t give you the right to push everyone away who is just trying to help you and it especially doesn’t give you the right to get mad at your daughter and tell her to go away when all she was trying to do was help, I’m going to take y/n to the park, I’ll will be back in a bit, if you need anything please call me, I will come back and help, anything at all, I promise, but Beth and Viv have offered to take her to the park so I’m going to walk her around there,” before your Ma could say anything your Mum had walked out of their bedroom door.

____

“Katie, Babe, I just came back to check everything is alright, Y/N is still at the park with Beth and Viv” Caitlin said as she walked through the door, there was no response, “Katie, Babe,” the house was oddly silent, so she walked further through the house. “Shit, Katie,” Caitlin exclaimed as she rounded the corner to find Katie passed out in the middle of the floor, “Katie, babe, wake up” she shook Katie to wake her up.

“What, oh God,” Katie said as she woke up, she quickly got up off the floor and ran to the toilet before hunching over it, emptying the remains of her stomach’s contents.

“Why didn’t you call? You shouldn’t have gotten up and walked around,” Caitlin wondered what the point in asking that question was. Of course she didn’t call, she doesn’t ask for help and constantly pushes help away when she is offered it.

“Because you were mad,” Katie replied through gags. Shit she thought to herself. Was this her fault?

Katie stopped throwing up but soon passed out again, Caitlin quickly grabbed her phone and called Leah, in which Kim answered.

“Kim, Leah, I need your help. I’ve fucked up but that can be explained later, Katie needs to go to the hospital because I found her passed out and when I woke her up, she ran to the toilet and threw up heaps before she passed out again, but she isn’t going to listen to me, please help.” Caitlin stopped talking while her captains must’ve been talking, “Okay thank-you, I’ll go unlock the door, we’re just in our bathroom. Beth and Viv have Y/N.”

____

Thankfully the girls had been directed to a private waiting room, meaning they didn’t have to worry about fans. 

As Beth and Viv walked into the room Leah and Kim looked at them in confusion, “We called Steph, she called Sam, Y/N is staying at Sam and Kristie’s, we told her it’s just a last-minute sleepover type thing. Steph is on her way here now.” Kim and Leah nodded with slight relief, hoping Steph would be able to talk to Caitlin, and maybe calm her down. She had been pacing the length of the room, wiping away her tears as they fell since they arrived.

Steph arrived and looked at the four women before her gaze moved over to Caitlin, she cautiously approached her and gently put a hand on her shoulder as she softly said, “Hey Cait, can you sit down for me,” Caitlin looked up at her and just about broke, almost collapsing in the chair behind her.

“I’m so stupid, this is all my fault” she blurted out.

“This isn’t your fault, this is her fault, she is the one that played with a concussion and made it worse, she is the one that didn’t ask for help when you told her too,” Steph said as she put her arm around her shoulder and rubbed her hand up and down her arm, trying to comfort her.

“Yeah, but I left her alone, I left her alone after I got mad at her, I left the person who doesn’t take help let alone ask for it alone, with instructions to call the person who just got mad at her for help, what was I thinking she would’ve never called for help anyway let alone after I just got mad at her. I, I can’t believe I was so dumb to think that, I literally left her to fend for herself, what if she had hit her head on something on the way down, she could’ve died, I could’ve killed her, oh god, I can’t believe I just did that, I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have left her alone,” She blurted out, she leant into Steph’s side before continuing, “I was, I was,” she stammered before taking a few deep breaths as she suddenly felt sick “I’m going to be sick” Steph quickly reacted and thankfully as they were in a hospital there was just about sick bags on all the walls, in little dispensers. Steph rubbed her back as she lost some of her stomach contents, before Beth handed her a bottle of water which she took a small sip from. “Can you please lie down for me?” Steph asked, concerned for her friend, Caitlin did as she said and rested her head in Steph’s lap, falling asleep.

_____

Viv was in Katie’s room as she woke up, sitting on a chair at the side of the bed, she started to speak before Katie could. “I’m really disappointed in you, you really need to learn to let people help you, it’s not weak, Caitlin is literally out there in an absolute state, she literally made herself sick because she feels like such a crap person for getting mad at you and leaving you, when in reality she did nothing wrong, she left you with strict instructions to call for help. You do realise if she hadn’t come back when she did we could be in a very different situation. You might not even be here. In all honesty McCabe it’s hard when we try and help you and all you do is push us away, so I can’t even imagine what it is like for Caitlin, I get it you’re mad at the world in these situations, I’ve been there we all have, but you can’t push people away, especially the people in your life who love you the most, Caitlin absolutely adores you and for the most part you two have a great relationship but currently she is out there in shambles because she offers and offers when you need help and you don’t take, I don’t understand it.”

Katie couldn’t reply to that, Viv was right, there was nothing to do or say, other than to apologise to Caitlin who wasn’t there.

After quite a lot of awkward silence Katie spoke “Where’s Y/N?” “She is having a fun sleepover at Kristie’s and Sam’s, that’s all she knows.”

_____

Caitlin walked in hesitantly, her hair was a mess, her cheeks were tearstained, she had big bags under her eyes. Katie started crying, knowing it was her fault her girlfriend was looking this bad. Caitlin walked over to where the chair was sitting next to Katie’s bed, she sat down in it as she took Katie’s hands in hers before taking a deep breath. 

“Katie, I’m sorry I left you alone, I didn’t know it was this bad, if I did I wouldn’t have ever left you alone, no matter how angry I was. But this is why you need to communicate with people, with me Babe. It’s dangerous when you don’t tell us how you are feeling. You could’ve died.” she sighed before continuing “I just don't understand why you won't accept help, needing help isn't a weakness it’s normal. I love you, I want to help you, try and help you feel slightly better. I’m not going to judge you or complain or tell you that you’re overreacting. I just want you to let people help you, at least let me help you, please” she kissed Katie’s hands and let them go. Katie sat up shifting forward in the bed, before she looked longingly up at Caitlin, who realised this was Katie asking for her help, even though she wasn’t using her words, it was a start. Caitlin climbed onto the bed and situated herself behind Katie, placing her legs either side of her before pulling her in towards her, Katie rested her head back to rest in the crock of Caitlin’s neck.

“I’m sorry Cait, I love you,” was all that Katie whispered in her ears before her eyes fluttered shut.

Caitlin awoke to the sound of gagging, she quickly grabbed the sick bowl and placed it in front of Katie before helping her to sit up slightly, Caitlin rubbed her back, as she dry heaved.

“Cait, help” Katie managed to say through gags, she sounded as though she was in tears, Caitlin pressed the call button, “I know babe, it’s not nice, but I’m here, I’ve got you, you’ve got this, you’re going to be okay,” Katie stopped and collapsed back into Caitlin, as they nurse walked in, she spoke to Katie, however her words were more directed too Caitlin “I’ll give you some anti-nausea medication,” she said, before she started sifting through draws, once she found it she put it into Katie’s IV and said, “hopefully that helps but if it doesn’t let us know and we will try and figure something else out.”

“Thank you,” Caitlin said as she smiled at the nurse who was walking out of the room. The pair very quickly fell asleep again, their day had been hectic to say the least, leaving the both of them exhausted. 

It was the third time that night that Katie had woken up dry heaving, the second time it happened she was sent for another MRI to check she didn’t have a brain bleed or a clot, it came back clear, so they gave her antihistamines to see if they did anything, but they apparently didn’t. “Cait, please” Katie cried out.

“I know babe, I wish it would stop too, I wish I could make it stop, but I’m here and I’ll stay here, I love you, it’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re doing great babe,” Caitlin said trying to reassure her girlfriend as she continued to dry heave. Caitlin eventually pressed the Nurse’s call button again as Katie hadn’t stopped, after consulting with a few doctors and specialists they decided to give Katie more anti-nausea medicine even though she had had the maximum amount, thankfully they did the trick and Katie stopped, allowing the pair to sleep through the rest of the night.

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You sat on the floor of the living room in your house playing with your toys, as Steph sat on the couch, watching over you, when you heard a familiar car engine pull into the driveway, a few moments later you heard Keys in the door unlocking it as Steph said “That’s your Mum and Ma,”.

As the door opened you tensed up, not knowing what your Ma might say to you, you saw your Ma standing next to your Mum and you ran upstairs into your room.

Your Mum and Steph helped your Ma into her room and got her all sorted before Steph left, telling them to call her if they needed anything. Your Mum told your Ma she was just going to check on you quickly and then she would be back.

Your Mum opened your door and saw your sobbing body splayed out on your bed, she picked you up. You tried to fight her hold but she just tightened her grip causing you to give in.

“Ma doesn’t want me,” you sadly say.

 “Oh Monkey, that’s not true, your Ma was feeling very icky and that made her mad,” she said wiping the hair out of your face.

“Like it always does?” you question, your Ma had never been so mad when she was icky that she made you go away.

“Yeah but extra mad. But we have talked and she is going to try and not get so made when she is icky. Do you want to see her? I think she would like to see you,” you nodded hesitantly and you were carried into their room. The light was very dim in there, but your Ma could still see your red tear stained cheeks and your puffy eyes, and she felt very angry with herself.

“I’m super sorry Munchkin, I shouldn't have yelled at you to go away, you were only trying to see if I was okay,” she said as your Mum put you down on the bed, you didn't reply to her, but instead crawled over to her and curled into her side, falling asleep almost immediately. Your Ma was confused by you falling asleep so quickly, and furrowed her brows at your Mum who answered her.

“Sam messaged me this morning, said she didn’t sleep very well last night, go to sleep I might too, but let me know if you need anything please.”

“I love you, Cait, thank you, for everything,” Your Ma said, before your Mum leant over to place a quick kiss on her lips. They both quickly joined you in sleep.

[marvelnatswhore]

pervert step mommy wanda thoughts <3

she is becoming my favourite thing again sooo here's some thoughts-

i got a little carried away -nsfw below!

a few warnings: Cnc, mommy kink, exhibitionism & tiny mentions of drugging

Wanda was very insistent you call her mommy when you met and you quickly realised how much you liked it too

She always comes into your room without warning. If she caught you naked, well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing would it?

wanda’s favourite time to visit you is at night so she can play with her pretty girl all she wants.. <3

She likes to pull you against her chest and touch you while you sleep; sometimes she just wants to grope your tits and rub your pussy to watch you whimper under her and get all helplessly wet.

sometimes she’ll have a little more fun with you and edge you slowly with her fingers being careful not to wake you up.

Even if that meant a little sleeping pill or two she needed to slip in your tea.

Wanda knows you have a crush on her and she’ll go to any length to watch you fold under her.

She’ll often masturbate to videos she's taken of herself fucking you while you sleep.

She knows you can hear her moaning and maybe she accidentally forgot to close the door all the way..

though it wouldn't be a shame if you decided to watch her. 

 Wanda makes it a habit to wear short clothing around you and sometimes just a sports bra and shorts around the house.

It's cute watching you turn all red when mommy’s boobs are out and she loves it when you stare at her.

You'd notice something was happening when you keep waking up with soaked panties and sticky sheets or sometimes you’d wake up without panties at all.

Wanda does your laundry and she always teases you for it

“Oh sweetheart it happened again? All these little wet dreams you’re having hmm, I’ve washed your panties like 10 times this week!” 

“Sorry wanda… i don’t know why-”

“Baby i told you to call me mommy didn’t i?” 

It’s hardly long before she makes a move on you. 

Wanda has all to herself for the weekend and she can't stop thinking about you. 

she spends the day teasing you relentlessly.

you’d be lying if you said all the attention she was giving you, didn’t turn you on. 

 Wanda insisted you try yoga with her, maybe it was just getting to watch you bend over in tight leggings but you enjoyed it too. 

especially when she comes up behind you to "correct your positions"

she'll press herself against your ass, and makes sure you notice the bulge in her pants

if you asked wanda what she was doing she'll cut you off by telling you to relax yourself.

She’ll pull you back up against her chest and slide her hand down your front and further into your pants until she’s cupping your soaking pussy. 

“Mommy-” 

“That’s it baby just relax ok? I’ve wanted to fuck this pretty pussy for weeks"

She’ll pull your leggings down and run her hands over your bare skin, before she fucks you with her strap until you're coming all over her, even a little longer with some praise. 

She’ll happily carry you to her bedroom and clean you up

maybe undressing herself to masturbate in front of you while you’re still a subby little mess for mommy.

God she teases you for days after

pulling you into her bedroom or the bathroom with her to kiss you and stick her hand down your pants to feel how much you want her.

and how could you not want her?

[oceaneyesinla]

this got longer than I expected, but I had the idea and I had to write it! I don't normally write child characters, but I like how this little universe is turning out

Chuuya x reader, reader and Chuuya have a child together, nickname 'angel' used

Divider by @/cafekitsune

"Chuu, why is Kiko carrying around a limited edition Pokémon plushie that's bigger than she is?" You lean against the study door frame, admiring the sight of your boyfriend at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He turns at the sound of your voice, a soft smile crossing his face.

He beckons you over, letting you slot between his legs and wrapping his arms around you, "Hey, angel. We missed you today."

You can't help but melt at his words, especially when he nuzzles into your tummy, hands resting on your lower back. You stroke a hand over ginger locks, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, "I missed you too. Now, answer my question. A Pikachu met me at the door instead of our daughter."

Honestly, the sight had been hilarious. A giant plushie, with two little legs sticking out of the bottom and two little hands clinging onto the yellow fabric. A bright, happy greeting from behind the plushie made your chest warm, as did the huge smile splitting Kiko's face when you relieved her of the giant toy.

Chuuya lets out a laugh, blue eyes shining with mirth, "We went out today, and you know Pikachu is her favourite. She was looking at it; what was I supposed to do?"

You can't fault him - not that you were in the first place. It's lucky for you both that Kiko doesn't have a penchant for evil, because those big eyes and squishy cheeks could convince you to do just about anything. Chuuya especially is physically incapable of refusing her anything, even if the only way she asks for it is by staring longingly. Clearly, that's what happened today.

"How did you even get it home?" You knew they were planning to use the subway, and you were pretty sure they wouldn't have gotten far with Kiko's new friend in tow.

Chuuya smirks up at you, "Being an executive has its perks."

You roll your eyes, "I don't think the boss expects you to use Port Mafia resources to transport giant plushies."

"Pretty sure he said our subordinates were at our disposal. Today, I needed help transporting precious cargo." Whether he was referring to the plushie, or to Kiko, you weren't sure. Probably both.

A rush of affection leads you to drop another kiss on his head, cradling the back of his head in one hand. Nobody ever expects Chuuya to be like this; soft, relaxed. It's a side of him precious few get to see, and you always consider it a privilege to be one of those allowed to sneak beneath the mask he wears for the rest of the world.

"Angel, you haven't been into our room yet, have you?" You narrow your eyes at his playful tone, and he just stares up at you, blue eyes big and 'innocent'. He keeps talking, and you can tell he's trying to hold back a smile.

Slowly, you come to a realisation, "You didn't ..."

The smile he's no longer able to hide says it all. You pull away from him and rush out of the room, hearing him laugh behind you. Moments later, you're standing in your bedroom, staring at a plushie the same size as Kiko's, except this one is your favourite Pokémon. You feel something bump into you, and you find Kiko behind you, still carrying her Pikachu.

"Mama, we got it special for you!" She's peeking out from behind her plushie, and she sounds so excited.

Chuuya appears behind her, resting a hand on her head, "She insisted that if she was getting one, Mama had to have one too."

Every time you think you can't love them more, they do something to prove you wrong. You remove the plushie from Kiko, placing it on the bed next to yours so you can lift her into your arms and snuggle her close, "Thank you, baby." You look at Chuuya, watching the two of you with such love that you swear you can see hearts, "Thanks to you too, Chuu."

"Anything for my girls." He steps closer, wrapping you up in his arms and you know he means every word.

[xxemiexx]

Out Of Order

~Request~

Short story, birth denial, clothing birth

Around 800 words

I got out my apartment and waddled to the lift, the baby sitting low in my birth canal, I'd soon be in the car on the way to hospital.

But then I saw the out of order sign!

"Fuck!" I cursed, I was on the 9th floor and would have to make it down in time for my taxi!

I sighed and moved to the stairs, taking a deep breath before taking the first step, as soon as my legs left each other the baby took the opportunity and moved lower.

"Oh no don't do this. Stay in." I moaned in pain taking the next step as the same happened again.

I made it down 7 more steps and the pressure in my stomach was growing stronger.

A contraction hit and I doubled up holding the hand rail as my body forced itself to squat down. I moaned as the pressure seemed to release in a pop between my thighs.

Gasping realising my water was running down my legs and the baby was right at the opening now I quickly got up out the squatting position pressing my hand to the baby's head.

"Not right now please!" I quietly begged taking another step.

I'd reached the bottom of the first flight and took a big breath as I pushed open the doors to the next flight.

The next contraction pulsed through me and my body was forcing me to push the urge just undeniable, it started to burn, as I was pushing I used the hand rail and steady myself as I lifted my leg slightly, giving the baby more room to come out.

Completely forgetting my current situation as I the head came to a full crown in my pants.

I groaned in effort, feeling the head slip back inside when I stopped pushing, realising this was a good opportunity I carried on walking down the stairs.

I rushed down the next flight fighting the contractions with panting and heavy breathing.

But as I started on the next step the pain took over me as I separated my legs, and the baby's head pushed into my pants in a crown.

"No!" I moaned but my body forced me to bear down and push.

The head fighting against the tight material of my pants finally popped out, I gasped loudly realising what I'd done.

"No! Fuck please stay in!!."

The lump between my legs made it hard to take the steps now, my pants moving it back in slightly when I moved too much.

I stumbled quickly down the next 3 flights, the head staying out, it wasn't until I stopped to catch my breath I felt the baby turn inside me readying for the shoulders to come out.

"Oh no..." I groaned and took a deep breath.

I pushed, squatting down and groaning with exhaustion. There was no room for the baby to move out any further.

When I stood back up the progress was erased as the head got pushed back against the fabric of my underwear.

The door to the stairwell for this floor opened and an elderly lady came into the hall, she had a walking stick and a bag.

“Why hello the-“ the old lady was cut off as her bag of shopping broke and her stuff fell all over the floor. She gasped and looked from the shopping back to me.

“Would you be a dear and help me pick these up?” She asked trying to bend down to reach things.

I groaned internally and waddled over to her slowly, carefully bending down to reach some tins.

I stood back up and felt a contraction building, I waited for the lady to stand back up.

Suddenly she stumbled forward when she was trying to stand, she reached forward for my support but she grabbed my leggings, pulling them down slightly as she steadied herself.

My body took the extra room and pushed of its own accord, the shoulders being birthed past my underwear and into my trouser leg.

I gasped and quickly moved away from the lady, heading back to the stairs, she shouted for me but I ignored her.

I reached into my leggings holding the baby that’s now half out of me, panting through the contraction.

I’m not going to make it.

I stop at the next floor and waddle to the rest room, quickly slamming the door on a vacant stall.

I don’t have the time to pull my clothes off as my body involuntarily pushes and the baby is birthed to the hips, pulling down into a leg.

I cry out as I give one last push, fully birthing my baby out into my trouser leg.

I pant hard and reach to take the baby to my chest. We stay like this until I have the strength to stand and finally call a cab to take us to the hospital.

[zeltqz]

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 [𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃] SIX

pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader

word count. 7k

series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.

content. smoking, mild drug use, SMUT, mentions of past alcohol addiction, murder/implied death threats

a/n: i am so SORRRY you all had to wait like two fucking months for the next chapter. I came back from my summer vacation and had my birthday recently so i was inactive sorry sososrryryryryr 😔😔 hope you enjoyed this chapter ily all

2006

You tried concentrating as you poured some milk into your cereal but the sounds of the TV channels being flipped every two seconds drove you to borderline insanity. “Would you chill out?” you asked, glaring at Ran over your bowl of cereal.

“Can’t find anything worth watching.” He was lounging around in your living room, his feet kicked up on your table and shrugged, turning to look at you and flashing a cheesy yet charming grin in your direction. 

Your mother walked down the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly. When she saw a shirtless Ran sitting on her couch, she almost passed out when she saw the litter of tattoos on his chest, trailing up and down his leg and arm. 

Ran felt her stare and glanced at her, raising a curious eyebrow and anything she had to complain about instantly faded as she shut her mouth and walked over to the kitchen. 

She dragged you to a corner of the kitchen, one where Ran couldn’t hear. “Is this the guy…you were telling me about?” she asked, concerned.

“Yes?” you responded, looking at her weirdly and scooped your spoon back into your cereal. “Why?”

“Why is he here..? At ten in the morning?”

“Oh. Because he slept over.” You took a bite of your food, satisfied with the small unhelpful answers you were giving her.

“Oh. I didn’t see him last night. What time did you get home?”

You shrugged. “Around 2-3?”

She pressed her lips together, firmly. “Where’s his shirt?”

“I got hot during the night,” you laughed but she didn’t find it funny.

“Well couldn’t you give him another one?”

“Unless you want to see him in one of my tank tops then no.” The amusement slowly drifted away when you realised she wasn’t humouring you at all and she was being serious. “Why are you asking so many questions?”

She gave you a concerned look, like she expected the answer to be obvious but it only pissed you off more. Who the hell was she to judge who you liked?

Reading the look on your face, she instantly dropped the topic, not wanting to get into another argument with you, especially not sober. “Okay, fine. I won’t ask any questions.” She crossed her arms and leaned against the cupboard. “Are you at least going to school today? It started three hours ago.”

You shook your head. “I’m staying here with Ran today. You’ll be gone, right? For that job interview?”

“...yeah. My AA sponsor said I should start getting back on my feet.”

“Good.” You put your cereal bowl down. “I can stop carrying the household on my back and you can start doing your job as a mother,” you said sweetly, tilting your head condescendingly to the side. 

She returned your incredibly fake smile for a second and then sighed, dropping the act and returning back to concerned mother. “Skipping school for a boy though…? Is that really smart?”

You glared at her, pushing your side off the counter to stand in front of her. “Don’t start this. Not now. I’m happy, and he makes me happy. If you cared about me, you’d accept it. Hiro likes him too!”

She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to come off as gentle yet firm. “You may think he makes you happy, but—”

“I think I know what I like mom. I’m eighteen! I’m not some child that doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“You’re dating a guy that looks at least twenty—”

“I’m nineteen,” Ran called back from the living room, his eyes glued onto his phone. 

Your mother’s mouth closed shut as she ate down her words and you looked at her, waiting to see what bullshit she’d come up with next. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I didn’t know he could hear us.”

“So?”

Your mother grabbed your hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “What you’re going through, baby, is what every teenage girl goes through at your age. It’s a phase.”

“It’s not a—fuck! Mom!”

“It is!! I went through the same thing at your age. Next thing you know I got knocked up by a—”  she lowered her voice to ensure Ran couldn’t hear this time, “a delinquent. And how do you think that turned out?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly. He fucking left. Where else do you think your dad is right now?”

“I don’t care about that man. Ran is nothing like that. He actually cares about me. He got me a job, taught me things and even let’s me stay at his place when I don’t want to stay here.”

“Wait, you stay at his? Like live with him?” 

You nodded slowly. “The fact you don’t even know when I’m gone is concerning. What’s the problem anyway?I use protection if that’s what you’re so scared of—” 

“I just don’t want you fucking up your life like I did mine. Especially at your age. Okay?”

“Who said I’m—”  Your mother shushed you when your volume was starting to rise. You cleared your throat and spoke again, but more quietly, “who said I’m fucking my life up?”

“You’re literally skipping school!”

“It’s the first time! Just for today! It’s his only free day, okay? I dunno when I’ll be able to spend time with him again. Just let me have this. Please? I’ll catch up on my school work tomorrow. I promise.”

“He’s not a good influence, baby. You’re smart, you can do better than this.” 

“Are we done here?” You sighed, rubbing your temples in irritation. Your mother looked like she had more to say but closed her mouth and slowly shook her head. “Good.” You walked away from the kitchen, into the living room and flopped down on the couch next to Ran. 

You waited until your mother walked back up the stairs before turning to face Ran, putting your head on his shoulder.

 “Hey, pretty girl. You done arguing with your mother yet?” He said, attention fully on his phone and lifted his arm up to wrap around your shoulder, holding you tightly against his side. 

“Hiya,” you smiled and nuzzled your face in his chest, taking in his strong scent. “My mother thinks you’re a bad influence.”

“Can’t say I disagree,” he said, grinning. You playfully slapped his arm and he slid his hand down to your sides before lifting you up and to straddle his lap. 

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you said softly, lacing your arms behind his head and leaning down to peck him on the lips. “She’s just a hypocrite.”

“It’s fine baby. C’mere.” You shifted on his lap to rest your head against his shoulder. “You worry too much. Who cares what people think.”

“I don’t care. I just hate her fucking opinion. She always judges everything I do. Then once she starts drinking again she becomes the most irresponsible person on the planet, but expects me to be a saint? It’s so tiring.” 

Ran hummed and kissed your forehead. “Want me to make you feel better?”

You bit your lip and looked up at him before smiling. He tossed his phone on the opposite couch and flipped your positions, your back resting flat against the couch as he hovered over you. You erupted in a fit of giggles and laughter as he kissed his way down your stomach, making you squirm and squeal with excitement. The buzz of butterflies flew in your stomach as he kissed down your belly. Your shorts were short enough to show him the lace of your panties Mira helped you pick out during your shopping spree last week. You watched intently, bunching his long hair up and out of his face as his lips lingered close to your thighs. Your breath hitched as he stuck out his tongue, running it along the thin fabric, then licked a trail back up your body, to your face, kissing you deeply. 

Your mother watched from the staircase shaking her head in disappointment as she watched you fall for someone like him. She's had experience with guys like Ran, she knows what kind of monster they are deep down inside and knows exactly how they were. After all, she fucked around with a guy like that and got pregnant at 20. Your dad was a deadbeat, refusing to accept you as his own and left when you were four. Ever since that night, she's been drinking to cope with the loneliness, unable to function by herself after getting so attached to him. They'd be on and off for a couple years, and constantly get your hopes up that you'd be a happy family, but they just weren't meant to work out.

In all honesty, she would have loved for you to meet someone else, a nice guy who could give you a stable relationship, but that's impossible. In her eyes, Ran was bad news, he was all fun and games, but deep down he had no feelings for you other than lust. And once you fell for him, he would use you until he got bored and moved onto the next girl. She couldn't imagine why you would fall for him. But it was obvious how happy you are with him. So you can only hope that she was wrong. That maybe one day you will meet someone special, and not end up like her.

So she let out a heavy sigh, and went back upstairs. 

Present day.

It had been a week, and the phone Mikey gave you remained eerily silent, devoid of any notifications or messages. You spent the weekend at Shion’s house, keeping conversations to a minimum, only sharing faint smiles when he’d place his hand on your waist for a kiss. You weren’t in the mood, and you felt guilty for taking your sour mood on him, but the conversation with Dona and the plan Mikey and Sanzu formed had put a damper on your entire mood.

You hadn’t left Shion’s house either; instead, you laid on the bed, consumed by your thoughts about what you’d have to do with Mira. Your finger hovered over Mira’s contact for a few moments before you finally decided to get over yourself and text her.

You: MIRAA i missed you so much. Are you free anytime soon? 

You cringed at the text but sighed and hit send. Mira seemed likely to be busy, what with her engagement to the head of police, or chief of police? Frankly, you couldn’t be bothered to remember Naoto’s job title. While waiting for her response, you managed to clean both Shion’s bedroom and the living room. Boredom had driven you to it, there was nothing else for you to do anyway. 

Ran’s number remained blocked, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault that lackeys broke into Hiro’s house and beat him half to death like you thought initially. But at the end of the day, you still promised Hiro you’d stay away from Ran. It wasn’t as simple as it sounded, especially since the initial anger toward him had faded now that you knew the incident wasn’t planned, not even Mikey had been aware of it.

You were in the midst of wiping down the kitchen counters, earphones playing your favourite song in your eyes when your phone suddenly buzzed in your back pocket. The vibration startled you, and you hastily set the cleaning wipes aside. After drying your hands on the sides of your jeans, you grabbed your phone from your pocket.

Mira: HEY!!!!!!!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH :( SORRY BUT I’M BUSY ALL WEEK. I’M FREE THIS WEEKEND THOUGH. IS SATURDAY ALRIGHT?

You chewed the inside of your cheek, taking a moment to think. Next Saturday seems fine, but you feel by then it’ll have already been two weeks and you don’t want to wait too long before Mikey and Sanzu think you’re stalling. You brought out the burner phone in your dresser and unlocked it, pulling out Dona’s saved contact details and called her for advice.

You had a few questions on your mind to ask her. How long does it take to piss Mikey off, how many bodies does Sanzu have, how to quit this Bonten agreement with all your limbs and organs intact. It still angered you to even think about asking Dona, especially after the argument, but you had no other choice.

It seemed like the idea of talking to you pissed Dona off as well since she practically growled, “What the hell do you want?” the second she picked up the phone.

“Oh grow up, would you? This 8 year one sided grudge you have isn’t cute.”

“Did you think for a second that maybe it’s not a ‘one-sided grudge’ and I just genuinely don’t fucking like you?”

You rolled your eyes so far back in your head and settled down on the bed with a hefty sigh. “Cool. Anyway, are you free on Saturday?”

“...why?”

“Is it not fucking obvious why?” you snapped. There was a long silence on the other end before you groaned loudly. “Mira? The plan? The whole entire reason we’re even talking right now?”

“Oh. That. Can’t, sorry. I’m busy on Saturday.”

“Well that’s the only day Mira is available so clear up some damn room and cancel your plans.”

“I’ll think about it.” Dona said.

“‘Kay. Thank you D—” There was a beep and the disconnected sound blared in your eyes. “Bitch.” You tossed the burner back into the dresser with a thud and you quickly made sure you didn’t crack the screen. Inspection over, you grabbed your main phone and texted Mira saying you couldn’t wait to see her this weekend, smiling when she sent a string of emojis mixed with hearts and smiley faces before disappearing offline.

Your heart warmed knowing she hadn’t changed a single bit, always sending those same string of emojis whenever you both parted ways during texts. You left your phone on the bed, about to head back to the kitchen when your phone buzzed against the sheets. You picked up the phone, only to see there were no notifications. Confused, you looked around, remembering the burner phone and grabbed it. 

The phone only had 9 saved numbers: Mikey, Sanzu and Dona were the only ones that you knew of. You didn’t bother checking the rest. Pulling up the contacts, you saw the names of all the other executives: Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Takeomi, Mochizuki and Kakucho.

“Oh my god, Kaku,” you said to nobody but yourself. You were faintly acquainted with Kakucho, only saying hello and exchanging waves whenever you crossed paths, which wasn’t often either. You barely saw Ran’s friends back then except Rindou. 

You checked the recent messages on the burner. You couldn’t help but feel lightness in your chest when you saw the message was from Ran. 

Ran: so this is where you’ve been hiding

You smiled at the text, shifting onto your back on the bed and typed back a response. 

You: how did you find me

Ran: you forget who I work for?

You: oh. yeah makes sense

You: so what do you want

Ran: i miss you

You: u went 8 years without me. You’ll live

Ran: and I joined a criminal organisation, cut my hair short and dyed it pink and purple. What does that tell you

You: that I’m amazzzingggg

Ran: ik u are. 

Ran: come over tonight 

You: I can’t sorry. I made a promise that I can’t see u again

Ran: I would take that seriously if you didn’t make that same exact promise to ur mother ten years ago

Ran: and I still got u in my bed

You: …

You: fine. But I don’t want your drivers driving me around anymore. 

Ran: thought you would like the princess treatment 

You: no I don’t. You can help buy me a car tho?

Ran: ?

You: plsplsplsplspslspslssss

Ran: I’ll think about it

You: and I’ll see you tonight 

Ran: alright baby

“I’m back!” Shion called from the front door. 

You turned your phone off and entered the living room, approaching Shion from behind. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a bear hug. He stumbled forward from the impact, taking a second to catch his footing before peeking behind his arm at your face dug into his back. “Aw, you missed me.”

He turned around and you let go of his waist, his hands rising to hold your face and plaster a wet sticky kiss on your forehead. 

“Ew, gross,” you mumbled, a hint of a playful smile on your lips as you wiped your hand over the leftover spit. He grumbled for you to shut up and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge door to examine its contents. “I’m not gonna be home on Saturday,” you said as you followed behind him.

“Really? Why?”

“I’m hanging out with Mira. A little reunion thing, you know?”

“That’s cute.” He pulled out the milk and opened it, sniffing it, then grimaced and tossed it in the trash. “But who the hell is Mira?”

“You really don’t remember her? Me, her and Dona?”

Shion removed his head from the fridge and looked at you and shrugged. “Oh wait.” He took a moment and you crossed your arms, waiting. “Oh! Her! Didn’t she have a crush on me?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “She found you cute at first, then you got knocked out in a fight. Instant ick.”

His eyes narrowed. “That fight wasn’t fair and you know it. Nobody told Hanma to bring a goddamn bat.”

“Like you’d win if he didn’t have the bat—” You just about dodged the empty water bottle he tossed at you. You quickly grabbed it and threw it back in his direction. He swiftly swatted it away before it could hit him and you scoffed. “If only you could fight as good as you could dodg—”

“That’s it.” He picked you up by the legs and carried you over to the couch, ignoring your complaints which eventually turned into laughter when he set you onto the couch. He swatted away some cushions and pinned you against the surface. 

“You caught me off guard. That’s all.”

“Yeah okay.” He laughed and dipped his head down towards yours. You parted your lips when his tongue slid past your teeth, hot against your own. You giggled, closing your eyes as he nipped at your bottom lip. 

“Lemme borrow your car later,” you said in between kisses, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started nibbling at your neck.

“What?” he mumbled softly, breaking the kiss and looking down at you. “Fuck it’s been so long since I fucked you.”

“I said,'' you wound your arms around his neck. “Can you lemme borrow your car tonight?”

His eyes travelled down your body and his gaze lingered on the swell of your tits through your shirt for a moment before moving back up to your eyes when you purposefully moved your head to his eyeline. “Please?”

“Uh. What for?”

You shrugged and lolled your head back against the couch, your finger rising to wrap your finger around the silver chain dangling from his neck. “I just want to drive around. I’m bored. Please?”

“I mean sure…but—” You swiftly sat up and kissed his cheek as a distraction. His cheeks were flushed slightly and he bit down on his lower lip, a satisfied grin forming on his face when your lips slowly trailed from his cheeks to his lips, kissing him slowly and passionately, the way you know he likes it. 

You pulled away and brought his head down to your lips, whispering, “please?” into his ear. He groaned and kissed you one last time before thoroughly agreeing. “Thank you thank you thank you! Mwah.” You planted one more kiss on his lips before pushing him off of you and slipping off the couch.

~*~

“What exactly is this supposed to be?”

Ran shrugged, finished downing his drink and placed it back on the counter top before leaning forward to get a closer look at the little baggie you had in your hand. “Kokonoi gave it to me.”

“Yeah okay, but—” You let out a noise of doubt and put it back on the table. “I don’t trust it.”

“Since when were you a pussy?” 

You looked up at Ran and glared at the smug smile on his face. “I’m not a pussy Ran. I just don’t want to eat a random pill that you yourself said you don’t know what it's called!”

He rested his elbows on the marble countertop and his grin widened. “I took it earlier and I’m fine.”

“That’s because you barely have brain cells left to scramble.” You reached over the counter and ruffled his perfectly styled hair. “I’ll do it because I trust you.” You removed the pink pill from the baggie and held it up to your eyes, examining it cautiously. “If this kills me—”

“It won’t, you big baby. Eat it.”

You bit your lip and thought for a moment before looking back up at him. “Fine. Get me some water.”

“Just swallow it.”

You huffed, “I need some water to help. I can’t just swallow it.”

He looked at you, amused, and crossed his arms. “Why not?”

“Because! Ugh, shut up!” You put the pill back on the counter and stormed over to the cabinet, grabbing an empty glass, then to the tap to fill it with tap water. Ran laughed from his corner of the kitchen as he watched you stomp your way around his kitchen, like a storm. You turned to glare at him, his laugh only making you even more annoyed. “What the hell is so funny?”

“You,” he cackled again when your eyebrows furrowed deeper. “Your temper. It’s hilarious.”

“I don’t have a goddamn temper.”

“You explode at anything small. It’s cute.” He walked over towards you and booped your nose, the tip of his finger skirting down your cheek to your chin, lifting your face up to his eyeline. “You really haven’t changed a single bit. It’s reassuring.”

“Well, thanks.” You looked down at the glass of water with an uncertain look on your face. “This’ll get me high right?”

“Yeah.” You took a second for motivation and Ran moved to grab the pill off the counter. He returned in front of you, “Open your mouth.” He waited until your mouth was open before slotting the pill on the flat pink of your tongue. You brought the water up to your mouth and took a sip before digesting it. 

Thanks to the water, you couldn’t feel the full effects of the pill hitting you until a few hours later, you resting on top of Ran’s chest, drifting in and out of sleep. He had you locked tight around his arms, enjoying the warmth and weight of you atop of him. He felt you shuffle around, trying to get comfortable.  

“What car do you want?” Ran asked, looking down at your head resting against his chest. Your head was tucked under his chin, one arm wrapped around his waist as the other clutched onto his shirt. 

Your head felt heavy when you tried to lift it from his chest and squinted up at him. With the drugs running through your veins, everything looked brighter and crispier, colours seeming sharper than usual. It was hard to focus. “Ummm, what car?” you asked slowly.

Ran chuckled softly and leaned downwards, pressing his lips against your forehead. “The one you asked me to buy you.”

“Hm.” You sat up from his chest and straddled his lap. He slid his hands up your thighs to hold onto your hips. Your hands rested beside his head as you hazily looked down at him. “I wasn’t serious about that. You know?”

“Serious or not, I’ll buy it for you. Anything you want. Just tell me.”

“Really?” you smiled and bit your lip.

He shifted upwards, inching closer to your face, your nose brushing against his. “Anything you want.”

You couldn’t resist the close proximity anymore and dipped your head downwards, kissing him gently. You lifted one hand from the bed to rest on the side of his face. He pulled your hips closer, pressing you hard against his erection. The friction and the heat of his body against yours made you moan softly, which he eagerly swallowed up with each kiss. 

You could feel his cock begin to harden against your inner thigh and bit down on his lip before sucking it back into his mouth, relishing in the low groan he left out when you slowly pushed your hips back against his lap. Your hands gripped onto the pillow under him, digging your nails into the fabric as you latched your lips onto the skin of his neck, biting and sucking gently on the flesh. His hand skimmed past your thighs, along the curve of your ass and gripped it, squeezing whatever he could grab and groaned at the feeling of your soft lips against his skin, sucking softly.

You broke the kiss and licked down his neck. His skin tasted sweet and tangy, sending tingles throughout your entire body. 

Your world was flipped when he switched positions in the blink of an eye and hovered above you, gazing into your eyes with lust filled desire. You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, locking your lips together.You felt Ran’s hands slide across your leg and hitched it upwards to wrap around his waist, and you whimpered in response, your back arching as you let yourself loose around him.

“This okay?” he murmured softly against your lips as his hand slowly entered inside your jeans. You nodded vigorously and pulled him back down for a kiss, slipping your tongue desperately between his lips. The sheets got tangled beneath your bodies as you both kissed passionately. 

You pushed him onto his side, his hand lifting your thigh to rest over your leg. His fingers unzipped your jeans and helped you toss them off before lifting your thigh to rest over his leg, sliding his hand down to rest against your ass, his grip creating a heat wild enough within you and sending a jolt of electricity to your core.

With every inch of his body pressed against you, you couldn’t help but moan. “Fuck me please Ran. I need it.”

Ran hummed deeply against your lips and pushed you onto your back. He knelt between your legs and you giggled as he parted them open with his big hands. You reached downwards, his fingers teasing the waistband of his pants and you helped him push it down and off his hips. You grabbed his cock, the tip wet with pre and positioned it by your entrance. He braced his hands beside your head, his forehead touching yours as your pussy twitched when he moved closer to you, trailing kisses along your neck.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, closing your eyes shut when you felt his cock slowly enter you. “Fuck fuck fuck oh my god.” You dug your fingers into his shoulder blades and arched your back, feeling the head slide past your barrier, stretching you out.

“Almost there baby.” He kept thrusting slowly, taking his time and going further inside of you with each stroke. You cried out loud, louder than before, moaning constantly as he pushed himself deeper into you. “God, you’re so tight.” He groaned out your name and your body shivered at the raspiness of his voice.

“More,” you panted desperately, your eyes meeting his gaze for the first time since entering you. 

He snapped his hips forward, filling you completely and pulled all the way out, his cock wet with your juices before fucking back into you. The heat of his skin searing your walls as you sank your nails into his shoulders. His lips found yours again, soft and warm. Your fingertips flipped across his back and you felt his cock throb within you. Each thrust had you clenching around him, clutching him tight to your body as he fucked you with slow, methodical strokes.

You tossed your head back, panting and crying out, clutching onto his hair, the back of his shirt, anything you could possibly muster. 

“Arms up baby,” he ordered and sat back, his cock still warming your sides. His hands held onto your hips, digging into the soft flesh as you shrugged your shirt off, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra and toss it off the bed. It landed into a sorry puddle on the floor along with your shirt and Ran’s jeans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when you looked back and saw Ran in the middle of shedding his shirt off. 

“I always loved this tattoo,” you giggled, running your arms along the pattern before bringing him back down to your level, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for another steamy kiss. 

You spread your legs wider apart and pressed down on his lower back to get him deeper inside you. His mouth travelled to your breasts where he started sucking on your nipples, biting down softly and nibbling on them. He slipped his hand beneath your body and grasped your clit, rubbing lightly in circles causing you to gasp loudly. You came apart in his arms, shattering into pieces and screaming his name in his ear. He pumped faster and harder, his hips slamming against yours as you tightened around his cock once more. His climax shot through him, thrusting every inch of his cum spilling inside of you. Every drop was heaven, you felt yourself tighten up once more and seconds later your orgasm arrived, intensifying everything. You dripped on his cock and held onto him so tight you swore there were permanent nail marks on the bone of his shoulder.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. Your muscles relaxed slightly and your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled you to lay close against him. He kissed your neck softly, stroking your thighs with his hands. 

“You alright?” he asked quietly.

“Mmmm. I’m amazing,” you hummed in agreement, resting your head against his chest and nuzzling against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I really missed you Ran.”

His eyes traced your face and he saw the genuinity in your eyes. “Me too baby.” He smiled softly and his hands slid down your bare back and cupped your ass, pulling you tighter against him. “Missed this too.”

He leaned in and kissed you on the lips. Anything you had to say melted away as you indulged in him, humming softly into his mouth before pulling away. 

~*~

The supermarket was busy and bustling as Mira walked through the aisles with her shopping cart. She had a whole list ready and was looking for the dairy aisle when she bumped into someone’s cart. “Sorry!” she apologised and gasped when she looked up and saw who it was. “Dona?”

Dona smiled at her and waved, putting her basket on the floor as Mira practically pounced on her, pulling her into a suffocating hug. 

“I thought I’d never see you again! What the hell?!” Mira pulled away and rested her hands on Dona’s shoulders, practically buzzing with excitement. “You look so good!”

“Oh stop,” Dona pushed her hands off her shoulders. “You’re still so damn energetic, it’s crazy.” She put her hands in her pocket. “What’s up though. What’re you shopping for?”

“Oh this stupid party Naoto wants me to host for his cop buddies.” Mira sighed and walked back to her cart. “I love Naoto but fuck, those damn cops are so annoying.”

“Really?” Dona asked, grabbing her shopping list. “Wouldn’t expect nothing more from a buncha cops. I’m surprised you’re even with one to be honest. Thought you hated them.”

“I do!” Mira said, hiding her face behind her hands while laughing. “No but Naoto’s…different.”

Dona stared blankly at her. “Different…?”

“Yeah! He’s not like those backwards, misogynistic asshole cops. He’s so sweet and treats me like a queen and he’s so sweet! Oh my god! He does this cute thing in the mornings and brushes my hair out of my face and whispers “good morning beautiful” in my ear every morning. I pretend I’m asleep just so I can hear him say it and he kisses me goodbye before work and—”

“Okay I get it! Sheesh, rub in your relationship more in my face would you?” Dona sighed and picked up her basket, following next to Mira as she began walking with her trolley. 

“I can’t believe you’re still single! Guess he really broke your heart, huh?”

“Don’t even talk about him right now. Fuck Shuji. That fucking asshole.”

Mira laughed. “That was like what, ten years ago? You need to let that go.”

“I’m trying! Okay?! But my minds been occupied with…stuff.”

Mira stopped by the meat aisle and began searching for some chicken breast. “Stuff or someone?”

“Someone as in a boy?” Dona asked and Mira nodded, checking the back of the package before dumping it into the trolley. “No, I'm not seeing someone.”

“You should.”

“I’m good.”

“You used to be so boy crazy! What happened?”

Dona shrugged and looked down at the floor for a short moment, biting the soft tissue of her cheek. “I just grew up I guess. Anyway, this party thing. When is it?”

“Tomorrow night. I have to cook for a bunch of weirdo cops. Not looking forward to it.” Mira paused for a moment and then gasped. “You should come with me!”

Dona blinked at her. “What?”

“Yes! Oh my god please please please. I’ll need someone to keep me company.” She clung onto Dona’s arms as she begged. “I’m so sick of all the other cops' wives. They’re all judgemental and yucky and like three times my age. Definitely jealous of my youth.”

Dona laughed and Mira pouted, hoping it’ll be enough to convince her. With a final sigh, Dona finally gave in. “Fine. But only for two hours. I have work.”

“Really? What do you work as?”

“I uh…it’s complicated.”

“At least you have a job. I’m just known as Naoto’s wife and stay at home all day. Maybe I could come visit you on your free days?”

“It’s oof.” Dona thought about it for a moment. “I can take you to a club I work at whenever you’re free. Sometimes we gamble and stuff. You wanna join?”

“Gambling…? I thought that was illegal.”

“Never stopped us back in the day.” Dona winked, playing around and watched the conflict flicker all over her face. “It’ll be a little secret. You don’t have to tell Naoto anything.”

“Of course I won’t! I may be marrying a cop but I’m not a snitch. Especially on my best friend. I’m just worried about what Naoto would think about me going to a gambling club. He’d definitely lock the place up, haha.”

Dona rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to tell him anything. You’re allowed to have secrets.”

“Legal secrets, yeah.”

“Come onnnnnnnnn. Join me! It’ll be fun, I promise. I’ll even invite (Name) over.”

Mira’s face lit up even more. “Really?! She can come!?

“She fuckin’ better come.” 

“Oh my god the gang's back together!” Mira chirped and jumped before pulling Dona into a big hug. “I can’t wait! Lemme go text (Name) right now!”

“You go do that.” Dona checked her phone. “I gotta go anyway. My boss wants me to clock in now.” She pulled Mira in for another hug. “I’ll see you as soon as I can, okay.”

“Okay, bye bye!”

When Dona left the store, she quickly typed a message to you before entering her car and driving off.

~*~

“Are you busy tomorrow?” you asked hesitantly.

Ran laughed softly. “I’m working tomorrow. Probably be gone for most of the day.” He shifted onto his back and laced his arms behind his head. You propped yourself onto your side and frowned. “What’s wrong baby.”

You shrugged and looked downwards at the mattress, speaking in a quiet voice. “I dunno, I'm just lonely. And bored. I don’t really have anything to do lately.”

He ran his thumb down your cheekbone. “You wanna come with me?”

“Depends. Do I have to witness a murder?”

He grinned widely. “If everything goes well tomorrow night then there’ll be no murder.”

You snorted. “So there’s still a possibility, huh?”

“People die everyday,” he mused and you looked at him with a serious face, pursing your lips together and he sighed. “Fine. Fine. Even if things go to shit tomorrow I promise I won’t kill anybody. I’ll…think of other things.”

“Good enough for me.” You leaned in to kiss him again but stopped short when your phone buzzed. You groaned and reached behind you, fumbling for it on the dresser, bringing it up and reading the text from Mira and Dona. 

Mira: I RAN INTO DONA AT THE SUPERMARKET AND SHE WANTS TO HANG OUT TOMORROW!!!! ARE YOU FREE?

Dona: got mira to come to the club. Be there tomorrow at 7

“Oh fuck,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What’s wrong?” Ran leaned his head on your shoulder and read the text message. 

“Guess I won’t be following you to work tomorrow then,” you said, turning your phone off. You looked over at the heavyweight on your shoulder and rested your head against his. “I’m seeing Mira tomorrow. So I guess you know what that means?”

“Is this about that stupid plan you made with Sanzu?” He asked, pulling away from your head, reaching inside his drawer for a cigarette. You nodded and watched him light the end and shifted back on the bed, bringing the covers over your naked body to cover you. 

“You know about that plan?”

“Little bit.” He lit the cigarette and tossed the lighter back into the drawer. “If it’s not affecting me or any of my business, I don’t care enough to ask more.”

“It’s not affecting you? This Naoto dude?” you asked, trying to get a bigger picture.

“I mean he is, but I’m careful. He’s not catching me anytime soon.”

“Still cocky as ever huh,” you said and he grinned widely around his cigarette. “Anyway I hate the plan a lot. But it's for Hiro's benefit and I’m willing to do anything for him. Even if it means fucking up Mira’s marriage and her fiance’s career forever.”

Ran could feel like there was something up with you and eyed you for a moment. To anyone it was clear the plan was bugging you and as much as you tried acting cool about it, he could tell the guilt was slowly eating you inside. He exhaled cigarette smoke out before putting it on the ashtray beside his bed, shifting back against the bedframe and opened his arms for you to fit in. “C’mere.”

You looked at him and his open arms and shifted forward, crawling the distance between you both and rested between his arms. He enclosed them around you, the side of his face resting against your forehead.

“Do you need some advice from me or want me to shut up and stay silent?” he asked for a moment.

You let out a silent laugh and nodded. “Advice please.”

“Okay.” He cleared his throat and began speaking. “Sometimes in life you gotta do bad shit. Even if you don’t wanna.” He finished talking and you waited a couple seconds for him to continue. 

You were confused when he unwrapped his arms around you and slid off the bed, putting his boxers back on and stretching. 

“What the hell? Is that it Ran?”

“Yeah.” He walked over to his closet and began rummaging for tomorrow’s outfit.

“What kind of advice was that?!” You groaned, stopping your eyes from rolling back. “Sometimes I forget how useless you are.”

“Temper baby,” he responded back, flicking through the range of suits and blazers hung in his closet. You took a moment to admire his closet, impressed with his collection of suits, ranging in different colours and couldn’t help but imagine anybody but Ran pulling it off.

He found an old dress hung up and tossed it in your direction. “Try this shit on for me.” 

The dress landed on your face and you grimaced and pulled it off. Holding it up in the air, you examined it, front to back. “Why the hell do you even have a dress? It’s so small it can’t even fit me!”

“Some girl must’ve left it over,” he said casually, picking out a purple form fitting suit from the hanger and left it on the edge of his bed. All forms of amusement on your face slowly melted at the mention of another girl and you deadpanned in his direction, but he missed it as he began changing back into his clothes. “Does it fit you?” he asked, fitting his shirt over his head.

“Don’t tell me you expect me to wear this? I’m not wearing some recycled dress.”

“You want me to buy you a new dress?” he asked, looking at you.

“Duh.”

He knelt down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the dress, tossing it towards the end of the bed. Your complaint was cut short when he grabbed your ankle and tugged, successfully tipping your back onto the mattress as he inched forwards, climbing over you. His hands laced between yours and you looked up at him, wide eyed. 

“I wonder what it’ll take to get rid of this attitude of yours, hm.” You tried to struggle out of his grip but your attempts were pointless. 

“I don’t have an attitude.”

“Yeah you do. Now ask nicely and I’ll get you what you want.”

You bit down on your tongue and swallowed your pride before lowering your voice to a whisper. “Can you buy me a dress?”

“Can’t hear youuu,” he leaned his ear down lower to your mouth to hear better. “Use your words.”

“You heard me. I’m not saying it again.”

He pulled away and stood up from the bed. “Baby steps. But fine. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”

“Not tomorrow. I’m busy.”

“When are you free then?”

“Any day that’s not tomorrow.” You stood up from the bed. “But I’ll probably have to see you tomorrow if you’re going to be at the club Dona sent me.”

“Maybe.” He pulled you closer for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his midsection and you dug your face in his chest, enjoying how big and warm he was. 

“Can I stay over tonight?” you asked after a moment, looking up at him. 

“You’re gonna be home alone though. I’m not coming back till late.”

“How late?” He pulled his arms away from you. “Dunno. Maybe three? Four?”

“Jesus what the hell do you do all day?”

“Don’t worry.” He booped your nose and you scrunched it in response. “Get some sleep okay? I can see your damn eye bags.”

“Fine. Goodnight and thanks for letting me stay.” You got into bed, grabbing the big warm sheets and covering your whole body. 

“Anytime baby.”

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Ruined Friendship

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Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: Y/n finally plucks up the courage to tell Natasha how she really feels. Only to be turned away and told that she's ruined thier friendship.

Word Count: 4082

Y/n’s POV:

Today was the day that I was planning on telling Nat how I really felt. We’ve been best friends since I joined the Avengers just over a year ago. At times we were inseparable and there was no one else I would rather spend my time with.

I think I’ve liked her from the first day I met her. But I didn’t truly realise until she got hurt on a mission. She wasn’t even that badly hurt, but it made me realise that it wasn’t just friendship that I felt for her. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

Somehow, I’ve managed to hide my feelings from the rest of the team. Not even Wanda knows. They’ve never had their suspicions which is good as I don’t think I could cope with the constant comments, especially from Sam!

I’m making my way down the corridor and pause outside Nat’s door. I take a couple of deep breaths before knocking. “Come in” I hear from the other side of the door. I slowly turn the door handle and walk into Nat’s room. She’s sat at her desk doing some work, but she spins around to see who has come in.

“Y/n/n, are you ok? You look nervous.” She says before I can even get a word out. I shuffle a bit on my feet whilst playing with the rings on my fingers. I decide it’s best to just pull of the bandaid and get it done. “Hey Nat, I need to talk with you, well, tell you something really.” I say nervously trying to find any form on confidence, but failing miserably.

Nat just nods and lets me speak. “I like you Nat, and I mean as more than a friend. I’ve liked you for a while and I never told you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship because it means the world to me. But it was messing with my head so much and I just needed to tell you how I really feel.” I rush it all out scared that if I pause, I wouldn’t carry on.

There is complete silence and Nat just stares at me. I can see behind her eyes she is trying to process what I have just said. After what is only a couple of minutes, but felt like hours, Nat finally speaks up. “Uh Y/n, I-uh. I wish you didn’t tell me. I love you as my best friend, but I can’t be with you. I’m actually dating Bruce.” Wow friendzoned and heart broken in one sentence. This is a feeling I’ve not felt before.

I just nod but she looks slightly angry and continues to talk. “You can’t just say things like that Y/n, we’re friends, how do we just go back to normal after you admit something like that?” I wasn’t expecting her to react like that. I knew there was a high chance of rejection, but I didn’t think she would be angry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin what we have.” I mumble. “But you have Y/n. You can’t take that back.” She says running her hands through her hair. “Right ok. I’m sorry.” Is all I can say before turning around quickly to leave the room, totally embarrassed. I was trying so hard not to cry.

Once I’m back in my room I can’t take just sitting here, so I quickly change into some gym clothes and head out for a run. It’s 6pm so if I leave now I can miss the team dinner and avoid any awkwardness. As I’m running down the stairs, I bump into Steve. “Y/n, there you are. Dinner is almost ready.” He says before noticing my clothing.

“Thanks Steve, but I’m not particularly hungry. I’m going to head out for a run, I missed one this morning.” I slowly start walking towards the door so he can’t try and persuade me to stay, and he seems to get the hint. “I’ll ask Wanda to set you some aside when you’re back. Be careful out there, it’s starting to get dark.” Steve responds.

I love Steve, he’s been like a big brother to me since I moved into the compound. He seems to be the only person who can really see how I’m feeling. Thankfully I think he saw that tonight and knew that it was best for me to just blow off some steam for a run. “Will do Cap.” I say giving him a joking salute before turning out the front door.

I put my airpods in and get my running playlist going as high as possible. I focus on the sound and feeling of my feet pounding the pavements of New York trying to get into a good rhythm and ignoring the screaming voices in my head.

Nat’s POV:

I couldn’t believe what Y/n had just admitted. I had no idea that was how she felt. Yes, we’re close but I never thought she had anything more then feelings of friendship towards me. That’s why, when Bruce asked me out on a date a week ago, I said yes. We had a good time and we agreed to do it again. I enjoyed spending time with him, it felt…safe.

I feel bad that I got angry with her. I’m not sure why I did. Maybe I’m annoyed that if she had been just a week earlier, in admitting her feelings towards me, then my response would have been different. My head now feels all confused and I don’t know how to deal with this. One thing I do know, is I need to try and fix my friendship with Y/n. I can figure the rest out later.

I quickly run to her room, knocking on the door quite aggressively. “Hey, Y/n it’s Nat, can I come in.” There’s no response so I knock again. “Come on Y/n/n we need to talk.” Still no answer. I turn the handle and it’s not locked so I decide to go in. Her room’s empty. Then I remember that it’s almost dinner so she’s probably already down in the kitchen.

I jog downstairs and enter the kitchen to see Wanda serving up food. Most of the team are already here but I notice that Y/n’s space is empty. “Where’s Y/n?” I ask, not really addressing anyone specifically. “She’s gone for a run. Said she wasn’t hungry.” Steve said before tucking into the food in front of him.

I internally sighed at Steve’s response. I was hoping to be able to see her and try and apologise for how I reacted. I’d just have to catch up with her when she was back.

Y/N’s POV:

After I finished running, I still didn’t want to go back to the compound. Instead, I grabbed a coffee and went for a walk around Central Park. I took a seat on a bench and just watched the world go by. It helped to calm me and allowed me time to process the fact that my friendship with Nat was over.

Whilst lost in thought I hadn’t noticed that someone had taken their seat next to me. “Are you ok?” The voice pulled me out of the trance I was in, and I turned to see a beautiful woman sat beside me. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and she was wearing a nice shirt and a leather jacket.

“Hi, I’m good thanks just enjoying the evening.” I smiled at her as I responded. “Are you sure, you looked a little lost there.” She enquired. She turned in her seat bringing herself to be sat side on, her arm resting on the bench behind me. “I’m just thinking. Rough day at work.” I lie. She nods and we sit there in silence for a while.

“I’m Y/n by the way.” I break the silence and reach out my hand in her direction. “Nice to meet you, I’m Lara.” She reaches out and accepts my handshakes as we make eye contact. “This may be a bit forward, but would you like to grab a coffee with me some time? Perhaps I can help improve your day if you have another rough day at work.” Her eyes glint as she waits for my response, and I can’t help but smile.

“I would like that.” I reply simply. Her smile widens at my response, and I notice that her cheeks blush slightly. “Great, give me your number and we can arrange something.” We exchange numbers and I realise the time.  “Oh shit it’s already gone 9pm. I need to get going.” I say, worried that Steve might start to panic if I’m out too long. “Of course, it was nice to meet you Y/n, I’ll see you soon.”

I stood up and Lara lent forward and place a gentle kiss on my cheek before turning to walk away. I felt my cheeks get warm and I was temporarily frozen to the spot. When I finally regained my senses, I started the run back to the compound.

I get back to the compound about 10 and try to quickly get back to my room before anyone would notice me. Unfortunately, I was not so lucky. “Maybe a call next time to say you’re late would be nice Y/n.” I turn in the direction of the voice and watch as Steve appears from out of the shadows.

“Jeeze Steve, creeping much?” I tease. “You were gone for 4 hours! I was worried about you.” He said with his arms crossed and a concerned look on his face. “Sorry, I went for a run and then got talking to someone at the park. You’re right, I should have dropped you a text.” I turned to walk away but Steve grabbed my arm.

“A stranger in the park? Is that the reason for the smile on your face?” Steve asked with a grin on his face. I pushed him away as he starts wiggling his eyebrows at me. “Shut it Steve.” This time I was able to get away but can hear his chuckling down the hallway.

After I’ve showered, I flop on my bed thinking about my day. I felt heartbroken that I had not only been rejected by Natasha, but I had also ruined our friendship. My whole time at the compound it had been the two of us, I’ve never known anything different.

I could feel the tears start to threaten my eyes, frustrated at myself for every admitting how I truly felt. Then the realisation hit that I would have to watch Nat and Bruce be all couplely around each other and that made me even more annoyed. But before I could fall into a feeling of despair, my mind moved to Lara and how kind she was. I felt some excitement about seeing her again. Perhaps fate had put me on that bench tonight to meet her.

The next few days I tried to keep myself to myself. I attended training and meal times but other than that I was either in my room or out in the city to avoid certain people. It was hard at dinner seeing Bruce and Nat flirt, but I made the effort to focus on the others. If ever I was in a situation where it was just Nat and me or Bruce as well, I would quickly excuse myself from the room.

Nat had tried a couple of times to start a conversation, but I would keep it short knowing that she was only doing it to be courteous and to not cause tension in the team. My heart ached being around her, so I isolated myself more away from her. I had contacted Fury and asked if he could increase my workload to help keep me occupied and it was helping.

Lara and I had met up a couple of times over the last few weeks and I had really been enjoying my time with her. She was funny and kind. We never had any problems holding a conversation and I just enjoyed her company. The only thing was I could never stop thinking about Nat. I hated that I couldn’t turn it off.

It was a Saturday evening and Lara was picking me up to take me out for dinner. I was in my room finishing getting ready. Lara had told me to wear something nice as she was taking me to a fancy restaurant. I decided to wear a little black dress with capped sleeves. The dress hugged my figure and rested just above my knee with a small slit along the thigh.

I finished applying my makeup, grabbed my bag and headed towards the door. As I opened it, I had the shit scared out of me by a figure about to knock. “Shit, Nat, you scared me.” I said, ushering her out of my way so I could lock my door. She just stood there staring at me not speaking. “Did you want something? I’m kind of in a hurry?” I asked, frustrated that she was holding me up.

“Oh, um, yes, I-uh, I just wondered if we could talk?” Nat stuttered whilst regaining her composure. “I’m kind of running a little late right now, maybe another time.” I responded trying to get out of this uncomfortable situation whilst I could. Nat opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by JARVIS.

“Miss Y/l/n, you have a visitor at the main door.” The AI informed me. “Thanks JARVIS, I’m on my way.” I gave Nat a smile and quickly headed down the stairs. I could feel Nat’s presence behind me as she followed.

“Wow Y/n you look amazing!” Wanda exclaimed. She walked over to you and took your hand giving you a twirl. “Thanks Wanda, do you think it’s too much?” I ask fiddling with my dress to straighten it out. “No not at all, it’s a date, you’ve got to look hot!” She laughs whilst slapping my hands to get me to stop fiddling.

“You’ve got a date? I didn’t know you were seeing someone” Nat piped up. I turned to look at her and I’m confused by the look she is giving me. She almost looked hurt. How can she be annoyed at me for not telling her, it’s not like she wanted us to carry on being friends. “Well, we’re not together or anything. It’s just been a few dates.” I reply, not sure why she really cares.

“Looking like that, she’s not going to let you be single for long.” Wanda chimes in giving my butt a small slap. I giggle at her actions and roll my eyes. “Right, before you pounce on me Wanda, I’m off. I can’t leave Lara waiting at the door.” Wanda pulls me into a quick hug, and I give Nat a small smile before I head out for my date.

Timeskip to after the date.

I had a great time with Lara, the food was amazing, and the company was perfect. We laughed, shared stories, and had a lot of flirtatious banter. We pulled up to the compound and Lara walked me to the door. “I had a really great time tonight.” Lara spoke whilst taking my hand.

She looked up at me and we held eye contact. “Me too, perhaps we could do this again sometime.” I responded. She smiled and stared at me for a little longer before pulling me down into a gentle kiss. It was soft and sweet. As we pulled away, she looked away. “Uh, anyway, I better get going. I’ll see you around Y/l/n/” Lara said quickly walking back to her car, giving me a wave.

I watched as she drove off. Still slightly shocked. The kiss was good, but there was no spark. I was expecting to feel fireworks as we kissed but it wasn’t there. I was disappointed. I really like Lara, maybe it was the wine. Maybe she didn’t feel it either. Urgh why is this so hard!

I lightly bang my head against the door when it’s opened. I fall inside landing on Wanda. “Good end to the night I see.” She said linking her arm with me whilst wiggling her eyebrows. I just laughed and felt embarrassed. We walked through the living area and the team were all there smiling at me. Except for Nat who had a face like thunder. “Why are you all looking at me like that?” I ask confused at their facial expressions. “JARVIS may or may not have shared the camera footage of the front door.” Steve said stifling a laugh.

I instantly felt my cheeks go a burning red. Great, the whole team had seen it. “Right, because JARVIS just did that without any of you asking right.” I said sarcastically. “She’s hot Y/n, you’ve got a good one there.” Sam added, receiving a slap on the arm from Wanda.

“Not that it’s your business, but we’re not together. But before this turns into an interrogation, I’m off to bed. I can’t deal with you idiots.” I joke, taking off my heels and making my way to my room. “You’re not together YET!” I hear Sam yell from the other room.

I’m getting changed into my pyjamas when I hear a knock at the door. It’s late and I’m really not in the mood from more teasing from the guys. I ignore it at first, thinking they may go away. But then there’s a second knock accompanied by a voice. “It’s Nat, can we talk?”.

Nat’s POV:

I couldn’t help but stare at Y/n as she stood in the living area in her dress. She looked beautiful. I had never seen her dressed up like this before, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous that it wasn’t for me. I felt even worse when I found out she was going on a date.

Was I too late, was I about to lose her? Was I too late in realising that I felt the same. I wasn’t angry that she had feelings with me, I was angry that I had said Y/n to Bruce. We had gone on a few dates but we both agreed that we weren’t right for each other.

After we broke up, I kept trying to talk to Y/n, but she would find an excuse to leave, if she hadn’t already done so, or would barely respond. I knew as soon as I saw her kissing Lara at the front door I needed to act. I didn’t just want to fix our friendship now. I wanted her.

After she headed up to her room, I find myself following shortly after and before I know it, I’m knocking on her door. She doesn’t answer at first, but I know she’s still awake as her light is on. So, I knock again but let her know it’s me.

She opens the door in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top. Her hair tied up in a messy bun. “Nat, I’m really tired and I just want to go to bed.” She says before giving me a chance to talk. “I know, I won’t be long I promise. Please just give me 5 minutes” I plea. She sighs but moves out of the way so I can enter her room.

“Why do you keep avoiding me?” I ask jumping straight in. I noticed that she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Are you serious Nat, you told me I ruined our friendship. I assumed that you didn’t want me around.”

“Well, you assumed wrong, if you had let me talk to you any of those times that you walked away, you would have known I was sorry for how I reacted. I didn’t mean to push you away.  Do you know how frustrating it was every time you would leave a room when I entered it?” I said in a angry tone.

“Do you know how hard it was watching you and Bruce? I felt like I had lost everything. I knew when I told you that you probably didn’t feel the same. But I never thought you would throw away our friendship that we had for the past year. I couldn’t pretend that I was ok, so I just took myself out of those situations.” Y/n argued back, I could see her body language changing.

“Like I said, I was wrong, you never gave me the chance to say sorry! You were too busy flouting yourself out to strangers you meet at the park and shoving it in my face!” As soon as I said that I knew it was wrong. He body turned towards me, and she got up in my face.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to play the jealous girlfriend when I was trying to move on. You made your feelings clear, it’s selfish of you to think that I would stay around and mope for you.” Her voice was laced with anger, and she was right. I didn’t have a right to do that.  

I don’t know how to respond and I suddenly realise how close she is to me. My eye flick down to her lips and I can’t resist anymore. I grab her around the neck and pull her down towards me and smash my lips against hers. Initially she kisses back before suddenly pulling away.

“What the fuck Nat? You’re with Bruce. You can’t just play with my feelings like that!” She walks over and drops on her bed. Her head in her hands. I slowly walk over and sit next to her, but she refuses to look at me.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. When you told me you liked me, I had already agreed to a date with Bruce. That is why I reacted badly, because I knew we wouldn’t be together, and it would just make everything awkward. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did. The more time we spent apart, the more I realised that I didn’t just miss you as my best friend, but that I wanted you as my girlfriend.” I paused to give her a moment to process what I was saying.

“Bruce and I never really became official, and we both agreed that we weren’t meant to be together. When I knocked on your door earlier today, that was what I wanted to tell you. Then you were off on your date, and I thought I had lost you.” I could see her trying to come to terms with what I was telling her.

“Then why are you here now if you think you’ve lost me?” She asked barely above a whisper. I took both of her hands and pulled her body so she was facing me. “Because it’s my last chance. If you tell me that you want to be with Lara, then fine. I’ll walk away and let you be happy. But I can make you happy Y/n. This last year has been the best of my life and it’s all because of you. I want you in my life, I want to make you as happy as you make me. I want us to be together and realise that we were meant to be.” I ramble a little as I explain my feelings to her. I’ve never been this honest with anyone before. She is the only one I feel like I can be honest and truthful with about my feelings.

We are both looking into each other’s eyes, and I can tell she is searching mine for any hint of a lie. My eyes are glossy and I’m trying to stop myself from crying. The longer the silence, the more fearful I’m getting. “Don’t hurt me.” Y/n whispers that I don’t really hear it. “What was that?” I asked rubbing my thumb over her cheek to wipe away the silent tears that are falling.

“I said don’t hurt me.” She responded loud enough I could hear. I smile formed on my face and it grew the more I looked in her beautiful eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” I once again pull her close and our lips meet. There is so much emotion and love in one kiss. I’ve never felt anything like it. As we pull away, she smiles at me and laughs. “What?” I ask confused by her reaction. “Fireworks, I felt fireworks.”

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The things I loved about Last Twilight ep 11:

Night joking with Day about not farting whilst stood at his hospital bedside...the same place Mhok then wears a shirt with 'Proud' on it later as Night explains Porjai's baby's name is Poomjai - which translates to 'be proud' - harking back to the Fart Proudly shirt from ep 2. 👏🏼

Mhok's 'St Louis Blues' shirt at the beginning of the ep setting us up for all the heartache later:

"I hate to see the evening' sun go down...

...I got them Saint Louis Blues; just as blue as I can be

He's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea

Or else he wouldn't have gone so far away from me"

"You're not disappearing on me, are you? / If you can see again, don't disappear on me." | "I can't see" | "Let's break up"

Mhon, Day's mom, watching Day and Mhok through the hospital room door and slowly warming up to their relationship. Explaining that she's not against them dating but that she's concerned that Day needs someone who has the means to take care of him. Inviting him to be there when Day takes his bandages off, effectively inviting him into the family circle, giving him a chance.

Day reassuring Night that he doesn't need to feel guilty still when the operation doesn't work. 😭

This shot in particular, as the series has shown us before, Mhok is Day's eyes:

"True blindness is the inability to see any hope" and Day's singular tear.

I'm mentioning it again but Mhok wearing a shirt with 'proud' on it with Day in a shirt with 'goodtime / nice dream come true' on it, whilst Night tells Porjai she should be proud to have carried the baby alone, and for both Porjai and Night to have gotten the dream family -> her baby and a wonderful parent/soon-to-be-spouse.

But also them wearing those shirts during dinner with Day's mom and Night - a dream for Mhok to be accepted and both Mhok and Day being proud of Mhok's achievements. #proud

Food as a love language -> come eat with us, try this food I created and cooked and gave to my two sons and now I'm offering it to you...be part of our family.

Without realising perhaps, Mhon sows the seed of pressure on Mhok to be able to provide for Day when they're talking in the hospital when she says she just wants someone who can really take care of him - who has the means to do it. And then in letting Day go to Songkhla with Mhok to test whether they can live together, she's increasing the pressure Mhok feels. Which then gets amplified during the car accident and when Day doesn't answer the phone. All this leads to his decision to not leave Day.

The parallels of Day/Mhok and Porjai/Night when it comes to roles in their relationships. Night says he doesn't understand what his mom means when she says 'being a caretaker and a boyfriend are two different things' - now, we haven't seen much of Night and Porjai's relationship but I'd be willing to bet he's being more of a caretaker to Porjai than a boyfriend at the moment - he calls her Khun, she brushes off any suggestion that something is going on between them, and she goes to live with her mom... I wonder if we'll see Night coming to an understanding about this differentiation in ep 12, and whether it will play a role in helping Day and Mhok's relationship 🤔

TOTO!! I had been waiting for an appearance by Au. By the way, Day's new caretaker in ep 10 (the rude one from the end of the interviews in ep 1) is also an assistant director on the show, Meng Chaiyapat, so that's two cameos. I wonder if we'll get a third with Aof.

Mhok's blue lightening underpants! Plus the parallel of Mhok waking Day up with the dripping wet hair on his face.

How gestures and touches serve as a language for Day and Mhok - touching the lips as a way to communicate that one wants to kiss for example - and that touch in general is so weighted for them...but that they also use these things to trick and keep teasing each other.

The green and blue towel hanging next to each other over the airer in Day and Mhok's room. 😭

Mhok's 'Hawaii' shirt when he tells Day he wasn't chosen to go. (I missed this the first time round).

The way Day actually is giving it the most on the dance floor and genuinely deserved to win but can't see/understand that. Day automatically assumes that every good thing that comes his way is because people pity him. It's not surprising that this is the fear he falls back on when he finds out Mhok lied to him. This is his go-to gut reaction/response. That and feeling like he's a burden or causing trouble to others.

THE 'I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH' CONFESSION SCENE. Mhok's face, the way the depths of his feelings settle within him just before he says it, the callback to the 'come closer' moment they had earlier in the ep, Day's voice cracking as he says it back, and the hug afterwards. It's all so perfect and not enough people are talking about it dammit.

Night in Mhok's blue, even Mhon has a blue dressing gown over her grey pjs, but Day is in that pink and white shirt but the pink is only over half of his body, and not on his left side over his heart, spelling trouble ahead. And as @grapejuicegay pointed out - it's not a groove mindset kind of a day, it's a rains county. The colours are colouring and the t-shirts are t-shirting.

The PARALLELS. "Read this to me" harking back to ep 1 when Day asked Mhok to read something to him, and now Day asking Mhok to read the paper. What was the text on Mhok's blue bag? 'I love to hear your voice'...? Ooof, hits hard.

Mhok respecting Day's last wish like he did when he burst into Day's room and got fired, and when he took Day up the mountain and offered to quit to appease his mom. Mhok is just so good.

"Mom, did I do the right thing?" Day realising immediately that he was too impulsive. 💔

[novafics]

l Cuddles l

Wandanat x Reader

Warnings: sickfic/worry

Summary: With Wanda and Natasha returning from a mission you tried to hide just how sick you felt.

Word Count: 733

Masterlist

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It was finally Friday, you had been waiting for today for what felt like ages. The reason for you being so excited was because both Wanda and Natasha were getting back from their mission today and you had been so down with being alone away from them that they had promised you a date when they returned and today was finally the day!

Unfortunately you awoke with what felt like 100 tonnes of concrete weighing your body down. Your throat felt like you were swallowing glass and the only way you could describe the headache you currently had was that it felt like it was getting crushed by the hulk.

Despite how bad you felt there was no way that you were going to miss out on a date with your girls, you were just going to have to hide it. That being better said than done. 

You currently had 30 minutes until Wanda and Natasha would be back so you had 30 minutes to make it look like you weren't feeling like a walking corpse.

You had decided on a simple yet nice outfit for their return a pair of your nicest jeans and your warmest, cutest white jumper. Getting dressed had surprisingly taken more energy than you had guessed as now you not only were swaying on your feet, you were struggling to hold yourself up.

After applying the quickest makeup that you have ever done you slowly made your way to the kitchen where you heard the two women talking. Hearing their voices for a moment made all of your worries fade away, you were no longer focusing on the warmth seeping out of your skin or the banging of your head, you were focused on the two most important people in your life.

“Hey baby, oh god i missed you so much!” Not long after walking into the kitchen you were engulfed by Wanda’s strong frame, inhaling her perfume that you loved oh so much. “Ok my turn” not long after that hug you were spun around into the other love of your life. 

“I missed you guys so much, i cant believe your back” as much as you tried to hold in your emotions the ball in your throat and the tears stinging your eyes slowly won as the tears made their way down your face as you looked into Wanda and Nats eyes.

“sweetheart don't cry, we're here now” as Wanda said this she brought your face into the palms of her hands while simultaneously becoming worried at the heat radiating from you.

“Oh god Natasha feel her head she’s burning up” at the sudden worry coming from Wanda you jumped back forgetting that you were trying to hide how bad you truly felt, all you wanted was to be with your girls. 

As you jumped back however your last bit of strength also went, sending you almost collapsing to the ground had it not been for Natasha’s quick reflexes catching you before you could. “Woah it’s ok, I've got you darling, why didn't you tell us you were sick?” She questioned while picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared room with Wanda walking next to the two of you with her hand not leaving your’s.

“I didn't want to ruin our date, I just wanted to be with you two, i missed you both so much” At your confession you couldn't help but start to softly cry. With you now laying in the middle of the bed with Wanda and Natsha on either side they could now see just how weak and sick you were.

“Baby, we don't need to go on a date to spend time with each other” with that statement and Wanda’s hands running through your hair it had you calming down bit by bit. “What do you say you let us take care of you sweetheart, that and you can have all the cuddles your heart desires” you didn't even have to spend any time debating Nat’s deal you knew what you wanted and that was Wanda and Natasha and close as you could possibly have them.

After having your temperature taken, taking your medicine and being tucked into bed being cuddled by both women you realised you were the luckiest women on earth and that nothing could beat being cuddled by your favourite people in the world.

[daydreamingyuta]

Congrats for your 200 followers!!! I would like to see prompt 17 with johnny, a friends to lovers kinda thing, like he realising that is in love with her and asking her on a date

Flustered | Johnny Suh

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: 17 "Please help me pick out an outfit."

A/N:  Hi!! Thank you! and thank you for requesting! This was so much fun to write, I hope you like it! <3

"No, it's this Saturday." You say, on the phone, with your bestfriend Johnny.

"Oh, but aren't we going to the bookstore that day?"

"Yeah! That won't take too long, my work dinner is at 7."

"Oh good, I thought you were trying to get out of seeing me." Johnny says with his usual sarcasm.

"Never."

"Hey, I just got to the studio, I'll see you Saturday."

"Bye!"

⸻

Saturday comes by quicker than you had expected it to. You had been working overtime every day this week so it wasn't a surprise that you had slept through the alarm you had set.

"Of course you're still sleeping."

You're startled awake from the sound of Johnny's voice right above you. "What are you doing here already?"

"It's noon. We were supposed to go to the bookstore an hour ago. But, like the gentleman I am, I let you sleep in but I'm getting bored now."

"You've been here for an hour watching me sleep?"

"You wish. Your roommates made some lunch, and I ate with them."

A twinge of jealousy runs through your body, which is absolutely unwarranted. Johnny was just a friend and a grown man; he could do whatever he liked.

You got out of bed, did your skin care, and then got dressed into your usual outfit, jeans and a t-shirt. When you went back into your room, Johnny had made your bed for you and had grabbed your tote bag.

Johnny was always doing things like this. Little acts of kindness. He didn't know that his actions gave you butterflies every time. If only you were brave enough to tell him.

You go to grab your tote bag away from him, but he moves so that you can't grab it. "I'll carry it y/n, go put your shoes on."

⸻

The bookstore was having a huge sale which is why you really wanted to go. You had told Johnny that you needed him to help you carry all the books you were going to buy, which was true, but you also just wanted to spend some time with him. Plus, you and Johnny used to read together all the time when you two were in school, and you always tried your very best to get him back into reading.

As you two browse the bookstore together, you have to restrain yourself from buying every book you see. You settle on a couple that you have been really looking forward to reading. Every time you pick up a book that you want to get, Johnny notices and grabs it from you so that you don't have to hold them.

"You really don't have to hold everything, you're still carrying my tote bag too."

"Isn't that why I'm here? You needed a big strong man like myself to help you carry the three hundred books you getting?"

"Keep talking and I'll actually get three hundred books for you to hold."

"I can handle the weight, but I don't think your wallet could." Johnny says as he walks away from you, making that fake shocked face he makes every time he disses you.

You finish walking around the bookstore, extra slowly now, to make Johnny pay for that comment. After a while though, you pay for all your books and head back to your apartment.

⸻

You two get back to your apartment and you immediately start going through all the books you bought, trying to decided which one you are going to read first. Since you slept in though, you were out for longer than expected so you had to start getting ready for your work dinner. You had almost forgotten that Johnny was still at your place when you heard the Netflix sound coming from your tv. Johnny was laying on your bed, deciding what movie to watch.

"Oh Johnny, remember I have that dinner tonight? I have to start getting ready now."

"Ok." He says, still looking through Netflix.

"Whatever." You say as you make your way over to the bathroom because you wanted to do your hair first. You decided on a straight hairstyle that was half up and half down. You still had no idea what you were going to wear, but this hairstyle would go with almost any outfit.

Once you were finished, you started on your makeup. You wanted to wear a bit more makeup than usual, as this was a fancy dinner. This took a little longer than normal, but you had always loved the process of doing your makeup because it was almost therapeutic.

Once you finally got done with your makeup, you walked back into your room. Johnny had settled on an action movie, and he was almost halfway through. You walk over to the remote that's laying by his side and press pause.

"Johnny since your here, please help me pick out an outfit."

"Ok, let me just finish this scene."

He presses play and you walk over to your closet to see your options. The main reason why your outfits usually consisted of jeans and a t-shirt was because picking out an outfit was always so hard for you. You were thankful that Johnny was here though, for the past couple of years now he definitely became more and more fashionable.

"Alright, what's the type of outfit you're thinking about wearing tonight?" Johnny says, right behind you. So close behind you that you freeze up. He reaches out his arms to start looking through what you have. This traps you in between your closet and his chest. You try to answer his question, but your mind goes blank.

At your silence he puts his arms down and steps a bit away from you. "Huh?"

You finally feel like you can breathe again. "um, yeah. I was just thinking. um, it's going to be a bit on the fancier side but not too fancy. I was thinking maybe a dress."

You watch his face as his eyebrows go up and a smile forms on his lips. "You haven't worn a dress since we were like 12."

"Not true, I wear dresses sometimes, you just haven't seen me in one since we were 12."

"Ah, then let's see your options."

You pull out the very limited amount of dresses you do own for Johnny to look through. He doesn't look for long though, his eyes immediately goes towards your blue sundress.

He holds it up and considers it for a minute before handing it to you. "This one, for sure."

"Are you sure? I was thinking maybe the purp-"

"No." He says a bit too hastily. "I mean do whatever you are feeling, but I think the blue will look really nice."

"Ok." You say as you head into the bathroom to try it on.

You put the dress on, and you had to admit that it looked really nice. You had bought it a while ago but never had the chance to wear it yet, so you were glad to finally have it on. You walk out of the bathroom and head straight to where you keep your shoes.

"Hey, wait, let me see." Johnny says as he stops you.

You turn around and do a little pose for him. "You like it?"

But instead of Johnny's usual smart remarks, he's silent. He just nods his head yes.

"Oh. Should I try on the purple dress?"

"No. Don't change." He says, softly.

You hesitantly head over to your shoes, unsure of why Johnny is acting so strangely. He's not the type to lie to you if he really didn't like the dress, but his reaction was so unlike him.

You pick a pair of short white heels to go with your dress. They're super cute while also being comfortable. You sit down and try to put your shoes on, but the left strap is giving you trouble. "Hey, Johnny can you help me-"

"I'm gonna go get some water."

Even more confused, you try again to put you shoe on and eventually get it yourself. You get up and grab your purse that's hanging on your chair. When you head into the kitchen, Johnny seems to have regained his composure, he can at least look you in the eyes again.

You're all ready to go, when all of a sudden, the lights shut off. You try to turn the light switch on and off and nothing happens. You walk down the hallway and see that all the lights in the apartment is shut off.

"We lost power?"

"How? It's sunny outside." Johnny says, looking out the window.

"Maybe it will come back on in a minute."

As you two wait, you feel a vibration going off from inside your purse. You get out your phone and see that a text from your boss was sent in your work group chat. "Hey, looks like the power is out all over the city. Apparently, there was a small fire at the city's electrical grid and the power will most likely be out for a couple of hours. The restaurant called and said we could reschedule, so the dinner will be postponed to next Saturday."

You told Johnny what happened and how your dinner got canceled. You start to head towards you room to change when Johnny grabs your arm gently. "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"I'll just change into my sweatpants, since I'm not going out anymore."

"Who says you're not going out?"

"Hm?"

"Well, it would be a shame if we let such a pretty little outfit go to waste."

You felt yourself blush. Johnny always teases you but the way he said this was different. "Where are we gonna go?"

"For a drive."

That's all Johnny says before he walked into your room and quickly came out with your tote bag. Again, he insisted on carrying it but it looked bulkier than normal, so you knew he put something in there. You decide not to question it though, still stuck on what he just said.

⸻

It had been a while since you and Johnny just went out for a drive, and you were enjoying every minute of it. He's playing a playlist that you two made together years ago and it was effectively making you both nostalgic.

After about a 15 minute drive, he pulls into a parking spot. You had never been here before, but it had a pretty view of the entire city. You two sit together for a few minutes, enjoying the music and the scenery, but after a while you had to ask him what was going on.

“Johnny, can I ask you something?" You say as you turn to face him. "Why were you acting so weird before?”

“Oh… you just look very pretty in that dress, it took me by surprise." Johnny says, not making eye contact with you, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Not that you aren’t always pretty, you are. But you usually don't wear dresses, so I guess I forgot to control my reactions around you.”

“Control your reactions?”

“Yeah, it would be kinda hard to be friends if every time I saw you I got all flustered.”

“But why-”

“You really don’t know how beautiful you are do you?

You didn't know how exactly to respond to that, your mind racing with so many questions. You settle on a question that you already knew the answer to. "You mean that in a friend way, right?"

"... No y/n."

"No?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I do, I just have so many questions, Johnny."

"Well then why don’t you let me take you out on a date and we’ll talk through all your questions.”

“You… you wanna take me out?”

Johnny looks at you and it’s like you like he’s never looked at you before. It’s weird to see your best friend with such longing in his eyes, but it’s also the very thing that you’ve been wanting for so long.

“Y/n, you don’t have to let me know right now. You can take your time and think about it. I know I just brought it up unexpectedly, but I think we both have been having feelings for each other for a while now. But I don't want to put pressure on you, just tell me yes or no whenever you know your answer.”

You two had been having feelings for each other for quite a while now. You had been going back and forth in your head about whether or not his actions were flirtatious or not for the entire past year. You turn your head to look out the car window so that you can hide the big smile on your face.

You already knew your answer, but before you could say anything you see Johnny reach into the back of the car. He’s holding your tote back and pulls out two books.

“Here, this is the book you looked the most excited about when you got it at the store today.” Johnny says as he hands you the book.

You can see that he brought a book for himself that you had owned for a long time, it was one of your favorites that you had been trying to convince Johnny to read for a while. You two sat in the car, music playing at a low volume, reading. Every once in a while, you caught Johnny looking at you and then start to read again, pretending like he wasn’t just staring at you.

It's just now starting to get darker, only a few spots of pink scattered around the sky, left over from sunset. You two put your books down to enjoy the view. You stayed like that for a while, until the pink faded. That’s when you turned to Johnny.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?” He says as he turns his head to you.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah.” You say as you turn your face away from him to hide your blush. You can’t see his face right now but you know the exact smile that’s on his lips right now.

You definitely had not expected this day to end like this, but you've never been more thankful for a power outage than you are right now.

[infiniteimaginings]

Hi, I was the kickin it anon! That’s ok!

If I would be able to send it in again if ok? It was one where Kim has a younger sibling who was part of the wasabi warriors while Kim was part of the Blag Dragons, and while Kim never bullied them, she never really noticed if of stopped it; and once she joins the WW, she realised what’s happened and the pair slowly rebuild their bond?

The Wasabi Code (Sister!Kim Crawford x Sibling!GN!Reader) [Platonic]

Summary: Your sister was apart of the Black Dragons, but she's not anymore. She joined the Wasabi Warriors and she swore by the code, but did she really follow the code? Does she even know she's already broken it? Pronouns: You/Yours, They/Them Warnings: None Word Count: 2.6k A/N: I LOVE KICKIN IT. Sorry, got a little carried away there, I love Kickin It.

Competitions for you have been harder to get through as the years went by, and everyone at the Bobby Wasabi dojo knew exactly why. Well, everyone but the new kid Jack.

You were practicing on one of the dummies, but your mind seemed elsewhere. Rudy was trying to bring your spirits up, but this happened every competition, this happened every single time. Due to that, Rudy wasn’t that hard on you, he patted you on your back and told you to take a break, sending you to Falafel Phils to grab lunch for the dojo.

Jack watched you leave with a bit of confusion, “What’s up with them?” He asked, adjusting his uniform since it had been sliding over.

The group of boys trying their best to practice heard his concerns and stopped what they were doing, deciding to group up at one of the benches. 

Jerry huffed out a breath, “It happens every tournament against the black dragons, we can’t really blame them. They might have it worse than us.” He expressed, scratching at the back of his neck.

“How?”

Their redheaded friend pointed to the group of black dragons out in the courtyard who had just finished their practice. “One of those monsters is related to them by blood.” Milton stated, shivering as he looked away.

The prodigy of the dojo sat with a mouth wide open, “Don’t tell me it’s Frank-”

Eddie shook his head, “It’s the girl.”

“Kim?”

The group nodded and Rudy finally joined the conversation. “The two don’t have the best sibling relationship, so they don’t like being against Kim.”

“What does that have to do with karate?”

“Because Kim doesn’t care who they are.” Rudy spoke, clapping Jack on the back before standing, walking off to his office.

Jack looked around for a bit more context, but Jerry and Eddie already decided to walk off, hands raised in surrender. The only person who stayed was Milton, and he was the only one who seemed willing to answer. “Kim has shown through tournaments that she’d rather gain the respect from the black dragons than worry about how they treat her sibling.” 

That was the last of the conversation about you before you came back to the dojo, a bigger smile on your face than when you left.

“What are you so happy about?” Jerry asked, hands still up to help Eddie with his punches. 

You grinned and held up four bags, “Phil gave me free extras!” You announced, causing the boys to rush to you and open the falafel filled bags.

No one told you that they told Jack about your family rivalry issue, Jack didn’t mention it because he realized he preferred his friends all smiling rather than down. 

Someone else noticed your bright smile, how happy you were, and how everyone gathered around you. Someone noticed how strangely familial the scene looked in the dojo from the outside, but they didn’t feel much about it so they walked away.

Once the dojo began to close up, everyone went their separate ways and you walked home alone after showering, new clothes smelling fresh and clean. 

You walked into your home, saying hello to your father, and heading straight to your shared room with your younger sister. Kim was the one with the bedroom to herself since you decided to share with your other sister a few years ago. She greeted you and told you that it was your turn to set the table, to which you didn’t argue. You set all your bags down and beelined for the kitchen where your dad was cooking dinner.

“How was practice?” He asked you, trying not to burn himself with the oil on the stove.

You hummed, grabbing four plates to set around the table, “It was good, we have a tournament on Saturday.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s against the Black Dragons, did Kim not tell you?” You asked him, grabbing napkins and silverware.

Your dad thought about it before shaking his head, “I don’t think so.” He answered simply, this was a typical occurrence. You remember her tournaments so you tended to let your dad know more than she did herself. You didn’t mind it much.

After a while of the two of you talking, you sat at your spot and your dad called for your sisters. Your younger sister took one of the seats close to you around the square table. Your father on the other hand left an empty seat to one of his sides, but he sat across from you, the farthest seat from you at the table. This meant that Kim would have to sit next to you, you weren’t worried, why weren’t you worried?

Kim was the last one at the table, she sat down and ate, talked to your sister and your dad, she was so full of life. She didn’t talk about karate but she talked about a movie she saw or a go-kart she got to race with some friends from school. She wouldn’t talk to you though…oh, that’s why you didn’t mind when she sat next to you, because she never acknowledged you.

When your little sister talked, everyone would laugh and smile, they would interject for more stories, and the young girl would feel like a princess with all the attention. She would tell you all about projects, books she read, activities she did, and sleepovers she would be having. It almost made you feel as if all of you were connected, all of you.

It became your turn, and Kims eyes would dim, her fork would get heavier, her head would never lift up enough to fully look at you. You would tell stories of what happened at the dojo, how Jerry got detention again, how Milton and you won the science fair, the attempt of flirting Eddie tried, or how Rudy tried a sandwich challenge at a sub place and lost miserably. You would talk about how much you adored your friends. Then, when you spoke about all the fun you were having with the new kid Jack, Kim would excuse herself and walk off.

You didn’t mind, this happened all the time. Your sister didn’t like when you were able to win, because Jack chose the Bobby Wasabi dojo over the Black Dragons, in Kims mind Jack Brewer chose you over her, and she didn’t like that.

You didn’t mind, this happened all the time. You didn’t like that she felt as if there was an ability to win or lose, but this all started when you went to separate dojos. Kim chose the Black Dragons over the Bobby Wasabi Dojo, in your mind Kim Crawford chose almost complete strangers over you, and you guessed you didn’t have any right to feel like that, according to her.

Both of you were fine with ignoring each other, neither of you cared much at all.

When you were at school, your lockers were on different sides of the hall. When Kim would be alone, grabbing her textbooks, you would be walking by with the Bobby Wasabi Warriors to your locker, even if none of you had a class together. 

In Kims mind it was ridiculous how stuck together you all were, but if that were the case why was she frowning, why did she feel a tug in her chest when she saw you laughing with the group so easily. You had never laughed like that with her before, how do these boys get the sentiment so quickly, without doing anything?

Kim didn’t notice that she was standing and staring until Jack met her eyes, he waved slightly and Kim hesitantly waved back, books in her hand.

You noticed Jack waving to someone so you followed his gaze and saw Kim standing frozen, almost like a deer in headlights. You tilted your head a bit, and Jack noticed you seemed to have no sense of malice in your eyes, maybe a bit of confusion, but not sort of hatred. Due to this, he decided to wave Kim over. Everyone in the group saw this motion, but no one seemed to really mind.

Kim saw no protests, but she didn’t know why she walked off in the opposite direction hastily. She didn’t know why she wouldn’t walk over.

The boys all looked at you and you held your hands up, “I don’t know, don’t look at me.” You chuckled out, closing your locker, signaling that it was time to get to class.

It became a habit, sometimes you guys would see Kim looking at you. In the halls, at lunch, after school, even when you were inside the dojo. The Black Dragons have to pass by Bobby Wasabi to get to any place in the mall, they have no choice but to look away if they don’t want to see you guys. Kim looks through the windows, she sees all of you sparring, practicing, she sees how you guys laugh and dogpile each other, she sees how much fun you all have.

When you notice someones eyes on all of you, you would look up and Kim would rush away as if she didn’t want to get ‘caught’. It was weird, she’s never paid much attention to you so you weren’t used to the attention on you and the guys. 

You assumed it was because of Jack, but if you were to share that with the boy he would shake his head and tell you, “I don’t think so”. You were sure it was though, there was a competition tomorrow and Jack was the star of it all since he was going to help you guys win the belts you needed. You were very sure that Kim was just getting intel for the Black Dragons, but they don’t get much when Jerry is giving Eddie a head noogie, so you didn’t really care.

You didn’t care until Kim Crawford, your sister of all your life, suddenly quit the Black Dragons the moment she saw how much her ‘team’ was just a group of liars and cheaters. You didn’t care until Kim only quit the moment she saw how the Black Dragons treated Jack after breaking his leg. You didn’t care until Kim walked into your dojo after quitting to try and join the Wasabi Warriors as if she’d never done anything. You didn’t care until everyone just let her in with the snap of her fingers.

When Rudy had Kim stand in front of him, making her copy his movement of pressing his fist to his palm, he recited the Wasabi code. “We swear by the light of the dragon's eye, to be loyal, honest, and never say die.” When she repeated the code, they ended with a ‘Wasabi’ and a group hug you refused to take part in.

Jack walked over to you and tried to ask what was wrong but Kim took hold of your wrist with a sickeningly sweet smile, mumbling a small excuse before dragging you outside of the dojo to the middle of the courtyard.

“What is your problem?” Kim asked you, letting go of you, hands on her hips.

You blinked at her blankly, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you actually talking to me now?” You asked sarcastically, crossing your arms.

“You’re being childish.”

“I’m not the one who completely disregarded the fact I had multiple siblings.”

“I never did that!” She spoke harshly, voice getting higher as she glared at you.

You sighed, smoothing the knot in your brows, “Kim.” You spoke her name slowly, looking up at her. It’s been so long since you’ve made eye contact with her for this long, when did this all stop, when did you stop being family? “I just don’t trust you, but can you blame me?”

Kim blinked at you with a mouth wide open, “I’m your sister.”

“Are you?” You asked seriously, “After you joined the Black Dragons, suddenly I didn’t exist anymore.” You reminded her of how the past few years had been, “You practically abandoned me because why? Because we went to two separate dojos?”

Kim stayed silent, moving her hair over her shoulder, the sudden realization of how little time she actually spent with you.

You nodded at her silence, “You just swore by the Wasabi Code that you’d be loyal.” You told her, tilting your head, “So you can be loyal to them, but not to me, the person who has known you for all of your life.”

There was no response.

“I know everything about you Kim.” You told her honestly, tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you spoke. You noticed she began to look down, tears filling her eyes slightly, “I knew all your tournaments, your fairs, charities, when you were in cheer.” You listed off, “I still gave you birthday gifts, I knew of the recommendation letters, I moved rooms because I knew you would want your own.” You continued on, not letting her speak. “I know everything about you, but for some reason you treat it as some disease to try to get to know me at all.”

Kim sniffled a bit as she looked up to meet your eyes. Her eyes were watery, her cheeks splotched with red, “I didn’t realize that-”

“That you’re just like the Black Dragons?” You interrupted, your phrasing causing something to twist harshly in Kims chest. “Admit it, you’re just as bad as them.”

“I didn’t mean to be!” She suddenly spoke out, grasping at her chest, her blonde hair sticking to her face due to the wet tears on her cheeks. “I thought I could find people like how you had them.” She mumbled out, breathing heavily. “I saw you all the time, having fun, not worrying about whether you’d get kicked or not!” She cried, her voice cracking as she continued to explain. “I wanted to find that myself, because if I got it without you, maybe I could actually deserve to be a part of it with you.” She continued on, tears continuing to fall.

“Why didn’t you just join Wasabi then if you wanted it so bad?!” You yelled, shaking your head slightly angrily.

“How was I supposed to just join after everything they’ve done to you all!” 

There were no more words exchanged, just your heavy breaths and Kims choked out sobs.

You understood what she meant now, no matter when she joined, it still would’ve turned out like this. The only way it wouldn’t have been like this was in some alternate time where you both joined the Wasabi Warriors, an alternate time you guys weren’t in.

You never expected Kim to cry in front of you, you never expected your sister to care so much about being with you to the point she thought it over and knew she couldn’t just be friends with you after all of that. You never expected your sister to want to be your friend.

After a moment, barely a second, you brought Kim up in your arms, her face buried in your shoulder, your chin on hers. You gently rubbed her back up and down. 

“You aren’t like the Black Dragons…I’m sorry.” You muttered to her, “You’re better than how they were.” You continued to whisper reassuring words to her as her cries calmed down and her arms found their way around your torso. 

She sniffled once more, “I swore by the Wasabi Code that I’d be loyal, and honest.” She told you, “I promise I’ll be better.”

“I know you will be, you’re my sister.”

[themultifandomgal]

Matt Casey- Sickness Bug

Trigger warning- emetophobia- talks about being sick.

Matt had been out all night last night and all day today working, leaving you home with a very sick daughter. You had finally settled her in her bed, got her to sleep and you yourself had stated to feel unwell, so you decided to get yourself into bed and try to sleep before the sickness inevitably comes. That is until you hear

"Mommy it's happened again" Alice appears in your doorway of your room "in my bed"

"Ok baby. Let's clean you up first" you sigh getting out of bed and you take your daughter into your bathroom. You run her a bath, take her clothes off and throw them in the sink ready to be washed. Alice gets into the warm water and you wash her hair thoroughly before helping her dry off. You grab her some clean pyjamas

"Stay in the bathroom while I go and get a bowl just in case your sick again. If you need to be sick do it in the toilet ok?"

"Ok mommy" you leave your daughter in yours and Matts shared bathroom and go downstairs to grab the sick bowl. You go back upstairs with the bowl in your hands, also feeling like you could throw up any second, but when your a mom to a sick child you still have to clean up her mess

"Get into mine and your dads bed. I'll go and sort your bed out" you tell Alice handing her the sick bowl.

You walk into her bedroom, but the smell hits you as you start to strip the bed, but you just add to the mess "fuck" you groan now kneeling on the floor feeling rather light headed. Slowly you get up and go to the spare bathroom any sit on the floor leaning on the cool tiles next to the toilet trying to take in some deep breaths wishing this nausea away.

Within 10 minutes or so you hear the front door open then close. Knowing Matt is now home you slowing get up off the floor and make your way downstairs to him. He only has to take one look at you for him to realise that you are sick

"Hey" you give him a weak smile

"What's wrong?" he asks

"Alice has been throwing up all day, think I've caught what she has"

"Have you had anything to drink?" You shake your head in response

"Go up to bed and I'll bring you both some water"

"Thanks" you say turning back upstairs and passing Alice's room "shit" you sigh heading back into her bedroom to carry on stripping the bed. Matt walks up the stairs and sees what your doing

"Hey I'll do that. You get into bed" Matt hands you 2 cups of water and ushers you back into your room where a sleeping Alice is. Carefully you crawl into bed and close your eyes.

You hear Matt dragging something into the room, opening your eyes you see him place a chair down next to your bed with a cushion on

"You should go sleep in the spare room. You've had a 24 hour shift" you whisper

"It wasn't to busy so I slept in my cot bed. I want to be here just incase you or Alice are sick again"

"That chair can't be comfortable"

"It's fine. Now go to sleep and hopefully you'll feel better in the morning" you close your eyes trying to focus on anything but the churning in your stomach.

Unfortunately that night you have to get up a few times to throw up, but luckily Alice manages to stay asleep. Matt stayed by your side the whole night and the next morning Alice seemed to back to her normal self, other than being a little tired. You however still felt rather ill but it didn't last long as the day went on and by evening you managed to eat some soup and plain bread.